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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚hαppч nαruhínα mσnth єvєrчσnє!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟷: 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 + 𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 - (𝙽𝙷𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝟸𝟹)

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡If you had to choose between doing what you love and being with who you love, could you make that choice?

Naruto and Hinata, the top figure skating duo from Japan, have effortlessly conquered every challenge they've encountered on the ice together. But now, they're up against a new challenge—one that's found in their hearts, rather than on the ice.

This challenge is a love unplanned—a love constrained by a strict contract, putting them both in a very difficult position.

Regular Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Caught In The Rain • Competitive Skating • Competitive Sports • Contract • Contractual Obligations • Costumes • Drama • December 28 • December 31 • Figure Skating • Forbidden Love • Friends To Lovers • Heavy Angst • Hurt & Comfort• Ice Skating • Love Confessions • Modern AU • Mutual Pining • Partner Skaters • Pretending • Professional Skaters • Romance • Sports AU • Stolen Glances • Tryst • Unplanned Love • Work Partners to Lovers • 2023.

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Pretending can be a tricky game.

For some people, it's a breeze—they can slip in and out of different personas as easily as flipping a switch, putting on a convincing act at the drop of a hat or a snap of their fingers.

Some people actually have a closet full of masks for their pretending, ready to wear whichever one fits the moment perfectly to hide behind. They switch between these masks as easily as changing clothes, effortlessly adapting to any situation like it's second nature.

Like if it was nothing, nothing at all.

For others, pretending is a struggle—a constant effort that takes a lot of trial and error before they finally get the hang of it.

But for Naruto, pretending wasn't just difficult. It wasn't a minor bump in the road he'd get over soon. It wasn't something he'd get used to or get good at with time or a bit more effort.

No.

He didn't have the luxury of switching between masks or hiding behind them whenever he wanted, like some people. Pretending wasn't a game or something he did for fun—it was a draining, relentless battle that wore him down every single day.

Pretending was, without a doubt, the hardest thing Naruto had ever faced—the toughest challenge he'd ever had to endure.

And he'd faced plenty of challenges.

As one of the top Japanese male ice skaters in the world, he'd been put through the wringer more times than he could count.

Countless hours of grueling practice, intense competitions, and crushing expectations had pushed him to his limits time and time again, demanding that he give nothing less than his absolute best.

Each session was a test of endurance for him, and every routine was a shot for him to outshine the competition.

After all, Naruto was a pretty driven man, always pushing himself past the limits set by others to prove himself and excel. And on top of the grueling physical demands, he also had to confront the doubts cast on him as a male skater—doubts that seemed to shadow every step he took.

It was tough.

Really tough.

Every time he laces up his skates and hits the ice, he's up against a challenge. But it's one he actually enjoys—the ice, the skating, the music, the cheers, the sweat, the exhaustion, and, most of all, proving everyone wrong.

He loves proving all the doubters wrong—naysayers who said he couldn't do it and the debbie downers who whined that ice skating was a women's sport.

Naruto even gets a kick out of showing up the critics who claimed he was confused about his identity, out of touch with himself, and that ice skating made him less of a man.

Indeed, proving those people wrong by doing what he loved was fun.

Naruto has spent countless hours on the ice—skating was all he'd ever known, the rhythm of the blades, the chill of the rink, and the thrill of the performance were deeply ingrained in him. Every glide and spin had become second nature, an integral part of who he was.

But there was one thing that stood apart from all of that…

Or rather, one person.

Hinata Hyūga.

His skating partner.

Naruto stood in the designated waiting area near the rink, his eyes fixed on her as she skated across the ice gracefully. He watched Hinata from the sidelines, waiting for his cue, the precise moment when the music would signal him to join Hinata on the rink.

But for now, it was just her. Just Hinata.

And Naruto watched her in awe.

He was always in awe of her.

The blonde skater watched almost in a trance as his partner performed with her opening solo for the prestigious "ISU Grand Prix Of Figure Skating" in Hollywood, LA, California.

The intensity of the competition was palpable, and the stakes had never felt higher.

The entire arena was hushed, with only the soft scraping of her white skates on the ice, the sweeping classical music, and the occasional gasps and murmurs from the crowd breaking the silence. Every spectator, even the judges, held their breath, captivated by Hinata's mesmerizing performance, all eyes glued to the rink.

Naruto's included.

Hinata's costume dress was a breathtaking piece, its fabric fluttering around her like the delicate feathers of a swan gliding through a gentle breeze. The lights from the arena overhead danced off the glittering embellishments of her costume, causing her dress to shimmer and shine.

Her costume was the perfect fit to the competition theme: Black Swan.

Hinata's dress was a striking blend of black and white, split down the middle. The left side was a deep, velvety black, adorned with shimmering sequins that caught the arena's light with every move she made.

The right side of her dress was a pristine, snowy white, contrasting beautifully with the dark side, adorned with tiny sparkles and swirls.

Her long gloves followed the same theme, one black and one white, each decorated with delicate sparkles that extended from her hands up to her forearms, matching her dress perfectly. Her usually long, midnight blue hair was elegantly styled into a neat bun on the top of her head, completing her flawless look for the competition.

Naruto wore a matching outfit to hers, of course.

He wore a one-piece costume that began with a pristine white at the top, gradually transitioning into a deep black down his toned torso and legs, with white swirls accentuating the color shift.

His right sleeve was all white, while his left sleeve was solid black, creating a striking contrast similar to Hinata's costume.

His costume fit the theme, sure, and it matched his partner's costume, but it was nowhere near as spectacular as Hinata's.

No way.

Hinata seemed to nail the theme perfectly, gliding in sync with the music—a classic piece that everyone would surely recognize.

"Swan Lake" by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

She surely embodied a swan, her every movement smooth and graceful, just like a swan gliding effortlessly across a lake. The way she floated across the ice, her costume shimmering with each turn, made it look as if she was dancing on air.

Naruto couldn't help but be completely mesmerized by how beautifully Hinata brought the theme to life.

She was utterly breathtaking.

Graceful yet powerful—that's how Hinata always skated.

Watching her was like peering straight into her soul with each performance.

She poured everything into her routine.

She always did.

From her delicate facial expressions to the emotions that flowed through her movements, and the graceful sweep of her arms as they reached out and then drew back—each performance was a stunning story told through her skating.

This time was no different.

As Hinata performed her solo tonight, she told a powerful story about the strength that comes from being vulnerable. Her movements to the music spoke of the courage it takes to expose one's true self, capturing the delicate balance between strength and authenticity.

It was truly extraordinary.

And on top of that, Hinata made the routine they'd been perfecting for months—through countless rehearsals, late nights, and early mornings—look so damn effortless.

Hinata glided smoothly from one move to the next, transitioning seamlessly between spins and jumps, just as they had practiced together, just as she had come to memorize down to the finest detail.

Her spins were flawless.

Naruto watched in awe as she effortlessly transitioned into a fast-paced layback spin, finishing with a graceful camel spin that left delicate circular marks on the ice.

Her jumps were just as stunning, with perfect double axels and triple lutzes that had her soaring and spinning through the air, leaving the crowd breathless.

She landed on her blades with a satisfying clank each time, back on her feet like a true professional.

Hinata nailed every move flawlessly, putting on a jaw-dropping performance that would definitely set the bar high for the other skaters and likely earn them both some serious points with the judges.

But Naruto wasn't thinking about the competition at all.

He wasn't thinking about their potential scores. He wasn't concerned about the judges' opinions or even his routine when it was his turn to join Hinata on the ice.

No, he wasn't thinking about any of that.

Naruto's focus was solely on her, the woman dazzling him from the ice, whose lavender eyes occasionally met his own.

Once.

Twice.

Frequently, Hinata glanced at him as she danced across the rink, her lavender eyes seeking him out from the waiting area, hidden from the audience.

Each time their eyes locked—deep blue meeting soft lavender—it felt like the world around them melted further and further into a blur…

…until it was just the two of them.

The audience's loud wows and awes, the judges' scrutinizing looks, the flashing cameras, the bright arena lights, the announcer's voices, and even the stadium itself—all of it just faded away.

It was only them—just them.

And soon enough, Hinata wasn't skating for the crowd but for…

…him.

It was always like this between them: fleeting, longing but secretive looks where their gazes created warm, private moments just for them.

Every time they performed together, whenever their hands touched or their bodies brushed close, they were drawn into a private world of their own making.

Those looks they exchanged, every second of every day, were a silent yearning for something they both desired but couldn't fully embrace—a longing that always seemed just out of reach.

Naruto couldn't ignore what he felt. He couldn't pretend.

Sure, he could try.

Sure, he could push his feelings aside. He could convince himself that what he felt was just a passing phase, and that he will just get over it soon.

Sure, he could try to act like it didn't bother him and play along, but deep down, he knew he'd only be lying to himself.

The feelings he had been struggling with for so long were impossible to ignore now.

A mistake that's come to consume him.

When Naruto first teamed up with Hinata, he signed a contract that was clear about one thing: no intimate relationships.

As long as he pursued ice skating professionally with a partner, he wasn't allowed to fall in love or let emotions get in the way of his career.

He knew that.

They both did.

Naruto always understood what he was signing up for, knew the strict rules, and was clear on what was expected of him.

Because of this, he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way and was fully aware of the risks of letting these emotions take over. He knew exactly how his coach would react if she found out—what she'd do if she discovered his secret.

Their secret.

Naruto knew the stakes.

If their secret were ever discovered, it would mean the end of their figure skating careers.

Everything they'd worked so hard for—the endless hours of practice, the sacrifices made, the competitions won, the fame they'd gained, and their very dreams—were at risk of being ruined.

All because love had somehow crept in and gotten in the way.

Suddenly, the music built to a crescendo, growing louder and louder all around, snapping Naruto out of his thoughts.

His cue to take the ice.

"Damn it," He muttered, shaking his head to snap himself out of it. That was a mistake—a big one.

He couldn't afford to space out.

Not here.

Not now.

He took a deep, steadying breath, pushing aside the swirling thoughts and annoying emotions that clung to him.

Then he exhaled, letting it all go.

It's showtime.

Naruto rubbed his hands together to shake off the tension, and took one more calming breath.

"Here goes." He whispered to himself, before finally, darting out onto the ice.

The icy chill of the arena hit Naruto instantly, chilling his face, body, and legs. The cold air blended with the crisp, slippery feel of the ice beneath his skates.

Naruto could never grow tired of it—the ice. It was a feeling so familiar, as natural as breathing to him at this point. Every time he stepped onto it, it felt like reconnecting with an old friend he always looked forward to seeing again.

And it felt that way now.

His taut calf muscles tightened with each powerful push he gave his legs, his black skates carving a swift, graceful path across the ice.

The ice hummed a satisfying, almost musical whisper under Naruto's skates, grounding him in the moment. He mentally rehearsed his routine, syncing with it as he joined Hinata on the rink.

Hinata was already in position, gliding effortlessly across the ice toward him. In that moment, Naruto could see nothing but her—her radiant smile, the rosy flush on her cheeks from the cold, and the sparkle in her lavender eyes.

He met her in the center of the rink with a big grin, and they seamlessly slipped into a synchronized spin. They twirled around each other, close yet so far.

They didn't touch—just gazed at each other, eyes locked the whole time.

Blue meeting lavender, once again.

The sight of Naruto and Hinata finally skating together, their chemistry ignited instantly, sending fireworks of excitement across the entire arena. Their connection was evident even on the arena's TVs, causing the crowd to instantly erupt into a frenzy.

Gasps and cheers merged into a collective roar that filled the entire space.

The announcers, just as thrilled, could barely contain their excitement over the intercom.

"And here he comes, folks—Naruto Uzumaki, joining his partner Hinata Hyūga after her stunning introductory solo!"

"The way they connect is absolutely breathtaking. Just so breathtaking. This is partner skating at its finest, and we are in for a treat tonight, folks!"

Now together, Naruto and Hinata instantly transitioned into their routine, as they'd done it a million times before.

Just for this moment.

Hinata took the lead, maintaining their synchronized spin as she gracefully lifted one arm to the rhythm of the music, watching as Naruto mirrored her movements flawlessly. His arm swept down and up above his head in a sweeping arc, just like hers, as if she were looking into a mirror.

She moved her other arm the same way, and Naruto followed suit.

Next, Hinata extended her hand toward him this time, her fingers forming a dramatic claw before slowly curling into a fist as she pulled away, and Naruto mirrored her.

But they never quite touched.

Each time they reached, they always pulled back.

Reach. Retreat. Reach.

Closer and closer, but never quite touching.

Like a cycle.

A painful one.

This part of their routine always spoke to them. It shouldn't have—really. It shouldn't have had any impact on them, but..

…it did.

It perfectly mirrored the feelings they had for each other, always managing to leave a poignant ache in their hearts—a longing for something they both wanted but couldn't have.

No matter how many times they repeated it.

No matter how many times they practiced it.

The ache remains.

Naruto's eyes revealed such pain, such raw emotion as he watched Hinata glide backward from the center of the rink, moving away from him and further along the ice.

She kept her knees slightly bent, her legs extending and crossing each other like the delicate sway of a ballet's legs. Her skates traced elegant arcs on the ice as she spiraled backward, leaving a long trail behind.

But even as Hinata drifted away from Naruto, her hand stretched out toward him, her eyes pleading for him to take it.

Naruto followed her, reaching back.

His arm stretched out through the cold air, determined to bridge the gap between them.

They reached for each other, incorporating a few individual spins where they spun perfectly in sync, even landing together, before turning and reaching out again.

They drew out the moment for dramatic effect, with Hinata gliding smoothly backward and Naruto advancing just enough until their hands finally….

…met.

But when their hands finally touched, it seemed to ignite a powerful rush of warmth that pulsed through their gloves and into their palms like a heartbeat, spreading through their bodies in soothing waves.

The sensation felt incredible—better than anything they had experienced before.

They had touched countless times, but this..

This was different.

The moment Naruto's large fingers slid between the gaps of Hinata's smaller ones, and curled around her hand, a deep, unparalleled warmth unfurled in both of their hearts.

The surprising intensity of the warmth made them both gasp softly. Their fingers instinctively tightened around each other, the connection so strong and reassuring that they couldn't bear to let go.

Not now.

Not so soon.

Keeping her hand in his, Naruto guided Hinata's arm over her head and twisted her in a graceful spin perfectly in sync with the music. He skated himself over in a smooth glide, positioning himself directly behind her like her shadow.

Close behind her, he began sliding his hands gently along her arms, and Hinata couldn't hold back the slight moan that escaped her lips.

Naruto touched her now, and he took it slow.

Along her chest, his gloved fingers brushed the fabric of her costume, feeling the rise and fall of her breath. His hands moved down the gentle curve of her torso, tracing the contours of her muscles, and he felt her body react to his touch almost instantly, with soft shivers and quivers.

Finally, his hands reached her waist, holding her hips firmly yet gently.

Even in the cold of the stadium, with a chill all around them, Hinata felt warm beneath his fingertips.

She was savoring the moment, just as she always did, whenever she was in Naruto's arms.

His touch was always gentle, but now, to Hinata, it felt almost heightened. Every brush of his fingers felt like a trail of fire on her skin, each caress sending electric shivers down her spine.

It was like time slowed to a crawl, and all she could feel was Naruto.

His breath as it brushed against her ears and cheeks, warm and steady. The heat of his toned body as it pressed so close to hers, making her acutely aware of every inch of him...

And his touch...

Hinata always treasured the moments when Naruto touched her.

Those fleeting instances when his hands met her skin always seem to send a delightful warmth coursing through her body, radiating like a beacon. Whether his strong yet gentle hands glided along her arms, gripped her hips, or lifted her into the air, a soothing, irresistible heat enveloped her whenever he made contact with…her body.

It shouldn't have felt this way, but it did—like a perfect antidote to her touch-starved dreams.

Hinata glanced back at him with a breathless look that made Naruto's heart skip a beat. Her lavender eyes drew him in every time, their expressiveness saying more than words ever could.

And as he gazed into them now, they seemed to speak to him, whispering…

"Please touch me more, Naruto-kun. Touch me."

It was a gentle, unspoken plea, a tender whisper in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him, standing tall behind her.

Naruto bit his lip.

Truly, he wished he could touch her more.

Her body always responded so beautifully to his touch, expanding and contracting as if he were the air she breathed, always returning to him with a graceful, magnetic pull. It was intoxicating.

He craved more. He craved—

The blonde skater took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. Again.

Reluctant as he was, and how good it was to hold Hinata, he knew he had to put an end to it.

After all, this was a serious competition.

With that realization, Naruto broke away from their intimate moment, shaking off the titillating effect of touching Hinata, and his expression turned serious again. He refocused and shifted his attention to the next part of their routine.

But when he did, it seemed as if time snapped back to its usual pace, flowing normally like it did for everyone else.

Naruto grasped her waist firmly, and as if on cue, Hinata bent her knees, poised and ready, just like he was.

The split-second cue he had been waiting for.

With a smooth lift, he sent her soaring into the air in a high twist. Her dress billowed out around her in a perfect spiral, drawing gasps from the crowd as it fluttered like a blooming flower.

Naruto watched as she flew high into the air, spinning gracefully. And in that quick moment, he caught a glimpse of her smile.

There was an unspoken trust in that smile, a deep trust in him. Because she knew that whenever she fell, he'd always be there to catch her.

Just like now.

As Hinata began her descent, Naruto was ready. He lifted his arms high and, with practiced precision, caught her around the waist.

He felt that familiar rush of relief and joy, knowing Hinata was secure in his hands after her aerial stunt. Safe and sound.

Naruto held her close for a moment, savoring the warmth of her body against his, before gently lowering her back to the ice.

As they continued skating together, the audience seemed to blur further and further away until it was only the two of them, as if no one else existed.

They looked into each other's eyes and suddenly...

Time didn't matter.

The competition didn't matter.

The judges or their scores didn't matter.

It was just them.

Just like in all their performances, Naruto and Hinata stunned the crowd with their chemistry. They moved together on the ice with such closeness, showing raw emotion through their every move and expression that the audience could actually feel.

It left everyone breathless.

The music was captivating from start to finish, flowing through every part of their routine. Every spin, every lift, and every glide of their skates across the ice, the music was there, as if guiding them.

Hinata's grace paired perfectly with Naruto's strength, like yin and yang. Their choreography, whether synchronized or solo, blended together on the ice, revealing not just their countless hours of practice but also the deep understanding they shared.

Their love.

It was evident, no matter how hard they tried to hide it.

Their synchronicity was almost magical, like they were of one mind, one body, one soul.

When Hinata jumped, Naruto was right there to catch her.

When she spun, he spun, matching her moves perfectly.

Whenever she reached for him, he was always ready to clasp her hand and guide her.

There was no escaping what they felt.

The longer their performance went on, that feeling between them seemed to intensify.

It was new and exhilarating, different from anything they had felt before in previous performances or practices, as if it began anew the moment they first touched tonight.

Every time their hands touched or their eyes locked, that feeling inside them just kept growing stronger.

But reality would ruin it for them each time, reminding them that no matter how strong their feelings were, they couldn't act on them.

They couldn't.

They shouldn't.

They…

Hinata couldn't take it anymore.

As their routine continued, she began to feel the full weight of everything.

The unspoken feelings she'd been holding in, the constant longing to be close to Naruto, and the pressure to maintain their perfect image—it was all starting to overwhelm her.

She'd managed to keep it together for so long, but even she had her limits.

Tonight, she reached her breaking point.

As they approached the end of their performance, instead of the usual thrill that would sweep over her, she was overwhelmed by a deep, profound sadness.

Naruto sensed it immediately.

He knew her too well not to notice.

As the music began to wind down and the final chords echoed through the arena, he drew her into a tight embrace at the center of the rink. Their bodies were pressed close, the warmth of their breath mingling with the chilly air. Their faces were so close he could feel her every breath on his skin, and their eyes met, saying everything words couldn't express.

They held their position, panting and sweating, mostly satisfied, until the last notes of the music faded into silence.

But as soon as the music ended, the applause from the crowd surged through the stadium, a thunderous wave of sound that echoed endlessly in their ears.

With that, Naruto and Hinata reluctantly pulled away, masking their true feelings behind the broad smiles they had perfected and displayed time and time again.

They waved to the audience and the flashing cameras, even taking a hand-in-hand bow to mark the end of their performance.

The announcers' voices boomed through the speaker in no time, hyping up their performance with excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what a show! Let's hear it for Japan's premier ice skating duo, Naruto Uzumaki and Hinata Hyūga!

"Give these two a big round of applause for another unforgettable performance!"

The announcers gave them one last shout-out, showering them with praise and cheers that would've made Hinata feel overjoyed on another day—grateful, accomplished even.

But not now.

She didn't know what had came over her.

She didn't know why she had done it.

Yet, she turned to Naruto, her face showing a sadness she couldn't keep hidden anymore. Her eyes, usually so bright and joyful, were now clouded with a deep sorrow that instantly wiped the smile from Naruto's face.

And before he could even speak, to react even, she spoke to him, whispered to him.

She whispered one word, and he heard it clearly.

"Gomennasai."

Hinata let go of his hand and sped off across the ice, leaving him behind before he could say a single word.

He gasped and reached out toward her retreating figure.

"H-Hinata-chan!" Naruto called out, but she didn't respond. She didn't turn back or slow down; she just kept skating, moving further and further away from him until she vanished through the designated gate leading backstage.

The blonde stood there, frozen, as the cheers of the crowd faded into the background. Yet, even now, he could still feel the warmth of Hinata's touch lingering in his outstretched palm.

Naruto frowned.

'Pretending is difficult for you too, isn't it, Hinata-chan?'

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚hαppч nαruhínα mσnth єvєrчσnє!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷: 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚍 + ��𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 + 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙴𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚄 - (𝙽𝙷𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝟸𝟹)

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡In the ancient realm of Konohagakure, Emperor Naruto, and Empress Hinata Uzumaki pose for a portrait to honor their reign. During the session, however, Naruto finds himself unable to resist stealing glances at his beautiful wife, struggling to maintain his composure.

Content Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Alternate Universe - Medieval • Blow Job • Body Worship • Breathplay • Claiming • Cock Worship • Domination • December 11 • December 28 • December 29 • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Emperor & Empress • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fellatio • Foreplay • Fluff • Free Use • Hand Job • Historical Eras • Humor • Husband/Wife • Loss Of Control • Marriage • NhMonth • Nhmonth23 • NSFW • Oral Sex • Orders • Ownership • Power play • Praise Kink • Royal AU • Royal Portrait Session • Scandalous • Secrecy • Semi-Public • Size Difference Kink • Spanking • Stolen Glances • Submission • Tarot Cards • 2023 •

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In the ancient land of Konohagakure, where the rustling leaves whispered tales of battles fought and victories won, the imperial palace stood as a testament to the enduring legacy of the Uzumaki dynasty.

On this significant day, the opulent halls buzzed with anticipation for a momentous occasion—the royal portrait session of Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata Uzumaki.

The decision to immortalize their images carried historical weight, creating a visual chronicle of the Uzumaki dynasty.

The portraits, including one of the Emperor, one of the Empress, and one portraying them together, would be enshrined in historical records, chronicling the story of their reign for generations to come.

Symbolizing the authority of the monarchy, the portraits emphasized the lasting legacy of their reign, integrating them into the regal lineage that came before.

The ceremonial affair was a special event, contributing to the public perception of the monarchy, solidifying Naruto and Hinata's place in history.

Summoned to capture the essence of their majesties on canvas was the esteemed artist, Master Sai.

His reputation as a master of the brush extended far beyond the village walls, and his presence in the imperial palace was a mark of the significance of the occasion.

Sai was the best of the best. Fit for the job.

As the appointed hour drew near, the portrait chamber underwent a grand transformation.

Rich silks adorned the walls, each thread woven with the tales of Konoha's history.

Intricate tapestries, statues, and lavish blue and green embellishments portrayed the ascension of Konohagakure, chronicling the successes and challenges faced by its people, as well as the unwavering connection between the emperor and empress.

In the center of the chamber, positioned on elaborately carved throne chairs, Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata took their designated poses, fully prepared for their likenesses to be immortalized on canvas.

Naruto, draped in a majestic white cape flowing down to the floor, encircling him, was positioned hunched forward, hands joined before his broad form.

Red flames gracefully danced at the cape's ends, reflecting the indomitable will of fire coursing through his veins. A red clasp secured the cape across his neck, injecting a vibrant touch of color into his entire ensemble.

Beneath the flowing fabric, he was adorned in a regal dark brown buttoned vest of a distinct hue, along with a long-sleeved white button-up undershirt. His lower half was adorned with dark brown slacks and matching long boots, finalizing his entire apparel selection for his royal portrait painting.

Atop his short blonde hair, a golden crown adorned with fiery red rubies perched, complementing a charming smirk on his tan features, raising his whiskered cheeks ever so slightly.

That look, so subtle yet profound in its depth, proudly portrayed the emperor's confidence and charisma—a smirk that unveiled layers of the emperor's character.

Beneath his royal apparel and imposing title, Naruto actually exuded a playful spirit, endearing himself to his subjects while shouldering the weight of the crown.

Unlike rulers of the past, he governed Konoha and its lovely people with understanding and love, rather than instilling fear through conquest.

But of course, it was not only him that ruled Konoha.

Seated a few paces away, Empress Hinata, draped in a resplendent royal purple dress, was there at Emperor Naruto's side, exuding ethereal beauty.

Her body tilted slightly to the left in her throne chair, hands delicately folded across her lap.

A silver tiara adorned with purple garnet jewels graced her short midnight-blue hair, twinkling in the sunlight.

Hinata's delightful smile, radiating cheerfulness, bathed the chamber in a luminous glow. Her lips touched with a subtle gloss, added a soft radiance to her elegant demeanor, befitting the graceful empress she embodied.

Hinata was a marvel, the perfect complement to Naruto's energy—the yin to his yang, a harmonious blend of warm and cool colors, like the sun and moon.

Their very poses held the promise of breathing life into a canvas masterpiece—a union captured, standing still in time.

The expansive chamber fell into a formal hush, a silence so profound it seemed to echo off the gilded walls. Footmen, statuesque and vigilant, stood sentinel-like at strategic points in the area, their uniformed presence contributing to the air of solemnity.

Courtiers, assembled in a huddle a few paces away from the thrones, maintained watchful postures, aiming to appear more formal than they actually were.

Their ornate fans danced gracefully in synchronized unison, discreetly hiding mouths that frequently participated in gossip and judgment. The gentle flutter of decorative fans and sporadic murmurs of courtly exchanges crafted a delicate harmony within the charged silence.

Amidst the quietude, Sai prepared his brushes, mixing lively pigments on his polished mahogany palette. His gaze was formal as he studied the emperor and empress, observing the nuances of their facial structures, body postures, and attire.

A faint smile graced his pale face, creasing his lips in visible admiration.

The black-haired male marveled at the contrast between the emperor's magnetic smirk and the empress's gentle smile.

Master Sai stood just a few paces away, respectfully positioned near Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata's throne chairs, by his large easel. Crafted from polished mahogany, the substantial easel displayed meticulous craftsmanship, with brass fittings securing the canvas precisely. Additionally, it was equipped with wheels, allowing for easy mobility.

His exquisite palette held vibrant pigments—crimsons, browns, tans, ruby reds, royal purples, and regal golds, awaiting blending for the imperial portrait of his royal majesties.

Meticulous, Sai ensured azure and emerald hues for Konohagakure's landscapes. Surveying the palette, he also envisioned a fusion of colors—ruby reds for Naruto's regality and royal purples for Hinata's grace.

In the imperial chamber, Sai wore a paint-speckled black smock, paired with a tailored gray shirt underneath and simple black trousers—a basic yet masterful attire befitting the accomplished artist.

Every detail was carefully organized.

The Emperor and Empress, resplendent in opulent attire for the occasion, held poses like carved statues, in perfect position to have their appearances painted. Even the golden sunlight embraced the room just right, casting a warm aura in the room through the grand windows.

Sai blew out a deep breath.

He was ready. Ready to begin.

Everything was perfect, just the way he liked it to be.

Everything was...

Sai's eyebrows furrowed.

except for one thing.

As Sai lifted his brush, the artist hesitated for a moment, assessing the composition before him. He noticed the one lone flaw in the valley of perfection, one that required immediate correction.

He cleared his throat.

"Your Majesty," He called out, addressing the emperor in a tone that was both formal and polite.

"Your Majesty, if you could kindly look at me?" Sai asserted, lifting his voice just a tad, seeking to possibly prompt His Majesty to turn back and meet his gaze once more for the portrait.

But Naruto didn't hear a single word.

In that suspended moment, Naruto found himself ensnared in a trance, his eyes fixed on his wife and only his wife.

His intention was for it to be just a glance.

However, one single look at Hinata, the singular beauty illuminating the entire chamber, was just enough to hold Naruto captive, causing him to forget everything he had been engaged in moments before.

Emperor Naruto just stared at his wife, taking the moment to fully drink in the ethereal beauty of her.

Empress Hinata.

Her regal dress, a deep shade of royal purple, draped around her like a cloak of twilight, accentuating every curve and contour with a grace that echoed the refinement of a medieval tapestry come to life.

Hinata's lavender eyes, pools of sincerity, held a depth that Naruto had always found captivating. At this moment, they sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection as she observed his distraction from the corner of her eye.

Those plump, glossy lips of hers, ones he's heard time and time again release lewd sounds, and witnessed wrapped around naughty places in the comfort of their private chambers now curved into a pure, cheery smile.

It was her infuriating smile that only worsened Naruto's predicament, further rooting him in a trance he couldn't seem to escape.

His breath hitched. 'Kami, how are you so perfect, my dear?' Naruto thought in a love-daze, his earlier charming smirk swept away only to be replaced by a stupid grin.

"Your Majesty! If I must have your attention again, please."

Ignored once more.

Naruto's gaze merely lingered on Hinata, his neck craned to his right in an awkward position that caused some of the courtiers in the room to giggle due to his obvious distraction.

However, the emperor remained oblivious to that, as he was too engrossed in appreciating the subtle aspects he adored about his wife—the soft curve of her neck, the way her hair framed her face like a dark halo, and the hint of a blush that adorned her cheeks, reflecting the emotions that danced within.

At that moment, it seemed the light dimmed across the entire chamber for Naruto. The dimmed light cast Hinata into radiant focus as if on center stage—a delicate angel poised beside him on her throne.

Naruto's jaw dropped in astonishment once again.

He couldn't help but marvel at Hinata, marvel at the fact that the woman who currently had him drooling, who caused him to look like a complete idiot in the presence of the council and their guest Sai, belonged to him.

His empress.

But Hinata meant more than that; she was not merely his lovable wife—she stood as the guiding compass of his reign.

Throughout his reign, Naruto shouldered a myriad of responsibilities as the figurehead of Konoha, overseeing governance, justice, diplomacy, and military matters. However, amid these challenges, Hinata stood by his side, aiding in decision-making, offering support, and acting as the constant force keeping his moral compass true.

She was the beacon of his reign, the gentle force that possesses the ability to gently reel him back when the weight of leadership threatens to overwhelm him. Her wisdom and grace became the lifeline that anchored Naruto, ensuring his decisions were just and fair for the well-being of their people.

As his trusted confidante, she not only shared his bed but also bore the weight of the crown. Her counsel extended into the late hours, even when their naked bodies lay pressed together, fortifying their bond with a strength that surpassed even the physical.

Hinata's mere presence meant everything to Naruto—a calming influence and a wellspring of strength that enabled him to govern not just as an emperor but as a compassionate leader prioritizing the well-being of Konoha's people above all else.

Hinata is his world, a truth reinforced every time he catches a glimpse of her.

The blonde emperor smiled joyously.

"Your Majesty, I implore you, would you please turn your gaze toward me!" Sai raised his voice for what seemed like the thousandth time, his usual meek and dull voice rising forth and filling the entire chamber with an audible echo.

It was at that moment, at the abrupt outburst from Sai, that Naruto shook himself out of his trance. He reluctantly tore his gaze away from the enchanting vision of his Empress and turned his head toward the distressed artist. A look of shock crossed his tan features, the image of his wife lingering in his mind even still.

Naruto planted his gaze back on Sai, who appeared noticeably tense after nearly two straight minutes of calling out to him, now breathless.

Sai cleared his throat, adjusting his smock on his body. "Forgive me for yelling, Your Majesty, but-"

"No, no, you're fine," Naruto apologized, waving his hand dismissively, "I should be the one to apologize to you, Sai-san." The blonde emperor adjusted in his throne, stealing another glance at his wife.

"You must pardon me, I got a bit lost, uh, in the beautiful view there," He replied, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Hinata let out a subtle giggle, casting a discreet glance at her husband, prompting his blue eyes to quickly snap back to her.

Blue clashed with lavender.

It was at that moment, that a sense of familiarity permeated the exchange between the emperor and empress, hinting at a connection beyond the formalities of the imperial court—reserved for matters that only unfolded in their private chambers.

Naruto couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

And Hinata was well aware.

The blonde emperor shot a seductive grin her way, nearly captivated by the sight of his wife laughing. He admired the way her delicate features subtly creased with genuine joy, and observed as one of her small hands rushed to cover her mouth.

Nevertheless, Naruto shifted his gaze back toward Sai, promptly adopting a more serious demeanor as he hunched his body back over, rolling his shoulders forward.

Simultaneously, the charming smirk that had graced his lips earlier made a swift return.

The black-haired artist nodded in acknowledgment, satisfied.

"Thank you, Your Majesty,"

Expressing his gratitude, Sai offered a courteous bow before redirecting his focus to the blank canvas before him.

In that moment, the imperial chamber regained its quiet reverence, with the only audible sounds being the subtle strokes of Sai's brush as he began the initial sketches for the portrait.

It was then the royal portrait session commenced, with Sai embarking on the task of capturing Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata on canvas with deliberate and precise strokes of his brush.

His motions resembled a dance, a rhythmic choreography that conveyed both expertise and artistic finesse.

Sai displayed a virtuosity with the paintbrush, seamlessly wielding it as if it were a natural extension of himself.

His hand moved with remarkable speed, crafting swift and deliberate strokes that captured the essence of the scene.

Concentration etched across his face as his eyes effortlessly shifted from canvas to Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata, meticulously ensuring each of their poses and details found its place on the evolving masterpiece before him.

However, as Sai persisted in painting, the unspoken connection between Naruto and Hinata unfailingly lingered in the air, echoing deeply within their minds.

Redirecting his focus to Sai, Naruto maintained his charismatic smirk, yet a subtle hint of something more was present—a genuine expression of love, mirroring the joy reflected in the eyes of his Empress.

Remaining motionless, Naruto sat with his hands clasped once again, slightly hunched over, his blue eyes unwaveringly fixed on Sai, just as the artist had requested countless times before.

Naruto was trying.

He was trying his utmost effort to maintain his focus on Sai, to remain present in the moment, to fulfill the necessary task at hand.

However, as Sai continued, moving his brush back and forth, dipping it into the needed hues on his palette, Naruto couldn't resist.

He found himself casting stolen glances toward Hinata anyway.

It was a paradoxical gaze—one that held both the weight of a ruler responsible for an entire empire and the tenderness of a husband enchanted by the woman who shared his throne.

It was almost involuntarily, the way his head consciously turned, to seek another glimpse of Hinata, as though fearing she might vanish if he didn't seize the moment. The enchantment she cast over him persisted, drawing him back to her radiant presence with an irresistible pull.

Every single time.

One look wasn't enough. He needed to look at her again and again.

Yet, with every turn of his head, Sai's voice crashed in, as predictable as clockwork, compelling him to regain his composure once again.

"Your Majesty, if I may request your focus once more."

"G-Gomen."

Offering another apology, Naruto seized Sai's reminder as a means to detach himself from the magnetic allure of Hinata's presence. He sheepishly refocused for the umpteenth time, determined to uphold the dignity fitting for his position.

However, as time unfolded, the same pattern emerged.

Throughout the meticulous process of capturing the imperial couple on canvas, Naruto found himself repeatedly drawn to Hinata, his gaze straying to steal a glance, despite his best efforts to remain fixed on the task at hand.

Sai, patient yet firm, would intervene with a gentle reminder each time, steering the Emperor's attention back toward his direction.

Meanwhile, Hinata, skillfully sustaining her composed posture throughout, couldn't overlook Naruto's occasional glances. She actually found him and his glances rather adorable.

Her voice, gentle and teasing, pierced through the subdued ambiance of the chamber.

"You seem quite distracted, Naruto-kun," Hinata remarked playfully, her cheery smile undeterred.

"My love, are you finding it difficult to keep your eyes off me?"

Naruto's breath caught at the emergence of his wife's voice in the quiet room, momentarily taking him by surprise.

He chuckled in response to Hinata's playful chastising, conveying acknowledgment of his predicament.

He shrugged.

"Well, you're not making it easy, Hinata-chan." Naruto responded, keeping his head straight, posture firm.

Hinata's laughter, like the soft chime of bells, echoed in the chamber, her head tilted slightly.

"It's fortunate that Master Sai possesses such patience. I can only envision the frustration he endures, repeatedly interrupted by the numerous times you turn your head," She remarked, a playful glint dancing in her lavender eyes.

Sai smiled sheepishly from afar, "Oh, it is quite alright, your majesties. I will manage."

Naruto snorted in response, overlooking Sai's presence, "Oh, very funny. I almost laughed because of you," He declared sarcastically, his eyes drifting over to his wife, "Never known you to be the amusing one, Hinata-chan."

"Oh, I am amusing, am I?" Hinata hummed, "I happen to get that from you, my love," She retorted, attempting to maintain her smile and not succumb to laughter.

Naruto smirked, enjoying their playful back-and-forth banter. However, Hinata knew better than to engage in such exchanges.

In these little playful skirmishes, he always emerges victorious.

A mischievous smirk crossed the whiskered male face, a smirk that promised trouble, "Heh, well, it's a pity for you, my empress, because the significance of my expressions of amusement and yours carry different weights."

"And why is that, my emperor?"

"Because my amusement leads to laughter, whereas your amusement elicits a stir in my groin, and it might just end with that dress of yours being torn off-"

"Naruto-kun!"

Hinata's entire face blushed a deep shade of red, her embarrassed screech resonating throughout the entire portrait chamber.

She fought to keep her composure, resisting the temptation to burst into laughter or give in to embarrassment; her body was certainly in a state of confusion.

How could she remain composed when her husband chose such an inappropriate moment to express his desires?

How could she remain serious when her lover is horny?

The empress let out a small whimper as she surveyed the chamber, finding their courtiers collectively amused, giggling within their huddled corner.

The footmen remained motionless, yet subtle shifts in their expressions revealed nuanced adjustments–perhaps a twitch of the lips or a fleeting change in gaze, betraying a silent language of their own.

Sai momentarily froze, his brush suspended in the air, drops of paint falling to the floor, and his cheeks tinged with pink—all unmistakably aware of their rather suggestive conversation.

Hinata's exclamation thankfully interrupted Naruto before he went too far, averting the revelation of their more intimate sides in the privacy of their bed chambers and preserving the formality of their presence and the situation.

Hinata breathed heavily, her body tense, and her face frozen in a state of shock.

Summoning the courage, she dared to sneak a peek at Naruto from the corner of her eye, blushing as she found him looking at her quite seductively, his lip bitten—a sight that stirred emotions within her that must not be felt at the moment.

She clenched her thighs over the other, shifting in her throne chair.

"Stop that, Naruto-kun."

"Stop what, Hinata-chan?"

"Stop being such a distraction and focus on Sai-san," She scolded in a hushed tone, "We need to make this moment as stress-free for him as possible."

She then extended her delicate fingers to gently guide her husband's face forward.

However, as soon as her fingers made contact with his whiskered cheeks, warmth flooded through her hand, eliciting a shudder. Nevertheless, her fingers persisted, gently guiding Naruto's head away from her and back towards Sai.

But she felt resistance against her hand.

Defiantly, Naruto pressed his face against hers, resisting to keep his head tilted in her direction.

His whiskered cheek lifted, a devious smirk plastered on his face.

"No," He shook his head, "I don't think I will." He retaliated.

"I happen to want to look at you more, my empress." Naruto whispered in a daze.

Hinata gasped.

Indeed, Naruto was horny.

She could discern it in his voice, with the way he practically moaned her title, and the defiance underlying his tone.

Hinata noticed it in the way he resisted her commands, ones he typically followed quite obediently. Additionally, she noticed it in the intensity with which he focused solely on her, seemingly oblivious to the other spectators in the room.

And as she cast another look, lowering her eyes, Naruto's aroused state was unequivocally confirmed by the evident bulge in his formal slacks—a sight that caused Hinata's breath to hitch.

Her lavender eyes narrowed, shooting her husband a warning look, "Behave yourself, Naruto-kun. You'll have plenty of time to admire me later, but for now, we must be serious."

"No, I can't afford to be. Not right now. Not when I'm like this-"

"Would you two like a break, your majesties?" Sai's voice interjected once more, dispelling the heated tension between the emperor and empress.

Shaking off his flustered state, Sai placed his brush on the table beside him, where his palette joined it.

Clasping his hands, he observed as the royal couple halted, redirecting their attention toward him.

The black-haired artist offered a faint smile, "I see that you both are very distracted, and that is quite alright. I shall give you two a break and resume in fifteen." He offered.

"How does that sound?"

Instantly, Hinata agreed to the break, granting Sai a bow of the head, "That would be quite splendid, Sai-san. Arigato." She expressed her gratitude, "We'll appreciate that time to compose ourselves."

Sai nodded and bowed, "Of course, Your Majesty. I'll make the necessary arrangements for your break."

As Sai left the chamber, Hinata turned to the royal court, the rest of the attendants left in the chamber, "Everyone, we will take a short break. Please give us a few moments of privacy, and we'll reconvene shortly."

In response to Hinata's command, the courtiers and footmen complied, bowing in unison before making their exit from the portrait chamber room. The swish of their elegant attire and the soft echoes of hushed conversations gradually faded away, as they left one by one.

The departure of the last person was marked by the chamber door closing with a muffled thud, sealing off the outside world. The echoes of footsteps faded away, and the room fell into a profound hush, leaving the space exclusively reserved only for the emperor and empress.

Now alone, Naruto was given the freedom to unleash the beast dwelling inside him, allowing him to finally surrender to his manly urges.

In an instant, Naruto's expression transitioned from the formal demeanor of an emperor to the private intensity of a husband eager to be fulfilled in the way only his wife knows.

He turned back to Hinata, now with a naughty glint in his eyes.

"Heh, I gotta say, it's so hot to see you in action, my empress, ordering those pesky courtiers around."

"Naruto-kun," Hinata snapped, turning her head sharply toward him. She scoffed, "We're all alone; I hope you're happy now, causing a scene-"

"Oh my precious Hinata-chan, I am more than happy. I am ecstatic!" The blonde emperor exclaimed, his husky voice echoing off the walls.

"You made the right call there, my love, because we..." Naruto hurriedly slid one hand down his body, fondling himself within his slacks, clutching the bundle of flesh in his hand, "have some unfinished business to take care of."

Hinata squeaked in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed even deeper.

She shook her head disapprovingly, "Naruto-kun, I know what you're thinking and cannot possibly do that now-"

"Shh."

He beckoned her over with one finger.

"Come, wife," Naruto commanded, not wasting any time.

He signaled for his wife to come closer with a mere gesture and command. And he observed in satisfaction as Hinata emitted a groan but obediently rose from her throne chair, her purple dress transitioning from a stationary state to a graceful flutter around her legs as she stood.

She extended her hand to retrieve her crown, turning to carefully place it on her throne chair, ensuring no harm would befall it.

The midnight-haired woman turned back, shaking her head, "Oh Naruto-kun, what's gotten into you?" She questioned as she walked over.

"Aroused? At a time like this?" She gently chastised him, her voice a soft reprimand, "Can't it wait until we get back to our private chambers? We should focus on the portrait session. It's an important event for our reign-"

"Shh, my love." Naruto hushed her again, placing a finger over his lips.

Instead, he nodded his head downward, "No more talking."

Leaning back in his throne chair, he opened his legs wide, inviting her to witness the full bulge of his erection in his slacks.

"Kneel." He only commanded, desiring to see her fully, to witness her in a way only he could.

It was at that moment it seemed as if a switch had been flipped in Hinata's mind.

With that simple command from her husband, it felt like Hinata's body was no longer her own, a vessel now bound to his desires.

Despite all the reservations and internal disagreements, Hinata found herself compelled to heed her husband's order, a silent surrender that permeated every inch of her being.

Hinata obediently complied, lowering herself to kneel before Naruto, directly in between his spread legs.

She kept her eyes fixed on him throughout her descent to the floor, her lavender eyes filled with a mix of surprise and affection as they met his hazy blue eyes, glazed with arousal.

The purple fabric of her dress sprawled elegantly around her as she kneeled, creating a luxurious contrast with the crisp floor.

From her lowered position, Naruto, seated in his regal throne chair, chest rose, legs wide, and his chin now resting on his propped arm exuded the aura of the emperor that he embodied, appearing like a giant peering down at his petite lover.

Hinata's legs were neatly tucked underneath her bottom as she knelt, ready to do what she was told.

She looked up at Naruto from below, the great contrast in their heights becoming pronounced due to her kneeled position.

Hinata's cheeks darkened, a fierce red.

The dark-haired empress tried to conceal the arousal that was starting to stir within her, but it was undeniable.

As she gazed up at her husband, the power dynamic between them became palpable.

Her submission to his command heightened the intimate spark between them, and she struggled to hide the growing excitement within her.

Hinata swallowed, her eyes shifting down ever so often to the bulging monster that was now within her line of sight.

She released a shuddering breath, "Tell me, what is the matter, Naruto-kun? Why are you-"

"Oh, don't play coy, wife. You and I both know what is the matter." Naruto intervened with a click of his tongue, "What I have come to want." He added.

The blonde emperor tilted his head, admiring his wife in the kneeled position below him.

Naruto, his excitement palpable, couldn't help but smirk, "I needed a break from all the formalities," His expression turned dull, waving his hand, "from all the doo dah, and the hullabaloo."

He huffed, his smirk slowly returning, "Yes now, I want to enjoy the view I've been denied."

Hinata, flushed red, couldn't suppress a giggle due to her amusing husband.

She raised one hand, gently covering her mouth, "Oh my! Aren't you quite the forward one today, Naruto-kun."

Naruto leaned forward in his throne chair, his gaze fixed on Hinata, his majestic cape fluttering with each deliberate movement.

"Can you blame me?" He remarked, "You look stunning, as always, all dressed up, dolled in your cutesy dress."

His words prompted Hinata to shift her gaze downward to the elegant purple dress adorning her, cascading down her figure, embracing her physique and offering a glimpse of cleavage.

She bit her lip.

Leaning in closer, Naruto lowered his voice, as if the two weren't alone.

"Ever since I first laid eyes on you in it, I've been wanting to tear it off your body, bend you over my throne chair, and fill you up," He admitted, exhaling through his teeth.

Hinata's breath hitched, her womanhood blooming awake, tingling within her undergarments.

Her body, held suspended by his mere presence, remained motionless as her husband's gaze wandered appreciatively across her rising chest and the entirety of her form.

Naruto traced the concealed curves of Hinata's figure, a masterpiece he couldn't get enough of. The fabric embraced every contour, testifying to the familiarity and allure that captivated him.

Although Hinata's body remained concealed beneath her dress, to Naruto, it was as if he could see right through, mapping every curve and structure of her.

His gaze, carrying the memory of her body stripped bare time and time again, traversed her form like a well-worn map. Each hidden spot, a realm unraveling her control, was etched in his memory like the sacred landscapes of his kingdom.

Hinata's body was a cherished territory, mirroring the intricate knowledge he held, an unwavering awareness never forgotten.

Naruto reached out to her, and with a gentle touch, his fingers traced along the delicate arch of her chin, where the callousness of his skin met the soft, velvety feel of hers.

Gently cupping her chin, he ensured her gaze remained locked onto his own.

"I can't resist you, Hinata-chan."

Hinata, holding back the impulse to shatter into a million pieces, resisting the love juices that flowed into her undergarments, soaking them, let forth a smile.

She lifted her head slightly in her husband's grasp, gently biting down on her lower lip.

"W-Well, I suppose I can't blame you for being captivated by your Empress."

Naruto's grin widened, "Heh, captivated is an understatement, darling."

He raced his thumb across her glossed lips, some of the gloss brushing off onto his thumb, "I want you, Hinata-chan. I want you now," He whispered, the urgency evident in his tone.

"N-Naruto-kun..." Hinata breathed.

He gestured toward his pants, mischief gleaming in his eyes, "I can't hold back anymore. It'll be quick." Naruto offered desperately.

"Besides, we don't have to go all the way. You can work your magic with that mouth of yours, can't you?" He proposed with a wiggle of his blonde eyebrows, a sight that left Hinata feeling captive to embarrassment.

Hinata knew what Naruto was getting at.

He was hinting at the foreplay that they had engaged in many times before, something Hinata was not only familiar with but exceptionally skilled at–one of the numerous hidden talents someone of her refined stature harbored.

Whether one believes it or not.

Naruto sported a smirk, observing the blood rushing beneath Hinata's face, turning her redder and redder, resembling a cherry tart.

The sight confirmed that she understood precisely what he desired.

Naruto nodded down at her dress, "I promise not to get that dress of yours sullied, nor your face."

The blonde emperor snickered, "I promise."

Hinata released a shaky breath, her restraint slowly but surely slipping from her fingers at the sight of the yearning in her husband's eyes and the longing in his voice.

Hinata knew what she must do.

She understood her role when Naruto was like this; it was her duty as his empress, his wife to fulfill his desires, satisfy the itch in his groin, to surrender her body to him whenever he pleased, whenever he commanded, regardless of the reason or the prevailing circumstances.

If he wants a child, she shall give him one.

If he wants sex, she shall give him that.

If he wants to use her mouth, she shall allow him.

Hinata knew that and was fairly pleased with it.

Thus, she could no longer deny him.

Her head nodded, her short hair swaying in response, "Al-Alright." She whispered, giving in.

Her compliance swiftly garnered her a kiss on the lips, a reward that elicited a cheerful giggle from her.

"Good girl."

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