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I can’t wait to be back home.
The sun beats down, bright light reflecting off of the white sand and making his eyes hurt; his blood feels like it’s boiling beneath his skin.
He forces an agitated breath out as he runs through the desert, squinting at the horizon for the first sign of a change in terrain.
Sweat stings at the corners of his eyes, dripping down and irritating his skin, and he hastily rubs a hand across his damp forehead. He feels disgustingly grimy beneath his clothes, even with wearing the protective tunic. Usually Suna’s special clothing and the air rushing against him as he runs at inhuman speeds keeps him cool enough.
It’s so hot, fuck.
He grimaces, fighting the urge to stop and drink water for the fifth time. His bottle is almost empty.
This isn’t like him.
But the thought of water is enough to make him slow. Frustrated, he runs a tense hand through his soaked hair.
It’s no wonder he’s so thirsty. He’s sweating everything out.
He angrily opens his bottle and drinks down the few gulps left. He stands there, letting the tilted, empty bottle drip nothing on his tongue.
That didn’t help at all.
He’s crazy thirsty, but what’s absolutely mind-boggling is he doesn’t feel the least bit faint. He feels like he’s going to burst out of his skin with pent-up energy.
So he knows he should be fine.
He just has to make it home before he starts trying to drink the sand.
Estimating that he only has twenty minutes left of desert to get through, he starts up again.
New sweat courses down his face, and unthinkingly he licks the salty drops off his lips. Even his own sweat tastes good.
The first place he’s going to go is Ichiraku. The rich, silky, miso broth is exactly what he needs. It doesn’t make sense with how hot he feels, but his cravings and appetite has never made sense to anyone anyway.
And he doesn’t care how gross and stink he is, he’s going to consume five bowls in one sitting. No, ten. Fifteen? Twenty? He bets he can eat more than Hinata at this point, he’ll just lift each bowl to his face and slurp everything down.
And Hinata would be so shocked because he’ll finally beat her record as the most accomplished Ichiraku patron. Even after he saved the world, helped with reconstruction, and two years of his daily patronage since, Teuchi still calls Hinata his best customer and that’s just. Not! Fair! And!! Untrue!!
He’ll make sure to find her first so that she’ll witness him.
Then he’ll show them.
He’ll show Hinata that he’s the best.
Plan in mind, he picks up speed, deadset on making it back to Konoha.
There’s nothing better than taking a break at the stream after a mission.
It’s one of their team traditions in the summer.
Akamaru jumps right in as they remove their sandals.
Shino and Kiba wade into the stream, but she takes a seat on the side to dip her feet in, cup water in her hands, and let it wash over her bare arms and legs. It’s so easy now thanks to her change in uniform. Although less protective, she feels quicker, more agile. It’s also a lot cooler.
And in awful summer temperatures like this, it’s especially dangerous to Omegas and Alphas. Even with the seal on her own gland, she can tell that she’s a little too hot, probably a little stink, too. She rolls her head, trying to work out the tightness at her neck.
“How’re you feeling, Hinata?” Kiba asks.
“Mm. I’m okay. The water is helping a lot.”
He nods.
She knows that he can probably tell that the sun is getting to her. It’s embarrassing, but his keen sense has also been a blessing in the past. Thankfully, like most Inuzuka, he’s a Beta.
There were times when they were younger, and in her inexperience, she couldn’t tell when she was starting a heat cycle.
But Kiba could tell. Even Shino could sometimes tell if his insects were acting a certain way. Kiba could tell way before anyone else, though, and his pinched faces saved her from what could have been even more embarrassing situations. When she was matured enough to safely seal her gland, she did, much to Kiba’s and Shino’s relief.
They didn’t say so, but she knew it to be so. They’re a tracking team after all. The less distractions, the better.
“Guys. Hinata. We need to go.”
She looks up to see Kiba calling Akamaru and grabbing his shoes and jacket, but she doesn’t sense anything. The forest is calm, but she trusts his warning and picks up her stockings and sandals.
Shino straightens, too. “What is the matter?”
Kiba jumps up into the trees, and Akamaru is already running ahead. “I’ll explain on the way. Hinata, get in front.”
Balancing chakra to her eyes and slippery feet, she rushes ahead into the foliage. Her sight extends behind them, alighting on a familiar figure, bursting with the brightest chakra she’s ever seen.
“I think it might be Naruto. Smells different, like a rut.”
Her heart tightens at Kiba’s explanation. No wonder he told them to run rather than confront.
“We’re not going to make it back to the village in time,” Shino observes. “Kiba, take Hinata. I’ll try to reason with him, or at least buy you time.”
“Got it,” Kiba answers.
She sees Shino stop, and they get farther and farther away from him. At Naruto’s speed, she can tell that he’ll get to Shino within ten seconds.
But Naruto abruptly stops, dropping beside the small clearing at the stream they just left.
“C’mon, Hinata, don’t slow down.”
She knows she should heed Kiba’s warning, focus on leaping from branch to branch as fast as she can, and get away from an Alpha in a dangerous mood, but this isn’t a random guy in the street on a late night.
It’s Naruto.
Who’s lying down into the shallow stream as if to submerge his whole body. She can tell he’s in pain by the way he’s rubbing his forehead.
“Hinata, faster. He’ll be fine.”
He doesn’t look fine.
I can help him.
The strange thought is so natural. It wasn’t her, but it was.
I can help him.
“Hinata! Focus!”
Naruto is dragging himself out of the water, bent over, head dropping where she had been sitting not even a minute ago. His chakra flares spectacularly.
She stops in place. “He can smell me,” she mumbles aloud, awe and fear trickling through her.
He smashes his face to the ground, inhaling the faint scent aggressively. It’s rich like the miso ramen he’s been craving, but it’s also definitely not ramen, his brain knows it’s not, yet his body can’t seem to comprehend that. He swallows the air, trying to name the familiar scent that mildly soothes his headache. His gut is twisting and clenching with a hunger, an insufferable tightness settles deep in his groin, and he realizes he has a hard-on just from smelling the ground.
The irritating itching across his perspiring skin has developed into a throbbing, burning sensation at the base of his neck, something he’s never felt before.
Don’t tell me…fuck…
He slaps a hand at the novel swelling on his neck and pained shock shoots down his spine, blossoming into sparks of pleasure zapping sharply across his lower back and pelvis.
I need…
He gets up, running on instinct alone, trees rushing past and a dark figure-
“Naruto.”
He jerks his attention back, finding Shino approaching him, then slowly stopping in front of him. His tongue and throat are as dry as the desert he left, even though he just drank from the stream. He licks his lips, tries to clear his throat, and finds he can at least still speak in those unsettling vocalizations, as if a deep reservoir of his voice exists somewhere in his chest. “Where’s Hinata?”
“You’re feverish. You’re not in your right mind. The reason is the high temperatures have started your rut.”
“Yeah, it’s so fricken hot…” He looks around, a sudden agitation at staying still making him bounce on his toes. “Where’s the rest of your team? Is Hinata here?”
“I advise that you listen to yourself, Naruto. You’re asking to see Hinata. The reason is you want to mate, so you are a danger to Omegas and yourself. You need to seal your gland before you make a mistake.”
Unbidden, he remembers that the last time he saw Hinata was last week in her casual clothes. He’s been slowly getting used to seeing her without any bulky jackets. He’s slowly getting used to seeing her chakra seal of graceful, swirling patterns stamped on her neck, like when she pushes her long hair back behind her shoulder…
A new wave of thirst twists sharply in his stomach, discomfort clawing along his neck and at his groin. “I dunno how to seal it, never had one before,” he strains out, grimacing. He looks around, realizing that she’s not nearby. “Hinata knows how, doesn’t she? I’ll ask her.”
He doesn’t know what Shino shouts at him as he takes off.
It’s too late.
“Hinata!” Naruto’s voice, grittier, deeper than usual, carries through the buzzing afternoon forest. Adrenaline races through her, his call in echoing tones like physical weights on her feet.
They’re less than a minute’s run away from the village, and had she actually tried, they would’ve made it. She could have masked herself among the sights and smells of the bustling village, reported in with her team, relaxed back at home.
Kiba tried to reason with her, that the guards would force him to seal at the gates.
But somehow, it seems unlikely, not possible, considering various factors, like his near-invisible travel speed.
He wouldn’t let them. And he’d find me eventually. The sure thought is foreign, thrilling, almost makes her want to fight against his Alpha command and run away just to test the idea.
But she waits obediently.
And he’s now only a stone’s throw away. His scent is clear from here, a mix of earth and dark, warmth and enticement. From anyone else, she would be afraid. She would demobilize an Alpha on the hunt with her Juuken if one were this close.
She lets him approach, her heart rate accelerating, blood starting to pound in her ears.
Kiba steps between them, fingers pinching his nose, blocking her view. “Naruto! Why didn’t you seal your fucking gland?!”
“I don’t know how.”
Kiba stays in front of her, shifting side-to-side, and she imagines Naruto is doing the same. “What do you mean you don’t know how?! Don’t you at least have a self-sealing tag?!”
“No.”
“What the hell, are you serious, well, fuck, Hinata, you gotta give him one.”
“Ah…okay.” She feels like she’s hearing herself through a veil of water. Her motions feel heavy, and just reaching into her pouch seems unnatural.
Kiba doesn’t turn around. “Naruto. I don’t want to have to fight you. You’re going to self-seal and you’re going to leave Hinata alone. Hinata, give me the tag. Shino, fucking finally.”
She puts the tag into Kiba’s hand.
Shino comes beside him.
“I’m not going to hurt her.” Naruto sounds angry, the unearthly grit in his voice a thousand pins in her mind. “Why aren’t you letting me see her?! Hinata!!”
She finds herself pushing through her teammates, walking straight toward him as if pulled, urged by the pressure in his voice.
Strong arms gather her up, she’s being squeezed against his soaking wet tunic, a fog of his pheromones hazes over her mind.
“Naruto-kun.”
She hears him inhale deeply, his nose buried in her hair, and she’s vaguely aware that her seal must have weakened. She should have resealed her gland at the stream just to be cautious…coming home dropped her guard. Now, her body and chakra are responding to his rut, after all, she chose him a long time ago. Her long-suppressed Omega traits are flowering in his attention.
“Hinata, you don’t have to do this. Are you sure you want to do this?” Kiba’s voice sounds far away. “Naruto, you need to do this properly! You need to ask her for permission! Naruto! Do you hear me?!”
His scent sours, and he looks up, but she feels the grip around her shoulders tighten. “What!” he shouts, and she knows he’s simply annoyed, but the rumbling vocal undertones make him sound threatening instead. “I just need a second! I just need Hinata for one second! That’s all! I’m not doing anything!”
“I, I’m okay, Kiba-kun.” She can hardly hear herself.
He’s holding her tight, so tight, she couldn’t move if she wanted to. Her limbs weaken, he’s almost lifting her off the ground. His heat permeates through his wet clothing, it’s stifling, dizzying, so hot, she feels like she’s melting into him.
“Hinata, what if you regret it after? Naruto, you better not hurt her! Otherwise I’ll-”
“Kiba. Let’s go. The reason is there’s nothing more we can do. This seems to be his first rut. Hinata’s seal was already weakened from the heat. And she…seems willing. Hinata. Are you sure?”
She knows what’s happening. Emotion murmuring up through comprehension, she feels and knows and understands…and she’s gladly relenting to what feels like inevitability, allowing her senses to fizz in anticipation.
Managing to hum an affirmation, relief washes over her. Her own relief. Naruto’s relief?
“I don’t like this… Naruto, at least get yourselves indoors! Not out here!”
She knows they’re worried.
“Let’s go, Kiba.”
She wants to reassure them.
A fading voice in her head tells her that she should be worried, too, but…
This is all that she’s never dared to dream of.
His scent is blooming over her.
She feels safe. She feels desired.
She feels like pleasing him, like opening up to him.
Chills run down her spine repeatedly, need pools in her core.
Warmth unfurls in her chest with each deep breath in.
The pulsing of her heart beats in her ears, throbs at her gland. The folded spot of skin beneath her protective collar feels swollen, tight, and by instinct, she’s tilting her head, encouraging him to draw her up closer.
Naruto broke the chakra seal beneath her collar.
Or more like, she let it break.
“You smell so good.” He’s mumbling in her ear. “You smell…mmm.”
Her core contracts, his low pitches pervading her mind, and she’s squirming against him. She hasn’t felt this lightheaded in years. Not since she was 13 and fainting at his mere proximity. “Naruto-kun…” she whispers.
“I’m so hungry. No, thirsty. Hinata… I’m hungry… super thirsty… You smell really good… I really need…” His pelvis grinds against her, the hard protrusion of his masculinity roughly rubbing into her abdomen, and she lets him quietly mutter his confusion. “Hahh, I need… ugh.” He suddenly stands still.
She rubs her cheek against his chest, tilting her head to look up at him, adoring his blown-out eyes, flushing at receiving such affectionate cuddles and words. Even if it’s all nonsense and he doesn’t know what he’s doing. She doesn’t really know what to do either. “You can need me.” She doesn’t recognize her own voice. It’s hers. It’s different.
Like listening to herself from inside a bubble, it’s separate from her.
His features sharpen into focused concentration. His scent amplifies ten-fold, and she’s tumbling into a heat cycle she hasn’t had in 4 years.
Core contracting tightly, slick soaks her panties. The discomfort of her wet underwear making her fidget in his arms, against his pelvis. She closes her eyes as he pushes his face against the high neckline of her blouse. “Naruto-kun… Alpha… ”
He’s received fan letters that teasingly call him Alpha.
His designation is common knowledge. With a literal Beast inside him, his chakra already at Uzumaki high levels, and his parents being a mated pair, everyone knew his background had tell-tale signs. And, surprise, surprise, he presented as an Alpha in front of an audience in his Chuunin exam against Neji.
He presented with vocalizing at that young of an age. A really young age for boys and for Alphas.
He barely ever thinks of his designation, and maybe for several reasons. It’s never bothered him or had any real impact on his life. The vocalizations always came out in threatening situations, but all the various chaotic circumstances just mixed together, and in the mess that was his youth, the fact that he was a jinchuuriki took precedence over any other identity.
So after the war and reconstruction, suddenly hearing girls call him Alpha was weird. They offered themselves, saying they were Omegas, and he always gave them lukewarm responses. He never really understood designations beyond the memory that Sakura had to take days-long breaks once in a while during their genin training days. And that she’d hit him if he asked why. Jiraiya tried to tell him this and that about Alphas and Omegas, how they can bond and mate, but his silly euphemisms and flirtatious books seemed entirely irrelevant to his training.
It seems pretty relevant now.
The way she called him, the way she’s clinging to him.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing.
He just knows that the moment he found Hinata waiting for him like an oasis in a desert, his headache disappeared, everything about her seemed wonderful, and he realized that she’ll solve everything.
She’ll make everything better.
So he’s running madly through the village, holding Hinata against him, bursting into his apartment building, dashing up the stairs, and unlocking the door to his unit faster than he’s ever done before.
Dropping her on his bed, he leans down to the flowering scent of her and runs his tongue up from her ankle to her inner thigh, catching the wetness that’s been sluicing down from her soaked shorts.
It’s thick, rich, smooth, addicting. Immediately soothing on his dry tongue and down his scratchy throat.
A potent medicine for the fire raging through his agitated blood.
Her breath hitches, her airy moan echoing in his hazy mind, and he’s licking up her other leg, unsnapping the kunai holster from her thigh. Her skin is soft and pliant beneath his squeezing hands, and he climbs onto the bed, crouches down, and bites, the pressure of her muscle against his aching teeth and her feathery cry lighting sparks of satisfaction through his brain.
A puddle of her honey spreads on his bedsheet, the pungent aroma telling him to keep going.
Pushing her knees apart, he buries his face in her crotch, his fingers tearing and pulling the wet material to one side.
She’s so sticky, so juicy. Strings and webs of slick soak his fingers, and he stretches his tongue out to lap at the source.
“Mm, nnah, Naru…” Her hips wiggle, more musky fluid spilling onto his desperate tongue. Her flesh is hot and soft, giving more with each hard lap, but it’s not enough.
Gripping the material between her legs in one fist, he rips the bottom off.
Liquid dribbles out of the puffy slit.
Hinata, she’s a magical fountain.
She’s doing this for him.
He licks her from the bottom up to the fleshy protrusion, her wispy squeals spurring him on to repeat the action over and over. He spreads her dewy slit open and watches how the wet, pink flesh pulses, another gush of her richness pouring out.
He’s been groaning, he knows he sounds inhuman each time he drinks her in, but she’s responding with more and more, something within her calling to him, pulling him to her.
He needs to go deeper.
He sticks his tongue into that pulsing, moist hole, stretching as much as he can to slide into her humid flesh. Then sucking, lapping bottom to top, swallowing her, again and again and again, a messy pattern that’s quenching his thirst and soothing his dizziness into settling purpose.
Pressure spreads over the crown of his head, her hands combing into his hair, her delicate whines increasing. Her crotch rocks against his face, throwing him off his rhythm for a moment, but he moves his hands to her hips, holding her down.
This is it. This is what he needs.
Hinata’s really giving everything to him.
He moves his tongue in and out, sliding against silky, wet flesh, then up to the top, pushing on that fleshy nub that makes her strain against him, makes new honey spill out of her so that he can seal his lips to her flesh and suck. Over and over. Again and again, filling his mouth with her taste, beating back his thirst in her generous body.
Her thighs are squeezing and trembling on him, he’s nearly suffocating in her heavy aroma, but he continues sloppily sucking and licking her rich slick up, panting and swallowing against her.
“Na- Na! Oh! Ahhanhng!” Her cries pitch high, threads of her voice floating above him, then suddenly fill with weight, dripping moans that make his muscles tighten with anticipation.
She’s gushing.
Savory. Heady. He latches his lips onto her flesh, licking and drinking, each gulp making his aching cock jump in his pants, the dark tightness in his core building.
He needs this.
In him. On him.
She’ll soothe everything.
This madness roaring in him, she’ll take care of it.
He gets up, throws the tunic off, shoves his pants down, watches how she’s watching him with lidded eyes, her face flushed entirely pink, her hair sweaty and bangs clumped along her damp forehead.
“Naruto-kun…” Her quiet, full voice pulls him, everything in him tightening, his muscles flexing, his dick thrumming with need.
Climbing over her, he rubs his heavy piece along her slippery flesh, trailing precum into her aromatic honey. Shivers run down his spine, but it doesn’t satisfy.
Deeper.
He grabs his moistened cock and points it into her sopping slit. Humid, puffy lips encircle the swollen tip, and he pushes, his thickness sinking into her soaked, squishy flesh easily. He groans, watching how his raging length slips further and further into her, her petite body magically fitting him.
And she’s sighing lilting, urgent songs, her mouth is parted wide, her tongue stretching behind her bottom lip, her hazy eyes closing in an expression of delight.
Adrenaline clutches him rigid, his snug piece twitching harder at the wanton sight, unearthly sensation rippling across his skin, and he realizes.
Hinata was made for this.
Made to swallow his whole dick in her lush body.
Made to take his instinctive thrusts, to be soft and small and wet for him.
“Ughh, yess, fuck yes!!” He slams his pelvis into her, driving his turgid cock in and out of her silky channel, her slick splashing at his balls, thighs, and hips with each slap of their bodies.
His savior is smiling dreamily up at him, her eyes glassy with tears, cute whimpers spilling from her lips with each hard shove.
A new wave of hunger twists at his gut.
Desperately, he plunges faster into her squishy clutch, the soft drag of his length against squeezing, moist flesh only growing his appetite.
And the way she’s looking at him.
Her lips, her tongue, her face.
Pretty expressions.
Whiny, needy sounds.
He needs to consume her.
Soft lips between his teeth, swallowing her sugary high notes, hot breath on his tongue, on her tongue.
Kissing.
Kissing.
He needs to kiss her, be deep in her in every way possible.
Breathing her in, the intoxicatingly sweet, rich perfume of her body, she’s sharpening him, he can feel himself growing in her, pleasure suffusing him.
He needs more.
Grabbing at the high collar of her vest, he rips it open, exposing flushed skin and a wide, metallic mesh collar that tightly plates from the base of her neck to halfway across her shoulders, conforming to her skin like its glued to her.
“ No.” He hears himself, angry and disturbed, and he sees the way her brows scrunch, her expression fearful.
“Huh?”
He tears apart her obi and rips the vest the rest of the way down. He pulls apart the last material across her chest, watching her breasts jiggle wildly with his slamming hips.
Her comforting body is meant to be his.
Hinata was made for him.
He needs to have all of her.
He grips her waist tightly, fingers pressing into white skin, and he drags his hands up to her tits.
Soft, puffy, jiggly. His fingers can sink in and pinch her rosed nipples, he can play with and control her.
Like her saturated flesh that’s sucking around his straining, engorged cock.
Like her swollen lips and tongue, voicing adorable, sexy sounds.
But it’s not enough.
His hands reach for her throat, blunt nails clawing at the metallic collar. He leans down, biting at her smooth jawline, sucking down her throat, delicate skin lifting between his searching lips.
And cold metal.
Covering the place he needs most. He can imagine it through the layers of mesh. He can smell it, dense and ripe. The fragrance of her gland powerfully calling to him, and he bites at the thick mesh but his teeth can’t break her skin.
He needs more.
“ Hinata.”
“Na…ah…ru…”
Unbearable hunger gnaws at his gut.
He could melt the collar. No, that might kill her.
He could tear it?
He claws at the tight ring around her throat, but he can’t focus. He needs chakra to tear it.
His swelling cock is demanding attention, ramming deep in her soft, slick, squishy body. He’s getting harder and harder, thicker and longer, and her silken flesh is conforming to him, stretching and squeezing around him wonderfully.
He attacks her lips, drinking in her syrupy moans and swallowing her saliva.
He needs more.
Her gland.
He needs to eat her.
He needs to be closer, dick and teeth deep in her.
Gnawing at the cold, tough mesh, an awful heaviness surges in his loins.
Frantic, he plunges his length in aggressively, that heavy, insistent growth slowly nudging into her tight grasp.
Pained whimpers alert him to the tears streaming down her cheeks, her mouth stretching in a strained grimace.
“Hinata?” Cradling her head, thumbs rubbing at her forehead, he watches how her eyes shut closed, more tears escaping from the corners. “Hinata…”
She’s opening up, her body melding to his shape, drawing him in. From her lips, hums of exertion sound through his mind, and unthinkingly, he kisses her cheeks, erasing the tears.
“You can take it, I know you can.”
Her pitched murmur of agreement has him urging his stressed cock desperately into her.
“Ugh, take it, take me.” He’s praying, her otherworldly cries stirring him up, and he pushes all the way in, the growth sinking into her flesh, lodging in place as if locking him to her.
She’s trembling beneath him, her cushy walls gripping and massaging him, pleasure blooming hot up his spine, sparking chills across his skin.
He collapses, grinding their soaked groins together, his eyes rolling back with the incredible sensation of her soft hold squeezing his hefty piece, pulsing tighter and tighter, pulling him higher and higher, an explosion imminent.
Ecstasy snaps across his nerves, zinging behind his eyelids. Tense arms wrapping around her, hands gripping what he can of her lush body, heated shots of his claim splurt out, leaving his throbbing member in a mind-numbing, euphoric rush.
Her rich scent blasts through his senses like a bomb, and instinctively, he gnashes his teeth against her collar, biting chains to ground himself into her cushy body as more and more cum stream out in eager jerks of his snug cock.
Gut clenching, he groans and trembles with her, the delirium of hours of coiling pain and want expelling out of him forcefully.
Into the one he was looking for, the one he knew would be perfectly relieving.
He’s filling her up with his dick and cum. The thrilling eruption straining into a pin’s edge, acute and unfaltering.
He’s meant to do this.
“Ugh! Ng! Mm!” He pulses inside her determinedly, grunting with each shot, and she’s shivering, dazed, her body responding to each new spurt with milking, plush squeezes and little, breathy cries.
“Ahh, ahh! Hah! Ahh!” Just her sighing moans make him clench his teeth harder, the chain mesh grinding in his mouth, the pressure almost satisfying the hunger aching his jaw.
She’s meant to soothe him.
Her scent, arms, and legs enveloping him sweetly and tightly like she needs him just as much as he needs her.
He’s meant to ease his needs in her. The way everything about her is so right and so good, all of his roused nerves lighting up in their melty connection, her body, her signals answering every one of his pains and illness with indulgent, generous abundance.
His grasp on her ass and thigh tightens, squishing softness possessively before one hand travels up the steep curves of her side to her shoulder.
Her sloppy flesh squeezes him, inviting his madness in as if to soak his cum in, mold to his shape, and be claimed by him.
She’s so good.
He needs more.
She’s floating.
Elation streaming through her.
Full.
Used.
Split open.
Loved.
He’s been holding her tightly, kissing her deeply and demandingly, all of her senses narrowing down to how he’s been sucking hungry spots on her lips, cheeks, and neck, his huge piece still twitching pleasure within her for the past several minutes.
Her stretched core feels soothed with his thick, hot spend, warm and secure with his knot settled perfectly in her.
Completing her.
She reaches up, weak hands sliding beneath his mesh shirt, tracing the dip of his spine, the swells of back muscles.
His groans are rough in her ears, his breath warm and humid at her neck. “Can’t get your collar off.”
Blinking slowly through the pleasure, she watches him push up, his glazed eyes connecting with hers.
His fingers run along the mesh wrapped on her collarbone. “Take it off for me?” His knot softens a little, and he’s already taking advantage of the tiny bit of leeway to hump her. His eyes are rolling back, his mouth falling open. She’s never seen him look so dazed, so relaxed and blissed.
She wants to listen to him. She wants to feel him take her, wants to give him all the satisfaction she can possibly provide. Bond herself to him beyond their words and bodies. “Naruto-kun…”
He murmurs her name in return, his voice a dreamy tone that makes her core flutter with happiness.
But anything she says will disappoint him.
What if he hates her for her refusal?
What if he leaves her? Finds someone else?
Mates someone else?
She wouldn’t be able to handle that.
Surprisingly, his eyes snap down, brows furrowing into concern. “What’s wrong?”
Even with the fear of disappointing him clenching through her, her sex tightens at his attentive gaze, pulling at their connection.
He seems to feel it, his hips pushing at her more insistently. “You don’t want to?”
She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to focus on his questions and not the pleasure of being transfixed repeatedly on his rutting length. “I, I want to, I really, want to, oh, but… mm, I can’t… I, hah, need..chakra..control,” she manages to gasp out.
The design of her collar is somewhat new. A highly recommended piece of uniform for every active Omega shinobi to prevent rape or sex slavery if captured by an enemy. A collar that only responds to the buyer’s chakra and chakra points as “keys.” Fitted with multiple, minuscule locks to prevent accidental unlocking as though glued or taped to her skin. Layered with chain mesh for extra protection.
Removal must be intentional, a focused routine upon returning home. Or, like other, simpler models, for planned ritual in an intimate mating ceremony.
“I, I’m sorry,” she whispers out and she searches his expression for rejection.
He frowns, but his hand cups her cheek, thumb rubbing up and down reassuringly. “‘S okay. Maybe, I can, stop,” he groans, slowing. Stopping. Starting again slowly, then slamming harder and harder until she can feel fireworks bursting through her mind. He shakes his head. “Can’t stop, I need,...” He’s mumbling, drawing his unknotted length all the way out only to slide all the way back in, loud, squelching sounds bubbling out.
His mesh shirt is uncomfortably rubbing against her skin, sensitive with post-orgasm and heat, and she tries to roll it up his body.
He takes her unspoken request and pulls his shirt off. He sits up on his knees, letting her focus settle on the flex of his abs as he thrusts. His smirk is knowing, she’s never really thought Naruto to be such a show-off of his physicality before, but it’s just one more thing to add to her joy.
Seeing her love in a way she’s never known.
Feeling him in a way she didn’t believe would happen.
Being his relief and desire, the object of his attention and energy.
He rips away the tatters of her clothes so that she’s naked before him.
And she’s a surprise to herself, too, how she’s not hiding herself, how she’s wanting him to look, how she’s enjoying his hands dragging up and down her hips, waist, and breasts.
How he’s squeezing her skin with strength in his grip, massaging her body inside and out.
“Mnnha, Naruto-kun…”
How he rams her faster when she calls his name. How his brows furrow with aggression and his teeth bare in a desperate grimace. “You feel so good.” How his Alpha vocalizations sound so tender despite the off-putting tone.
She can’t help reaching for him, holding him close, living in his arms, slipping into mindlessness. “Hah, you, too…”
His groan at her ear rumbles through her, making her core tighten up, and he grinds into her.
Heat flushes her cheeks. Tears once again start to glaze over her vision.
He rams into her, wet slapping of his thrusts filling the air, and she’s too happy to be embarrassed.
Even as he hooks his arms beneath her legs, lifting her pelvis up, and he’s shoving himself against her to the point of his bed making violent creaks, she feels like he’s trying to permanently imprint himself into her.
She can feel him digging deeply into her, her body easily folding in half for him, her flesh sliding around his heavy intrusion with each shove, welcoming him in, and she wishes he might go harder, longer, more.
Euphoria brightens her mind, tears spilling as he answers her wishes, his body bulking above hers.
“Hahhhh! Ahhh! Nghaah!” Unrecognizable, desperate cries rush from her throat with the force of each plunge into her. It’s nearly painful, the way her core is being forced apart to accommodate him, how his unrelenting energy is spearing through her, firing stimulation through these unfamiliar paths he’s running in her body.
As if he knows her better than she knows herself.
As if her body was never hers to begin with.
Joy seizes her limbs stiff, her head tilting back in ecstatic surrender. “A-Alpha!” Flares of sharp bliss streak up her veins again, exploding in her heart. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Sparks of pleasure shower through her in waves, and answering gushes of her delight pour from her core, sluicing around their connection and dripping down her backside.
His groans are suddenly muffled in her collar, his teeth gnashing at the first layer of chains, the pressure of his jaw sending thrills spanning into her mating gland, down her spine, blossoming heady in her mind.
And her womanhood burns. The muscles around his driving member struggling to widen as heavy weight lodges into her.
Unbidden, she’s whining and squealing; anticipation, fear, or both have her resisting, then pulsing, drawing him deeper, closer.
His groans rumble low and loud, a primal demand that commands her compliance, and spasms jolt her legs as submission rocks through her system.
She can’t breathe as her body hungrily accepts his intrusion, hard and huge. He sinks into place, nestled perfectly past her resistance, past her defenses.
Knotted.
His desire and choice to dominate her for a second time whirling pleasure beneath her skin, prickling higher and higher, and she’s gasping out her glee uncontrollably.
He’s looming above her, caging her beneath her legs. His aggressive focus barely visible through her tears. “Omega.”
His tones low and quiet, yet her heart leaps at the recognition, pleased elation sweeping along her pulse, and her core bears down around his knot tightly. “Please,” she hears herself beg, and sudden clarity operates her voice, the sensual purr in her request intentional, powerful. “Alpha, please.”
And he responds with a jerk of his pelvis, his thick piece rigidly twitching in her, breaking her clarity just as quickly as his pheromones thickly release into the air again, clouding her mind in his ecstasy, her ecstasy streaming through her in greedy pulls on his claim.
The rush of his high is her own, she’s living in his delirious energy rolling over and into her, heights of exhilaration gripping her tight and senseless. Waves of pleasure pulse up from his knotted piece, so hot, she feels herself melting around him, herself simply a flaring extension of his heat.
Her mating gland throbs the most, almost pained, and he responds.
Her legs are shoved to the side, curling her over, squelching loud as her soaked womanhood twists about his knot, and he’s biting her collar again.
His groans are deep, his grip strong on her breast and the back of her head. “Wanna bite you so bad.”
“Yes,” she gasps, imagining it, imagining belonging to him, marked and broken for him everywhere.
“Want you to take off your collar.”
Fear grips through her again. “I, I, can’t right now.”
His grasp in her hair relaxes, and he’s petting her instead in calming strokes, kissing and licking her cheek. “I know. Mmm. I still need to… Ugh…Yeah…mmm… Hinata, you’re squeezing me…so good...”
She turns her head and opens her mouth for him.
His kiss is dreamy, his tongue twisting and sweeping, his lips exchanging wet sucks with hers.
“Naruto-kun,” she murmurs.
“Hinata…after, okay? After. When I can stop. Stay with me.” His gritty voice gains and loses intensity that she feels in her bones, his vocalizations shifting around his Alpha commands, seemingly beyond his control.
Blearily, she tries to focus through the shivers of pleasure he’s stimulating, and she gazes up to his blue eyes.
He looks just as drunk as she feels. His jaw hangs open, lips kiss-swollen, cheeks ruddy, skin glistening with their exertion. Sweat beads along his hair, dripping down the sides of his face.
Just looking at him is entrancing. “You mean it?” she hears herself ask, and it’s a manipulative tone, she can hear how she’s hooking him in, enticing him to say promises of devotion.
The muscles in his cheeks shift, his brows lowering. “Yeah. Gonna fill you up again and again.”
“Yes, please.” She can make him her Alpha. The powerful knowledge of her Omega’s hold on him is thrilling, and she can’t stop clenching around his knot in delight.
He’s panting. She knows he can feel her working herself higher and higher toward another climax on his thickness. “Hinata, when I’m done, hahh, you’ll take your collar off for me, hahh, yeah? Ugh!”
His command wrecks her, her hold clenching around him eagerly, sparkling shots of surrender streaking through her. “Yes!” Heavenly rapture flashes bright in the dark of her mind, and she’s sobbing. “Yes, I will! For you!”
She feels his weight lean heavily over her, and blunt pain erupts along her jawline.
He’s biting her hard.
Hot shivers tremble through her as her orgasm settles out into his marking, and she moans as his teeth and tongue skid over her up toward her ear, nipping her there before biting her just below on her neck.
Through the murky fog in her mind, she can hear him groaning before forcing her to turn her head.
His kiss is deep and aggressive, his tongue bullying hers into what little reciprocation she can muster.
He’s all over her, his bites and kisses traveling down her neck, her shoulder, the pain rousing her, his fingers pinching at her nipples, her eyes widening as each shock forces her closer and closer to the brink.
“Na! Naruto!” Stimulation burns around his heavy length, and she’s uncontrollably pulsing around him, tightening and clenching so hard that heat flushes her face and tears spring forth. “Uhng!” Bearing down on him, pleasure crackles through her, piercing along her veins and bursting in her heart.
She’s arching blindly into his hands, her frenzied mind splitting between the clawing fingers on her breasts and the massaging grip on her butt.
He’s muttering something about her, he asks her a question about coming, he’s praising her, and she’s moaning a response, but it’s all a confusing blur.
She’s gasping as he slickly withdraws, a yelp pitifully popping out of her as he violently tunnels back through her, pounding his hips at her messy backside, and she can feel her skin shaking with his vigor, feel her nerve endings gradually reawakening, kindling along his strikes.
He’s not done with her.
He still needs her.
He’s grabbing at her and hammering into her, and she never wants this to end.
With each moan and gasp she verbalizes, she can sense his attraction, pluming off of him in spicy scents. With each squirm of her body, she can feel his ardor, his desire to dominate. Blue eyes lidded, mouth half-open, brows slanting in focus, he’s rut-deep, sex-sick, his Alpha designation driving him, and she’s appealing as much as she can to satisfy his desires.
She’ll do whatever she can to keep him.
She’ll be his body, she’ll be sex for him, she’ll use her Omega voice to allure him…now that she has him, she’ll make sure to be a dream come true for him.
Naruto’s Omega.
Made for him.
Being kept by him.
The thought alone is enough to shatter her again.