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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿: 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚢𝚖 𝙰𝚄 + "𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞." - (𝙽𝙷𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝟸𝟹)

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡The very idea of stepping into a gym has always been intimidating for Hinata, with its bustling crowds and the watchful gazes of others.

However, driven by the goal of getting fit, she finds support from her best friend, Sakura, leading her into the capable hands of Naruto Uzumaki, a highly skilled personal trainer.

With Naruto's guidance, Hinata feels like she's finally on track to achieve her goals, both physical and personal.

Yet, as their relationship evolves with each training session, Hinata can't help but wonder if their relationship is becoming something more than just professional.

Content Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Affirmations • Angst • Body Acceptance • Body Appreciation • Body Positivity • December 19 • December 31 • Feel Good • Fitness Journey • Forbidden Love • Gym AU • Gym Anxiety • Gym Romance • Humor • Love & Fitness • Mutual Pining • Misunderstandings • Mixed Signals • Modern AU • New Beginnings • Nhmonth • Nhmonth23 • Personal Trainer • Power Differences • Public • Self-Discovery • Sexy Naruto • Shy Hinata • Touchy-Feely Romance • Trainer X Trainee • Unexpected Love • Unrequited Love • Working Out • 2023 •

NSFW Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Accidental Stimulation • Body Worship • Cock Bulge • Cock Worship • Come-Marking • Cunnilingus • Desperation • Dirty talk • Dom/Sub • Exhibitionism • Explicit • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Foreplay • Freaky • Groping • Gym Sex • Intimate Training • Kinky • Lewd • Loss of Control • (Major) Size Difference Kink • Marathon Sex • Masturbation • Messy • Muscle Kink • Multiple Orgasms • NSFW • Overstimulation • Power play • Praise Kink • Pussy Worship • Rough Sex • Scent Kink • Secret Desires • Semi Public • Sensual Touches • Sensual Workouts • Shower Sex • Spanking • Squirting • Strength Kink • Sweat Kink • Teasing • Tryst • Unprotected Sex • Vaginal Sex • Wandering Hands • Yearning • 2023

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"I shouldn't have done this," Hinata muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the bustling activity of the gym she found herself in.

It was a place she had never truly been a part of, an outsider peering into a world she had never dared to enter before.

The gym.

Hinata shook her head.

What was she thinking?

Rapidly, like a schizophrenic patient, her lavender eyes darted hesitantly across the area, cringing at the sight of numerous bodies of all sizes–scattered throughout the place.

Her gaze swept over the multitude of people, each one deeply engrossed in their workout routine, contributing to the rhythmic ebb and flow of the gym's energy.

The people here, sporting wide ranges of colorful fitness gear, moved with a comfort and ease that she envied, effortlessly blending into the hustle and bustle of the gym without a single worry in sight.

Conversations merged into a low murmur, punctuated by the occasional clank of weights, the whir of exercise machines, and random music from someone's headphones nearby.

The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of sweat, enveloping her like a heavy blanket, each breath saturated with the pungent aroma. It clung to her slightly dewy skin, mingling with the heat radiating from the bodies all around her.

To say Hinata was overwhelmed would be an understatement; nerves currently coursed through her so intensely that she felt like she was seconds away from barfing.

She felt queasy.

The gym was so packed!

Hinata wasn't one for crowded spaces, but the thought of pushing herself through intense public workouts amidst all the hustle and bustle of a crowd definitely takes the cake.

All those people.

All those eyes.

Watching her.

She shuddered.

Let's just say, going to the gym has never been on the top of her bucket list.

Hinata smacked her forehead in frustration.

Then, why did she choose to listen to Sakura?

Why did she actually go through with her advice?

When Hinata expressed the desire to kickstart the new year by shedding a bit of weight and getting fit, she hadn't anticipated finding herself in a packed gym, surrounded by sweaty bodies, waiting, what seemed like an eternity for her new personal trainer.

No way.

"Yep, this is a bad idea." Hinata groaned, feeling the very reason she had dreaded coming to the gym materializing all around her.

"Oh no, you don't! You're not backing out, Hinata-chan. I've done wayyy too much for you to chicken out and leave now."

Sakura Haruno.

Hinata's best friend.

The pink-haired woman's voice burst through the phone pressed against Hinata's ear, shattering the brief silence that had settled on her end.

Her voice startled Hinata, only adding to the anxiety that practically permeated every inch of her being.

Anxiously, the midnight blue-haired woman began to bounce her leg up and down, her eyes continuously scanning the area.

She occupied a sad, empty cushioned chair tucked away in a corner of one of the gym's lounge areas, her fitness bag and water bottle claiming the seat beside her.

Hinata shook her head, her messy bun growing even messier.

"D-Demo-"

"No buts, Hinata-chan! There's nothing to worry about, it's just nerves. You'll be fine, I promise."

Hinata let out a whimper, surveying the crowded gym once again. Yet, no matter how many times she glanced around, the feeling of being out of place lingered, refusing to go away.

She bit her lip nervously, "I-I don't know, Sakura-chan."

"Hinata-chan, you've got to stay focused and keep your eyes on the prize, girl. Aren't you determined to achieve those New Year's goals you keep pestering yourself about?"

Sakura's encouraging voice bombarded Hinata with questions, urging her on.

"And what about working towards that healthier lifestyle you've always wanted, huh?"

"H-Hai, demo..." Hinata hesitated, her thoughts muddled.

"You want to get toned up, don't ya? Wanna get snatched?

"W-Well yes, that's, um, one way of putting it..."

"Okay then! Just imagine all the attention you'll get from men when you finally get that body all plump and fit. You'll have them lining up for you, even more than they already do-"

"Sakura-chan!" Hinata protested, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks due to Sakura's bold and certainly unexpected comment.

A mischievous giggle bubbled from Sakura's lips from her end of the phone, the sound teasing and light-hearted, as she relished in Hinata's reaction.

Hinata shook her head, "Y-You know th-that's certainly not what I want!"

On that remark, Sakura's giggle tapered off into a chuckle, clearly hearing the embarrassment in her best friend's tone.

"Relax, Hinata-chan, I'm just messing with you."

Sakura spoke, her tone softer now, trying to ease Hinata's embarrassment.

There was a brief pause before Sakura's voice arose again.

"You did check in at the front desk, didn't you?

Hinata nodded nervously, stammering, "H-Hai. I-I checked in-"

"Then there's nothing to worry about! Just take it easy until your personal trainer arrives. You'll really appreciate it once he does."

Sakura quipped, the excitement in her voice evident. She made sure to stress the word "really" in that sentence.

"The trainer I've set you up with is seriously top-notch—he was actually recommended by my own trainer. He's seriously amazing, gets five-star ratings, and he really looks out for his clients. I'm sure he'll take great care of you too, Hinata-chan!"

Hinata hummed, intrigued, to say the least.

With Sakura's words, they actually managed to alleviate the weight of anxiety from Hinata's shoulders.

Momentarily anyway.

A glimmer of relief washed over the midnight blue-haired woman as she sat and mulled over Sakura's assurance.

For a fleeting moment, Hinata permitted herself to entertain the hope that everything would turn out fine, that she was indeed in capable hands.

She desperately wanted to believe in Sakura, and in her words, to cling onto the reassurance she offered.

She tried to fight the anxiety.

She tried to fight the doubt.

She tried to push down those annoying feelings with all of her might.

But she couldn't keep them down for long.

Because just as she tried...

Just as she tried to think positive, other plaguing thoughts began to creep into her mind.

The most prominent one being the lingering issue at hand:

Her late personal trainer.

Once again, doubt and uncertainty came flooding back in, gnawing at her confidence and relief. And before she knew it, her mood shifted once again, simmering irritation bubbling up within her.

Now, she was annoyed.

Hinata couldn't help but feel as if her emotions were fluctuating as wildly as those of a pregnant woman, leaving her feeling completely disoriented.

She just wanted to go home.

Hinata gave her head another shake, her lavender eyes wandering around the gym yet again.

"I'm trying to believe you, Sakura-chan, I really am, demo..." She muttered into the phone with a groan.

"Gomen, Sakura-chan, I don't mean to offend you, but... I'm just not buying it " Hinata blurted out under her breath.

She was met with silence on the other end, so she continued.

"All the ex-excitement you're expressing about this 'mysteriously great' personal trainer doesn't convince me, especially since, let me remind you, he's running late," Hinata muttered impatiently.

"So unprofessional." She groaned under her lips.

Hinata has to be honest.

She actually harbored certain... preconceptions about personal trainers.

She actually saw them as intimidating military generals that barked constant orders at their trainees, permitted them no rest, and perhaps even pushed them past their breaking point.

It was her first experience with a personal trainer, and she wasn't quite sure what to expect.

Especially since her trainer is male!

It was all Sakura's fault.

She set her up—specifically assigning her a male personal trainer and deliberately not accompanying Hinata to the gym in person.

It was Sakura's idea of "treating her" to something nice for a change, but Hinata perceived it as nothing more than a tease, a curse, some form of punishment!

Sakura certainly knew that Hinata had always struggled with interacting with boys; now, as a woman, men were no exception.

Hinata hasn't dated anyone since high school, where she fooled around, experienced her firsts, and participated in all the awkward things typical of teenagers—experiences that, as an adult, tends to come back and haunt.

She blushed in embarrassment at the many memories that came to mind.

Now, as a woman, a busy woman to be exact, actively functioning with a demanding schedule in her daily work life, it seems she has neglected intimacy for so long that she doesn't even know how to approach men anymore.

She was a complete klutz around them, always making a fool of herself, stumbling over her words, and just being a total embarrassment to both herself and everyone around.

Now, with the knowledge that her initial trainer would be a man, possibly examining her body as she exercised, touching her, talking to her, only intensified the overwhelming feelings she felt. Such feelings tore her up inside and threatened to make her want to just drop everything and run straight out of the gym.

If not that...

Then, Hinata was certain she might faint.

She whipped her head up once more, scanning the expansive area, shifting her gaze beyond equipment and moving bodies.

"Ugh, where could he be?"

As if things couldn't get any worse, and her nerves couldn't intensify further, Hinata has been seated in the same spot for forty minutes now. Not once has she laid eyes on her personal trainer, at least, not the man that matches the description Sakura provided.

Blonde hair.

Blue eyes.

Sexy as hell.

Hinata rolled her eyes.

She was well-acquainted with her best friend's tendencies, almost an expert on them given their long history together.

Having known Sakura for just about her entire life and regarding her as an older sister figure, Hinata knew that Sakura could over-exaggerate at times and, not only that, but also be quite over the top.

Yes, she was pretty proactive, Hinata has gotta give her credit for that.

Initially, she actually recommended Hinata her regular spot in Tokyo—Konoha Sports Club—to get her into the gym.

But Sakura didn't stop there.

She went above and beyond by securing a personal trainer for Hinata and adding her to her gym membership plan, generously covering all the expenses for her fitness plan.

Once again, Hinata couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Typical Sakura, always so over the top.

For months, Sakura had been on Hinata's case about joining the gym, pushing her to quit hiding in the comfort of her home, to just give up on all those failed attempts to work out using her TV.

But given Hinata's clear disinclination, the gym wasn't exactly her comfort zone, and the idea of having a male personal trainer didn't align with her usual preferences.

Nevertheless, against all odds, Hinata found herself here, in the gym.

Her New Year's resolutions were now on the brink of transforming from mere overly optimistic thoughts dismissed on a day-to-day basis—into tangible reality.

Hinata groaned.

Yippee.

But... with her personal trainer nowhere in sight, she started to see it as a sign—an opportunity to rethink her rather bold decision.

Initially, she had doubts, but now she was finally giving in to those... doubts.

Hinata sighed, lifting her hips from her seat, "Ah well, he didn't show. I guess that means I'm leaving now-"

"No, no, no! Don't you dare!"

"Why not, Sakura-chan," Hinata snapped, flopping back down in her seat, "Obviously, the personal trainer you've recommended isn't top-notch, or he'd be here—on time." Hinata snapped.

She shook her head in frustration, her patience worn thin.

At this point, her lips began to move almost involuntarily, frustration blinding her to her surroundings. Words began to just slip out of her mouth now.

"Besides, isn't working here at the gym his job? Shouldn't he be here instead of slacking off-"

"Hi... nata Hyuga?"

Hinata's words came to an abrupt halt, as did her entire world, as an unfamiliar husky voice broke through her concentration, interrupting her phone call and well, her entire train of thought.

Hinata's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly whipped her head toward the culprit who called her name.

To her surprise, she found herself gazing into the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

It was a man.

But not any ordinary man.

From the instant Hinata set her eyes upon him, she found herself breathless.

The male newcomer bore a resemblance to a living, breathing statue. No, scratch that.

He looked like a model plucked from the glossy pages of the gym magazines prominently featured throughout the establishment.

A professional hottie.

And there he stood, towering above her.

He stared back at her, and she stared back at him.

At that moment, as their eyes met, it seemed as though time momentarily stood still for both of them, and the commotion of the gym faded into the distance, reduced to nothing more than background noise.

Hinata's lavender eyes remained fixed on the man before her, carefully observing the nuances of his features.

The stranger's hair was a vibrant shade of blonde, like that of sunlit wheat fields.

It was spiky too, each spike standing with confident defiance, outlining his whiskered cheeks, strong jawline, and even perfectly complementing his sun-kissed tan complexion.

Blonde hair.

His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, glimmered with a touch of curiosity as he peered down at her, exuding a warmth that caused Hinata's breath to hitch.

Blue eyes.

Hinata found herself unable to resist marveling at the handsome stranger standing before her.

Her eyes attentively traced the details of his appearance, from the subtle smirk gracing his lips to the sleeveless black muscle shirt that literally hugged his toned body like a second skin.

His pecs and eight-pack were clearly visible through the black fabric, each contour coming together to resemble a washboard along his abdomen that seemed to sink in with every powerful breath he took.

She couldn't help but let her eyes wander lower, but what she saw there nearly caused her to faint.

Oh my kami.

Hinata noticed it right away.

The bulge.

The bulge in his shorts.

The generously sized, mega bulge found in his shorts, where his cock...

Hinata cleared her throat.

She meant his penis, was constrained, tucked away from view.

The major hunk of flesh protruded noticeably, resting along his right thigh in his shorts. His mighty companion created a noticeable bulge that asserted its presence proudly through the black fabric of his fitness attire.

Hinata had to remind herself to close her mouth, and stray her eyes away to avoid looking like a pervert.

The blonde was packing.

Seriously.

Not to mention, he smelled really good too.

Hinata could distinctly smell the sandalwood cologne that enveloped her nostrils the moment he stepped before her.

The scent bore rich wood essences, much like luxurious woods such as bark or pine cones.

His cologne was subtle, not overwhelming at all, yet it exuded a warm, lasting presence in the air between them.

Very masculine.

Hinata also observed the orange duffel bag he had slung along his shoulder, which slipped down his frame, following his every moment.

She even noticed that he was currently holding his phone, one large hand cupped around its base, making the device seem tiny in his grasp.

Sexy.

As.

Hell.

It's him.

Her trainer.

"Oh my kami," Hinata whispered, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

The realization of the descriptions Sakura had provided hit her hard, and she found herself utterly captivated by the living embodiment of those words; right there, standing before her.

And as the initial shock subsided, Hinata couldn't escape the immense regret welling up within her as she remembered the less-than-flattering words she had uttered just seconds ago–words that the attractive blonde male standing before her most definitely heard.

A snicker escaped Sakura on the other line, relishing the silence.

"I take it by your abrupt silence, he's here, huh? What did I tell ya? He's fine as hell, isn't he?"

Another snicker escaped her.

"You're welcome, bestie. I hope you enjoy-"

"Eeek! M-My trainer is h-here now, so byeee!" Hinata blurted out in a nervous fit before hurriedly tapping the hang-up button with her thumb, removing the phone from her ear, and tucking it into her yoga pants pocket.

Her gaze snapped up to the blonde male before her, catching him chuckling in response to her flusteredness.

Her lavender eyes widened, and she swiftly rose to a stand, "Oh my kami. G-Gomen, I didn't mean to s-say..." She cut herself off, covering her eyes with her hands, shaking her head.

"Oh kami, this is so embarrassing."

Another chuckle escaped the blonde, a hearty one that caused his chest to rumble.

His deep chuckle, along with the smooth richness of his voice, sent a barrage of shivers racing through Hinata's body, like a machine gun firing into her flesh.

The sound of his laughter hung in the air, teasingly so, intensifying the crimson blush that spread across her cheeks with each passing second.

Hinata peeked at him through the spaces between her fingers, attempting to hide the effect his captivating voice had on her.

His voice was so sexy!

Kami, she's not gonna make it.

The spiky-haired blonde shook his head, gesturing dismissively.

"Ah, don't sweat it, love."

Placing his free hand on his chest, he gave it a pat. However, Hinata couldn't help but focus her attention on his hardened nipples poking through his shirt.

'Oh my kami! Why are male nipples so hot!' She thought in a hysterical fit.

Hinata stole another quick glance lower, a mere shift of her lavender irises, and caught sight of his bulge once more.

'Oh gosh, why is his cock sooo huge?' She shook her head.

'Scratch that, kami, just why is this man so hot?!?'

She screeched constantly in her head, her cheeks burning crimson, and her senses going into overdrive.

But the male didn't seem to notice.

He went on.

"I should be the one apologizing to you," The blonde remarked, gesturing toward her, watching as her fingers dropped from her face upon his declaration.

"I never meant to keep you waiting or upset you. I'm afraid I couldn't exactly... find you. The client that assigned you to me," He glanced down at his phone again.

"Sa..ku..ra Haru..no."

He sounded out her name quite slowly, unfamiliar with it, before casting his gaze back onto her, "She sent me a picture with your hair down. So, I was looking all over this entire gym for a version of you with your hair down—a total doozy that was, let me tell ya."

He seemed to laugh at himself, and Hinata couldn't help the slight giggle that escaped her own lips.

"Then I thought to myself, oh, why would she have her hair down in the gym; it'll make sense for it to be up. Gah, you're such a baka," He chastised himself in the midst of his explanation, giving his forehead a slap with his free hand.

He shook his head.

"I even asked the receptionist where you'd gone, but uh," He leaned in, lowering his voice, "Don't tell anyone I told you this, but..." He trailed off, glancing around as though checking for any eavesdroppers.

Hinata giggled at that.

He turned back to her, "They were a little useless," He whispered with a groan, rolling his pretty blue eyes.

"And I'm just being generous by adding in the 'little.'"

"O-Oh," Hinata exclaimed, placing one hand over her mouth to hold back another giggle.

"Were they?"

"Yeah, unfortunately." The blonde gruffed.

"Receptionist couldn't remember if your hair was blue or black, or where you even went for the matter." He scoffed, "Complete bakas, I swear, the things I have to deal with," He playfully chastised, causing Hinata to burst into laughter.

"Eventually, I saw you, and your eyes, and well, everything started to make sense, haha!" The blonde boasted, running his hand back to nervously rub his neck, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

"It seems my instincts were right, after all."

He nodded at her hair.

"Ya got your hair up."

Hinata's blush deepened.

But she couldn't ignore the twinge of guilt that lingered now that her trainer had actually explained why he was late.

He's totally innocent.

She felt terrible for badmouthing him.

The blonde trainer clicked his tongue, "So, the moral of my long and boring story is that I completely failed at making a great first impression."

He bowed low in respect, "Gomen, love."

Hinata had to bite back a smile upon hearing his words.

'Oh, I can most certainly disagree upon that.' She thought in her head.

The blonde male's irresistible charm, the warmth of his smile, the husky timbre of his voice, his self-assured confidence, his sense of humor...that bulge–they were all it took for him to leave a great first impression in her eyes.

In the presence of these elements, Hinata instantly forgot the reasons behind her being upset and the fact that she had been waiting for forty minutes straight.

That's neither here nor there now.

Instead, she faintly smiled, and she too, bowed her head, "Oh, you mustn't apologize; I totally understand. I should for all the tr-trouble, sir-"

"Call me Naruto."

"Eh?" Hinata questioned, straightening her posture in a flash.

His smirk widened, a confident expression.

"Naruto," The spiky-haired blonde repeated, his tone easygoing, "The name's Naruto."

He straightened his posture, gracing her with a warm smile, revealing his sharp canines.

Hinata's eyes widened.

"As your new personal trainer, it's my duty to make you as comfortable as possible, so feel free to call me by my first name, no formalities required."

"O-Oh okay," Hinata nervously replied, her eyes meeting Naruto's as he extended his hand.

With a shaky gesture, she reached out, her hand clasping within his warmth for a firm handshake.

Hinata stared at the massive hand that engulfed her own, experiencing the touch of a male's hand in hers for the first time in a long time.

She fell into a trance almost instantly.

'Sooo big,' She thought in awe, gazing at her blonde trainer's hand clasped in hers, the noticeable contrast making her own petite hand nearly disappear from view.

The blonde male gently shook her hand, rocking it up and down, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Hinata-san." He greeted, but he raised an eyebrow at her silence, her gaze seemingly stuck on their interlocked hands instead of meeting his own gaze.

He tilted his head, "You are Hinata Hyuga, correct?" His gaze bore into her, seeking confirmation.

Hinata jolted from her trance by such a question, her head snapping back up to face him.

At that moment, she became acutely aware of the significant height difference between herself and her new trainer, who completely towered over her.

Standing a full head taller than her, his torso loomed above her sad 5'3" frame, putting her height to shame.

She was forced to tilt her head back considerably to meet his gaze.

Hinata reciprocated the handshake, presenting one of her own sincere smiles as well.

Her flushed cheeks rose, revealing the natural warmth of her expression, and her pearly whites.

"H-Hai, I-I'm Hinata Hyuga."

Her lavender eyes sparkled, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Naruto-san."

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