capitulo 10

At the crack of dawn, the alarm went off.

Hinata stirred. Snow white eyes slid open. With a powerful yawn that she was unable to stifle, she sat up in their bed, the alarm's blaring still echoing throughout the bedroom.

With a calm hand, she snoozed it.

"Come on," she said gently, giving her husband a great shake. "It's time to get up."

"...ugh…"

Hinata rolled her eyes.

She pressed her foot into Naruto's side—pushing, pushing, pushing, until…

He tumbled off the mattress and fell to the floor with a thump 

For a moment she waited. Then she peered over to the side, only to see that he was still soundly asleep; at least, it appeared that way.

"I'm going to get breakfast started," Hinata warned gently. "If you're not up in the next ten seconds you're just going to have to skip that meal for the day."

"Okay, okay-" Naruto looked up at her, blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I'm up."

"Ten, nine, eight-"

With a groan, he climbed to his feet. He wobbled a little unsteadily, before letting out a massive yawn that shook the whole house.

"Happy?" he said.

"Very," Hinata replied. She climbed off of the bed.

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she made her leave, giving a knock on Himawari's door before heading down the stairs two at a table, her nightgown swishing around her legs.

By the time breakfast was ready, both Naruto and Himawari were up and coming down the stairs.

Her blonde husband looked radiant, clad in his Hokage garb, his hair damp from the quick shower he'd taken. And her daughter looked just as well, ready for a mission that her and her team were going out on for the day.

They ate breakfast. And they talked, about things that only the Uzumaki family could talk about.

"You should have seen how good he fucked Sarada," said Himawari through a mouthful of food. "I was jealous!"

"Really?" Naruto smiled, glancing at her.

"It was impressive," Hinata begrudgingly had to admit. "And that creampie he dumped into her." She licked her lips. "Maybe we need to make a habit of getting him all pent-up like that, Himawari?"

"No complaints here!"

With breakfast down the hatch, Hinata saw them out. Himawari gave her a warm hug. She gave Naruto a kiss on the cheek. As they walked out the door, she bid them farewell, closing it gently behind them.

She sighed.

Lunch with Ino and Sai was rather uneventful.

Of course, she did have to dodge some rather pointed questions from her blonde-haired friend.

"You have to be expecting," Ino insisted, grinning at her from across the table. "You're glowing for God's sake!"

"Oh no...definitely not," Hinata mumbled. "Things have just been good lately."

She definitely wasn't pregnant—ninjutsu based birth control had a hundred percent effectiveness.

But...well, if she wasn't on birth control, there was no doubt in who the father would be.

Afterwards, thankfully, Sai helped her clean up a little.

"She is correct you know," said Sai, with rubber yellow gloves on his hands as he scrubbed the dishes. "You look positively radiant."

Hinata flushed slightly—she wasn't sure if that was a compliment coming from Sai of all people, but she took it like one nonetheless.

When they were gone, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She stepped into the bathroom, flicking the light on.

For a moment, she stared at herself in the mirror.

At her big white eyes, her smoothly brushed hair. The skin that every insisted was glowing. Plump, red lips.

Hinata breathed in, then out.

She smiled.

Then she took her phone out.

Pulling up her shirt and bra, unveiling her delightful tits, Hinata snapped a picture of herself in the mirror, a nervous grin on her lips.

She sent it with the caption - 'What time are you coming over?'

By the time she had gotten downstairs, her phone had already buzzed pleasantly in her pocket.

The response?

'Can't tonight. But I'll set aside my entire day for you all tomorrow.'

She wilted with disappointment...but then again, it wasn't fair to expect him to come and bang her brains out every night. Hinata bit her lip, staring at the message and rereading it a few more times than necessary.

Oh well. There was plenty of cleaning to be done, a few books on her bookshelf that she hadn't covered. She could handle rejection for one night.

Hinata sighed and put her phone away.

At the crack of dawn, their alarm went off.

Hinata woke up a little more quickly this time. She frowned, rubbing at her eyes, consciously aware that she was grouchy.

It was so much harder to get to sleep, she thought, without a good rump beneath the sheets first. And sadly, her husband wasn't very useful for that.

This time, she didn't even bother trying to wake him up first—instead she just pushed him off the bed.

"Five seconds," Hinata said. "Or I won't make you lunch, either."

"Oh come on!" came his muffled response. "Fine…"

He rose slowly, yawning as he did so.

"Good morning to you too," Naruto said, grinning.

She threw a pillow at him.

They tip-toed into the bathroom together. Side-by-side, they brushed their teeth, though Naruto was still out of it enough that she had to remind him to put toothpaste on his brush.

When she was done, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "What do you want for breakfast?" she asked.

"Surprise me," said Naruto. "Whatever you make is going to be awesome."

Hinata smiled. "Alright, but you'd better not complain if you have to eat something healthy for a change," she said in jest, poking him in the shoulder.

She knocked on Himawari's door, then went down the stairs two at a time. Already she was thinking about what ingredients she would need, and her head was so zeroed in on the kitchen appliances that she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Someone cleared their throat—she about jumped out of her skin, turning toward him, her eyes wide.

"What's for breakfast?" asked Sasuke, a grin on his lips.

When Naruto and Himawari came down the stairs, it wasn't to a perfectly prepared meal.

Instead, it was to Hinata bent over the dining room table, her dressing gown hiked up, her panties pushed to the side, a massive cock slotted inside of her. Sasuke had a hand clapped over her mouth, stifling her moans, the table shaking as he thrust in and out of her.

"Sorry," Sasuke said, though he sounded as unapologetic as a sociopath. "But she said you did leave breakfast up to her, Naruto." He looked at the blonde, unable to help the smirk on his lips. "It isn't her fault that what she chose isn't on the menu for you."

He continued to thrust, unabashed, even as Hinata's husband and daughter took in the scene.

"Hold on," said Sasuke, as he pumped hard and fast into Hinata's spasming pussy. "I was almost there before we were so rudely interrupted…"

Hinata groaned into Sasuke's hand as he fucked her hard and fast against the dining room table. Daughter and husband sat still, both entranced by what was in front of them.

The wood creaked beneath the Uchiha's power, and Hinata's moans grew more and more rabid by the thrust. Before long, she was cumming on his cock, thrusting her hips back against him with just as much force as he was pumping into her.

"Here we go," grunted Sasuke.

He bottomed out inside of her, groaning as he released his essence straight into her core. Thrusting his hips gently, ensuring every drop was milked by her convulsing cunt, Sasuke looked right at home.

With a yawn, he pulled out of her. Hinata slumped against the table, shaking, her knees wobbling as his seed began to ooze out of her.

Sasuke turned toward them, his great big cock still erect.

"Give her a few minutes and I'm sure she'll get started on breakfast," he said conversationally, as if dumping a massive load inside of his best friend's wife was a normal, everyday occurrence in the real world. "But I suppose you'll have to leave by then, won't you, Naruto?"

Sasuke beckoned for Himawari to come over. Obediently, she rushed up to him—within seconds, she was down on her knees, taking his thick cock into her warm mouth.

He groaned, slipping a hand into her hair, an affectionate smile on his lips.

Then he turned his attention back to Naruto, who was chewing the inside of his cheek.

"Well?" Sasuke said. "You will have to be gone by then, right?"

"Yeah," Naruto mumbled. "I've got shit to do. I can't-" He paused. "-can't hang around all morning, sadly."

"That's unfortunate," the Uchiha told him. "Well, I'd say I would have Hinata bring you some lunch later, but I think she'll be-" He gave her a good swat on the ass, making her jump. "-preoccupied."

'What a fucking man,' thought Naruto, chewing harder on the inside of his cheek.

"I'll be fine," said Naruto, tilting his head backwards. He stared uneasily in Hinata's direction, before looking back to Naruto. "Actually, I should probably get going now. Send me a couple of pictures, will you?"

"If I have the time," said Sasuke, as Naruto's daughter started to deepthroat him.

Naruto nodded. With that, he went for the door. In the distance, he heard Hinata say something.

"...thank God you're here—I couldn't stop thinking about you…"

He sighed.

With nothing to say, and time ticking, he left.

"So, when are you going to admit that you miss being Naruko?" Hinata smiled at him from across the desk.

"Actually…"

He sighed.

"I don't know if I miss being Naruko. Well, I do—I think about it often. I just-" He looked past her, unable to meet her gaze. "It's still a lot to wrap my head around. Knowing that I submitted to him like that. I don't know if it's something I can ever get over."

"Oh, honey…"

Hinata leaned forward, and she was very serious in what she said next.

"...once you submit to him, there's no going back," she said. "I see that now."

Naruto swallowed. "So what happens next?" he asked.

"Maybe…" She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. "Maybe we should just get used to the idea of being his from here on out. I like it. Himawari certainly likes it. And I think you'll come around, Naruto."

"I don't know about that," Naruto mumbled. He cupped his head in his hands. "I like the idea of it too, I'll be honest with you. But I don't think I can bring myself to go along with it willingly. You know how I am—prideful and dumb." He chuckled, leaning back. "Oh well, right?"

"Right," Hinata said, her eyes flickering.

Naruto was dead on his feet.

A long, hard day of working could do that to anyone.

And sure, a few telltale pictures of his wife getting pounded had been the pick-me-up he'd needed to get through it...but now that he was closing up and on his way home, the last of his energy was sapped.

He yawned as he twisted the key in the lock.

There was no chance he could function properly—he'd have to shower in the morning, which sucked, but oh well, he needed sleep and he needed it now.

The blonde was so exhausted that he didn't even notice Sasuke's cloak hanging up right beside where he put his.

He made his way up the stairs, letting out another loud yawn as he did so.

Then he paused, because the light was on in his and Hinata's room. He heard a distant noise—running water?

He pushed the door opened.

Hinata was curled up under the blankets, elbow propping up her head, a sleepy and sultry smile on her lips.

"Oh, you're home…" she said, rolling over to face him. "Sasuke's in the shower."

Naruto blinked. "Has he been here all day?"

"He left for a while to run some errands," Hinata said. "But he certainly made up for it when he got back."

"Himawari's out?" asked Naruto, as they heard the sound of the shower water turning off.

"Out cold on the couch downstairs," said Hinata with a giggle. "I think she won't be with us until tomorrow afternoon, after what Sasuke put her through."

"Right," Naruto said. "Well, I'm beat, so-"

When Sasuke stepped into the room, he fell silent.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and water dripping down onto the floor...he looked like an adonis. Hinata's gaze was immediately drawn to him, the white-eyed babe licking her lips at the sight of her lover.

"Naruto," he said. "I guess you didn't get my last text?"

The blonde gave him a questioning look. Carefully, he took his phone out, opening up his messages.

'I'm staying the night,' read Sasuke's last message, sent about twenty minutes before. 'You're sleeping on the couch.'

"Wait-" Naruto frowned. "Oh, come on, you're gonna kick me out of my own bed? It's my house!"

"Sure, your name's on the deed," said Sasuke. "But...I think it's up to Hinata as to whether it's me or you sleeping with her tonight."

He stepped up to Hinata. With a swish of cloth, he let the towel drop to the floor. Her eyes immediately sprung to his gorgeous cock, and she started to shiver ever so slightly.

"What do you think, Hinata?" he asked. "Do you want me or-"

She reached forward, latching onto his arm and giving him a great tug. Sasuke tumbled onto the bed—she pulled him beneath the sheets with her, a great look of lust in her eyes.

She kissed her way from his neck to his chest, and then, vanished beneath the sheets.

Sasuke let out a groan. Naruto watched as the sheets moved and shifted, and before long, an enormous imprint of Sasuke's member was clearly visible...along with Hinata's bobbing head.

"I guess she made her choice," the Uchiha said, putting his hands behind his head. He was courtesy enough to toss Naruto a pillow, the blonde catching it deftly. "Turn out the light on your way out."

Naruto sighed.

He stepped out the open door...then slipped back into the room for just a second to flick the light switch off. As he trudged down the stairs, behind him, he heard Sasuke groan yet again.

It took him a few minutes to get comfortable on the couch. He tossed and turned for a moment. Then, with his head nestled on the pillow, he slowly began to close his eyes.

Then he heard the shaking.

"Oh god! Oh god!" came her muffled moans from upstairs.

"Fuck," came his grunt.

It didn't stop.

Naruto's eyes were wide open the entire time.

The thumping, the slapping of skin against skin. Hinata's moaning growing into a fever pitch, to a point where Naruto wasn't sure if it would ever stop. It got louder, then quieter, then louder again—then it reached a fever pitch as she came, which Naruto knew as she was yelling- "Oh god I'm going to cum!" only a few seconds beforehand.

Then, it stopped.

Naruto was well aware of what had happened—

Sasuke had just dumped yet another load right into his wife. Who knew how many he had deposited in her just today, because there had been the one at breakfast and God knows how many between then and Naruto's homecoming.

The silence was blissful. But as Naruto closed his eyes, he wasn't sure if he could ever unhear the noises that his wife made even when he wasn't around to watch it.

Naruto was startled awake.

No, it wasn't an intruder in the house—it wasn't Hinata tossing her out of bed, either.

Instead, it was the sound of the shaking again.

"Oh god! Oh my- oh, don't break the wardrobe, please…!"

Naruto sighed, running a hand through his hair.

He would kill to be a fly on the wall in that room. But right now, he had a job to get to, and listening to his wife getting fucked for the second morning in a row was not doing him any favors in getting into a work mood.

By the time he got up, went into the kitchen, and started some tea...Hinata had reached a new level of nirvana. Now her moans were bouncing from wall to wall, and Naruto sat there, sipping his tea, as the shaking hit a new stride.

Then it stopped. Naruto knew what had happened again—surely, a nice deep creampie for his wife, courtesy of Sasuke.

But then the shaking started again.

Naruto blinked.

A few moments later, however, he realized that it wasn't his wife moaning this time...but Himawari.

The blonde sighed, sipping at his tea.

Maybe Hinata would come down and make breakfast? He got his hopes up, not wanting to have to get an aide to stop by Ichiraku's when he got to work. But she never came, even as Himawari's moans grew louder.

Naruto knew he should shower, but he couldn't even bring himself to go upstairs. He wasn't sure if he could stop himself from waltzing into the bedroom and plunking himself in the corner, and watching all that was going on instead of being forced to listen.

Instead, he threw on his clothes and left, to the sound of his daughter getting plowed.

When he got home, he wasn't even surprised when he saw Sasuke and Hinata in bed together.

"How was work?" asked Hinata, as she bounced slowly on the Uchiha's cock.

"Tiring," said Naruto, with a yawn. "Am I on the couch again?"

"Yup," Sasuke said.

The blonde nodded. "Can I at least use the shower?" He pointed to the master bathroom—there was another, but it didn't have all of his things in it.

"Go ahead," said Sasuke.

Naruto smiled.

A few minutes later, he was sitting beneath the hot spray of the shower, groaning as the stress of the day was eased away. His mind was everywhere and nowhere; he was in bliss.

Then there was a thump at the door.

He jumped slightly...and then, just as he was opening his mouth to ask who it was and what they wanted...he heard another thump.

Then a moan.

Thump, thump, thump.

"Oh my god, Sasuke…!"

It was pretty clear what was going on—Hinata was getting railed right on the other side of that door.

Naruto swallowed.

He squeezed some shampoo out onto his hands and slathered it into his hair. Massaging it into blonde spikes, Naruto closed his eyes, trying to let the sound of the running water wash over him…

Yet there was no stopping the sounds of his wife getting plowed.

Naruto groaned, unable to help himself.

As the pounding got louder, Naruto was helpless.

Once his hair was thoroughly shampooed, Naruto allowed his hands to drift downward...and with no shame whatsoever, he began to jerk off to the sounds.

It only took him a minute. He let out a moan as he squirted his pathetic little load out, the watery cum immediately being washed away by the torrent spewing from the shower.

Post-nut clarity hit him like a truck. Here he was...standing in the shower...getting off just to the sounds of his wife getting fucked right on the other side of the door.

He swallowed.

And yet, he loved it.

By the time Naruto finished showering, the thumping hadn't stopped. He had a feeling that they weren't going to kindly move to the side and let him out.

So Naruto stood right in front of the door.

He put his hand against the wood, feeling it vibrate beneath his fingers. Part of him liked to imagine that Hinata was pressing her hand against the door right on the other side, as if it were a mirror they could see through.

Naruto leaned his head against the door. And grit his teeth, as the thumping reached a crescendo.

"Fuck," he heard Sasuke hiss, as the pounding came to a standstill.

Naruto breathed in, then out.

Yet another creampie, he thought.

A few moments passed, and slowly, Naruto pulled the door open. Hinata slumped inside—he caught her, and she giggled. "Hi," she said pleasantly, as she laid in his arms.

Sasuke smirked at him, standing about a foot away, his massive cock dangling between his feet.

"Did you enjoy the shower?" he said mockingly.

"Yeah," Naruto mumbled, staring down at his wife. "I did."

"Good."

Sasuke reached forward, pulling Hinata gently from Naruto's grasp. He hefted her up, and she wrapped herself around him, resting her head against his chest.

"Well, you had your shower," said Sasuke. "I made sure your pillow was down there for you. So get going," he said, standing there with that smirk of his, Naruto's wife wrapped all against him with the most blissful look on her face.

Naruto sighed. "Okay," he said.

As he laid down on the couch…

...the shaking started again.

"Oh god! Oh my god! Yeees..!"

The next morning, when Naruto was jolted awake yet again by the sounds of his wife getting plowed...he'd had enough.

He wasn't thinking—he wasn't. He was just irritated and cranky, hating the back-ache sleeping on the couch gave him, wishing that he could just sit there and watch them fuck instead of having to be kept awake all night listening to it. He was tired.

So when he burst into his bedroom to see Sasuke fucking Hinata from behind…

He didn't know what to do.

He froze up.

Sasuke looked at him questioningly.

"Can we help you?" he asked.

That set him off.

"Yeah! You fucking can!" Naruto said, pointing an accusing finger. "What the hell gives, man? Kicking me out of my own bed two nights in a row? Waking me up every morning by fucking my wife? This is my house! That's my wife! You can't- you can't-"

He paused, as Sasuke pulled out of Hinata.

She lowered her head, not saying anything.

Gently, Sasuke eased himself off the bed. Then with a few broad strides, he closed the distance between him and Naruto. Sasuke was just a hair taller, but it felt like miles, and Naruto looked up at him with apprehension.

"That's just the thing, Naruto," said Sasuke. "You're wrong."

"About what...?" asked the blonde, and all that bluster and fire had gone out like a match.

"That was your bed," Sasuke said. "This was your house. That was your wife."

He pushed Naruto, and the blonde recoiled back a step, shocked.

"Hinata told me about your little conversation. About how you like the idea of submitting to me, but you're too prideful to do it. Well, I should probably tell you something...it doesn't matter what you want. Your pride means zilch, nothing."

Sasuke stared down at him, his eyes cold.

"This is my house now," he said. "Hinata is mine. Himawari is mine. If I want to make you sleep on the couch, you know where you're going to end up sleeping?"

"T-the couch…" Naruto murmured.

"That's right," said Sasuke. "And you know what? If I want to make you transform into Naruko, you know what you're going to do?"

The look he gave him...so fiery and deep. Naruto was frozen in place, unable to do anything. He shook slightly, as the silence dragged on and on.

Naruto looked past him...and saw Hinata, who had sat up.

Slowly, she nodded.

He looked back at Sasuke, whose glare was growing more intense by the moment.

Naruto swallowed.

And slowly, he formed a hand sign.

He transformed into Naruko, his male clothes far too big on him, the sleeves dipping down, the pants far too baggy.

Big blue eyes blinked up at Sasuke—she was far shorter than him now.

"T-there," she said, voice sounding so meek and scared that it could warm anyone's heart.

But not Sasuke's.

He reached a hand forward, sliding it into her hair, forcing her down onto her knees.

"You know something else?" Sasuke said, leaning down and whispering. "When you're in this form...you're mine too. You belong to me. Understand?"

Naruko nodded after a moment, her eyes still wide.

"And when you're in your male form, I want you to know something…"

Sasuke gave her a dangerous look.

"I care about you," Sasuke said. "But I've grown accustomed to this, and I'm not giving it up. You can choose to back out if you want...but Hinata and Himawari are going to stay mine whether you want it or not."

He tilted her head up, so that he could stare deep into those big, blue eyes of hers.

"Well?" he asked, his voice light. "Do you choose to back out, Naruko?"

Her gaze drifted down to his magnificent cock, which throbbed gently just a few inches away from her face. She looked back up at him—slowly, she swallowed, a bead of sweat on her forehead.

"Well?" Sasuke asked, his fingers tightening in her hair.

Naruko bit her lip, her answer on her tongue.

She couldn't stop herself.

The answer came spilling out…

...and Sasuke smirked.