A/N- Welp boys and girls before you read this, I'm going to warn you that...it's messy. I'm sorry, but, there ya go. Also this chapter of NaruHina's engaged life is over but there's moreeee. I'll be starting a new fic (from this AU, if you'd still like to read). The paste is much quicker and not just an entire day of drama. Initially, this fiction was written more as an experimental project but I've been enjoying it. Anyway, thank you for reading my weird modern Naruto AU. Be sure to keep an eye out for the next, 'installment' and thanks for the support. Focker out.

Things were either moving much too fast too soon or her lust-addled mind and drunk-in-passion motions, had rendered her a sluggish mess.

Hinata doesn't have a punctual bedtime to tether her to a routine but she was certain that she'd be tuckered out by now. Blissfully wedged between Naruto, the warmest creature on Earth and a nice cool spare pillow to cradle against her chest and lock her ankles around.

Tonight or—was it morning? Whatever, right now, however, she feels the wind whistle sharply through her ears. Like she's plummeting through the spheres, past the clouds and catching fire-crashing back into the body her spirit had unconsciously fled.

She's not a contortionist, not even close, but even she's impressed that she's managed to look as lithe and limbless as she does, back arched to the gods as she tries to escape a ton of hell locked around the pearled tip of her clit.

He eases off her, kissing her inner thigh, hands locked around her ankles.

Her heart hammers in tandem with the aching throb of her wet sweet gash. Her body spasms, spine straightening against the buoyant air mattress as her hips sunk down—legs tremoring despite her efforts to tame them.

"I'm not finished, and if you keep moving, I never will be," a voice assures her, breaking through her foggy, spinning mind. She watches the ceiling fan over the bed circulate but offer no relief from the inferno. Her naked back is damp against the downy blanket, her stomach rises and falls wildly as she pulls in lungsful of air. Breathing hadn't even occurred to her while she performed the critical yoga pose, oddly referred to as, kapotasana or some variant of it anyway. None of it was intentional or natural. She couldn't even perform the stupid thing when she had attended the classes as Temari's plus one.

"Babe," she breathed with great difficulty, "stoppit please," she begged, dragging a palm down her sweat sheened stomach and pressing her palm against his bedraggled head of hair, "Please," she cried shakily, tears rolling down the crooks of her eyes. It's too much, the stimulation both psychologically and physically are equally driving her nuts. Coupled with the fact that, you know, the love of her life is devouring her pussy like it contained manna from heaven.

Naruto sucks in a breath, like he's prepping himself, "Do you really want me to stop? Or does it turn you on, the whole acting like a victim thing?"

Acting?

His fingers are steel, slipping up her legs and down the slope of her thighs firmly. He backtracked his actions, gripping her thighs and prying the shaky things apart, though Hinata opposes him with a laughable amount of strength. He humors her for a split second, pretending that her hand on his head is some impenetrable force, he's incapable of outsmarting. Eventually though, he fends off the protesting hand, ducking his head down and dragging his feast toward him.

Hinata's fingers fisting the sheets reflexively. She manages to prop up on one elbow. The drafty room, strikes again and the sweat on her back freezes. Her arm strength is a miraculous failure that results in her elbows wobbling and her arm edging closer to muscle failure.

"You're just toying with me." She groans, head tipping to the side as she examined him between her legs. The bedroom is cast in darkness but she can feel his proximity, his all-encompassing essence. She could be blindfolded, sift through a lineup of men and still manage to find him.

"So?"

Wet lips plant an open mouth kiss against the skin of her inner thigh. It's soft, amorous and delicate, like a dew sprinkled rose petal in early summer. It's an action that lingers even after his lips whisper another kiss, higher than the last—with just as much fervor.

"So," she enunciated in a quaky voice, "Has anyone ever told you, not to play with your food? Being an orphan isn't an excuse either."

He chuckled lightly, "The day food tastes anything like you, is the day I'd be known as the resident glutton gorgeous," another kiss, higher, teeth grazing her skin lightly and arousing a swirl of activity beneath his skin.

"Chouji be damned, huh?" Hinata commented, jitterily, teeth digging into her bottom lip.

"Mmhm," he grunts noncommittally, too occupied with his ministrations.

Her shorts were uncomfortably lodged in her crack and high on her waist. The front seat of the silk shorts had been sopping wet from Naruto's saliva, and soiled with her glistening, thick, nectar. She could feel herself throbbing maddeningly against the dampened seat, which had been strategically placed between her folds to pressure her pulsating clit.

He placed another sweltering kiss, higher than the last and Hinata crumbled with anticipation. Feeling his breath ghost her seconds before his slick tongue traces up a bare fold. The audible sound of the wet muscle dragging across her skin is enough to do her in. Her shoulders lurched forward at the same time a quavering moan drips from her lips.

Instinctively her legs want to snap shut because the sensory is unbearable but she felt him wrap his hands around her thighs and pry them further apart, until her knees were uselessly pinned on either side of her. The elasticity of her muscles are rusty and for a moment, her body rejects the painfully forced position but Naruto gives her no hope of ever escaping. Gradually, her taunt muscles melt, submissively.

"Hina, I need you," he says softly, voice like smoke below her, "open those pretty little lips for me."

Her spine shakes at the command but her fingers are already loyal to him, slipping down her stomach and feeling him move to plant a chaste kiss on her forearm. "Good girl."

Hinata sheepishly slides the drenched seat aside, until her moist sex is fully exposed. Her fingers slip across her juices but she manages to part her folds with two clumsy, nerve frenzied, fingers. She can feel her excitement spilling uncontrollably from her and she hears him make a deep noise of appreciation.

"This is the wettest you've ever been."

And this is the scariest and sexiest you've ever been, she wants to reply but knows better and saves it for another time when the man wasn't about to torture the soul from her body.

Without meditation, he was suddenly trapping her again. Warm, slick, heat engulfs the entirety of her thrumming clitoris and her head falls back with a breathy moan of, 'oh!'. Her jaw goes slack and her lashes flutter. She sees stars and feels butterflies frantically fluttering through her bloodstream. She can feel his mouth and tongue tousling her around in his hellish mouth, rugged stubble scraping her inner thigh roughly.

'Babebabeabeee, aurgh—you're gonna make me—co—uh!' She whimpers, kiss swollen lips hanging open.

Her thighs tense up, and the two fingers spreading her open for him, extend a little wider and she can hear his groan of approval vibrating through her tender slit. Her hips jolt slightly and she's screaming at the ceiling. He's tilting his head to further shamelessly consume her; with thorough, hungry, strokes. Tracing circles and putting pressure against the right places. The headiness feels almost dreamlike, and her bones feel so heavy.

He rolls his tongue lightly under the hood of her clit. Hinata yelps, bucking against him, "Ah, keep doing it—keep—ah." She's whimpering, in short little breaths that rock her body, hips trying to move but Naruto keeps her from escaping.

She's in a haze of heat, ecstasy and intense stimulation. The sensation only intensifies when he continues to do as she asks and he moans into her. The throaty sound sends off vibrations and she jolts involuntarily—genuinely reduced to whines, pleas and shudders.

Naruto's tongue flickers over the tight hard pearl of her clit, often swiping her fingertips in the process. Hinata can practically feel her sex tingling, pulse hammering and moisture collecting. In her state of carnal disorientation her fingers retract from their task but that doesn't thwart the blonde, who hungrily separates the folds himself, stretching her as wide as possible.

His mouth is on her immediately, tongue inching its way into the gushy contracting orifice of her cunt. Hinata hisses sharply, crying out and writhing, toes en pointe on the mattress.

Her fingers fist his hair, evoking a growl. He grabs the underside of her left thigh and pushes her knee off to the side, giving him more access. He flickers his tongue ceaselessly over her bud, stopping every so often to add suction. She pulls him closer, canting almost imperceptibly against him. A tease she knew would spur him on, he's always been a giver and unselfish.

Their ragged breaths mixed like a song and she could feel herself nearing a familiar wave that relied on more. More. More to overcome it.

"More," She finds herself vocalizing shyly, "I want to feel it inside..."

Unceremoniously, she's being rolled onto her stomach and dragged to the edge of the bed. Still in a daze, she doesn't think to ask, hell, she can hardly breath. Her lips are moist and she can feel drool trekking down the corner of her lip. Naruto murmurs incoherently behind her for a moment but she can't separate the haze quick enough to comprehend. Strong, warm, hands are suddenly pulling her down to the ground and molding her into a strange position.

The floorboards are icy against her warm ribs. Naruto has her laying on her side and she already recognizes this position as the punishment position. Normally she protested the hell out of it because she just couldn't take that much, at this angle but her lips can hardly form a single thought after the diligent session of being eaten out.

Hinata can feel precum leaking warmly on her legs as he approached on hands and knees, "Are you still in there?" he asks gently, hovering over her. Blue eyes piercing through the dark and she's mesmerized by the look in his eyes. Unable to stop herself, she sits up and tosses her arms around his neck and their mouths latch.

It's slow, building, hot, deep, desperate and scared and then she feels it. For the first time since, they first made love, she can feel something conflicting in his motions. His fingers come up to grab her face and his hands are shaking weakly but he sighs out a, 'beautiful.' She feels in tune with him, the way an empath gathers intel through touch. He traps her face between his hands, trying to calm himself and she can taste the anger the moment he bites her lips. She can taste copper on her beating lips.

He keeps kissing, furiously, sucking hard marks into her lips. Their faces are damp with sweat and tears and saliva.

As much as she wants to stop, she can't, and he's hoisting her up by the ass, like a rag doll. He stumbles around in what feels like (to Hinata) a circle, like they're on a carousel. Their lips turn to shards of glass and they viciously rip each other apart. Her spine hits the wall and so does her head with a skull splitting crack.

She surrenders to primal instinct and bites at the corner of his lip, hearing him groan sexily and mash her against the wall, bare chest and all its gym-firmed-success keeping her cemented. Her nipples pebbled against his sweat sheened chest.

The blonde trails kisses across her cheek, and along the delicate line of her jaw.

They've never done it this way before, against the wall. She never imagined that they could, it seemed like a strenuous position but her lover seems to be blessed with an abundant amount of strength and endurance tonight—or today.

She closes her eyes, trying to memorize the tender kisses being dragged up her earlobe. Hinata whispered his name blissfully and he whispers hers in her ear. It's like being on cloud nine and she wants to live in the moment forever, tangled around him—being held together by his unparalleled strength.

"Whatever you did," he says, one hand roaming along her thigh exploratively, "I don't care. You're mine right here—now, it doesn't matter what's happened between then and now. I want you, every piece of you and no one is gonna come between us." He says and adds in a playful whisper, "I'd catch a case."

She has no doubt that it's true, which makes her grin.

They're rock still, though her mind is reeling.

"I love you, I'm so hopelessly in love with you, nerd. You've changed my life. No one else matters, only you, only me, and this…" she turns her head and presses an innocent kiss to his cheek. She doesn't miss when his eyes close and his jaws tense. She digs her fingernails nails into his shoulder blades, marring his skin with crescents. She then scrapes her fingernails up until they reach his shoulders. She tightens her legs around his hips and uses it as momentum to inch herself higher up the wall.

Hinata nurses his face to hers and pulls him into a nice, sweet kiss, a change of paste from the others prior. Naruto breaths into the kiss, his musk thick with his bare ethereal scent and she loves being engulfed in it. One of his hands come up to lightly brushing her cascading hair from her face, finger nails scratching her scalp and holding her head close.

"You can tell me anything, Hina. Don't ever hesitate to tell me stuff, I'd never hurt you, I can be a little hot tempered but I can't imagine putting my hands on you that way," he says breaking the kiss, lips moving against hers, "I've gotten into a ton of fights with people ten times my age but none of them were women and none of them, someone I care for."

"I wasn't afraid, I just," she sighed, "I dunno, I really wish I had a good explanation babe but I don't."

"Good because, I don't want to hear one," he says kissing on her jaw, "I want to bury myself inside you…I want to fill you up and I want to feel you all around me, squeezing me, "he whispers, "and then, I'm gonna cum so fuckin' deep inside you."

Uh…

"Um, not on birth control here and even if I were, that'd still be taking a risk." She says in a small voice, nearly abandoning the argument the moment he slanted wet kisses across her throat.

He doesn't reply and she wonders if she should be a bit more persistent but the time passes nauseatingly hastily.

Naruto, hooks his fingers through the seat of the shorts—knuckles brushing her soaked pussy, and yanks the material so hard it shreds slightly. Hinata yelps about the discomfort but the blonde is already angling his hips and his dick. He grabs her hips and dips his slightly; lining his prelude glistening demon dick with her drooling cunt.

She doesn't get the chance to prepare herself before he's driving his hips up with all the force of a zipping bullet. It's a dizzying action that has Hinata locking her ankles tightly around his sturdy hips for stability as he starts fucking her up the wall. She straps her arms around him, and he sets a gentle paste initially, his fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart and isolating the sole purpose of his attack.

"Dripping all over my cock…" he murmurs in awe, the paste is rhythmic as he lifts her ass and brings it firmly down on himself.

Hinata's shoulder blades are pressed back against the cool wall, her back is ached and her supple ass rests in his capable hands. Her nipples tingle as they drag across the deep crevices of tensed muscles and sweat.

He presses her harder into the wall, raising his head up to chase her lips but they don't kiss. Their lips and noses graze, breaths pluming with exhaustion as they savored the moment. His fingers kneading and bruising her backside, keeping them apart as he began jerking his hips more powerfully. The sound of skin smacking reverberating off the walls, through her ears, shuddering down her form.

Hinata choked on a gasp at the sudden harsh motion. Feeling the full-blown length and its overwhelming pressure in her lower stomach. Naruto rolled his hips, in a nice dragging motion, stuffing more and more of himself inside of her tight warm heat. He rubbed up against her inner walls, shaking with restraint, and she could feel the hum of electricity under his burning flesh.

His muscles were taut and disciplined, every time he fucked up into her. Punishing her efficiently, grunting and groaning.

"Naruto-kun," she sang, remembering how she referred to him all through college. She always thought it annoyed him but he's admitted it turns him on.

He makes a type of noise, the type of love rumbling from his chest that causes her to clinch around his cock. He braces one hand against the wall and the other straps like an iron rod around the small of her back. He starts pistoning ravenously up into her.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Her tummy bursts with immense pleasure and she's thinking about him being inside of her. She's thinking about how they're both throbbing and connecting and how much he loves her. He might've been dog-tired but he stayed awake to give her this, to give her the last sliver of himself, in spite of her half-assed confession. It's unlike anything she's ever experienced with anyone, this type of need, this type of intense longing. It rolls right off him and sparks her rumored soul.

Loud squelching noises filling her ears as she bounces back against him, trying to ride him and meet his every thrust.

"Come for me baby," he says through breaths, "I want to feel you, spilling all over me."

That does it.

She's bites into his neck to stifle the stupid words that want to flood out of her mouth. She's driving her hips down the thick aching line that connects them and with reckless abandon he's sinking his fingers deeper into the skin of her plump backside, pummeling her into the wall. He pants out a string of praise against her hair, his hips moving vigorously.

She wouldn't last long, feeling his hot rod slamming into her g-spot relentlessly. Her breath hitches as her body convulsed beyond her control. Her arms and legs locked around him as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her with a crippling vengeance, her hips rolled involuntarily. She had never been so loud, yelling his name and clenching down on him with a vice grip.

"Fuck, gorgeous, I'm coming inside of you, I can't pull out, this feels—you feel so—so friggin good, s-s-o.." He groans and she could have sworn he says, "Christmas", as he continued to drive into her, fucking her through the aftershocks.

She felt phenomenally high and braindead. Her entire body felt like a swarm of happy butterflies. Happily, on fire.

Then she felt the demon tense and twitch, unleashing hot thick ropes of cum deep inside of her. Her stomach felt warm and toasty. Her mouth hung open, and she felt her insides clenching of their own volition repeatedly. Her body flinching each time. Naruto held her tightly around the waist, riding it out with deep breaths, shivering against her although his body temperature had been the highest of the two.

"I can't believe I let you come in me."

She says, out of breath.

"Me neither, I guess I finally wore you down," he huffs, holding her in his arms and walking towards the bathroom awkwardly, limply inside her, "I told you you'd end up pregnant."

He switches on the light in the bathroom and they both wince at the sudden burst of brightness. The concoction of their juices run lukewarm down her thighs and she makes a face, 'eh'.

Naruto placed her on the empty bathroom counter, his flaccid cock slipping out of her, coated in creamy slick. He quickly hustled over to grab a Kleenex box from a cabinet beneath the sink, snagging a few sheets. He cleans himself up and wipes Hinata down.

"It doesn't work that way. I'll just go get some morning after pills and we'll write this off as a onetime thrill ride."

She watches him yank back the shower curtain and twist at the knob. His hair is a mess, and she can already see her handiwork, welting up his shoulder blades. Purpling gashes like a cat's claws over dense muscle. There are other marks too, burns from his childhood, discolored in dark patches a few shades darker than his skin tone. Some untold story, another person that she'd probably hate. But none of that broke him and for that she was grateful.

"I wouldn't be upset, if it does happen." He admits.

Of course, you wouldn't be, you're pursuing your dreams and making a killing. She wants to say out loud but felt it would give off the wrong impression. She was happy that his life seemed to be going according to his plan, it's just, her life isn't like that at all. She's still taking online classes towards her major.

She isn't feeling comfortable financially, not enough to just want a baby and raise it off love alone. Kids needed things, they needed loads of support and of course she would have that with Naruto but she wanted to be able to not depend on him for everything.

She wanted their children (if ever they decide to conceive) to be proud of both their parents and know that they've both equally worked their asses off. She isn't there yet, but she wants to be.

He starts the shower, adjusting the temperature. The sound of the hissing shower needles spraying into the deep porcelain tub nearly gives her a heart attack. She flinches up and the atmosphere stirs with mist.

"Maybe we hold off, until after our five months of fairytale married life. Then, when we want to kill each other—I say, we make a kid to do the job for us. I honestly didn't think you'd be so gung-ho with this." She lied, knowing from the start how often he gushes about being a father to his future son or daughter. The way that none of his foster fathers have ever been toward him. If you could call any of those animals, fathers.

He makes a, 'hmph' noise.

Naruto is suddenly in front of her, hair matting around his face, perceptive eyes drinking her in smolderingly. He gathered her small fingers in his hands and pulled them up to his lips, kissing both sets of knuckles.

"If we ever manage to slip up before then, because heaven forbids the pharmacy runs out of baby eviction drugs, I want you to know that you'd be a good mom. I know that better than anyone, since—yanno, your dad called me a manchild because I gave a shitty prayer. I've never prayed a day in my life before then."

Hinata laughed, tilting her head up with mirth, "You didn't even pray then, you basically listed the food on the table and said thanks after every item."

He shrugged, "He shouldn't have put me on the spot. He singled me out gorgeous and you let me walk right into that trap. Guess we know where your loyalty lies, daddy's girl."

Hinata smiled sweetly, "Manchild."

A/N- Ending this chapter with smut and fluff was so anticlimactic but this was the only point I originally wrote up to. I hope it's ok. Don't kill me for the porn..