Hinata was gorgeous in every way possible. In character, strength, personality.
Of course in her looks.
Especially, Naruto thought, when she was on her knees for him. Peering up with those lavender eyes, all wide and doe-like, waiting for his instructions, for his touch.
Naruto stroked her head, petted her, curling his fingers in the thick tresses of her hair, dark like the night.
"Naruto-kun," she sighed. Fluttered her eyes at him. A blush warming her skin down the edges of her neck.
His soft, gorgeous princess, pretty and pliant for him.
Naruto's cock throbbed, fully erect and the tip peeking out against his foreskin.
Naruto knew he was blessed, and that he should treat Hinata like the princess she was. Delicate and gentle and loving.
And, oh lord, did he love her, with every fiber of his being.
But he couldn't always treat her so nicely. Not when she, his sweet Hinata, so gorgeous and beautiful and so — so perverted , with a body that made his knees weak. That made his cock ache to fill it whenever she was near with her ample tits and plump ass. Soft and round in ways that made him nearly delirious, the type of body he'd always read about while editing Jiraiya's books, the hourglass figure that would drive a man crazed.
And Hinata would fall on her knees for him so easily, stare up at him with such adoration, her pink tongue swiping along her plush lip like an offering.
"Hinata," Naruto cooed her name, dragging her head closer to his cock.
Naruto could have controlled himself, kept all his demons and dark thoughts at bay — if Hinata wasn't so eager to be used by him.
That's what broke him. Made him the kind of pervert he would have spat at earlier in his life. Made him sink into the deepest parts of his depravity.
He rested his cock on her face, spanning over the length of it.
It was wicked and unholy. His dear, sweet Hinata, her gorgeous, pale face contrasted by his tanned cock, the tip red and twitching like something demonic.
And she nuzzled against him, her soft breaths on his skin, plump lips brushing against his shaft.
"Hinata," Naruto hissed her name this time. He kept one hand gripping her hair, the other grabbing the base of his cock, slowly sliding himself up and down the groove alongside her nose. His balls would tap against her chin, the top of his cock hovering over her scalp. Hinata's face tilted toward Naruto, toward his cock, like she was in supplication.
Naruto should not have been allowed to do this, to rub his cock all over perfection, to soil Hinata's face with his dirty precum. But she sighed and moaned, her hips wiggling, trying to get some sort of friction for lonely cunt.
Having Hinata like this made Naruto feel like God.
"You're so fuckin' pretty, Hinata." Naruto took his cock, thumb on the middle of the shaft as he pressed the tip against Hinata's forehead. Gentle, delicate, Hinata's eyes closed as she tilted her head back and forth, helping Naruto mark her skin like an animal. "And here I am…bein' so disgustin'. Rubbin' my cock all over you, fuck."
"Nooo." Hinata's eyes fluttered open, gazing at him even as he ran his cock along her temple then circled the tip on her cheek. "Your cock is…beautiful. Gorgeous . I love how heavy it is on my face."
"Fuck, fuck. Do you know what you're doin' to me?" Naruto's cock was practically leaking precum, the tip angry red and shining. "Do you know what I wanna do to you? How bad I wanna mess you up?"
Naruto was on the cusp of breaking, of becoming a savage that took and used, and the way Hinata was whining and fluttering her doe-eyes at him was not helping.
Nor were the breathy words she spoke.
"Do it, please, please, Naruto-kun? Won't you? Mess me up? U-use my throat until it hurts?"
It was him, he was the one who taught her to talk like this, to attack all his weak points, but God he would never tire of it. Would always be consumed by lust when she presented herself for his pleasure.
Naruto brought his cock down to Hinata's plump lips, swiping the head across the top and then the bottom. His precum thick, sticking to her mouth and glistening like a fresh coat of lip gloss.
"Fine, princess," Naruto growled, his hand coming under her jaw to clasp it, to put enough pressure to keep her it open for him. "You want me to use this mouth until I spill all inside, huh?"
And his sweet, perfect Hinata, skin sticky with precum and sweat, begged him for it with her eyes.