capitulo 14

Hinata stirred; a great warmth was at her side, her cheek pressed up against it.

When her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she saw was the serene face Sasuke Uchiha, whom was sound asleep.

She couldn't help but smile, pressing herself against him, engulfed in his presence.

Truth be told, Hinata had been nervous coming into this weekend getaway.

Of course she had anticipated forty-eight hours filled with raunchy, dirty, absolutely mind-blowing sex—that was just a given when it came to Sasuke. She knew he had quite the appetite—but, part of her had been worried that…just maybe…he might bore of her, and maybe even pack his bags after a day and go home.

Last night, with all that passion in the air, had erased any doubts Hinata may have had.

She felt butterflies in her stomach as she cuddled up against him. Laying in bed with her man (her cheeks flushed at the thought), with no Himawari or Naruko to distract them…it felt like a dream come true.

It wasn't long before he began to stir. His eyes opened before long—and she felt her heart jump into her throat as his gaze flitted down.

He stared at her for a long moment, and she felt her heart-beat quicken into a crescendo. It was crashing against the walls of her chest, and no amount of breathing exercises could stop it.

Then, he leaned down, cradling her cheek and pulling her into a deep kiss.

A sense of calmness spread throughout her—it was a distinct feeling, like warm seeping through her veins. He pulled her closer, soon she was on top of him, straddling him, the two making out so passionately that it wouldn't be a surprise to see steam emanating from their union.

Slowly, they separated.

She stared down at him—he looked up at her.

Hinata couldn't help the bright, radiant smile on her lips.

"I love you," she said with finality.

"It's been so long," said Himawari, as she darted forward and pulled him into a warm hug. "I missed you."

Boruto Uzumaki smiled. "I missed you too," he said, patting her back fondly.

The two siblings separated, before taking a seat opposite each other. They had agreed to meet for lunch, and Himawari chose a small little café a few streets down from the village center.

"How've you been?" asked Boruto as he cracked open a menu, his sunny blond hair slightly damp; with a forearm, he swiped his brow clear of sweat.

"I've been wonderful," Himawari said, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Honestly, it's been some of the best weeks of my life."

Boruto lowered the menu, eying her with a smile. "Really? That's awesome to hear." Suddenly, he looked a little suspicious. "Who do we have to attribute this to?" he asked, with the eyes of any older brother at the thought of their baby sister shacking up with somebody.

Himawari giggled, a girlish thing that was cute and annoying all at the same time.

"I can't tell you who he is," she confessed. "But you're right—it is a man who's got me feeling this way."

Boruto leaned forward. "Why can't you tell me who it is…?" he asked. "I'm not—"

"Oh, please," Himawari said, grinning slightly. "My academy boyfriend that I only ever held hands with? He told me last year about what you did."

The blond flushed. "Okay, I retract the statement. Still, you can't like…describe him? I just want to make sure you're being taken care of."

"Hmm." She pursed her lips together, thoroughly enjoying this.

He fidgeted opposite her, tapping his hands on the table. Soon, the waitress came by to get their drink order—when she left, Boruto continued to look at him expectantly.

"He's really sweet," Himawari said, after a moment's pause. "Strong, too."

"Not stronger than me," Boruto murmured, puffing out his chest.

She giggled—truthfully, Sasuke could beat the blond with one hand tied behind his back.

"He's very caring; he makes sure that all of my needs are taken care of," Himawari added, smiling. "I can't imagine being with another man, to be frank with you. But we'll see how it goes."

"...okay…" Boruto said cautiously.

For a moment, right then and there, she considered telling him.

What would his reaction be?

People often liked to compare Boruto to Sasuke—the blond himself most of all—but Himawari knew them both; Sasuke more so nowadays. They were very, very different people.

If anything, Boruto, as one might figure, took after his father far more than he did his mentor.

But how far did that go, Himawari wondered.

Would he be appalled if he found out that his mother and his sister had both submitted to Sasuke? Or would he be intrigued? Maybe he'd like it, the boy had always had a crush on Sarada, and maybe he would get the same enjoyment out of watching her get fucked that Naruto had gotten from watching their mother.

That was a lot of maybes though…and it was far, far beyond her business to reveal all of that to Boruto on a whim.

Maybe in due time, but certainly not right this second.

Just then, as a saving grace, the waitress came back with their drinks.

"Here you go," she said, plunking the glasses in front of them—ice water for Himawari and a soda for Boruto. "Are you two ready to order?"

Boruto cleared his throat. "You first," he said.

Hands on her hips, his chest puffed out, Sasuke felt right at home as he slammed into the gorgeous Hinata Uzumaki from behind.

And certainly, she seemed to be offering no complaints.

"Oh my god!" she cried out, blue hair slick with sweat as he hammered into her at incredible speeds, wet slaps echoing throughout the room.

He smirked.

Needless to say, this weekend getaway was going rather well.

Early that morning, there was a tap-tap-tap at the door. Naruko stood up, groggy, running a hand through wild blonde hair—she had only just gotten down the stairs.

She peeked through the hole in the door…and stifled a yelp.

In a flash, she was up the stairs, sprinting into her bedroom.

A moment later, Naruto came out, pulling a shirt over his head, taking the stairs three at a time on his way done. "I'm coming!" he called, as he stopped in front of the door. He took a breath, then threw it open.

"Hey!" said Ino Yamanaka, a big grin on her face; cradled under her arm was a kitchen knife. "Sorry, I've been meaning to return this for a while now. Is Hinata around?"

"Oh—no…she's, uh, she's out," Naruto said.

"Ah," Ino said. "Well…can I come in, then?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course," said Naruto. He stepped to the side, beckoning her in. "You can't stay too long though, I need to go and get ready for work."

"No worries! I'm just giving you guys the knife back and maybe I'll chitchat for a minute or two." Ino smiled innocently, walking into the house, glancing around with a keen eye. "So Hinata's out?" she asked.

"Uh huh," Naruto murmured. "Grocery shopping," was the first lie he could come up with, and by God he would die on that sword.

Ino looked toward him and if Naruto were a lesser man, he would have frozen in place. For whatever reason, that expression on her face had him quite certain that she didn't buy his lie for a moment.

"You know, I almost wasn't going to come by today…but when I had dinner with Shikamaru and Chōji's families last night, Shikamaru mentioned that you were in the office until past midnight yesterday."

"...why would that have stopped you from coming over?" Naruto asked, cautious. He almost regretted saying the words as they came out—it was a trap, and he'd sprung it.

"Because I also heard from a little birdie that Hinata checked into the most exclusive resort in the city, apparently for a weekend get-away with her hubby," Ino said, smiling at him. "So why would she be out grocery shopping when the two of you are supposed to be getting it on in a hot tub right about now?"

Stunned at having been caught in such an obvious lie, Naruto was absolutely flummoxed as to what to say. The blonde standing before him suddenly looked much more intimidating than before—it didn't help she was wielding that kitchen knife as if it were a kunai.

"She didn't feel well," Naruto blurted out. "So we came home early."

"Well, she must have made a pretty quick recovery if she's already out grocery shopping," Ino said, head tilted to the side curiously. "You've always been a terrible liar. And I mean no disrespect when I say that, Lord Hokage."

He recognized the volatile nature of the situation.

Ino was as nosey as they came…and God forbid if she got her friend to make a housekeeping call when Hinata and Sasuke were in the throes of passion; those two wouldn't stop for a tsunami unless they were already getting swept away by it. He had to defuse her suspicions and fast.

"Okay, fine, you caught me," said Naruto, raising his hands in defeat. "She…" He sighed, lowering his head. "Y'know, she's been a house wife for years now…she told me she wanted a break. I couldn't make it work with my schedule. But she still needed the break, so I scheduled the weekend get away for her to get out of the house."

She looked at him, brow furrowed. "So why'd you lie?" Ino asked. "To me about her being out 'grocery shopping' and to the people at the resort that you'd be up there with her."

"Because I didn't want people to think that were on the rocks or something," Naruto murmured, rubbing the back of his head. "I dunno, it was stupid, I should have just been honest. And I told the people at the resort I'd be up there for her to keep up appearances and because I knew they'd comp the whole stay if they thought the Hokage was going to be there."

She stared at him for a long moment, as if deciding whether to believe him or not.

At long last, she nodded. "That makes sense," Ino said.

He resisted the urge to breath a sigh of relief. "Yeah…sorry for lying to you," the blond murmured.

"Nah, don't worry about it," Ino said. She waltzed into the kitchen, setting the knife down on the counter. "Have a good day at work," she said to him as she left.

Naruto closed the door behind her…and then slumped against it, his eyes wide, heart nearly beating out of his chest.

That was too close, he thought, wiping his brow clear of sweat.

The morning of the day they were supposed to check out, they spent in bed.

Kissing passionately, entwined with one another, Hinata couldn't imagine a place she would rather be. Her fingers crept up and down his body—whenever they parted for air, her hungry gaze devoured the sight of him, all flushed and wanting.

"Are you going to come to the house tonight?" asked Hinata, as she slowly kissed her way down his body, lips leaving a trail right down his chest.

Sasuke slid his hands behind his head, a relaxed look on his face.

"Why?" he asked, smirking slightly. "Do you want me to?"

"What I want is…" she cooed, finally reaching the prize between his legs. She kissed the tip of his cock, running her tongue along the head. "...is for you to lay in this bed all day," she continued. "And for me to have the pleasure of sucking this cock dry again and again," Hinata added, licking her lips.

Sasuke laughed. "You've gotten a lot better with the dirty talk," he complimented.

Her cheeks flushed a light red.

"I hope so," she said, smiling nervously. Sasuke found her utterly entrancing—his enormous cock casting a shadow over her face, white eyes twinkling, her plump lips slick with his precum.

"I'll have to give Himawari and Naruko some special attention to make up for being gone," he told her, his voice soft. "Even Sarada texted me and asked me what time I'm coming home—she needs a little relief, too."

Hinata pressed her lips together. "But I'm your favorite, right?"

"There are no favorites," he intoned, reaching a hand down and brushing her hair out of her eyes. "I care about all of you equally." He sighed. "And besides, I probably won't be able to come over tonight; between making sure Sarada is satisfied and catching up with some stuff I'll have to do around the house…it just won't work out."

Hinata couldn't hide her disappointment—but suddenly, something else was pressing on her mind. 

She chewed the inside of her cheek.

"Okay…but um…I did want to say something to you."

"Oh?" 

He tilted his head to the side, a curious glint in his eyes.

She pressed her lips against the shaft of his cock, sliding his tongue up and down for a moment. As the silence stretched onward, it became clear to him that she was putting off whatever it was she wanted to ask.

But then, at last, she pulled back.

Hinata crawled up the length of the bed, sliding quietly neatly into his lap. He took a moment to take in her lush body, which even after forty-eight hours cooped up in a room with her, was still so inviting to his eyes. His erect member pressed against her thigh.

"Did you decide whether you were going to let Himawari have your child or not?" she asked, her tone soft. She traced a finger up and down his chest.

He gave her a look that told her one thing: he knew exactly where she was going with this.

"As I said just the other day…all I did was give her a few more days to mull it over; if she still wants to go through with it by the time we get home, then by all means, I'll indulge her." 

For a moment, he was silent, still giving her that same look.

"And…" Sasuke continued, and Hinata leaned forward, a hopeful glint in her eyes. "If you want to move forward with it as well, then we can talk about getting you pregnant as well."

To his immense surprised, she squealed, throwing herself into his arms. He caught her, holding her close as she peppered him with kisses.

"You make me so happy," she told him, pressing a lengthy kiss against his jaw. "I hope I can make you even a tenth as happy as you make me."

Sasuke smiled. "We'll see about that," he said. He leaned down, kissing her on the lips, Hinata melting into his arms.

When they parted, it was with a new understanding.

They crawled out of bed, for now, it was time to get dressed and prepare to depart. Hinata would go out through the front entrance to keep up appearances—Sasuke would disappear into the city.

But, as they stood there fully dressed and taking one last look at the suite where so much had happened in just the past two days…they had fond smiles on their faces.

"I'll see you soon," Hinata said, throwing her arms around his neck and leaning up. He put his hands on her back, and once more, the two kissed. When they separated, she couldn't help herself, she had to say it. "I love you."

With that said, Hinata made for the door to the suite.

When she turned back, he was gone.

She sighed; a wistful look in her eyes, she twisted the handle and stepped out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.

When Hinata got home, the house was empty.

As she gazed about, there was a slight smile on her face—yet, if one took a look into those big white eyes of hers, it was clear her mind was elsewhere.

She took out her phone, checking it for the first time in days, having had it on silent the whole time she'd been with Sasuke.

There was a few messages; one from Sakura, asking how the trip was going. Naruto had sent her a few texts, but she skimmed over those, only replying to say that she had just gotten home. Himawari had sent her a few angry emojis, and then a heart. Then there was a text from Ino, dated from just an hour or two ago.

'Hey!' it read. 'How was your weekend?'

Hinata smiled to herself, as a thousand images popped into her head all at once.

Still, she couldn't share even one of those with Ino—even if from time to time, she was curious to see what the blonde's reaction would be to Hinata's sexual escapades.

'It was fine,' was Hinata's reply. 'Spent a lot of time working around the house. How about yours?'

A few moments later, as Hinata was unpacking upstairs, her phone buzzed. She checked it and saw that Ino had already responded.

'I stopped by yesterday and you weren't there; Naruto said you went grocery shopping?'

She pondered her response for a moment.

'Yeah. Went and got some ingredients for a meal I've been wanting to make. You and Sai should come over some time and give it a try.'

It was a flimsy excuse on Naruto's part, but so long as Hinata backed it up, it stood to reason that no one would look any closer at it.

After all, all of her friends knew that Hinata would never lie; it just wasn't in her nature.

She grinned to herself as she set her phone down. Maybe Sasuke was rubbing off on her a little.

Later, she saw Ino had responded again. In Hinata's mind, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

'Gotcha.'

As soon as he closed the door behind him, Sasuke heard a tumbling upstairs, as if someone were racing across their room.

The first thing he saw was the gleam of her red-rimmed glasses...and then she was down the stairs and quite literally leaping into his arms.

"Woah there," said Sasuke, as if he were a cattle driver. "It's good to see you, too."

"I missed you…!" Sarada whined, face buried in his chest. "Did you miss me?"

He smiled.

"Of course," he said, rubbing her back fondly. "How was it while I was gone?"

"Absolutely miserable," Sarada groaned. She leaned back, arms wrapped around him still, her big black eyes looking positively innocent. Yet, the next words out of her mouth were anything but. "How am I supposed to go a whole forty-eight hours without your cock, Papa?"

He laughed, the juxtaposition of her innocent demeanor and sinful words coercing it out of him.

"It seems like you managed," Sasuke said rather affectionately, reaching a hand down and musing her hair. "But don't worry—in about twenty minutes, after I've finished unpacking, I'm going to be making up for all that time away."

She beamed up at him. "Really?" she said, wide-eyed. "You better not be lying…"

Sarada found her answer to that approximately nineteen minutes later.

Somewhere between him tossing her onto the bed, tearing her clothes off, and shoving that fat cock into her dripping wet snatch…Sarada indeed realized that he was not lying.

Then her mind went blank as her own flesh-and-blood fucked her into the matress with all the power he possessed, her cries of ectstasy bouncing off the four corners of the bedroom.

To describe the thought process of someone getting mauled by Sasuke Uchiha was difficult—that is to say because there was no thought process. It was just utter bliss of an unprecedented scale, one that dragged on for seemingly forever, orgasms simply only adding onto the mountain of pleasure that she was already experiencing.

All she could focus on was the feeling of him penetrating her…the warmth of his hands against her breasts…his lips pressed against hers…and most importantly, that calm, domineering look in his eyes as he conquered her pussy yet again.

To say that Sarada was enamored was putting it lightly.

When the time came, she was practically begging for his load. "I'm gonna cum," he breathed, as his thick shafted throbbed greedily within her pussy.

"On my face," she moaned. "I want you to mark me."

He smiled.

A moment later, he was straddling her chest, his weight bearing down on the young Uchiha. She couldn't buck him off if she tried. One of her hands reached up, stroking that mammoth cock, angling it so that it was pointed straight at her face.

She moaned as he sprayed his load across Sarada's features, hot white cum splattering across her glasses, her nose, bathing her in his essence. When he was finished, she still continued to stroke him, inhaling deeply, a look of euphoria on her face.

"Take a picture of me?" Sarada asked, beaming up at him, his warm cum contrasting beautifully with her porcelain white skin. "I want to remember this."

He laughed. "Sure," he said, easing himself off of her chest.

His phone retrieved, Sasuke lined up the angle just right. She grinned nervously, some of his cum dribbling down her chin and onto her bosom.

Click. The picture was taken—he turned the phone to face her, and she saw it, a reflection of herself.

She looked gorgeous, sweaty and red, her Papa's cum marking her as his. Her grin widened as she looked at the photo.

"Mmm…I love you, Papa," she said, looking up at him, his seed smeared across her glasses.

"Right back at you," he said fondly. "Now clean me off."

Obediently, Sarada crawled toward him, already eager to get that warm shaft between her lips.

Needless to say—she was very happy indeed to have her Papa home.

That night, Naruto came home early from work. He heard the distant sounds of Hinata preparing dinner in the kitchen—and, he could guess that Himawari was in her room, doing one thing or another. There was a soft smile on his lips, a pleasant feeling now that his wife was back home.

Still, the first thing he did after he shut the door behind him wasn't to go and greet her. Instead, he glided up the stairs, humming under his breath as he went.

A few moments later, a buxom blonde slid down that very same staircase, a big grin on her face, clad in a pair of shorts and a over-large orange t-shirt.

It was a strange thing, she thought, how natural it felt nowadays to be in this form.

Technically, it was her quite literally putting on a false skin, a fake appearance to the world. 

Yet, as she waltzed into the kitchen and saw the bright smile on Hinata's lips at the sight of her, Naruko couldn't help but feel as if the opposite were true. 

As if Naruto was the false skin.

Hinata turned toward her, giving the blonde a chaste kiss on the lips. "How was your weekend?" she asked. "I heard Ino paid a visit…good thinking with that excuse."

"Thanks," Naruko said, smiling. "My weekend was fine—busy, but fine. And yours?"

She was grinning from ear-to-ear, and Naruko did not need to ask how it went. Still, she was curious.

"Let's just say that we should look into getting out a crib," Hinata said happily, taking Naruko's hands and holding it against her stomach. "We're going to have a baby."

The first two times she had said that, Naruko had been overjoyed—first Boruto, and then Himawari. She still remembered that warm feeling from way-back-when, the feeling of knowing that she was going to be (at the time) a dad.

Now, here she was, many years later…and those same words came out of Hinata's mouth.

Only now, she was talking about having Sasuke's child.

She was happy—overjoyed even, for her wife. Yet, at the same time, there was this feeling in her gut, a sense of jealousy, and not at the idea of another man's baby growing in her wife's womb. More like a sense of envy over the fact that it wasn't her womb.

Naruko swallowed, stemming those feeling back for now. "That's amazing news," she said, pulling Hinata into a tight embrace. "I'm so happy for you…!"

Hinata was practically giddy. "I can't wait," she said, her voice soft and bubbly. "I got off the birth control as soon as I got home."

"So did I," said a voice from behind them, and the two parents turned to face Himawari. She grinned at them, stepping up and joining the conversation. "Sasuke gave me a few days to decide—and I decided. I want to have his baby too."

Naruko breathed in, then out.

She looked between the two of them—they were both staring at the blonde, expectant looks in their eyes. Even after her brief talk with Himawari, it was only fair that they'd expect a negative reaction. The last time the subject of their pregnancy had been broached, she had been the sole voice of dissent.

Still…looking at them…Naruko couldn't find it in her heart to go against them.

Her gorgeous wife, her lovely daughter—both to bear the baby of the man she called her best friend.

There was that feeling again, that sensation of jealousy that seeped through her bones.

Yet, on the surface, Naruko smiled.

"This is definitely gonna be tough to sell to the rest of the village…not to mention Boruto," the blonde murmured. "But if it makes you guys happy—then fuck it. Let's get you both knocked up."

Suddenly, she was being enveloped in a family hug, both of them throwing their arms around her. She laughed, returning it, pulling them close and smiling.

'Maybe this won't be so bad…' the blonde thought. 'Maybe.'