Hinata was a canvas.
A pretty nape, plump breasts, soft arms, thick ass, plush thighs — and so much more.
Creamy pale skin that could bruise easily. That Naruto could sink his teeth into. Could press his lips against and suck. Pinch and squeeze underneath his fingers.
He'd leave all sorts of pretty marks on her. Leave Hinata a walking mess of purple and red, vibrant against the snow-white canvas of her skin.
When he kissed her, wet with tongue, he'd always end up along her jaw and then down her neck, feeling the vibration of her moans across his teeth as he bit down and sucked lightly, lapping the pain away.
Or when he'd drill her from behind, her hands tangled into their bedsheets, head askew on the pillow as Naruto plowed her — his hands gripping her hips like a handle for him, fingers digging deep and imprinting on her skin.
And whenever Hinata would act bratty, teasing him by walking around the house in only a shirt or touching herself without his permission, Naruto would take her into his lap, spank her ass red and raw until Hinata was sobbing, staining his pants with her tears and her arousal.
But Naruto's favourite was when he was between her legs, alternating between kisses on her clit and heavy sucks on her plush thighs. Basking in her lewd moans, drinking the slick spilling from her wet cunt, and kissing in bruises on her thighs that he could touch and rub while he ate her out, hear the gasp of pain and pleasure when he pressed on them.
And Naruto loved showing off all the marks and bruises on Hinata's body to her, in front of their mirror.
"I wish I could say I'm sorry, y'know?" Naruto murmured into her ear, the tip already flushed red. One hand cradled her jaw, just a bit of force to make sure she was looking straight at the mirror, observing her naked, gorgeous, marked body. His thumb rested on her tongue, her mouth sucking gently, drool spilling down her chin and running over his other fingers. "But, 'Nata, just look at you, baby. So fuckin' pretty with my bruises on you, yeah? 'nd I know you like it too."
Hinata nodded and hummed around his thumb, eyes wide as they tracked Naruto's hand running over her body. He rubbed circles over the purpled hickeys on her neck before trailing down and settling on her breasts, cupping one and enjoying the weight in his palm before pinching a peaked nipple, his thumb popping out of Hinata's mouth as she wiggled her ass against him and moaned.
"Oh, N-Naruto-kun, I-I love it!"
Naruto slid his fingers over the blue bruises on the top of her tits, older and darker, tinged yellow around the edges. Naruto applied pressure, Hinata whining and rubbing against him like a cat in heat, his cock thick and heavy against his boxers.
"You like a little bit of pain, yeah?"
"Yesss!"
"And I like givin' it to you," Naruto whispered, his lips brushing against Hinata's ear and his fingers brushing over her stomach as he made his way between her legs.
"Please, I'll take anything — no, I want everything you'll give me."
She was nearly panting as she spoke, lower lip trembling, and Naruto fought the urge to push her to the ground and mate her, Hinata was so gorgeous and perfect, needy like this.
But Naruto still wasn't done admiring her.
Naruto inched his hands down the front of Hinata's thighs, heading toward the bite marks, fresh and red, no doubt still aching a bit. They both looked through the mirror at the apex of Hinata's thighs, her cunt glistening with wetness, lips fat and flushed with arousal.
Hinata whimpered, her eyes flickering between his hands as Naruto's right hovered over the bruises, tracing over them with his fingertip, while the left cupped her hot cunt, her fingers resting on her lips, his middle finger circling her clit ever-so gently.
"These are my favourite, 'Nata." Naruto fingers dug into the bruises on her thighs, Hinata's body jerking against his own, a throaty moan falling from her lips. "Do they rub against your shorts when you jump? When you walk? I like thinkin' you gotta feel me no matter what you're doin'."
"O-oh, Naruto — f-fuck." Naruto dipped his fingers into Hinata's pussy, her walls already fluttering, her slick staining his skin. Hinata's head snapped back, pressing against his shoulder, her gaze still glued to the mirror. "Please, please, Naruto-kun, I want—"
Naruto pulled his fingers out of Hinata's cunt, running them, sticky with slick, against his marks on her thighs.
"Tell me, princess, I'll never say no to you, y'know?"
"Fuck me, fuck me, please, I-I want your cock, please."
She was beginning, praying, her cheeks and neck flushed red, her pussy dripping so much arousal it was tacky on her thighs now, covering the bruises Naruto hadn't.
Naruto pulled down his boxers, his cock hard like diamond, tight against the seam of Hinata's thighs. He reached for the back of Hinata's knees, lifting her up, Hinata wrapping her arms backwards around his neck, the tip of his cock soaking against Hinata's folds.
"Anything for you, princess."
And he brought her down, harsh and heavy on his cock, fucking her in front of the mirror so roughly it'd bruise her insides too.