Boruto X Hanabi Hentai: Steamy Shower Sex
The afternoon sun beat down on the training grounds as Boruto Uzumaki sparred with his aunt, Hanabi Hyuga. She was relentless, her lithe form darting around him with the precision of a seasoned fighter. Sweat glistened on her skin, soaking through her tight training gear, outlining every curve of her toned body. Boruto tried to focus on her moves—her quick jabs and graceful spins—but damn, it was hard not to notice how good she looked.
“Keep up, Boruto!” Hanabi called out, dodging his sloppy punch with a smirk. “You’re moving like a slug today.”
He grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “Maybe I’m just distracted by my hot teacher.”
Hanabi laughed, a sound that sent a little jolt through him. “Flattery won’t save you from a beating, nephew.” She lunged forward, pinning him to the ground in one swift move. Her body pressed against his, her breasts soft against his chest, her breath hot on his face. For a split second, their eyes locked, and Boruto swore he saw something flicker in hers—something more than just a teacher’s stern focus.
She hopped up quickly, offering him a hand. “Not bad, but you’re still too slow,” she teased, her voice a touch huskier than usual.
Boruto took her hand, pulling himself up. “Guess I need more of those private lessons you keep promising.”
Her lips quirked into a sly smile. “Careful what you wish for.”
By the time they finished, they were both drenched in sweat, clothes clinging to their bodies like a second skin. Hanabi stretched, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth stomach, and Boruto had to force himself to look away before she caught him staring again.
“Let’s head back to my place,” she said, grabbing her water bottle. “We’re a mess. You can crash there tonight if you want.”
Boruto nodded, his mind already wandering. “Sounds good to me.”
When they got to Hanabi’s house, the air between them felt thicker, charged with something unspoken. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her hair, still damp with sweat. “I’m hitting the shower. You can go after me unless…” She paused, glancing at him with a playful glint in her eye. “The shower’s big enough for two. We could save time.”
Boruto’s heart skipped a beat. Was she serious? “Together?” he asked, trying to play it cool even as his pulse raced.
Hanabi shrugged, casual as ever. “Why not? We’re both adults. Unless you’re too shy, Boruto.”
He smirked, rising to the challenge. “Me? Shy? Never. Let’s do it.”
She led the way to the bathroom, and Boruto’s stomach flipped as they started undressing. He peeled off his shirt, catching Hanabi’s eyes lingering on his chest for a moment before she turned away to slip out of her own clothes. When her top came off, revealing the swell of her tits, he couldn’t help but stare. Her pants followed, sliding down her long legs, and soon she stood there in nothing but her skin, confident and unbothered.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked, smirking as she stepped into the shower.
Boruto swallowed hard, stripping down to join her. “Can you blame me? You’re gorgeous, Aunt Hanabi.”
She turned on the water, warm streams cascading over them both, and shot him a look over her shoulder.
The shower filled with steam, the heat loosening their muscles as they grabbed soap and started lathering up. At first, they kept to their own sides, but the space wasn’t that big, and their elbows brushed now and then. Boruto watched as soap bubbles slid down Hanabi’s body, clinging to her nipples, tracing the curve of her hips. His dick twitched, and he prayed she wouldn’t notice.
Then she turned to him, holding out the soap. “Hey, can you get my back? I can’t reach.”
“Sure,” he said, voice rougher than he intended. He took the bar and stepped closer, running it over her shoulders, down the dip of her spine. Her skin was silky under his hands, and she let out a soft sigh that went straight to his groin.
“God, that feels good,” she murmured, leaning into his touch.
Emboldened, Boruto let his hands drift lower, soaping the small of her back, then hesitating at her hips. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she arched just a little, and he took it as permission. His hands slid to her ass, kneading the firm flesh, soap making everything slick and slippery.
Hanabi moaned quietly, turning her head to glance at him. “Boruto…”
Their eyes met, and the air crackled. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Dropping the soap, he pulled her close and kissed her, hard and hungry. She kissed him back just as fiercely, her arms looping around his neck, their wet bodies sliding together under the spray.
“Fuck,” he breathed against her lips, hands roaming to cup her tits, thumbs flicking over her hard nipples.
She gasped, reaching down to wrap her fingers around his dick, already rock-hard. “You’re huge,” she whispered, stroking him slow and deliberate.
Boruto groaned, thrusting into her hand. “Hanabi, I want you so bad.”
She grinned, a wicked edge to it, and turned around, pressing her ass against his dick. “Then take me,” she said, voice low and needy. “Right here.”
He didn’t need another invitation. Gripping her hips, he teased her pussy with the tip of his dick, feeling how wet she was—way beyond just the shower. “Please,” she whimpered, pushing back against him.
With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside her, her tight pussy clenching around his dick. She cried out, hands slapping against the glass wall for support as he started to move. The sight of her tits pressed against the glass, soap bubbles streaking down, was straight out of a Boruto X Hanabi Hentai fantasy—raw, forbidden, and hot as hell.
“Fuck, Hanabi, you’re so tight,” he grunted, pounding into her from behind.
“Yes, Boruto—harder!” she begged, her voice echoing off the tiles. “Fuck me like you mean it!”
He slammed into her, the wet slap of their bodies mixing with the shower’s rush. Her ass bounced with every thrust, and he reached around to rub her clit, making her moan louder. The steam, the heat, the way her pussy gripped him—it was pure Naruto Hentai madness, a taboo thrill he couldn’t get enough of.
Hanabi’s breaths grew ragged, her body trembling. “I’m gonna cum—oh fuck, Boruto!” Her pussy spasmed around his dick, her orgasm hitting hard, and the sight of her losing it against the glass pushed him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he came, spilling inside her, groaning her name.
They stood there, panting, water washing away the mess as they caught their breath. Hanabi turned to face him, a lazy, satisfied smile on her lips. “Well, that was… unexpected,” she said, still a little breathless.
Boruto chuckled, running a hand through his wet hair. “Yeah. Best shower I’ve ever had.”
She leaned in, kissing him softly this time, her fingers tracing his chest. “Guess those private lessons paid off.”
As they finished washing up, tender touches replacing the earlier frenzy, Boruto couldn’t shake the feeling that this Hanabi X Boruto Hentai moment was just the start of something wild between them. Whatever it was, he was already hooked.
