Hinata’s Mothers Day Present
Kawaki x Hinata
TW: Slight Dub-Con
Late Mother's Day Story
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Kawaki had been living at Naruto's for a couple of weeks now, his presence a stark contrast to the warmth of the household. Despite the lingering chill in his demeanor, there was a subtle thawing as he found himself drawn to the quiet kindness of Hinata. She moved about the house with a grace that seemed to soften the edges of his guarded heart, her gentle words and gestures slowly chiseling away at the walls he had built around himself.
In the evenings, as they shared meals around the table, Kawaki found himself opening up in ways he never imagined. Hinata's unwavering patience and understanding created a space where he felt safe to lower his defenses, to let down the armor he had worn for so long. Naruto watched with a mixture of pride and relief as his son and this troubled boy began to form a bond, the echoes of their shared pasts weaving a fragile but resilient thread between them.
However, as Kawaki formed a relationship with Hinata akin to that of a son, he couldn't deny the growing awareness of her beauty. It was an observation that danced at the periphery of his thoughts, an unspoken acknowledgment that lingered in the corners of his mind. He found himself stealing glances when he thought no one was looking, marveling at the grace with which she moved, the kindness that seemed to radiate from her very being.
It was a realization that both intrigued and unsettled him, stirring emotions he had long buried beneath layers of resentment and anger. He grappled with the conflicting currents of admiration and guilt, unsure of how to navigate this newfound terrain. And as he struggled to reconcile these conflicting feelings, he couldn't help but wonder if Hinata sensed the silent turmoil that churned beneath the surface, if she saw through the facade he had carefully constructed.
Just recently, Kawaki had experienced a moment that shattered the fragile equilibrium he had carefully maintained. In a simple twist of fate, he had inadvertently walked in on Hinata, unaware of her presence in the bathroom. The sight that greeted him was enough to stop him in his tracks, his gaze drawn inexorably to the breathtaking sight of her exposed form, her ample breasts a mesmerizing tableau against the backdrop of the steam-filled room.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still as he grappled with a whirlwind of emotions. Shock, desire, and a profound sense of guilt collided within him, each vying for dominance in the tumultuous landscape of his mind. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he stumbled over his words, the image burned into his memory with a searing intensity that refused to fade. And as he struggled to make sense of the tangled mess of thoughts and feelings that consumed him, he couldn't help but wonder if this accidental intrusion had irreparably altered the delicate balance of their burgeoning relationship.
He had done his best to apologize to Hinata, the weight of his embarrassment heavy in the air as he stumbled over his words. Yet, to his surprise, she met his apology with a gentle smile, her forgiveness a balm to his wounded pride. In that moment, she once again demonstrated the boundless depth of her kindness and compassion, her loving nature shining through the awkwardness of the situation.
As they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of understanding, Kawaki felt a sense of gratitude wash over him. Despite his misstep, Hinata's unwavering acceptance offered him a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in the darkness that had threatened to engulf him. And as he thanked her, the weight of his guilt began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of admiration for the woman who had shown him nothing but warmth and understanding since the day he had arrived at Naruto's doorstep.
However, even as his guilt began to dissipate, the memory of that moment remained etched in Kawaki's mind like a vivid painting, each detail as sharp and clear as if it had just unfolded before him. The image of Hinata's heaving chest, her gasp of shock echoing in his ears, lingered like an unbidden specter, haunting his thoughts in moments of quiet reflection.
Try as he might to push the memory aside, to bury it beneath layers of distraction and denial, the longing he felt gnawed at him with a relentless persistence. In the quiet solitude of his own thoughts, he found himself yearning for a closeness that seemed just out of reach, a desire that whispered seductively in the recesses of his mind. And as he wrestled with the turmoil of his own emotions, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel her soft skin beneath his fingertips, to lose himself in the warmth of her embrace. It was a forbidden fantasy, a temptation he knew he should resist, yet the allure of the forbidden only served to fuel the flames of his desire.
Although Hinata was like a mother figure to him, Kawaki couldn't deny the turbulent undercurrent of desire that stirred within him. In the quiet of the night, his dreams became a battleground where the boundaries between love and lust blurred into a tangled web of longing and temptation. Images of their bodies entwined in a dance of passion filled his mind, igniting a fire that burned with a fierce intensity.
With each passing day, his glances lingered a little longer, his admiration for her curvaceous form transforming into something more primal, more consuming. What had begun as innocent admiration had blossomed into an undeniable attraction, a magnetic pull that drew him ever closer to the edge of reason. And as he found himself lost in the depths of his own desire, Kawaki couldn't help but wonder if he was doomed to be consumed by the flames of his own making, or if he would find the strength to resist the siren song of temptation that threatened to engulf him.
He craved her so much, but Kawaki felt the weight of impossibility bearing down on him like a heavy burden. How could he ever make those forbidden dreams a reality? The walls he had built around his heart seemed to grow taller with each passing day, a fortress of isolation that kept him locked away from the possibility of true intimacy. And yet, even in the depths of his despair, a glimmer of hope flickered to life within him.
As he pondered his predicament, Kawaki's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the mention of Mother's Day by Boruto. He listened as his friend excitedly discussed various presents he could buy for his own mother, a pang of longing tugging at Kawaki's heart. It was a stark reminder of the divide between them, a reminder of the love and warmth that seemed just out of reach.
As the lightbulb of inspiration flickered to life in his mind, Kawaki's thoughts drifted to the unexpected discovery he had made in Naruto's office – the stash of dirty magazines tucked away in a hidden drawer. In those glossy pages, he had glimpsed a world of forbidden pleasures, a world where desire knew no bounds and inhibitions were cast aside. And as he considered the possibility of giving such a gift to Hinata, a surge of anticipation coursed through him.
In those images, he saw a fleeting glimpse of the happiness he so desperately craved, a tantalizing promise of fulfillment that beckoned to him like a siren's call. Perhaps, he thought to himself, this could be his way of showing Hinata how much she meant to him, his way of expressing the depth of his desire in a language that transcended words. And with a newfound sense of purpose, Kawaki set out to procure the perfect present, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Little did he know the storm of consequences his decision would unleash, the ripple effects of his actions reaching far beyond the confines of his own desires. But for now, in the throes of youthful recklessness, all he could think about was the possibility of bringing a smile to Hinata's face, of showing her just how much she meant to him in a way that words could never express.
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Mother's Day had arrived, casting a soft glow of anticipation over the household. With Naruto and Boruto off on a mission, Kawaki and Hinata found themselves alone in the quiet stillness of the morning. And as Kawaki approached Hinata, a nervous energy thrumming beneath his skin, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with apprehension.
"Mornin', Hinata," he greeted, his voice betraying none of the turmoil raging within him. "I've got a little somethin' for you, but you'll have to trust me and put this blindfold on."
Hinata's brow furrowed in confusion, but she offered a tentative smile as she complied with his request, the soft fabric of the blindfold enveloping her sight in darkness. A sense of unease fluttered in the pit of her stomach, but she pushed it aside, trusting in Kawaki's intentions as she allowed him to guide her with gentle hands.
As they ascended the stairs and made their way towards her and Naruto's bedroom, Hinata's heart quickened with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Despite her familiarity with the layout of her home, she couldn't help but wonder what Kawaki had planned, her trust in him overriding any lingering doubts.
With each step, she felt the tension in the air thicken, the silence between them pregnant with unspoken questions. And yet, as they reached the threshold of the bedroom, Hinata made a conscious decision to set aside her concerns, choosing instead to focus on the bond she shared with Kawaki, on the connection that had slowly blossomed between them over the past weeks.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she awaited Kawaki's next move, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she braced herself for whatever surprise he had in store.
"Hinata, go ahead and get on your knees," Kawaki instructed gently, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.
Hinata hesitated for a moment, the request catching her off guard, but she trusted Kawaki and complied without protest. "Alright, Kawaki," she replied, her voice soft but steady as she knelt down on the floor.
With her senses obscured by the blindfold, every sound and sensation seemed magnified, the air around her crackling with anticipation. Yet, despite the uncertainty that lingered in the back of her mind, she couldn't shake the feeling that Kawaki had something truly special planned for her. And so, with a sense of quiet resolve, she waited patiently for whatever surprise awaited her.
As Hinata knelt there in the dimly lit room, she felt the familiar urge to rely on her Byakugan to pierce through the darkness and uncover Kawaki's intentions. Yet, she resisted the temptation, knowing that such an action would betray the trust they had built between them. Instead, she chose to place her faith in Kawaki, to believe in the goodness of his heart despite the uncertainty that gnawed at her from within.
As the tension in the room thickened, Hinata's heart began to race with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She anticipated Kawaki's next command, assuming it would be to finally remove the blindfold. However, her expectations were shattered when she sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle change that sent a shiver down her spine.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the weight of Kawaki's presence looming over her, his next move unfolding with a sense of inevitability. And as she heard the telltale rustle of clothing, a surge of heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized what he had done.
With a mixture of shock and disbelief, Hinata felt her pulse quicken. Kawaki stood there, his lower half exposed, his massive co*ck hanging heavy between his legs, a silent invitation that hung in the air between them like a forbidden fruit, ripe for the taking.
Hinata's breath hitched as she felt Kawaki's presence drawing closer, the air thick with anticipation. Despite her resolve to keep the blindfold on, she couldn't suppress the flicker of curiosity that burned within her. "Kawaki, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He responded with a simple yet enigmatic answer, his words sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. "Giving you my present," he said, his voice heavy with meaning.
Hinata's heart pounded in her chest as she felt the tantalizing brush of his co*ck against her lips, a silent plea for entry that sent a rush of heat pooling between her thighs. With trembling hands, she reached out to grasp him, the weight of his desire pressing against her lips like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
Hinata's breath caught in her throat as Kawaki's response hung in the air, his words a stark reminder of the tangled web of emotions that bound them together. "What do you think you're doing?" she gasped, her voice betraying a mixture of confusion and desire
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Kawaki's response was immediate, his words dripping with a raw intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Paying you back for all your kindness, Hinata," he said, his voice low and husky with desire.
Hinata's words caught in her throat as Kawaki's actions spoke louder than any protest she could muster. Before she could react, she felt the head of his co*ck pressing against her lips, and in a swift motion, he parted them, his determination evident in the forcefulness of his actions.
Caught off guard by his assertiveness, Hinata gasped in surprise as she felt him pushing inside, his co*ck filling her mouth with an unexpected intensity. Despite her initial resistance, she found herself powerless to resist the overwhelming surge of sensation that engulfed her, her body responding instinctively to the primal rhythm of their dance.
As he revelled in the softness that surrounded his co*ck, Hinata surrendered to the moment, her mind awash with a heady mixture of pleasure and confusion. In that fleeting instant, the boundaries between them blurred, giving way to a primal desire that threatened to consume them both in its fiery embrace.
With each thrust, Kawaki's movements grew more urgent, the rhythm of his hips driving him deeper into Hinata's mouth with a relentless determination. The room filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths, mingling with the wet, slick noises of his co*ck sliding in and out of her mouth. Hinata's protests were muffled by the intrusion, her attempts to push him away met with little success against the force of his desire.
Occasionally, Kawaki would pull back, withdrawing from her mouth to catch his breath, only to plunge back in with renewed fervor. Each time he retreated, Hinata's muffled protests grew louder, her attempts to speak lost in the throes of their tangled embrace. But despite her resistance, there was an undeniable tension in the air, a raw intensity that crackled between them like electricity.
In those moments of reprieve, Hinata's gaze bore into Kawaki's with a mixture of defiance and longing, her eyes pleading for understanding even as her body betrayed her with its own desires. And as they teetered on the edge of reason, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of sensation, they both knew that there would be no turning back from the path they had chosen.
With a final, guttural moan, Kawaki withdrew from Hinata's mouth, the wet, slick sound of his co*ck leaving her lips echoing in the room. As he reached up to remove her blindfold, Hinata blinked against the sudden flood of light, her eyes adjusting slowly to the sight before her.
And then, in an instant, the world came into sharp focus, and she found herself staring into the depths of Kawaki's eyes, her gaze drawn inexorably downward to the monstrous co*ck that hung heavy between his legs. It was a sight to behold, the sheer size and girth of it taking her breath away as she took in its full magnitude.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized just how large he truly was, the memory of his co*ck filling her mouth still fresh in her mind. But somehow, seeing it now, fully exposed before her, it seemed even bigger, more imposing than she had ever imagined.
As she struggled to find her voice, Hinata felt a surge of arousal coursing through her veins, her body responding instinctively to the primal allure of his desire. And as she met Kawaki's gaze once more, she knew that there would be no turning back from the path they had chosen, no escaping the magnetic pull of their shared passion.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Kawaki positioned his massive co*ck directly in front of Hinata's face, the sheer size of it causing her eyes to widen in astonishment. As she struggled to take it all in, her gaze became transfixed on the imposing length of his shaft, her eyes crossing slightly as she tried to focus on its enormity.
A low chuckle escaped Kawaki's lips as he watched her reaction, his own arousal growing with each passing moment. He relished in the power he held over her, in the way she was rendered speechless by the sheer magnitude of his desire. And as he stood there, his co*ck throbbing with need, he knew that he had her completely at his mercy.
With a teasing smirk, Kawaki gently traced the tip of his co*ck against Hinata's flushed cheeks, reveling in the way her breath hitched at the intimate contact. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air between them. And as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers, he knew that they were both teetering on the edge of something dangerous and intoxicating.
"Hinata," Kawaki's voice was a desperate plea, filled with a raw intensity that mirrored the tumultuous storm raging within him. "Please, let me give you my present."
Hinata's gaze flickered up to meet his, her eyes clouded with uncertainty and desire. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, his proximity sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through her veins.
"Kawaki," she whispered, her voice barely above a breathless murmur. "I... I don't know if I can..."
But even as she hesitated, the primal urge to surrender to him, to allow herself to be consumed by the fire of their shared desire, burned fiercely within her. And as she looked into his eyes, she knew that there was no turning back from the path they had chosen, no escaping the inevitable collision of their passions.
With a trembling hand, Hinata reached out to touch him, her fingers tracing the length of his co*ck with a mixture of awe and longing. And as she felt the weight of his desire pressing against her, she made a silent vow to herself: to surrender to the overwhelming tide of sensation that threatened to engulf them both, to allow herself to be swept away by the raw intensity of their shared passion.
Hinata's gaze held a mixture of determination and vulnerability as she locked eyes with Kawaki, her voice soft but resolute. "Just this one time," she whispered, her words carrying the weight of their unspoken desires. "Just a blowj*b."
Kawaki's heart pounded in his chest as he registered her words, a surge of emotion washing over him at her willingness to meet him halfway. He nodded, his throat tight with emotion as he struggled to find the words to express the depth of his gratitude.
"Thank you, Hinata," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "I promise, I'll make it worth your while."
With a shared understanding and a silent agreement, Hinata's hands moved with a practiced ease, stroking Kawaki's co*ck with a gentle yet determined touch. She guided him towards her waiting lips, her mouth parting in anticipation as she prepared to fulfill her end of the bargain.
Kawaki's breath caught in his throat as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping him, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his veins. With each stroke of her tongue and every flicker of her lips, he felt himself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, his desire threatening to consume him completely.
As Hinata worked her magic, her mouth moving with a skill and precision that left him gasping for breath, Kawaki surrendered to the overwhelming tide of sensation that washed over him. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, lost in the dizzying whirlwind of their shared passion.
As Hinata continued to suck Kawaki's dick, she moved with a delicate balance of fervor and restraint, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to elicit every gasp and moan from him. With each languid stroke and gentle suck, she explored every inch of his length, savoring the taste and texture of him against her tongue.
Kawaki's hands instinctively found their way into Hinata's hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands as he guided her movements with a gentle yet firm touch. He couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him, the way Hinata's lips wrapped around him with such precision and skill, her eyes closed in concentration as she lost herself in the rhythm of their shared desire.
As Hinata's mouth worked its magic, Kawaki felt himself teetering on the edge of release, the tantalizing sensation pushing him closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. With each passing moment, the pleasure intensified, building to a crescendo that threatened to consume him completely.
As Kawaki reached the peak of his ecstasy, he felt the overwhelming surge of release coursing through him like wildfire. With a guttural groan, he came hard, his essence spilling into Hinata's waiting mouth in a torrent of pleasure. Hinata eagerly swallowed every drop, her mouth working to milk him dry as she savored the taste of him on her tongue.
But even as he emptied himself into her mouth, Kawaki's release showed no signs of abating. With a primal roar, he pulled out abruptly, his co*ck pulsating with the force of his climax as he unleashed a torrent of cum that splattered across Hinata's face and clothes.
Hinata gasped in surprise as she felt the warm, sticky fluid coating her skin, the sheer intensity of his release leaving her breathless. She blinked against the sudden onslaught, her face flushed with a mixture of arousal and astonishment as she took in the sight before her.
Kawaki watched with a mixture of satisfaction and awe as his cum painted Hinata's face in a glistening sheen, her flushed cheeks and parted lips a testament to the passion they had shared. In that moment, as they both basked in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy, they knew that they had crossed a line from which there was no return.
As the last remnants of his climax faded into the air, Hinata found herself blinking in disbelief, her face and clothes adorned with the evidence of Kawaki's release. While a part of her couldn't deny the thrill of their shared passion, another part couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the mess he had made.
"Kawaki," she began, her voice tinged with exasperation as she wiped a stray droplet of cum from her cheek. "Did you really have to... make such a mess?"
Kawaki's expression softened as he looked at her, a hint of sheepishness in his eyes. "Sorry, Hinata," he muttered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I guess I got carried away..."
Despite her annoyance, Hinata couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him as she looked into his eyes. With a sigh, she reached out to him, her fingers brushing against his cheek in a gesture of forgiveness.
"It's okay, Kawaki," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Just... maybe try to aim better next time?"
Kawaki's brow furrowed in confusion as he registered Hinata's words, a pang of disappointment tugging at his heart. "Next time?" he echoed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Hinata's face flushed with embarrassment as she realized her slip of the tongue, her cheeks burning with shame. How could she have let such a phrase slip out in the heat of the moment? With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knew that she needed to set things straight.
"Kawaki, I'm sorry," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I didn't mean to imply... I mean, this was just a one-time thing."
The words hung heavy in the air between them, a silent reminder of the boundaries they had crossed and the consequences they now faced. And as she watched the hurt flicker in Kawaki's eyes, Hinata knew that she had to be strong, for both of their sakes.
"Please, Kawaki," she continued, her voice soft but firm. "I think it's best if you leave the room now."
As Kawaki left the room, a wide grin spread across his face, his heart soaring with a sense of euphoria that he couldn't quite explain. Despite the lingering sting of rejection, he couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them, a connection forged in the heat of their shared passion that transcended words.
Meanwhile, Hinata sat in the room, her face still flushed with embarrassment as she replayed the events of the past moments in her mind. How could she have let something like that happen? It was a question that echoed in the recesses of her thoughts, a nagging doubt that gnawed at her with relentless persistence.
But amidst the turmoil of her emotions, one thing remained crystal clear: the sheer size of Kawaki's co*ck. Try as she might to push the memory aside, to bury it beneath layers of denial and self-reproach, the image lingered in her mind like a stubborn ghost, haunting her with its undeniable presence.
With a heavy sigh, Hinata buried her face in her hands, wishing she could just forget the whole thing. Why had she agreed to a blowj*b in the first place? It was a question she couldn't answer, a puzzle with no solution. And as she sat there in the silence of the room, she knew that she would carry the weight of that decision with her for a long time to come.
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To be continued!
Sorry for the lack of stories as of late, just been working on commissions and really haven't felt like writing. Anyways might start posting Patreon Exclusive Stories if anyone would be interested in that. Would include like polls for stories and such. Pry would be specific pairings that folks might want to see. Comment if that would interest you, I will post the link of my Patreon in the next story if that's the case.
