capitulo 13

"You both want to have his baby?"

"Um, well-" Hinata's cheeks had turned pink. "I hadn't really given it much thought. Just you know…fantasies, I guess." She couldn't quite look Naruko in the eye. "But I figured if Hima was going to bring it up, I might as well come clean."

"Well, I've given it plenty of thought," said Himawari. "And it's not just a fantasy. I really, really, really want to have his baby."

"But you're so young!" Naruko said, her ears hot.

"You and Mom were only a little older than I am now when you guys had Boruto," Himawari retorted.

"We didn't plan on having Boruto," the blonde fired back. "We just did. Sure, it all worked out, but having a kid when you're that young is crazy stressful! I want you to be able to enjoy these years, not tear your hair out."

"All you guys do is talk about how much you miss those years! When Boruto and I were just little babies."

"That's what every parent says," Naruko groaned. "But it's hard work, harder than you think. It took a lot out of us, and we were both a hundred percent committed. Those aren't years I'd want to go back to," the blonde said.

There was a brief pause.

"...actually I do kind of miss those years," Hinata said meekly. 

Naruko glared at her, as if to say 'you're not helping'.

"What do you think, Sasuke?" Himawari asked.

All eyes turned to him—he was the man of the house, after all. Naruko pleaded with her eyes, as if hoping that the Uchiha would see reason. Hinata did the same, but all she wanted was an end to the argument. And Himawari looked at him with determination in her eyes.

He exhaled.

"Himawari is an adult," he said, after a long and drawn-out pause. "She has the right to make her own decisions."

"Yes!" Himawari bounced up and down in her chair, as if she'd just made jounin.

"However," Sasuke continued. "I do agree with Naruko somewhat, but only in the sense that you should give it a little more thought. While I'm sure the thought of getting held down and impregnated by me is nice—"

The three women suddenly had that image pop into their head; and without fail, all three of them shuddered.

"--but pregnancy and parenthood is much more than that," he finished. "So give it some time. If you're still insistent, I'll gladly let you have my child."

"Okay," Himawari said, cheeks flushed. "I can live with that. Thank you, Sasuke."

"As for you," Sasuke said, his gaze swiveling to Hinata. "If you wanted to have my baby…all you had to do was ask." He smirked, and no one, least of all Hinata, could be sure if he was just teasing her or not.

"I'll- I'll keep that in mind," Hinata said, her face hot as magma. 

Suddenly, there were a lot of images in her mind…images that had best stay stowed away in the confines of her brain for now, lest she leap across the table and let him have his way with her.

Naruko sighed. "I guess you're right, she is an adult…" the blonde mumbled. "Still. Imagine telling us a year ago that we'd be having this conversation."

Sasuke chuckled.

"I'd pay to see what your past selve's reaction would be," he said.

"Mhm," Naruko said, smiling slightly. "You're just lucky that I still want to get fucked tonight, otherwise you might just be seeing that reaction right now."

The Uchiha couldn't help but smirk. "At least you know when you're beat."

She threw her hands up in the air. "I mean, you literally had me on my knees a few minutes ago." Her words rang true in both of their ears, having said it alongside Himawari and Hinata—we're yours. "I think this is pretty tame in comparison."

"Sure," said Sasuke.

He looked around, and strangely enough, the aura in the air was still…warm. Despite that whole conversation, they were all still—jovial with each other. Even something as controversial as Himawari's impending pregnancy couldn't tear them apart.

"I do have to get going," he said. "I promised Sakura that I'd come and see her at the hospital."

"Come and see her?" repeated Hinata, with a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

Sasuke smirked, a knowing look on his face. "Just to catch up a bit. I'm sure she'll want to hear how things how been going with you three. And yes, I'll be telling her about me potentially knocking you up, Himawari, but don't worry. She won't affect anything."

"Good," Himawari said, breathing a sigh of relief.

He got up, and the three of them accompanied him into the main foyer. Pulling on his cloak, he prepared his goodbyes.

Sasuke hugged Naruko tightly, making sure to grab a generous handful of her delightful ass as he did so. She squeaked, then groaned. "Save it for later," she grumbled, pushing him away playfully.

Himawari gave him a warm hug, and they kissed, a gentle chaste thing. It lingered, and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment, before pulling away.

Hinata was fidgety as she approached him. 

Sasuke knew why—she was still thinking about being held down and creampied, impregnated by the Uchiha. He figured he might as well have a little fun.

And so, he swooped her up, pushing her up against the wall. His hands were everywhere—his lips ran up and down her neck, her lips, her body. She was moaning, groaning, gyrating, hands tearing at his clothes—

Then he pulled away, smoothed out the front of his cloak, and made for the door.

"I'll see you all later," he said, with a smile.

There he left them: Hinata looking flushed, Himawari looking jealous, and Naruko appearing proprietorial.

The door shut behind him.

Sakura was in the middle of seeing a patient when he got there, so Sasuke elected to wait in her office. It was a nice, quaint space. There were several pictures on the desk: one of them and Naruto when they were young, one of her and Sasuke on their wedding day, and then a family photo with Sarada.

He eyed that last one. It was a new picture—taken just after he'd made the decision to settle back into town.

Sarada looked so wide-eyed and cheery in the picture…to think that just a few weeks later, she'd become one of his rabid sluts. 

He sighed.

Thankfully, Sakura didn't take very long. As she stepped into the room, she smiled, dark circles underneath her eyes looking more pronounced than usual.

"Did you bring lunch?" she asked.

To that, he responded by lifting up a plastic bag—take-out from her favorite place.

A few moments later, they sat at her desk, eating and talking.

"Are you just going to knock everyone up?" she asked, through a mouthful of noodles. "I swear, I need to be getting in on this action if Himawari and Hinata are gonna get some."

Sasuke chuckled. "It seems that way," he said. "Give it a few weeks and Naruko will probably want it, too."

He wished he was joking…almost.

"You really gave her the okay? I mean, it doesn't particularly matter to me—more children to gush over in my book can only be a good thing."

He heaved a sigh. "Well, she seemed adamant. And honestly, the idea of knocking up Naruko's sweet little girl is a little too tempting for me to turn down."

"You're cruel," Sakura said, smirking. "But I think you just don't want to admit that you care about Hima."

Sasuke looked at her for a moment, lips sealed.

Then he shrugged.

"Either way, the result is going to be the same," he said quietly.

"True," said Sakura. "Now, things are admittedly a little more muddled on the Hinata side of things…I honestly can't tell whether she genuinely likes you or if she's really just that much of a slut."

"It's hard to say," Sasuke admitted. "She was definitely a willing participant in getting Naruto to give in and be Naruko behind closed doors. She's very…" He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Honestly, I don't know. I don't want to ask her, either, because I'm not sure if she knows."

Sakura tapped a finger against the desk. She seemed lost in thought for a moment.

"Well, same with Hima, it doesn't really matter to me if you knock her up," she said, pushing pink hair from out of her eyes. "But that's probably a question you want answered before you, y'know, have a kid with her."

"You present a good argument," Sasuke said. "Although I don't understand why you feel the need to complicate this situation more and more…"

"Oh shush," Sakura said, laughing. "You're just mad because I'm pointing out stuff that you'd rather just ignore."

Sasuke frowned. "False," he said, basically confirming that she was definitely right. And he knew it. "You're much more tolerable when you're moaning my name," he grumbled.

"Not the time, mister," Sakura said, prodding him on the shoulder. "I can't go into my next appointment with wet panties, now can I? Keep it in your pants."

"I can't tease my own wife anymore?"

"Not when you have not one, not two, not three, but four women at your beck and call that you can go and fuck to your heart's content," Sakura said, smiling. "You can have me when I'm not at work."

After that, their conversation turned to more mundane things, in the short time Sakura had before she had to leave again. Yet, Sasuke was left with that one question in his mind.

What were Hinata's true feelings?

Sakura was right—in good conscience, Sasuke couldn't imagine a scenario where it was a smart idea to impregnate Hinata when he couldn't be sure of her intentions.

Sure, there were plenty of things that pointed to her truly being interested in him. But it was all 'ifs' and 'buts', things that could go either way, and with Hinata generally being a very kind and caring person as it was, Sasuke didn't want to make any assumptions.

He needed proof. Or at the very least, he needed enough of those 'ifs' and 'buts' to stack up for him to be a hundred percent sure. But how could he find the time to do any of that, with Himawari to please, Sarada to look after, with Naruko to put in place?

It was time that he needed. And conveniently enough, Sasuke had the right connections with the right people to get what he wanted.

He wanted a weekend alone with Hinata, to do whatever with her, to enjoy himself and to get to know her. If by the end of that weekend, he couldn't tell one way or another whether she was infatuated with him or not…he wouldn't go through with it.

But if she was—

Well, he'd have to cross that road when he got to it.

"So…let me get what you're saying," Naruto said, leaning back in his chair. "Really get what you're saying. Like, let's put this in perspective."

"Uh huh," Sasuke said, unconvinced.

"You want my permission, to book a weekend trip to the most exclusive resort in the city, to use my influence to make sure it's all expenses paid, private and totally isolated…"

Naruto leaned forward in his chair.

"...so that you can take my wife there, leave me out of it, and basically spend a whole weekend banging her brains out, making her fall in love with you, and then making a final decision on whether you want to knock her up or not."

"I think you took it a bit further than what I said…I simply said I wanted to see if she did have an interest in me, I had no intent on making her 'fall in love with me' like you put it…but yeah, pretty much."

Naruto rubbed his chin. "I mean, yeah, I'll book the trip. So long as you send pictures and videos, y'know, the usual. But if knowing whether she likes you or not is really the whole reason you're doing this—we both know she's in love with that cock of yours. Isn't that enough?"

Sasuke exhaled.

"Book the trip tonight," he said. "Don't put it off, because we're doing it this weekend." It was already Thursday—any longer and even the Hokage might be unable to get what they needed. "And yes, I'll be over tonight."

"Alright," Naruto said, shrugging. "Consider the trip booked."

Hinata, as one might expect, didn't take much convincing. She only asked one thing—that he help her decide which outfits to pack.

"Well?" she asked, a flush on her cheeks.

It was a deep, black dress, one that clung to her curves like a second skin. Sasuke looked her up and down—she smiled, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

"I like it," he said, and truthfully at that.

"How about this?" she asked, stepping out of the room.

Now, it was a bathing suit—a blue one, a garment so tight that her breasts jiggled with every step she took. If the dress had looked amazing, she looked downright gorgeous in that bikini.

And Sasuke made sure that she knew exactly what he thought of that bikini.

He figured she got the memo, somewhere between when he was lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed.

Soon, they were smothering each other, entwined, her legs wrapped around his. They kissed, deeply, and though Hinata was practically begging for it, Sasuke would lean close and whisper—

"Save it for the weekend."

Naruko peered into the bedroom, smiling slightly.

She had no doubts in her mind that, whether Hinata liked Sasuke like that…after a weekend alone with him, her pregnancy would be more or less assured. Whatever happened, whatever she did, Sasuke would be convinced. Naruko was confident of that.

Still, there was something else lingering in her brain.

She tip-toed down the hall, slipping into Himawari's room.

The young woman sat at her desk, filling out a mission report. When Naruko entered, she smiled, taking off a pair of headphones blaring music.

"Hey mom," she said warmly. "What's up? Trust me, I already heard about their weekend trip—and yes I'm jealous, but I'll be alright."

Naruko chuckled. "I wasn't going to ask you about that," she said, sitting on the end of Himawari's bed. "I just wanted to…apologize."

"For what?" asked Himawari.

"For raising my voice at you at breakfast," Naruko said. "I—" She paused. "You're an adult; I should recognize that. I just hope you can understand that I really just want the best for you."

Himawari stared at her for a moment. Slowly, she rotated her chair so that she was facing her.

"Of course I know you want the best for me," she said. "I—that's so dumb for you to even think I would think anything else of you, mom!" Himawari said. "But, y'know…I'm not a little kid. You patronizing me for wanting something that you guys did when you were my age just came off as kinda hypocritical."

Naruko sighed.

"I don't want to get into this," the blonde said. "But you have to understand—when I was your age, me and your mom had been through a war. We'd seen death, carnage, dealt with loss and pain, regret and sorrow. I love you to death Hima, but you haven't experienced a fraction of what we had to go through. When we were your age, we were fully ready and mature enough to have a kid. That's not to say that you're not, or that you're incapable of becoming that way, but it's a much steeper road when you've grown up like you do."

Himawari blinked those big blue eyes of hers, taking in her mother's words.

"I'm a kunoichi," she insisted. "I've been on missions. I've fought people. I've put my life on the line."

"Missions and war are two different things," Naruko said. "And I'm not saying that I was right in questioning whether you were capable. I just wanted you to understand where I was coming from."

In the distance, they could hear a squeal from Hinata. It seemed as if they were having fun, quite the contrast to the conversation they were having.

"I think- I think that I understand," Himawari murmured, after some deliberation. "I don't know what you want me to say, though. It's not like I can go out the door and jump into a war tomorrow. I am who I am, I grew up how I grew up because of you."

Naruko leaned forward, smiling. She rested a hand on Himawari's shoulder.

"That's something I realized too," Naruko said. "You are my daughter. There's no point in talking down to you, or pretending as if you can change who you are. Just…I want you to know something."

"Know what?" asked Himawari.

"That no matter what you do, no matter what decision you make, whether it's to have Sasuke's baby or not—we'll be here for you. I will help you, your mom will help you, we will help you to make sure that whatever decision you make is the best one possible. Okay?"

"Okay," Himawari said.

They hugged, and it was a tight one. For a moment they stayed like that, embraced with one another.

Then, the moment was ruined by yet another squeal from Hinata.

"Are you two going to actually pack, or just screw around all night?" Naruko yelled, pulling open the door and shouting into the hall.

"Mind your own business!" came Sasuke's taunting response.

"We're packing, I swear—" Hinata was cut off by yet another squeal, and a louder "Oh stop—"

Himawari groaned.

"Those two are going to make a few babies by the time they come back from that weekend trip, I swear."

Naruko looked toward her, a wry sort of grin on her face.

"You're just jealous," the blonde aptly pointed out.

"And you're not?" Himawari retorted.

Naruko stuck out her tongue. "I'll send you on a month long mission if you keep talking to me like that, young lady. We'll see how mouthy you are after that."

"Please," Himawari said. "As if I couldn't get Sasuke to come and visit me once or twice while I would be out of the village."

"Fair," Naruko said. "But you'd still be missing out."

Himawari pouted. "Get out of my room," she said, prodding her mother with her foot. "And shut the door."

Laughing, Naruko danced out the door. Blowing Himawari a kiss, she shut it behind her.

"I'm coming in," Naruko announced, as she made for the door to the master bedroom. "You two had better be packing, or I might just to tell the resort never mind!"

The blonde grinned at the sudden shuffling she heard on the other side of the wood. She let herself inside, and the rest of the night was spent in a blur of packing and passion.

Predictably, she was recognized at the desk.

"Miss Uzumaki!" said the receptionist, smiling brightly. "I heard you and the Hokage had booked a weekend here! Is he—" She peered behind Hinata. "I assume he'll be in shortly?"

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about," said Hinata, as she dragged her suitcase behind her. "Everything's going perfectly according to plan."

"That's wonderful to hear!" the receptionist said. "Now, let's get all the details sorted." She reached beneath the desk, pulling out a silver key ring. "You and the Hokage will be given access to the exclusive wing of the resort—as he requested, it's been completely set aside for you two. There's no cameras, all the curtains are drawn, no one even knows that you two are coming aside from me and the manager. You'll have total privacy."

"That's a relief to hear," Hinata said. "How will room service work…?"

"Order whatever you'd like and we'll have it ready in no time," she replied. "A dumbwaiter is hooked up inside the room, along with a touch-pad based menu, so you won't even have to interact with anyone."

"Wonderful," said Hinata. "Well, I think I'd better head in. I hope you have a wonderful night."

"I hope you have a better weekend!" the receptionist said, grinning. "You really are as lovely as they say!"

Hinata smiled. WIth that, and the keys in hand, she made her way up the stairs. 

The exclusive wing was separated from the rest of the resort by a single set of double doors—conveniently enough, the keys given to her were labeled, and within seconds, she was through.

Hinata made sure to lock it behind her. She looked around, already in awe at what she was seeing.

Truly, it was the pinnacle of luxury. Wide open expanses, manicured gardens. If she followed the path, it lead to a decadent living area, with a couch and an enormous television, and beyond that, visible through an ajar door, a bedroom dominated by a four-poster bed, flush with purple sheets and red pillows.

There was a hot-tub, a pool, a fully stocked bar, and situated where they were, there was an astonishingly beautiful view of distant Konoha, a beacon in the night.

Hinata made for the bedroom, setting her suit-case down on top of the mattress.

She slipped out of what she'd worn to get in the front door—a simple pair of black leggings and a cream-colored jacket.

And instead, she pulled on a deep purple pair of lingerie. Silky and revealing, it was the one thing she hadn't let Sasuke pick out…because she knew he would love it no questions asked.

Then, she slipped into that tight dark dress from before, smiling as she stared at herself in the mirror. It went down to her thighs; it went without saying that she would never wear something like that in public. But she wanted to look good for her man, and this dress was something that would have Sasuke drooling.

Hinata had a funny feeling that he was going to keep her waiting. She figured she might as well explore the place. And so, she snooped around.

The view was to die for, she found. The sound system was so intense as to make her feel as if she were right there in the bank robbery that playing out on the screen on the first channel she'd turned the television too. And the pool was warm to the touch.

She dipped a toe in. "Mmm," Hinata groaned aloud—she couldn't wait to take a nip in there, preferably with a certain stud to keep her occupied.

Hinata almost slipped and fell head-first in the pool.

The key word was almost: she was a kunoichi. She was already balancing herself, and there was no chance she would have fell.

But regardless of that, a pair of hands came from behind, seizing her around the waist and pulling her close.

Her back slammed into a chiseled chest. For a moment, she was breathless—and then she reached her hands up, feeling along the contours of the stranger's face, fingers sliding through his hair.

"Sasuke…"

She turned toward him.

He put his hands on her hips, looking down at her, his eyes unreadable.

There, with the moon's reflection glimmering on the surface of the pool they stood beside, the two of them kissed.

She waited for it—the moment when his hands would start wandering. She was teeming with excitement, determined to have the best weekend of her life, filled with all sorts of raunchy sex, conducted in every position imaginable.

Yet, his hands didn't wander.

Hinata leaned back, staring up at him, curious.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

Sasuke gave her an odd look.

"What do you mean?" he hesitated to ask.

She offered him something of a smile. "Well, usually you have me moaning your name by this point," she said, a hand against his chest, the other playing with his hair. "Is the dress not doing it for you?"

"What?" Sasuke blinked. "I—no, you look fine."

"Only fine?" she said teasingly.

He dipped his head down, capturing her lips again. When they parted, she was grinning.

"Definitely more than fine," he promised, fingers tangled up in her silky hair. "And trust me, I'm sorely tempted to have my way with you right here and now…" Sasuke murmured, his gaze tracing the contours of her body. "...but let's hold off on that for a small while. I hear there's a bar?"

"I'll lead the way," said Hinata. "A drink sounds nice."

She hooked her arm in the crook of his, and side-by-side, the two walked through the picturesque courtyard.

When they reached the bar, Sasuke nodded approvingly.

"They really went all out," he said, running a hand over the bartop, smooth hardwood that glinted beneath the light. "I guess they really wanted to show the Hokage a good time."

"Mmm, guess so," Hinata said, smiling slightly. "Little do they know that you'll be showing his wife a good time right here on this very counter." She had a mischievous look on her face—like a punk rock teenager up to no good.

Sasuke smiled. "I think the bed will be just fine," he said lightly. "But thanks for that mental image."

"You're welcome!"

Running his fingers along the bottles, Sasuke eyed them carefully. He selected a bottle—it was something with a bit of punch, from Kusagakure, something he'd had a shot of once upon a time and never had forgotten. There was a small fridge with chilled glasses, which Sasuke took two from, setting them on the bartop.

With efficiency, he unsealed the bottle, then poured it into each glass.

The bottle hit the countertop with a thunk. He handed her a glass.

"Cheers," Sasuke said.

"To what?"

He blinked.

"I'm- not sure exactly," he admitted. She smiled at him, finding it cute. "That's just what you always say before you share a drink with someone."

"Well, why don't we find something to say 'cheers' to?" Hinata suggested, staring deep into his eyes.

He stared right back.

"For the next drink we will," he promised. "For now…just drink."

"I'll hold you to that," Hinata said.

They clinked the glasses together, and inhaled the sake. Hinata coughed lightly, blinking her eyes—Sasuke pursed his lips together. "Th- that's strong," she mumbled.

He leaned down, kissing her. The taste of the sake was on her lips. She returned it full-force, standing on her toes, clutching the glass in her fingers tight.

"You're pretty strong too," Hinata said, running a hand along his arm. "Why don't you mind helping me over to the bed—"

"Stop that."

He clutched her hand in his own—her eyes widened slightly.

"I hardly know anything about you," Sasuke said quietly. "And yet you want to have my child."

"You- you know plenty about me." Her tone was meek.

"I know your body," he murmured. "I know what it's like to have you wrapped around me, to hear your moans as I cum inside of you—" He put a hand on her chin, tilting her head up. "But I don't even know how many brothers or sisters you have."

She stared up at him, long and hard, ashamed.

"O-one," she whispered. "But…my cousin, Neji. I believe you two met. He was—he was like a brother to me." She breathed in, then out. "My sister, Hanabi…she's my opposite, but I love her so much. You should meet her—she'd like you."

"That's pretty not a good idea," said Sasuke, rubbing his thumb against her chin. "Seems like every woman I get to know nowadays ends up…well…"

"...wanting to have your baby?" Hinata said, giggling. "Yeah. Maybe you're right. Do-" She hesitated. "I know you had a brother. I know—what he did. Naruto told me that he was innocent once, but he said it was your business when I asked him to elaborate. I- do you…do you want to talk about it? "

He stared.

For so long that she started to quiver slightly.

Eventually, the silence stretched to the point where—

"N-nevermind," she said. "I—it's okay. You don't-"

"He wasn't innocent," Sasuke said quietly. "Not technically. But he wasn't evil, either."

Hinata blinked, her curious piqued. "O-oh?"

He talked softly, but she hung on to every word.

And when he was done, she could only lean forward and hug him.

"That—" She paused. "That explains a lot."

"Yeah," said Sasuke.

She held him in his arms, as the distant crickets filled up the silence that had been drawn between them. After a moment, his hands tightened around her, and she smothered her face into his chest, pressing her ear against him, the sound of his heartbeat warm and comforting.

"Sasuke. I—"

"It's fine," he said. "It all happened so long ago." He put a hand in her hair, stroking it gently.

Hinata leaned back, gazing into his eyes.

"When I lost my cousin, Neji, it tore a hole in my heart." She put a hand on her chest, clutching at it. "And sure, it's still been so long, and some days I hardly think about it at all, but there's others where it's still so fresh and raw that I just want to curl up into a ball and cry. What I'm saying is—" She sighed. "I care about you, Sasuke," Hinata murmured. "So if you ever want to talk about these things…I'm here for you."

Sasuke nodded.

"Thank you," he said.

Taking their half-full glasses, the two walked to the couch. They sat, Hinata curling up beside him, enveloping herself in his warmth.

Now was the time, Sasuke thought. Dancing around the issue wasn't going to suit either one of them. He had to find out.

"I need to ask you something," he murmured into her ear. He sipped at his glass of sake, before setting it down on the table in front of the sofa.

She looked at him expectantly, those white eyes as enrapturing as ever. There was a kind of tranquility he felt—it was nice getting to spend time with just her. No Naruko or Himawari, no ulterior motives involved like their ploy to get Naruto to shift to Naruko. It was a pleasant feeling.

"What is it that you like about me?" he asked. "Aside…aside from the sex."

Hinata blinked. "Why do you ask?"

He exhaled. "Just answer the question."

"I really like your energy," she blurted out, after a moment's pause. "It might seem crazy to say, considering I spend half of my time around you…well…you know, moaning y-your name…but you have such a calming aura. And-" Her cheeks pickened. "This sounds stupid to say. Because Naruto is…well, Naruto. But I always feel so safe around you, like I can be myself. I don't have to worry about being judged."

She breathed in, then out. Sasuke remained silent.

After a few moments, she continued.

"I like how tender you can be…the way you look at me sometimes, at Hima, at Sakura, at Naruko…I just know you care. But it's not just that—it's how I know you want to make us happy. It's why I'm so eager to be yours."

Hinata sighed.

"I—it feels like cheating, almost, despite everything that happened. Yet, at this point, I guess we're practically in a polyamorous relationship, aren't we?" She chuckled. "Maybe not that—it's more of a harem by this point. But whatever…I have to say it."

She looked toward him.

"I…I really like you, Sasuke." She leaned forward, until her big white eyes dominated his field of view. "Like…more than just because you can please me so well. I like you."

He kissed her.

So deeply, so passionately.

Mewling, she slid into his lap. His hands on her back, her arms tossed around his neck. They continued to kiss, utterly wrapped around one another.

Hinata had not expected Sasuke to reciprocate her confession.

Even if he felt the same way, she knew how he was.

He wasn't going to tell her that he liked her the way she liked him.

Sasuke was going to show her.

With her still wrapped around him, Sasuke stood up. She was a dainty little thing despite all of her curves, and it was with ease that he carried her, nudging the curtains of the four-poster bed aside with one hand and setting her down with the other.

He leaned back, taking her in: all flushed, that dress clinging to her like a second skin, the hem of it creeping up to show off her creamy-white thighs.

"Mmm…stop looking and take me."

She tugged at his desk, pulling him onto the bed and on top of her.

His lips were everywhere, nibbling at her neck, pressed against hers, or against her thighs. His hands roamed across her body. She was mewing, purring, ready for anything he had in mind.

She grinned as he pushed her onto her stomach, Sasuke wasting no time in slowly unzipping her dress…

Naruto sighed, kneading his eyes.

It was a quiet night; he could have headed home hours ago. But, even though all the essential work was done for the day, there was always a surplus of monotonous things that needed to be done.

Besides, there was no wife waiting for him at home. Certainly, Sasuke wasn't there either, for when Naruto became Naruko. No, the only thing that would be there for him was Himawari…and she was his daughter, he loved her, but she had a one-track mind, and right now all she'd want to talk about is baby names.

So, Naruto stayed at the office.

He tapped away on his computer, his phone on his desk, the volume turned all the way up in-case they decided to text him.

A video, a picture, even a message…he wanted something at least.

He knew what they were up to; trapping Sasuke in a room alone with a sexy woman could only end one way. Right now, Naruto thought, Hinata was probably getting railed until she couldn't remember what was up-and-down.

And he felt jealousy.

Because he wanted to be Naruko and experience that for herself.

Because he wanted to be there to witness it, to see his wife cry out Sasuke's name.

Because—

He sighed, closing his eyes.

There was nothing he could do, Naruto realized. Sasuke would send him a video if he wanted to. Yet if he didn't, Naruto wouldn't have any recourse—what power did the blonde have over the Uchiha? None, not even a tiny bit. Sasuke held all the aces, and the only thing Naruto had going for him was the fact that he could transform into a beautiful woman that Sasuke loved to pump load after load into.

So, he had to sit, and busy himself with the idle activities that came from being Hokage.

Meanwhile, his wife—the woman he once considered the girl of his dreams—was busy falling more and more in love with his best friend.

"Sasuke!"

He held her close, nibbling at her ear.

The dress came off with ease. Underneath, the lingerie left him thirsting for more, an enormous bulge growing to its grand extent, shrouded by only a few thin layers of clothes.

Hinata giggled as Sasuke stood up.

Where he stood, just in front of the bed, she was perfectly level with that gorgeous bulge of his. She rubbed a hand against it fondly, smiling as it twitched against her hand.

With nimble fingers, she undid his pants. Pushing them down, his cock came tumbling out; she licked her lips at the sight of it.

She stroked him, from the base all the way to the tip, always marveling at just how big he was. No matter how many times she blew him, fucked him, or had him inside of her…Hinata was always astounded by just how much of a man Sasuke was; or how much manhood he had to offer, that is.

Even as she took his length into her mouth, she was still in awe of it. Staring into his eyes, Hinata swallowed him, Sasuke groaning as inch after inch of his enormous cock disappeared into her seemingly endless throat.

It was a most impressive feat. And it was only when there was only a single inch left to go when Sasuke hit her limit, and she stopped. Hinata stared up at him, an unfathomably amount of cock jammed down her throat, her eyes alight with adoration.

"You are a treasure," Sasuke whispered to her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She beamed up at him. Hinata bobbed her head back and forth, the soft 'glug, glug, glug' noises like music to his ears.

Normally, he would lean back, and marvel at the sight of Naruto's wife giving him head, thinking about how dominant it made him feel, how god damn good she was at sucking cock—trained by Sasuke himself.

Yet this time, he didn't think those thoughts.

Instead, he was zeroed in on one thing, and one thing alone.

Hinata.

His fingers in her hair, his eyes locked with hers; the warmth in his chest unmistakable. Sasuke smiled, gently pushing her off of his cock, Hinata grinning as drops of salvia and precum dribbled down her chin.

"Ready?" he asked, his cock throbbing with need.

To that, she nodded vigorously.

He undressed, Hinata not tearing her gaze away for a single moment. She licked her lips, quivering as he stood naked in front of her, on full display.

Sasuke beckoned her over with a finger.

Giggling, she crawled up to him. Not waiting for permission, she began to run her hands and lips over his body, rubbing him, kissing him everywhere; worshipping him. Sasuke felt like a god, watching this beautiful woman treat him as if he were an ancient artifact.

He pushed her—she fell onto her back. With ease, he found his way on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. She continued to giggle as he pulled off those panties, unhooked her bra, leaving her just as bare as he was.

"Make love to me, Sasuke," Hinata purred, as he kissed his way up and down her neck. "Make me yours."

He was hard enough to dent steel; Sasuke rubbed his length against her slit, and she cooed, groaning and grinding needily against him.

Sasuke breathed in, then out.

With one hand, he grasped the base of his enormous shaft, hefting it up and aiming it at her dripping wet pussy. With the other, he held her thigh.

At last, he entered her.

She moaned as his length filled her up, stretching her out, making her entire body pulse with pleasure. "Sasuke," she groaned, legs spasming as he slid inch after inch into her.

He leaned all the way down, kissing her deeply. Hinata wrapped her arms and legs around him, enveloping him, pressing the whole of her softness against his firm body.

"I love this pussy," he moaned into her ear, as he thrust his hips into her.

"I-" She let out an involuntary moan as he pumped his cock into her. "Oh god." She felt as if her very essence was being consumed by him, Sasuke devouring her soul with every deep thrust into her core.

The sexual tension between them was palpable; their bodies slid against each other, so neatly, all her curves and all of his muscles feeling as if they were meant to be meshed against each other.

She had never experienced something like this, even with Sasuke.

The sheer passion he exuded—not just with his thrusts, but with his kisses, his every groan into her ear. It all fell so damned good, so sweet like nectar, and her entire nervous system was going haywire with all the positive things he was forcing her to endure.

"How do you do this to me," she breathed as he continued to thrust. "I couldn't help myself if I—" A particularly deep one made her entire body tingle. "—if I tr- tried…"

"What do I do to you, Hinata?" he hissed into her ear.

He leaned back, staring into her eyes, his hands on either side of her head.

She moaned, white eyes wide as saucers as he continued to grind his hips against her.

"It's not what you do to me," Hinata whispered.

He breathed in, then out.

"It's what you've done to me."

"And what's that?" he asked, as he pressed his lips against her neck.

She shuddered against him, her entire body tingling as she felt his thick shaft throb greedily inside of her.

"A few months ago, I was a happily ma- married woman," Hinata murmured, staring deep into his eyes. "All my friends…they saw me as that p-picturesque house wife, the kind of woman that could do no wrong." She smiled slightly, her cheeks flushed. "Now I'm- I'm a slut."

"Hinata…" Sasuke said, clasping her cheek gently.

"N-no, it's okay," she insisted, still smiling. "I like being your slut."

Those words hung in the air for a moment—they continued to stare at each other.

Her chest heaved; her face burned.

"It isn't like it was with Naruto, where we were so awkward around each other, where it took years for me to feel comfortable in my own skin around him…no…no with y-you, from the very beginning, it was so easy to give in. I feel so at peace around you, whether we're sleeping together or just spending time together. I just- I don't want to be your housewife, cleaning up after you, treating y-you like I'm your mom…I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine, at least, as much as you can be with the others to take into consideration."

Sasuke stared at her, long and hard.

She started to quiver beneath his gaze.

Her cheeks turned pink.

Her eyes were wide.

"Sasuke-"

Without warning, he kissed her; without question, Hinata returned it in force.

She was wrapping herself around him once more, her legs taut around his waist, her arms thrown around her neck.

Hinata moaned with glee as he began to thrust into her once again.

Nothing else was said.

Nothing else needed to be said.

They made love on that four-poster bed…and there was no doubt about that.

Hinata's moans and Sasuke's low grunts filled the room the Hokage had booked just for them. The bed squeaked nosily; wet slaps echoed.

When she came, it was with her head thrown back, her mouth agape, eyes rolling back into her head.

And when he came, it was the deep satisfaction that she really was his.

She might care for Naruto—love him, even.

But she wanted him. She wanted to be his. She was dedicated to being whoever he wanted her to be.

And as his seed filled up her innermost core, both of them knew that Hinata was well and truly claimed now.

The day of her impregnation would come soon, and with it, another night like this.

Sasuke was committed now. 

Not only would he claim Hinata's body, but now, he knew that she was going to bear his child as well.