The Hokage's office was quiet after midnight.
Only the soft flicker of a single lantern and the distant rumble of thunder over Konoha broke the silence.
Naruto sat behind the massive desk, scrolls forgotten, head tilted back against the chair.
His shirt was half-unbuttoned from the long day—collar open, chest rising and falling with slow, restless breaths.
The Nine-Tails' chakra still simmered low in his veins, a constant hum of heat that hadn't quite cooled since Amegakure.
A soft knock.
Barely audible.
"Come in," he called, voice rougher than usual.
The door slid open just enough for Hinata to slip inside.
She wore a simple lavender yukata tonight—thin, clinging slightly from the light rain she'd walked through.
Her long dark hair was damp at the ends, framing her flushed cheeks.
Byakugan deactivated, but those pale lavender eyes still carried that quiet intensity he'd always felt like a touch.
"H-Hokage-sama… I… I hope I'm not disturbing you."
Naruto's gaze darkened the moment he saw her.
He pushed the chair back slowly, legs spreading just a fraction.
"You're never disturbing me, Hinata."
She closed the door behind her.
The click sounded final.
She approached the desk with small, deliberate steps—hands clasped in front, fingers twisting nervously.
But her eyes… they never left his.
"I couldn't sleep," she whispered. "I kept thinking about… about you. After the war. About how strong you've become. How… how much I've wanted to tell you things. Things I was too shy to say before."
Naruto stood.
The air between them thickened instantly.
He rounded the desk in three strides, stopping close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.
"Then tell me now."
Hinata's breath hitched.
Her hands rose—hesitant at first—then pressed flat against his bare chest, feeling the rapid beat beneath.
"I want… I want to be yours, Naruto-kun."
Her voice trembled, but the words came clear. "Completely. The way I've dreamed about for years."
The Nine-Tails growled in approval, chakra flaring just enough to make the lantern flames dance wildly.
Naruto cupped her face with both hands—gentle, but possessive.
His thumbs brushed her lower lip.
"You sure?" he rasped. "Once we start… I don't know if I can hold back."
Hinata's cheeks burned crimson, but she leaned into his touch.
"I don't want you to hold back."
That was all it took.
He kissed her—slow at first, savoring the soft gasp she made against his mouth.
Then deeper. Hungrier.
His tongue slid against hers, tasting rain and sweetness and years of unspoken longing.
Hinata melted into him, arms wrapping around his neck, pressing her body flush against his.
She could feel how hard he already was—thick and insistent through his pants, grinding lightly against her belly.
A soft whimper escaped her.
Naruto broke the kiss, lips trailing down her jaw, her neck.
He nipped lightly at her pulse point, making her shiver.
"Tell me what you want, Hinata," he murmured against her skin. "I want to hear it."
She swallowed, voice barely above a whisper.
"I want… your hands on me. Everywhere. I want to feel you inside me… claiming me like you did with her."
Naruto froze for half a second—then a feral grin spread across his face.
"You know about Konan?"
Hinata nodded, eyes shining with something bold and new.
"I… I smelled her on you last week. When you came back from Amegakure. It made me… jealous. And excited."
Fuck.
That did it.
He lifted her effortlessly onto the desk—scrolls scattering, forgotten.
Her yukata parted easily under his hands, revealing pale skin, full breasts, and the soft curve of her hips.
No underwear.
Just slick heat already glistening between her thighs.
"You came prepared," he growled, voice thick with lust.
"I… I hoped," she admitted, blushing furiously.
Naruto dropped to his knees between her spread legs.
He hooked her thighs over his shoulders and dove in without hesitation—tongue flat and hot, lapping at her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
Hinata cried out, hands flying to his hair, hips bucking.
"N-Naruto-kun—!"
He ate her like a man starved—sucking, licking, thrusting his tongue inside her while his fingers spread her open wider.
She tasted sweet, addictive, and so damn wet for him.
She came fast—back arching off the desk, thighs clamping around his head, a broken moan tearing from her throat as pleasure crashed through her.
Naruto didn't stop until she was trembling, oversensitive.
Then he rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glowing faintly orange.
He freed himself—thick, veined, dripping—and lined up at her entrance.
"Look at me," he ordered softly.
Hinata's eyes fluttered open, hazy with need.
He pushed in slowly—inch by inch—watching every flicker of pleasure and stretch on her face.
When he bottomed out, buried to the hilt, they both groaned.
"You feel… so perfect," he rasped.
Hinata wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"Move… please…"
He did.
Slow at first—deep, rolling thrusts that made her gasp with every stroke.
Then faster. Harder.
The desk creaked under them, papers sliding to the floor.
Hinata's nails dug into his shoulders, marking him.
Her moans grew louder, unrestrained—sweet little cries of his name.
Naruto leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss as he pounded into her.
"Gonna fill you up," he growled against her lips. "Make you mine."
"Yes—yes, please—!"
He slammed home one last time, coming hard—hot pulses deep inside her while she clenched around him, milking every drop as her second orgasm ripped through her.
They stayed like that—panting, tangled, foreheads pressed together.
Hinata smiled shyly, tracing his whisker marks with trembling fingers.
"I… I love you, Naruto-kun."
He kissed her softly this time—tender.
"I love you too, Hinata.
And this… this is just the start."
Outside, the rain began to fall harder over Konoha.
Somewhere in the distance, the storm whispered of more hearts waiting to be claimed.
**To be continued…**
(Next up: Sakura's turn in the hospital after-hours? Or Tsunade confronting the "new Hokage" energy? 😏)