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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊! (𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻)

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡On their honeymoon night, newlyweds Naruto and Hinata Uzumaki indulge in a night of passion, love, and deep intimacy at a luxurious love hotel—a place they had always dreamed of visiting together.

What begins as a night of pleasure quickly turns into something much more—a physical and emotional awakening, a celebration of their love, and the first of many nights as husband and wife.

Content Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Affectionate Sex • Anniversary Celebration • Body Worship • Bridal Lingerie • Candlelit Romance • Couple Goals •Clit Play • Cunnilingus • Dirty Talk • Domestic Bliss • Erotic Romance • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fingering • First Night as Newlyweds • Fluff & Smut • Foreplay • Frottage • Honeymoon • Husband Appreciation • Honeymoon•Husband/Wife • Intimacy • Lingerie • Loss of Control • Love Hotel • Love Making • Marathon Sex • Multiple Orgasms • Newlyweds Bliss • Oral Sex • Overstimulation • Panties • Passionate Sex • Pillow Talk • Power Play • Praise Kink • Sensory Overload • Sixe Difference Kink • Soft Dom!Naruto • Strip Tease • Sub!Hinata • Sweet & Spicy • Tooth-Rotting Fluff • Vaginal Sex • Wedding Anniversary Special • Wholesome • Wife Appreciation • Voice Kink • 2025.

✨March 22, 2025✨

Overall Word Count˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚12.7K

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"Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki!"

"Arigatou gozaimasu!"

Those words.

Naruto and Hinata had spoken those words countless times throughout their wedding day—again and again, from morning until night, to smiling faces, to cheering guests, to loved ones beaming with joy.

They bowed deeply, thanking every well-wisher, every elder, every dear friend who had come to witness the moment they had waited for their entire lives.

And yet—no matter how many times they heard it. Congratulations!

No matter how many times they said it. Thank you!

It never lost its magic.

Never dulled.

Never stopped feeling surreal.

It was like a dream they never wanted to wake up from. Like something too beautiful, too perfect, too vast to fit inside a single day.

They were married.

Finally, undeniably, irrevocably bound to one another.

Tied together by fate, by love, by the very vows they had exchanged beneath the sky.

Today and always.

Even now, with the wedding behind them and their honeymoon finally in full swing, their hands remained locked together, fingers tightly intertwined—just as they had been hours ago—

Standing beneath the altar.

Exchanging the very wedding bands that now shimmered on their fingers.

The wedding ceremony had been long, yet it unfolded so gracefully, so beautifully, stretching through the day in a haze of indescribable emotions—and neither of them would have had it any other way.

Every moment had been perfect.

From the slow, breathtaking walk to the altar—where, for the first time all day, their eyes truly met, seeing each other not just as Hinata and Naruto, but as bride and groom…

…as two souls about to become one.

To their wedding vows—spoken in trembling voices, with blushing cheeks and teary eyes, each word drawn not just from the heart, but from the very depths of their souls.

To the way their hands trembled as they slipped their wedding bands onto each other's fingers, to the thunderous applause and joyful cheers that erupted the moment their lips finally met in their first kiss as husband and wife.

They could still remember it vividly. The way it felt.

Deep.

Warm.

All-consuming.

Where the rest of the world faded into nothing, where time itself seemed to pause, where there was no one else, nothing else—only them.

And then finally—

The reception.

An evening overflowing with joy and laughter, surrounded by their dearest friends and family. An evening where cups upon cups of sake were poured and savored, where glasses clinked high in the air, voices lifting in heartfelt toasts, and embarrassing stories spilled freely.

Much to Naruto and Hinata's dismay.

They ate and ate until their bellies were full, danced until their legs could barely hold them up, and laughed until their tummies ached, tears glistening at the corners of their eyes.—

Until breathlessness became bliss.

Until they were lost in the magic of the night, carried away until the stars shone high above them.

Yes.

Every moment had been exactly as they had imagined.

Exactly as they had wanted.

A perfect day.

A perfect beginning to their forever.

And now, with nightfall upon them, it was time to unwind.

To indulge.

To finally enjoy a night that belonged to no one else but them.

A sleek gold key slid smoothly across the counter, the soft scrape of metal against polished wood filling the space between them. It came to a halt just inches from where Naruto and Hinata stood, catching the warm, rose-tinted glow of the lights above.

Their gazes dropped.

There, resting against the polished counter, was their hotel key, and dangling from it, a small, heart-shaped keychain—a detail so charming, so deceptively innocent, it almost felt out of place.

Naruto chuckled, "Heh, cute."

He cast a sideways glance down at his wife, his grin widening at the sight of her flushed cheeks, the way her lavender eyes lingered on the key on the counter—though her expression told a different story.

Because while the key itself may have seemed sweet and cutesy—

The place it led to?

Not so much.

The engraving on the key glinted under the low, intimate lighting, the delicate letters etched into its surface reflecting back at them—

"Suite 707."

"Your room has been set up exactly as requested," the hotel receptionist chirped, the words flowing effortlessly from her lips—as if she'd recited those words a thousand times before.

She was young, poised, with red lips painted into a welcoming smile and chestnut-brown hair pulled into a high, sleek bun, not a single strand out of place.

Her blouse hugged her curves, emphasizing a rather generous bust, and the way she leaned forward just slightly, elbows resting delicately on the counter, told them everything they needed to know.

She was eager for her job.

Perhaps, a little too eager.

From the moment Naruto and Hinata stepped inside, from the second her gaze landed on their glistening wedding bands, her demeanor had been rather…playful.

Naruto sensed it—the way her eyes lingered, watching them just a little too closely.

Like she had seen hundreds of newlyweds before them.

Some shy.

Some bold.

Some still caught in the daze of saying "I do."

But something about Naruto and Hinata amused her more than the rest.

Maybe it was the way Naruto's grip on Hinata's hand never wavered, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over her knuckles—gentle, yet possessive.

Or maybe it was the way Hinata's cheeks flushed so easily, her lavender eyes flickering with something soft, unsure—yet undeniably excited.

Maybe it was the eagerness thrumming between them.

The quiet thrill of their first night as husband and wife.

Or maybe, it was simply the fact that they had been waiting for this moment for so long—waiting to come here.

They had talked about this place for years, wondered what it would be like, joked about making the trip one day.

And now, as husband and wife—they were finally here.

The Secret Garden.

A love hotel.

A five-star one, too.

It was a hidden oasis, tucked away in the southernmost reaches of Kyushu, Japan—where the air was constantly warm, the nights stretched long, and the sea breeze carried the kind of temptation that lingered like the burn of good sake.

This was no ordinary hotel.

Wasn't for hurried travelers, tired businessmen, or even families on vacation.

No.

This place was built solely for lovers.

A place where intimacy thrived behind closed doors.

Where secrecy was expected.

Where pleasure was promised.

Where desire was indulged.

A retreat for couples who wanted to disappear, to exist in a world of their own making—if only for a little while.

And just stepping into the reception area promised exactly that.

Soft, ambient lighting glowed from rose-gold chandeliers. The walls were draped in deep red velvet, the fabric rich and indulgent, meeting plush, matching cushions that lined the elegant chairs in the seating area.

Beneath their feet, the marble floor gleamed, smooth and cool—a striking contrast to the warmth that pulsed through the air, creeping into their cheeks, blooming deep within their chests.

Flowers were everywhere.

Makes sense, given the love hotel's name.

Many were arranged in elegant vases, others draped along the walls, cascading in lush, flowing garlands. Some were even woven into a breathtaking petal arch, framing the grand entrance to the lobby.

Their fragrance filled almost every corner of the building—so fresh, so sweet, so intoxicating.

And if that wasn't enough—there were other scents, too.

Subtle hints of rosewood and vanilla.

Not overwhelming, but just enough.

Enough to latch onto the senses.

Enough to sink beneath the skin.

Enough to warm the chest and make the eyes feel just a little heavier, a little hazier.

Like…an aphrodisiac.

Here and there, the walls were adorned with intimate artwork—portraits of lovers entwined, their bodies bare, sculpted in soft, artistic depictions of passion.

It was beautiful.

It was sensual.

It was exactly the kind of place Naruto and Hinata had always wanted to visit.

And for the next few weeks—it was all theirs.

"I truly hope you two enjoy your stay." The receptionist’s voice rose once more, her nails drumming lightly against the desk—a soft, rhythmic click, click, click.

"And if you need anything—" She paused, her red lips curling with amusement, "Anything at all—just dial zero."

Hinata's cheeks burned, her blush deepening, turning her as red as a ripe tomato. Heat crawled up her neck, spreading like fire throughout her entire body.

She couldn't shake it.

The jittery excitement.

The nervous, overwhelming anticipation sat buried deep in her chest, its grip tightening, coiling deeper with every thought, every breath, every passing second.

It's finally happened.

She was finally a wife.

Newly married.

Still adorned with the soft flush of her wedding makeup, her midnight-blue hair cascading in elegant waves down her back, crowned by a delicate headband woven with white camellias, baby's breath, and soft pink forget-me-nots—a floral arrangement as gentle and precious, as she was.

Her wedding gown was gone, exchanged for something lighter, more comfortable—a simple white sundress, one that still carried the grace, the beauty, and the full essence of a bride.

Finally, married.

Married to the man of her dreams.

It didn't feel real.

But it was real.

Hinata felt like freaking out.

Like fainting.

Like crying, laughing, or maybe spinning in circles and screaming at the top of her lungs, declaring to the entire world just how unbelievably happy she was.

But even that—even all of that—wouldn't come close to capturing the depth of what she felt.

Kami.

On second thought… she just might faint.

But just as her world threatened to slip away into darkness, a gentle squeeze to her hand pulled her back, keeping her grounded for the one last second she needed.

"You okay, Hina?"

She blinked, her thoughts still struggling to catch up to reality.

Her gaze snapped up to Naruto's.

Somewhere along the way, he had already finished up with the receptionist, their adorably themed room key now dangling between his fingers.

She nodded, still breathless.

"Yeah… it's just surreal." She acknowledged in total disbelief, "We talked about this for so long, always saying we'd come here someday, and now…"

"We're finally here," Naruto murmured, finishing the thought for her, "About to treat ourselves."

He leaned in, his warmth sinking deep, lips grazing her ear as his voice dropped—low, rough, just how she liked.

"All night long."

A slow, delicious heat coiled deep in her stomach, spreading lower, settling right between her thighs.

She knew exactly what that meant.

Hinata barely had a second to process before strong hands wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly off her feet.

A startled giggle spilled from her lips.

Her body crashed against Naruto's solid chest, her legs tucked securely in his muscular arms, cradled bridal style.

Hinata barely had time to loop her arms around his neck before he was already on the move, carrying her quickly toward the lobby's elevator.

Behind the desk, the receptionist giggled, watching the newlyweds rush off in their excitement.

"Have fun, you two~!" She called after them, lifting a hand in a playful wave.

But neither of them noticed.

They were lost in their own little world now.

Hinata laughed, breathless, her face pressing into his shoulder, his warmth seeping through the fabric of his suit.

"N-Naruto-kun!" She gasped between breathless giggles, trying to contain the fluttering in her chest.

His grin widened, his hold on her tightening just a little more.

"C'mon, Hina," Naruto scoffed playfully, flashing her a toothy, mischievous grin, "You didn't really think I'd let you use those pretty little legs of yours to walk, did ya?" A deep, rumbling chuckle rolled through his chest, the sound vibrating against her, sinking into her skin.

His fingers flexed teasingly against her thighs, bunching up the soft fabric of her white dress beneath his calloused hands.

"Nah, not a chance." He shook his head, his spiky blonde locks bouncing with the motion, "Not on our honeymoon."

He jostled her playfully in his grip, making her squeal, her laughter spilling out even louder, drawing a few curious glances from nearby guests. Hinata's cheeks burned at the sight, mortification creeping up her neck, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't stop giggling.

"Naruto-kun! P-People are looking!" She whispered embarrassingly, burying her face against his neck, her warm breath fanning over his skin.

Naruto only grinned, completely unfazed, not even sparing the onlookers a second glance.

"Let 'em look, hime."

He leaned in a little closer, his lips brushing dangerously close to her ear.

"All I want you to do," He murmured, his voice low, hot, "is sit back, relax, and let your husband do the honors—"

His smirk deepened, his grip firm and steady as he finally carried her through the open elevator doors.

"Let me take you to our room the right way."

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