capitulo 21

"I think I want to try out roleplay."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Hinata smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling like the pearls they were so often compared to.

She laid sprawled across the couch, her head cocooned safely in his lap. His fingers brushed gently through her blue hair.

"Do you remember when this all started?" Hinata asked him. "How Naruto would sit in his little chair beside the bed and just watch you go to town on me? And how you'd…I…" She flushed, not able to look him in the eye. "I don't want this to come off…wrong…"

She was silent for a moment. Sasuke gazed down at her, honestly somewhat confused.

"What, has the sex gotten worse for you?" he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Hinata chuckled. "Of- of course not," she said. "It's never been better. Just—" She smiled. "Somewhere along the way you started to…um…care about me…?"

He blinked.

"Of course I care about you," Sasuke murmured. "I think we've been a little too much together for me to feel otherwise."

She beamed. "I care about you too, Sasuke," Hinata said. "But those first few weeks…I mean…we'd hardly ever spoken to each other. I wasn't even sure if you knew my name—that maybe I was just Naruto's wife. And in the bedroom, you showed it."

"Showed it how…?"

"I was just a toy in a game between you and Naruto," Hinata said, humming gently. "And honestly it was kind of—hot?" She squeaked the last word.

"You want me to use you as a toy?" Sasuke deadpanned.

"Not for real," Hinata murmured. "Just as…roleplay. You know?"

He scratched the back of his head. "I honestly think you might be misremembering those times," Sasuke told her.

"What do you mean?" it was her turn to say.

"Sure, we didn't know each other very well, but I can't remember treating you like you were a toy," Sasuke said. "Maybe that's how you felt, but I did try to treat you with at least a little dignity. Don't you remember?"

Hinata flushed.

"We- well…even if that's true…can't we just try it out?"

He sighed.

If he was being honest with himself—

I want to say no, Sasuke thought.

Hinata was practically his second wife by this point; she was going to be the mother of his child in just a few months. Sure, he might be a little rough in the bedroom, but that was in the pursuit of her pleasure.

Somehow, the idea of just succumbing to his baseline urges and treating her like nothing more than a toy…it didn't sit right with him.

But as he stared down at her, and saw the flush on her cheeks, and the way her eyes sparkled at the thought of it—

He knew he couldn't say no.

"...yeah…" he said. "We can do it."

"A-are you sure?" she asked, clutching at the front of his shirt.

Sasuke nodded.

She grinned.

"...well…nobody's home," Hinata purred. "How about we take this upstairs?"

"Right this second?"

"Just thinking about it has- has me dripping," she admitted.

Sasuke sighed. "Sure," he said.

He put his arm beneath Hinata's legs, hefting her and himself up in one smooth motion—he stood, her weight not slowing him down even a fraction.

Hinata squeaked. "W-wait!" she said.

He set her down. "What's wrong?"

"I want to put on something nice for you," she said, running a finger down his chest. "Give me…two minutes. I'll call down to you when I'm ready."

"Take as long as you need," Sasuke told her, squeezing her arm affectionately.

Hinata raced up the stairs, leaving him to his own devices.

Sure, he was alone in the Uzumaki home—but by this point, it was practically his home as well. Every single one of it's occupants was his lover by now. He spent just as much time here as he did at his own home.

Still, it was strange being down here by himself. Without Hinata or Himawari or at least Naruko at his side, he felt like a fish out of water.

Sasuke swallowed. How exactly does she want me to act?

Being assertive and dominant came easy to him; having a big dick and being naturally talented at sex certainly made that easier.

Yet there was a difference between dominance and whatever it was Hinata wanted him to do.

Still, he'd agreed to it…

Those hundred and twenty seconds felt like an eternity. As he waited, he swore he could hear a mumbling from upstairs.

At last, though—

"I'm ready~!" 

Hinata's sing-song voice came from upstairs.

His heart thumping in his chest, Sasuke made to join her.

As he walked up the stairs, he thought about how ridiculous his misgivings must seem. What kind of man would pass up a chance to fuck a beautiful woman however he wanted, and to treat her like a plaything? Most men he knew would never pass up that opportunity.

But he couldn't help how he felt.

He reached the top of the stairs. The door to Naruto and Hinata's bedroom had been left open.

The sight that awaited him was a lovely one indeed.

Hinata was beautiful on an ordinary day—but with her pregnancy came all the boons of that. Her tits were plump, her skin glowing and her body craving intimacy…and yet, she wasn't far enough along to show. It was that sweet spot in her nine-month journey, one that Sasuke had been enjoying for months now.

"Hi~" Hinata cooed, clad in black lingerie and deep blue stockings.

Sasuke smiled.

"Did you want a safe word?" he asked.

"Sure," Hinata said. "My safe word is harder."

He let out a little scoff. "I shouldn't have even asked."

"Oh hus- hush," Hinata murmured. She spread her legs, her fingers playing with the front of her obvious dampened panties. "Get over here and fuck me."

Sasuke closed his eyes.

And from there on, he donned a mask.

He wasn't Sasuke anymore.

He was just some guy with a massive cock and a beautiful woman who wanted anything and everything to be done to her.

He flexed his fingers as he approached the bed, Hinata grinning the closer he got.

Then he reached forward, grabbing her by the hair. She yelped—then she moaned as he dragged her off of the bed and down onto the ground.

"Take my cock out," he ordered, still gripping her hair.

Hinata jumped.

Yet with a lustful gaze and salvia dripping from her mouth, she proceeded to claw at his pants and unfasten them with practiced ease.

It flopped out, literally smacking her in the face.

She moaned. "I—"

"Less talking, more sucking," he ordered, cutting her off without even the slightest hint of hesitation.

Again she moaned.

With utter glee, Hinata began to lick and lap at the enormous cock of the man once known as Sasuke. She looked happy, content—and as she took his length into her mouth, he forced her to deepthroat him almost immediately, dragging her head down the length of his shaft.

Even as salvia bubbled and dripped down her chin, she looked up at him with nothing short of complete adoration. Even as she choked, and gagged, and looked so damn helpless with nearly a foot of cock sheathed down her throat.

(Sasuke stared down at her. Is she okay?)

He withdrew.

After a few coughs…Hinata looked up at him, beaming and more horny than ever—albeit clearly light-heaved, wobbling back and forth ever so slightly on her knees.

"Fuck me," she begged, rubbing her face against her cock.

He took a breath.

Then he dragged her to her feet by the hair, Hinata yelping once again. When he bent her over the bed, she wasted no time in jutting her ass out at him—her panties were soaked. The smell of her arousal filled the room.

He yanked her underwear down, the black garment pooling around her ankles.

Hinata moaned as open air brushed against her pussy lips; she was so obscenely horny that her juices quite literally were dribbling down her thighs, creamy and white.

He palmed her ass cheeks, spreading them over. When he pressed his cock against her thigh, she groaned.

"Sasuke~" she cooed.

"You really want to get fucked, don't you?" he said.

"Yeees~"

(Sasuke swallowed a lump in his throat.)

"Too bad I'm stuck with a little slut like you," he said, his cock pressing against her entrance. "Where's Himawari when you need her? Or Hanabi?"

"Mmm…please, Sasuke~" Hinata said, grinding her hips back against him. "You know that neither of them would do half of the things I'd do for you…"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," he murmured. "I broke them just like I broke you—now look at you. Panting and begging for this dick. I ought to give you a rough fucking you'll never forget, shouldn't I?"

"Please~" Hinata whimpered. "I want you to destroy me~"

(It's what she wants; she's begging for it. Just do it.)

He shoved his cock inside of her without further ado.

Two thrusts in and—

"OH GOD~! OH MY GOD YEEES~"

She was already cumming, her walls rippling around his shaft. He groaned, holding her tightly as she spasmed and clawed at the sheets.

When she came down from her high, her body was flush and pink, damp with sweat. Hinata looked back at him, groaning as his cock pulsated.

"That didn't take much, did it?" THWACK! He smacked her ass loud enough to make it ring through the room. "You're such a dirty bitch."

"I'm your dirty bitch."

Hinata grinned.

He thrust into her. Hard.

That grin morphed into an expression of orgasmic pleasure as he started to hammer in and out of her.

"Harder—"

He fucked her harder.

"Deeper—!"

He fucked her deeper.

"Harder, deeper!"

He literally had the equivalent of a lead pipe buried inside of her and she wanted more.

So he amped it up a notch.

He grabbed at her hair, jerking her head back.

She moaned. "Yeees~!"

He smacked her ass with his other hand.

"Oh fuck"

He impaled her with his cock again and again, until she was cumming for a second time on his fat cock. It didn't take long—not with her rabid and frothing at the mouth for him to go faster, harder, deeper.

It must have looked like quite the sight; Hinata getting jerked back by her hair, her ass red with hand prints, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

(Sasuke bit back a grimace.)

He jerked her head back by the hair again, her back arching lewdly; the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Hinata wasn't even moaning anymore; loud, incoherent noises escaped her.

"Cum~ Inside~ Me~" was all that he could make out.

By the time she came for a third time, he was ready.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—"

He buried himself to the hilt inside of her; the tip of his cock scratched against her womb. The same womb where Sasuke's child was growing. He jerked back her head by the hair, slapped her ass for good measure…

Then blew his load as deep inside of her as he possibly could.

"FUUUUUCKK~~!!"

He bucked her hips back against him, her supple ass cheeks clapping back against his thighs all of her own accords. Her knees wobbled and shook…her fingers were clutching the bedsheets so tightly that he was surprised that she hadn't torn them.

Even by his own standards, it was a big load. Despite the fact that he was still buried to the hilt, his cum was already oozing down her thighs—he supposed there just wasn't enough room inside of her for his baby and one of his massive loads.

He pulled out of her, still gripping her hair with one hand.

Without his cock to hold her up, Hinata slumped against the side of the bed, panting.

He leaned close.

(Sasuke took off the mask.)

And he kissed her on the cheek, letting go of her hair.

"How was that?" Sasuke asked her.

She didn't- or rather, couldn't respond for a few moments.

Her chest was heaving and her entire body was pink like Sakura's hair—she was soaked with sweat. Her knees wobbled and shook, his cum oozing down her thighs freely.

"That…that was amazing…" she purred, once she had the energy to speak again. "I was your little fuck toy~"

"...yeah," Sasuke said, smiling. It didn't reach his eyes. "I'm going to go downstairs and make myself a cup of coffee; do you want anything?"

"Just some water," Hinata murmured. "Thank you."

He kissed her once more on the cheek.

As he pulled the door shut behind him, Sasuke tried to ignore the pit in his stomach.

I did not enjoy that, he admitted to himself.

Being dominant was fun—but treating Hinata like she was some kind of toy still just didn't sit right with him.

Yet she'd enjoyed it so much…

He had never seen her that wet. So horny that her entire body had been quivering with anticipation. So eager that it'd only taken two thrusts for her to cum once he'd entered her.

There was already coffee made; he brought a mug of coffee and a cup of water upstairs with him, stewing on his thoughts all the while.

When he entered the room, Hinata was sprawled out on the bed, her chest still heaving.

She sat up, accepting the glass of H2O with a thanks. The former Hyūga drank greedily, finishing off the entire cup in just a few short gulps.

"That really was amazing, by the way," she said, staring up at Sasuke with flushed cheeks. "But…I can tell that your heart really wasn't in it."

He hesitated.

"Yeah. It wasn't," he admitted.

Hinata set the cup down on the nightstand, then pushed her messy, tangled hair out of her eyes. She smiled.

"It's okay if you just want to stick to your usual rough sex," Hinata chirped. "I'll have the memories of that to keep me happy for a few hundred years; seriously, you fucked my brains out."

Sasuke smiled. "Thanks for being understanding," he said. "I just…I don't like acting that way. It reminds me of who I used to be—someone so callous and uncaring that I really would act in that manner. I don't like being reminded of it…and even if you enjoy it…I don't want you to see me in that light, either."

"It's okay," she said. "It's going to stay between us, Sasuke; that much I can promise you."

"Good," he said, sitting on the end of the bed. "I think I need a shower."

He felt dirty.

"Go ahead," Hinata said, kissing him on the cheek. "I'll be here when you're done."

He took a minute to finish his coffee, then disappeared into the bathroom. The shower water was scalding hot—he cranked it up to the maximum and then some.

Even then, he didn't feel quite clean.

Hinata waited until the shower started.

Steam began to seep in beneath the door.

He wouldn't want me to do this. Would he?

She'd planned on telling him afterward—doing it beforehand would have made his 'act' feel staged.

But then he'd started going on about how it reminded him of his old self…

…and Hinata was not a brave woman. She couldn't look him in the eye and tell him the truth.

She crept over to her wardrobe, where on top of it, nestled between a jewelry box and her makeup kit, she'd hid a camera.

When she pulled out her laptop and opened up the right program, she could see that the video had already been uploaded to her computer. She watched a few seconds of it—

Sasuke behind her, utterly destroying her pussy, jerking at her hair and looking practically demonic as he did so. He looked exactly as she'd wanted him to—like a man possessed, using her as a hole to relieve himself into and nothing more.

Hinata swallowed.

She could delete this video right now. It would stay between her and Sasuke; just a lovely little memory that she could relive every time she needed some stress relief and he wasn't around.

Naruto might find it, she thought. Or Himawari.

If they saw the way Sasuke had acted in that video—

Without a shadow of a doubt, Hinata was positive that they'd beg him to do it to them as well. Himawari was like a smaller, more petite, more outgoing version of her mother—and Naruko was a different beast altogether.

I should delete this.

But she didn't.

She put the laptop away; she put the camera away.

And then laid down on the bed and waited for her lover to finish his shower.

Naruto cracked his knuckles.

He was at the office, trying to catch up on some paperwork.

It wasn't like the early days of his reign, where he'd be stuck here until the morning hours—

But it was still pretty bad.

It didn't help that he kept going home early to transform into Naruko and get fucked either, but honestly, that was something he had no intention of giving up on anytime soon.

So if he had to spend a few days doing nothing more than churning out some work, he'd do exactly that.

Still, he couldn't help but notice something.

Hinata had bought a camera a day or so ago—she'd told him it was just for some "home videos". She'd asked him how to set it up, how to get it to upload automatically…the whole shebang. 

He'd told her that it would upload automatically to their shared cloud storage, but honestly, she'd seemed caught in a lust filled daydream when he'd explained it to her. But she was a smart girl—she probably knew that. Right?

So when a video file suddenly dropped into the cloud storage…

He did the only thing he could.

He drew the shades, locked the door to his office, lowered the volume to an acceptable range and decided to see what kind of "home video" his wife had made.

Naruto watched it.

And it was awesome.

Sure, seeing Sasuke cosplay as his old, heartless self was kind of a throwback—

But watching the big dicked Uchiha absolutely pummel his wife was exactly the kind of jolt that Naruto needed to get through his day.

He really didn't pull any punches, either; hair pulling, ass smacking, using her like a piece of a meat to dump his loads into—

Hinata definitely convinced him to do this, Naruto thought with a smirk. Look at how much she's loving it.

Most men would feel horror at the sight of their wife orgasming on another man's fat cock; Naruto felt content.

He also felt a lot of other things, but that was probably best saved for somewhere other than his office.

When the video was done, he sent his wife a text:

Nice, was all it read.

"What was that text about?" Hinata asked.

Naruko blinked. "Which one? About dinner?" she replied.

Most married couples might find this a strange time to have a conversation.

For them though, it was simply another Tuesday.

Sasuke was beneath them—

With Naruko mounted atop his cock, and Hinata straddled across his face.

The Uchiha was always content to lay down there and work his magic while the two conversed. Honestly, over the months, they'd had some pretty deep conversations while their orifices were being penetrated one way or another by Sasuke.

"No-" Hinata let out a moan. "No, the one where you just said nice."

"That one?" Naruko said. "Oh, that was because—"

Fortunately (or unfortunately), Sasuke hit her G-spot in that exact moment and sent her spasming into a tremendous orgasm.

Panting, her chest heaving, the two of them switched spots.

Hinata had a strange feeling—she had an inkling as to what Naruko had been on the cusp of referring to. 

And while she knew it was shady, she didn't want Sasuke to find out about that video, either.

So she mounted her lover's fat cock and kept her lips shut, letting the conversation die off.

Her lips didn't stay shut for long; but thankfully, she had other things on her mind.

"Oh fuck~"

"Right there~"

"Mmm~"

After Sasuke sprayed a massive load across both of their faces, he went across the hall to spend some quality time with Himawari.

Naruko and Hinata curled up on the bed together, arm in arm, leg in leg, Sasuke's cum decorating both of their faces.

"You're so hot," Naruko said, her tongue flitting out scooping some of their lover's seed off of Hinata's cheek. "Seriously, watching you in that video was—"

"Listen, that video…" Hinata clicked her tongue, pulling Naruko close so that the blonde's head rested against her bosom. "...you shouldn't have seen that. I—I honestly shouldn't have taken that video in the first place."

"Why not?" Naruko's natural curiosity reared it's head.

Hinata cast a nervous glance toward the door.

Sure, Sasuke was most likely balls deep inside of their daughter right now, but she still had her reservations about discussing it openly with him under the same roof.

Naruko read her mind, as someone who's been married to her for twenty plus years can do.

"How about we take a shower together?" Naruko suggested.

The idea of a post-coitus shower with her buxom wife was a pleasant one. Hinata seemed hesitant though—if only because she knew Naruko, and she knew that the blonde wasn't about to let this go.

They grabbed some towels and a fresh change of clothes apiece, then ducked into the master bathroom.

Hinata waited patiently as Naruko fiddled with the knobs, the shower water beating it's rhythm against the floor until the temperature was just right.

When the shower was at optimum temperature, Naruko beckoned her inside.

The hot water soothed the aches in her muscles. She was exhausted…between getting fucked like an animal by Sasuke in the morning, to taking care of the house, and finally the threesome with Naruko, she'd had a long day.

"Let me soap you up," Naruko said with a lecherous grin.

Naruko's touch was gentle and soft. Which was nice considering Hinata had had her fill of Naruto's relentless pawing when they were younger.

It was strange. On a purely surface level, the change from Naruto to Naruko was purely cosmetic. Yet on a deeper level…it was a true change.

Naruto was a nice enough person, with immense power and a big heart—yet in the bedroom, he was clumsy and unconfident. His dick wasn't that big; his touch was like a seventeen year old learning how to fuck. She could count on one hand the number of orgasms she'd had with him in twenty years.

Then there was Naruko. Who was confident, spunky, sexy…and knew how to use her hands…and if Sasuke's reactions were anything to go by, was a thousand times better at getting fucked than she was at fucking.

So where Hinata might have recoiled if it was Naruto offering to soap her up—

She was perfectly content with Naruko doing it.

"Alright," Naruko said. "So what's up with that video?"

Hinata shivered.

As Naruko tiptoed around her, wiping off the sweat and fluids that'd come from her and Sasuke's pairing—

Hinata began to speak.

"I mean…you know about that fantasy I've always had…"

"I do," Naruko said.

It was one they'd (unsuccessfully) tried to replicate in the past, before Sasuke, before all of this. Naruto just hadn't been capable of it. There was nothing more about it that needed to be said.

"...well…Sasuke used to kind of fulfill it? But you know he's been different as of late."

"I mean, we're family to him now," Naruko said. "Of course he's going to treat us different. That's a good thing."

"I-I know it is," came Hinata's swift reply. "But I can't help it—sometimes, somedays, I just wanted to be treated that way. It's so exhil- exhilarating."

"Alright. So you brought it up to Sasuke—and obviously, considering the video, you went through with it. Raise your arms please," Naruko said.

Hinata raised her arms.

"So what happened? Why don't you want Sasuke to know about the video?"

The ex Hyūga flushed deeply with shame.

"I could tell when I brought it up that- that he didn't really want to do it," Hinata murmured. "And I'm ashamed to admit that I…coerced him. And I knew that he wouldn't want to do it again, so I made an excuse to go up the stairs and—"

"You set up the camera so you could record it," Naruko said. "Man, that's kind of fucked, Hinata."

"I k-know—!" Hinata said. "It's just…"

"...that video's super hot…?" Naruko murmured.

Hinata nodded meekly.

The blonde sighed.

"Yeah, I can't blame you," Naruko said. "I did rub one out to it like three times."

"Sa- same here," Hinata admitted, rubbing the back of her neck.

Naruko nudged Hinata, turning her around so that they could talk face-to-face. Cerulean blue eyes met snow white.

"I'm not going to tell Sasuke, if that's what you're wondering," Naruko said, putting a reassuring hand on Hinata's shoulder. "This can be our little secret. On one condition."

"What- what's that?" Hinata asked.

Needless to say—

That night, after Sasuke went home…

They put that video on the television and enjoyed the contents of it together.

A week passed.

Then two.

Every night Sasuke wasn't there—or even the nights he was there and they did it after he left—Naruko and Hinata would get off to that video. It became something of a tradition to them, because let's face it: to them, alpha I-don't-give-a-fuck borderline evil Sasuke was hot.

Sasuke was none the wiser.

Hinata did bring up that morning to him once or twice…to test the waters and see if he was open to doing it again…but each attempt was met with at best strong resistance, and at worst a firm, unequivocal no.

Which made the fact that she was hanging onto the video that much worse. Yet that was her and Naruko's cross to bear now.

In the back of her mind though, she knew that he would find out about it eventually…

Some houses of cards took years to build, and remained in place for decades at a time. Some were built and blown away in the same hour.

This particular house of cards was much closer to the latter.

"Mom's birthday is coming up," Himawari said.

"Which Mom?" Sasuke asked.

Himawari smiled. "Naruko-Mom," she replied. 

The distinction was an important one—she only ever saw her parents at home, usually getting one or more or their orifices pumped full of cum by Sasuke. She couldn't even remember the last time she saw her 'father'. Nowadays it was just Mom and Mom.

"Alright," Sasuke said, hands folded across his chest. "What about it?"

They sat in Himawari's room—she was cuddled up against Sasuke's lap, idly watching videos on her laptop while he gazed out of the window. Of course, they'd just wrapped up a particularly steamy session of passionate sex not ten minutes before, ending with Himawari being rewarded with a belly full of cum.

"Don't you want to surprise her?" Himawari asked.

"I mean, we can put something together, sure," Sasuke murmured. "What did you have in mind?"

"An orgy."

Sasuke sighed. "And what did you really have in mind?"

Himawari cracked a grin.

"I was just going to lock you two and Hinata-Mom in a room together and let you bang it out all day long," Himawari said.

"We do that most nights anyway," Sasuke said with a laugh.

"Well—yeah. But this time it'll be different."

"And how's that?"

"Because it'll be birthday sex," Himawari said. "Birthday sex is always amazing."

"You've only had birthday sex once," he noted.

"So? And it was awesome," she said.

He chuckled. "Well, if you think they'll be okay with it, we can make it happen."

"I bet Naruko-Mom would love it," Himawari said with gusto. "We just have to check her calendar first."

"Her calendar?"

"Yeah. Ever since she became Hokage she's kept things really organized. If she has anything planned for her birthday, she'll have it saved in there."

Himawari pulled up a new tab on her laptop; Sasuke peered over her shoulder.

"Do you know her password…?" Sasuke asked.

"Naruko-Mom has used the same password as long as I've known her," Himawari said, grinning.

Sasuke watched as she typed it in.

User: Narutouzumaki1010

Pass: teamsevenisthebest

When she hit 'enter'...

They were met with a 'invalid password' screen.

"I guess she changed it," Sasuke posited.

"No, probably not," Himawari said, her fingers already back on the keyboard.

User: Narutouzumaki1010

Pass: Teamsevenisthebest1!

This time, it went right through.

"That seems about right," Sasuke said.

To Sasuke's immense surprise, Naruko did keep a very organized, tidy calendar. She had a lot of things saved in there, past and present.

Today for instance:

At eleven AM, she'd had a lunch meeting with Shikamaru to discuss a new training regime at the academy.

At one PM, she'd had another meeting with some businessmen from the Land of Iron to discuss a new trade deal.

At three PM, she'd gone home for a while to—and this was what it said on the calendar—enjoy some time with Hinata.

At five PM, fifteen minutes from now, she had an appointment at the Academy to teach the kids a new jutsu.

At seven PM, she had herself scheduled to spent a while in the office churning out paperwork.

At nine PM, it simply said: GO HOME AND GET FUCKED

"Hey, that's me," Sasuke said, pointing at the nine PM slot.

"Who knows? Maybe she's cheating on you?" Himawari said.

They looked at each other.

Then laughed.

"I wonder what else Naruko-Mom has hidden away," Himawari murmured.

It was technically an invasion of her privacy, but…fuck it. Sasuke was curious too.

Honestly, there wasn't much.

That is, until Himawari found a little folder titled 'videos'.

"I wonder what's in here?" Himawari said, a lecherous glint in her eyes not unlike both her mothers'.

"I think we took some videos a while back," Sasuke said. Nothing he could remember recently, though.

There was only one video inside of it.

Himawari clicked on it.

The first thing they saw was Hinata standing in front of the camera, clad in black lingerie, fiddling with the lens until it had juuust the right angle.

"Oooh, it's a spicy video," Himawari purred. "I wonder what's going to happen?"

Sasuke's lips were pressed thin.

They watched as the video continued.

Sasuke entered the room.

But it wasn't really him.

He appeared angry, destructive—he yanked Hinata off the bed by her hair, barking orders at her. 

"Wow," Himawari said, "she's really enjoying that, isn't she?"

"...yeah…" Sasuke said.

The "Sasuke" on the screen looked cold, emotionless.

(There's a picture somewhere in Sasuke and Sakura's house; one he took with Team Taka way back when. That particular picture was a mirror image of how he appeared in the video.)

And if you didn't know the context, it'd look as if Hinata was nothing more than a plaything to him.

He pushed her up against the bed—

Yanked her hair—

Fucked her tight little hole—

And as far as a spectator could see, gave no care or consideration to her pleasure.

It was rabid, angry, borderline disgusting…

Yet Hinata was clearly enjoying every second of it.

That didn't mean Sasuke enjoyed watching it.

It ended with him blowing his load deep inside of her…

And the mask slipped off.

Sasuke smiled. Sasuke talked to her. And Sasuke left the room to go and get her some water.

Afterward, he went to shower.

And Sasuke saw with his own eyes Hinata tiptoe to the camera and turn off the feed.

Himawari looked to him, her brow furrowed.

"Sasuke?" she said, leaning over and gently cupping his cheek. "You're white as a ghost; what's the matter?"

"I—"

It wasn't even the fact that she'd taken the video in secret.

But she hadn't told him, either.

And it'd been weeks.

It was on Naruko's computer, too—

And there was no way that the blonde hadn't seen that video.

They'd both lied to him…

His stomach clenched.

"I'm going to go home," Sasuke said quietly.

He stood up, prying Himawari's hands off of him.

"Woah, woah, Sasuke, what's the—?"

His clothes were downstairs—he was already out of the room before she could get the words out of her mouth.

Himawari was up in a flash, at the door, down the stairs—

Yet she couldn't hope to compete with Sasuke's speed.

He was already gone.

What the hell was that?