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a knock stirs him out of his rest after a long mission.
sasuke opens the door and is only mildly surprised by the face that greets him on the other side.
round pearlescent eyes, midnight blue hair.
hinata hyuuga stands before him clutching at the strap of her bag, furiously red at the face.
'i'm here for the deal.'
'are you sure?'
'yes.'
.
he's wanted her since the moment he first noticed her.
dark haired, pale skinned, powerful eyes- she is the perfect image of the kind of woman he would’ve wanted to restore his clan with eventually.
too bad he was too late. she was taken. by naruto none the less.
but that didn't stop him.
It wasn’t something he could explain with words, but he wanted her regardless of how well he thought she would fit into his life long plan. ardently so.
his desire for her went deeper than just wanting to copulate with her.
he could even say, his thirst for vengeance all those years ago- it paled in comparison.
this was alarming. dangerous, maybe.
but sasuke believed that if he can have her once, he would be able to get over it.
.
ultimately, as he let her into his living space it occurs to him that he probably could’ve had any woman he wanted easily.
but sasuke doesn’t want just any woman.
dark haired, pale skinned, powerful eyes-
he wanted hinata hyuuga.
.
'just one night.'
'i'm a married woman.'
'he doesn't have to know.'
'i won't do that to him. ever.'
.
she follows him as he leads her to his room. his apartment is small. they get there in no time.
her steps are sure and her eyes are steady.
she's still clutching her purse strap.
'i'm doing this for naruto-kun.'
he's not sure who she's trying to convince.
'sure.'
.
hinata always had a dream.
a warm house, children, a happy family. her hair, his eyes.
naruto is sterile. It was a side effect, being a jinchuriki.
she knew but she married him still because she loved him more than anything.
but the pain of knowing she won't ever get to live her dream is hard to ignore for too long.
every night, she distances herself and cries for this lost dream.
he finds her at the bench, hunched over herself. face in her palms, shoulders shaking.
'he can't give you want you want. but I can.'
she looks up at him. mascara running down her face.
'he doesn't have to know.'
he was wearing his cloak, his hair covered one eye, the visible one was darker than ever and his expression was serious.
hinata hugged herself and looked off to the side.
'go away.'
he turned to leave but paused before he went on his way.
'if you ever change your mind, the offer still stands.'
from then, her time alone was not quite her time alone anymore.
he was there, almost always, at least whenever he was in town.
sometimes it was easy to forget he was there, sitting right beside her.
he didn’t speak, just provided his company. unless she asked him something.
‘why do you stay with me every night?’
‘not every night.’
'most nights, then.’
he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.
‘you know why.’
she did. he’d made his intentions towards her clear.
hinata sat back, laced her fingers over her thighs and stared at her lap.
'but that's not the only reason why.’ she says quietly.
'no. it’s not.’ he replies, voice level.
they sit in silence and watch the stars.
hinata would later realize that she barely cried anymore whenever he was around.
.
sasuke sits in a man spread in the lone chair in his room, elbow on the arm chair, chin cradled beneath his fist, bereft of a shirt.
'take off your clothes. i want to see you.'
she grasps herself tighter and there's that defiant look in her eyes.
'that's not necessary.'
'it is. you're a pretty girl but I'm flat right now.'
she stares at him for a moment.
then she's setting her bag aside. taking her shawl off.
he watches her shimmy out of her skirt.
other than his rapt, dark gaze fixated on her, his expression is passive.
'naruto-kun used to get nosebleeds just from looking at girls.' she says, just to keep a semblance of conversation.
he snorts. 'a man needs more than a pretty face to get excited.'
she does not appreciate the jab, but she quickly decides no amount of conversation is going to make this any less nerve-wracking than it is.
hinata takes her shirt off and can barely stand from how light headed she feels.
'how about this? is this enough?'
the hyuuga heiress stands before him clad in her underwear, showing pale, supple skin, dusted with a pretty flush.
he was swelling already, stirring in his pants. it was enough.
but he's always been a greedy bastard so he shakes his head.
'no.'
he unfurled himself from his seat to stride towards her and stood over her with his height.
nimble fingers reached for the clasp that sat at the front of her bra, touching smooth skin.
he gave a single flick and it came apart, exposing her to his eyes.
hinata gasped.
impossibly darker eyes flickered from her chest to her flushed face.
'now this is enough. for now.'
.
hinata found out on accident.
she should've never been curious. she should’ve never looked. it was despicable of her to pry.
but they'd been together two years and they spent nearly every night together.
yet, nothing.
so as he's splayed there beside her, clutching her to his chest, muttering in his sleep and snoring softly, she pulls herself up slowly, touched his face, and she sees.
.
her breathing is labored. her hands tight fists at her side.
he's feeling her between her legs, weighing her breasts in his palm.
he is leisured in his touch, idle and indulgent even as he strokes and flicks and pinches-
hinata almost reaches to still his hands.
'do you have to...'
'yes.' he replies. 'i need you wet for this, you know, princess?'
she shudders and her nails bite into her palm.
'i'm not your princess.'
'you're everyone's princess.' he said. her breast is released so he can look upon her as he sits back, but he continues to prob. 'i'm going to taste you now.'
'do you have to?'
'it'll make you wet.' he said. 'unless you prefer I spit on it.'
she shakes her head. that's even more debasing than anything.
ink hair splays like a halo as she lays down on his bed. she closes her eyes tight. over her quivering chest, her fingers ball into tight fists.
for a moment, he stares at her.
the hyuuga heiress really is a sight to behold. he should’ve noticed her sooner.
her shaking knees inch apart just so beneath his touch, revealing her to his eyes. it’s not willingness. it’s defeat.
but he’ll take it regardless.
beggars cannot be choosers.
he splays her legs apart, puts his tongue on her for the first time and instantly loses himself to the taste of her.
.
there was a permanent sadness etched into her eyes after she found out.
It does not go over her husband’s head.
'hinata? what's wrong?'
'nothing naruto-kun.'
liar.
'if you say so. you know you can talk to me right? about anything?'
'i know that, naruto-kun. I'll tell you if there's anything.'
liar.
'good.'
she smiled for him. that too was a lie.
.
she orgasms. hinata comes by the long, broad strokes of his tongue and the tight, strong purse of his lips and she hates herself for it.
he pulls away with her slick on his face and he licks his lips.
all the while, his fingers move in and out her lazily.
'you're allowed to enjoy yourself you know.'
she shakes her head, tears in her eyes.
'no I'm not.'
.
hinata reflects.
it’s a mixture of things that bring her here.
her love for him. her dream. and her family.
when she'd brought up her intentions to marry the jinchuriki ninja, her father had been in disagreement at first.
'he has a good heart, tou-san.' she would always plead with him.
her father would shake his head and firmly say. 'he's too reckless, that one. he cannot be tamed.’
but then eventually, he warmed up to it.
he called her to see him the night before she was set to leave with naruto.
the plan had been to elope.
naruto took her hand the night she first gave herself to him.
'i really want to be with you hinata.'
'me too, naruto.' she curled into his chest, eyes closed in mellow bliss as she listened to how strongly his heart beat for her. 'I want to be with you too. so much.’
they both knew it wouldn't be easy. her father never liked him. there were customs and law to follow. requirements to meet. hinata could love him more than anything but in the eyes of her clan, naruto was a far cry from the most redeemable marriage prospect.
for all she loved him, his demerits far overthrew his merits as far as they were concerned.
but hinata was decided on this.
if he was willing to leave his dream of becoming hokage behind so they can be together, she could sacrifice this much too.
hiashi was drinking when she walks in. she sat across him and he slid an intricate box towards her.
'it was your mother's.'
she opened it. it was a ring.
her eyes shot to him in question.
'tou-san?'
'you are our first born. our clan needs it's heirs. you'll have to get them from somewhere somehow.'
like that, she received his approval. with a thinly veiled condition.
.
he hovers about her, taking her in.
naked and bare and splayed on his bed for him to plant his seed in. it’s like a picture from his one of his pipe dreams.
'you're beautiful, you know that?'
his dark, striking features are suddenly soft as he says this, and hinata would’ve called him handsome if they weren’t in the middle of what they were doing like this.
'you're wasting time.'
'you're right. my bad.'
hinata gasps when he pushes in, and she can't help but reach for his shoulder to steady herself as his girth steadily stretches he makes his way inside.
his size...it's different from naruto's.
it’s almost too much for her to take entirely.
by the time he's fully sheathed they're both breathing heavy.
'fuck.'
more profanities tumble out of him. she can barely catch what he is saying.
she feels so full it's making her light-headed and dizzy.
her legs come about his waist, heels digging into his spine.
it brings him deeper, she feels his shudder, a toe curling resonating pulse, deep inside-or is that her?
she tells herself it doesn’t matter in the back of her mind. It’s hard to think straight like this.
'you're tight. so tight.’
he groans into her, and the grip he has on her hip is bruising.
but now isn’t the time to worry about that.
now isn’t the time to be holding back.
her arms circle his neck and she forces out weakly.
'do it.'
'fuck, hinata.'
he didn't need to be told twice.
.
the week before she appeared at his door, he had found her crying again.
this time he held her and he extended the offer again as she sobbed into his chest.
‘why are you doing this?’
‘why not?’
‘why me?’
A brief pause.
‘why not?’
.
he fucks her like she already imagined he would.
relentless, with strong thrust. loud, the bed creaking, his balls smacking her the bottom curve of her ass, his hoarse grunts overwhelming her labored pants.
sasuke has always been ruthless, and wild, a creature of instinct, she fancied. he came off as cold but there was a fire in him. one she thinks drove him to do all the destructive things he’d done in the past. one she is sure can never truly be snuffed out.
many are convinced he has changed but she can see bits of the old him best like this.
he fucks her deep and hard, gripping her waist to move himself inside of her as he pleased, pounding into her with wild abandon as his eyes flashed beneath tendrils of onyx.
just like an animal, she mused absently where she laid uselessly beneath him, her vision blurry, her limbs weak, her toes tingly. rampant and feral and hungry. ferocious.
she can feel him in her womb.
naruto has never gone so far before. it felt invasive. like he was trying to dig out a dormant part of her from some unreachable part inside and claw it out.
she endures. she stomachs it. she tries to fight it, and she manages to hold herself together-
until the simmer building in her knotted in her belly starts pulling taut, becoming too much to bear.
she bites her lip hard, she trembles as the sensation mounts and she comes as pin pricks flood her vision.
hinata screams and arches and clenches on him when she comes.
and sasuke calls her a ‘good girl’ in a hoarse grunt before he nuzzles into the crook of her neck, grapples her hips and fills her up to the brim for it.
.
naruto was gone for a mission.
they were less and far in between now that he was closer to becoming hokage but his trips often kept him away for longer.
hinata got out of the shower and stood there for a moment in the middle of the room.
thinking, pondering, rationalizing.
after a moment, she moved to put on her clothes.
she lifted her gaze and peered at her self in the mirror.
she didn’t bother to dress up.
she wore a modest skirt. a plain sweater. and a simple shawl over her neck.
beneath, she wore lingerie.
she wondered why she bothered with it. It would be torn off and tossed to the ground soon enough anyways.
hinata took her bag and gave her reflection one last reassuring look.
‘he doesn’t have to know.’
.
she is not going to get used to this.
this rough, primal way of copulating.
the gentle, soft way in which her husband took her would always be all she wants in her heart.
but she can’t help how she unravels. how her body responds to this. to him.
his dirty words. his rampant thrusts. the glide of his roaming large hands and the press of his plump lips to her feverish skin.
hinata comes again. and again. again.
she's too high to cry about it. gone in the mind.
.
the sun was setting. the air was crisp.
hinata was doing this for naruto. she loved him will all her heart. she would save them.
bracing herself, hinata lifted a shaky fist and knocked on the door.
on the other side of the door was their salvation.
.
'on your hands and knees.'
her eyes shoot open, and she flushes when she finds him stroking the proud, stiff jut in between the spread of his firm legs.
hinata blinks, dazed, and as she shuffles, she is made painfully aware of the stickiness squelching in between her thighs.
her face scrunches into a grimace and she has to stop with trying to move because she is sore.
slowly, her wits are coming back to her.
hinata can’t recall how she’d been out, since her last orgasm, since he came in her.
'what?'
he is sat on his heels across her, there is a sheen of sweat on his skin as he fists his hardness and his dark eyes trained on her, are as intense and piercing as ever.
'it's going to take more than one try.’ he elaborates, almost off handedly, his voice deep and hoarse from all the grunting and growling from before this. ‘besides I said one night. one night with you for this. we've still got hours.'
hinata swallows thickly but nods, tearing her gaze away from him to sit herself up.
he's correct.
'okay.'
on shaky limbs, she arranges herself as he instructed and he settles behind her.
hinata shudders down to her bones when he palms her ass, fondling and spreading the flesh apart.
inside, her heart continues to lurch as it has been. she tries not name the sensation crawling all over her, eating her up, engulfing her like the hot flush lighting over every inch of her heated skin.
he holds her in place with his large palm at the base of her spine and aligns himself at her entrance, rubbing at her sticky slits with the hot head of his shaft, and hinata starts to feel like she’s one push away from crumbling over herself.
'please…’ she begs him through the curtain of her hair, shaking he head and sniffling. her tears fell over her tightly clasped fists. ‘don’t.’
he is quite, but he listens.
he braces a hand beside hers and covers her body with his. his free arm comes around her waist and he presses his lips to her nape as his front melds seamlessly into her back.
when he slips in, slow and grueling and cruelly languid, she gasps into the sheets and clutched at them for her dear life, back arching as her lips fell open in a breathless pant.
it's one thing she could relish about in this position.
he doesn't have to see the faces she's making. and she doesn't have to hold back or pretend either.