when the sun comes up... I'll let you go

by onefortheluna

Summary:

hinata took her clothes off for uchiha sasuke, her husband’s best friend and rival.
 
hinata spread her legs for uchiha sasuke, her husband’s best friend and rival.

at the peak of her orgasm, hinata cried out for uchiha sasuke, her husband’s best friend and rival.

one time. three times. five time. more.

but it was okay.

naruto didn’t have to know.
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she was doing this for naruto. she loved him with all her heart. she would save them.

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this is essentially a very angsty, very smutty sasuhina story that revolves around infidelity and pregnancy and well lots of nasty, good sex.

Notes:

this is possibly going to be pretty confusing to read. it shifts a lot from last to present, and there's a point where things kind of coincide and then branch out again. I can only hope that it's a smooth read the second time around if the first leaves you scratching your head.

that is to say, I have no explanation for myself about how this came to be. had a plot bunny that kept poking at me, begging to be written and I wrote it out.

this is essentially a very angsty, very smutty sasuhina story that revolves around infidelity and pregnancy and well lots of nasty, good sex. almost tagged this is as dead dove.

first time writting this ship. hope I did them justice.

listened to jessica mauboy while writing this. that's where the title came from.

anyways, that's enough for me. kudos, comment and have a nice day!

Chapter 1

Notes:

warnings include all stated in the tags.

namely: infidelity, mildly dubious sex, flash backs, a plethora of different sex scenes.

i

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 though 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.

Chapter 2

Notes:

I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this. I don't see why people should be telling me kill myself over Naruto fanfic. We live in a simple word. Don't like, don't read. Everything about this fic is in the tags. Please, do not waste your time or mine. Imagine how happy I get whenever I see I have a new comment only to see it's nothing but a pile of hate and bullshit. Not a good feeling.

That aside, to all the lovely people who read this and enjoyed, thank you! Thanks for making the kudos beat the comments 😭

(ps, to anyone who doesn't like how this is written in small letters, sorry to break it to you, but that's how the entire story is going to be. that's how I wrote it and that's how I'll post it.)

ii

 

hinata took her clothes off for uchiha sasuke, her husband’s best friend and rival.

hinata spread her legs for uchiha sasuke, her husband’s best friend and rival.

at the peak of her orgasm, hinata cried out for uchiha sasuke, her husband’s best friend and rival.

one time. three times. five time. more.

but it was okay.

naruto didn’t have to know.

.

it's two months later when her prayers are answered.

the faint spells, tummy cramp and constant fatigue is exactly what she knew it was.

'hinata,' sakura smiles at her at the hospital. 'you're pregnant!'

the girl smiles and touches her belly, feeling her heart expand with emotion.

she sniffles, joy and relief filling her inside.

'finally...'

.

hinata didn’t mean to lie there and fall asleep after that first time.

it was pitch black when she opened her eyes and she gasped when she realized she was still in his bed, in his arms, pressed to his firm chest.

they were both naked, legs tangled beneath the strewn sheets.

hinata wanted to scrambles out of his grasp when she realized this and put some distance between them, but her muscles ached and she was too sore to move too soon, too quickly.

she lifted her head from his chest, and her shifting stirred him into waking.

‘why didn’t you wake me?’

his eyes were sleepy, he blinked slowly.

idly, he reached out to brush her hair aside, tapping her forehead gently before he shrugged.

‘you looked peaceful sleeping.’

hinata clutched the sheets to her chest, lowered her gaze and shook her head.

‘you should’ve woken me.’

'I know.’

she didn’t bother asking him why he didn’t.

they both know why.

he held her and went back to sleep.

hinata tried to protest.

‘sasuke-kun...’ her palms pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge. ‘we can’t-‘

he stilled her motions with a soft press of his lips at her crown.

‘we can.’ his chest thrummed against her cheek and his voice was muffled against her hair. 'our time is not up.’

.

hinata adjusts into pregnancy just like she was born for it.

she glows and smiles and she hasn’t quite felt happy like this in her life.

her joy makes her shine like a beacon and naruto never fails to tell her just how amazing she is.

he's always around, close and near, looking after her, taking her on walks and keeping her company, gazing upon her with eyes filled with awe and admiration and love as she steadily becomes heavy while the life inside of her grows.

they’re sitting at the couch facing the balcony, in their home, watching the sun set. he’s touching her belly fondly.

'hinata, you're beautiful.'

she smiles for him.

'thank you, naruto-kun.'

his blue eyes shine when he looks at her and tells her, holding her face.

'i want lots of kids with you hinata. I love you.'

her eyes tear up and she nods.

'me too. I love you too.'

they share a gentle kiss.

this is perfect. her dream come true.

 

.

she left in the morning, when it was still a little blue outside. he saw her to the door.

hinata paused at the steps and turned to find him watching her.

she swallowed, tucked a strand behind her ear and tried for a convincing smile.

'I can’t thank you enough for this, sasuke-kun.’

his eyes flashed with emotion, but he said nothing as he tore his gaze away from her and looked off into the distance at first.

‘then don’t.’

his words hit her like a ton of bricks and weighed down on her more than the shame did all the way home.

.

hinata gives birth to a healthy baby boy with her hair and pale eyes.

they name him boruto.

hinata spends her days recovering in bed at their shared home, holding their son to her breast. naruto lingers and he watches all the while dreamily.

'he's just like you. adorable.'

hinata chuckles at this and smiles down at the eager babe in her arms.

'i think he has your appetite, naruto.'

he grins proudly.

'of course he does. that's my son right there.'

.

sasuke had gone on another long, dangerous mission.

her husband expressed that the dark haired nin has been extra moody and extra difficult recently, to reach and in attitude.

'something's clearly bothering him.’ he rubbed his face and sighed. the newly appointed hokage had never looked any more tired. ‘I just don’t get why he can’t talk to me, y’know?’

his distress bled into her and she couldn’t help but feel bad. one way or the other, it was possible that she was responsible for his friend's sour mood, though she couldn’t be entirely sure about this.

it wasn’t like his whole world revolved around her.

he had simply wanted one night from her.

maybe he had his own reasons for distancing himself. from his friend, from the village, from her ….

maybe.

hinata pushed down her guilt and shame to puts on a smile, a little glad that she at least had some good news to give him so he could take his mind off the more stressful things.

'naruto-kun, I’m pregnant.’

his blue eyes blinked dumbly and slowly, they watered.

and just like that, all else was forgotten.

he left his desk to get on his knees, touched her belly and let out a shaky breath.

'hinata, you’re pregnant. we’re gonna have a baby…’

her hand joined his and she nodded, feeling tears brim in her eyes.

'yes, naruto, we are.’

he hugged her, sobbed into her neck and she could at least feel slightly rested at how they were tears of joy, unlike hers.

.

boruto wants a little sister. naruto wants another baby to spoil.

hinata loves them both more than anything in the world combined.

she'd give her heart away for them.

giving her body up to grant them this is nothing.

.

she was on one of her walks when she decided to take a detour. hinata was on her own- her husband's hokage duties kept him very busy these days.

she heard from him that he’d come back so she went to check for his sake.

hinata knocked the door and waited with her hand on her stomach.

she tried to ignore the sense of de ja vu to the motion.

this time was different. she was here to simply check on him, nothing less, nothing more.

it took some time for it open.

his hair was unkempt. he had dark rings under his eyes. his skin was a sickly kind of pale. the faint outline of his ribs was prominent on his bare torso.

taking his state in, some of naruto’s words ran in her head.

he's pushing himself too hard, he’s not looking after himself at all, it’s like he doesn’t even care about himself anymore, I can’t lose him again hinata…

‘when was the last time you had anything to eat?’

she doesn’t expect him to answer her. he’s been quite this whole time. maybe, to his defense, it was because she hadn’t said a thing to him first- she was the one who visited him.

his voice was low and gravelly when he did speak.

‘three days ago.’

hinata had no intention of going inside when she came here.

she smiled.

'i'll make you something.’

hinata walked in and he didn’t protest.

in the end she could only make something simple. there wasn’t a lot in his pantry.

there was rice which she prepared first, and eggs and some veggies that had gone soft, but not bad.

she worked with what was there and fixed him a plate of some warm stir fry.

there was a dining table for two with mismatched chairs.

‘its not much but…'

he snapped his chopsticks into two.

‘thank you for the meal.’

hinata left him for a moment to clean around the house. nothing too strenuous.

she dusted his windows, gathered his dirty clothes to put aside and wash, made his bed- just to keep herself busy so her nerves could settle.

'what are you doing?’

hinata almost started and stilled when she found him looming at the doorframe, hand in his pocket.

'your room was messy.’ she retracted her hand from his sheets, face burning. ‘I’m… sorry.’

sasuke just stared at her, long and hard.

'you didn’t have to.’ he told her finally. ‘ you’re not my wife or anything.’

for some reason, his word stung, or was it his tone. regardless, she smiled and she nodded.

‘I know.’

silence filled the air again. he made a face. a mix between a frown and a scowl.

then he tore himself away from where he was rooted and walked off.

hinata felt like she could breathe again but the relief was short-lived. she would have to face him against anyways.

she found him washing the used dishes at the tiny sink when she emerged from the room. he was rather aggressive about it.

hinata settled next to him to help with drying. he could arrange them on his own later, when she left. she was much too short for those cabinets.

hinata studied the design of the plate she was wiping down closely.

'sasuke-kun. naruto-kun is worried about you.’

sasuke said nothing to this.

when she turned to regard him his eyes were trained on her belly.

hinata was five months along. even draped in layers fit for the chilly weather, the bump there was impossible to hide.

‘how is it?’ he asked her. ‘how are you… feeling?’

she rubbed her belly fondly.

‘It’s been good. he’s a bit… restless, sometimes.’

he continued to stare.

‘are you happy?’

hinata pondered and her lips stretched into a soft smile.

‘I am.’

he nodded, and got back to cleaning.

‘good.’

hinata lowered her gaze and resumed with drying the plate in her hands.

‘I wish for you to be happy too, sasuke-kun.’

hinata meant it from the bottom of her heart.

he said nothing to that.

.

hinata goes to see him again.

he opens the door for her. she strips without him having to tell her.

'please.'

his eyes are impossibly dark with desire for her already.

he lifts her by her rear and her legs come about his waist. he works his shirt off as he grinds into her against the door and she curls her fingers into his firm muscle.

his pants are shoved down in a haste to free his erection.

he slips into the tight, drippy heat in between her legs easily. she’s already ridiculously slick, clutching onto him to an almost maddening degree.

their breaths mingle, hot and labored as their bodies roll, as he fucks into her, as she bucks into him.

one silk strap at her shoulder falls flimsily, revealing one bouncing breast, and hinata shudders as she cards her fingers through his raven hair when he dips his head to latch onto the sensitive, stiff bud.

he pulls away with a pop, leaving her raw and pink, only to hook an elbow under her thigh and pepper the delicate skin at her throat with soft love bites that will fade when morning comes.

'i was starting to think you would never come back.'

he's talking too much.

putting her lips on his seems to be the only to shut him up.

.

when hinata came to her husband’s office with lunch, he was the last person she expected to see there.

'hinata!’ her husband perked up from his seat, striding towards her. ‘just in time!’

he greeted her with a kiss. she acknowledged sasuke with a tilt of her head but he pointedly looked away the moment naruto put his lips on her.

she tore her gaze away from the brooding uchiha and turned to address her husband.

'what’s going on?’

'i've been trying to invite teme here to our son’s first birthday party instead of going off on some suicide mission!’ he sighed exasperatedly, hand on his hips. ‘you try hinata, he won’t listen to me.’

hinata was flustered, standing there, holding the bento she prepared dumbly.

she wanted to know why he thought she of all people had the power to influence his decisions.

sasuke stood abruptly.

‘i’m done here.’

naruto reached for his elbow when he breezed past him.

‘teme, we’re not finished here.’

onyx met cerulean in a heated, charged glare off.

hinata held her breath. there was a crackle in the air and she wasn’t entirely sure they were pass breaking into a brawl right here , right now, the fact that they were at the hokage's office be damned.

hinata rushed to face her husband with her heart in her throat and placed a placating hand on his chest.

'naruto, maybe, if he doesn’t want to go, we shouldn’t force him.’

naruto piped down and blinked.

‘yeah. you’re right.’ he scratched the back of his head, the tips of his ear red. ’sorry teme.’

she could feel eyes burn holes into the back of her head before the feeling let and a sigh was let out.

‘it’s … whatever.’

.

hinata's mental health is weaker than she thought.

it's straining her in every way possible.

when she bleeds between her legs, she knows full well what it means.

sakura sees her through it. hinata begs her not to tell naruto. she hadn't told him yet. she'd had a feeling for only about a month. she wanted to be sure first but now...

sakura nods in understanding and suggests she rests.

'there is no rush.' her friend tells her. 'you and naruto are young. you've got time.'

she says. but she doesn't know what she knows.

.

the other day she looked again. maybe he was better now, she thought

things were looking so bright these days for them.

it was wishful thinking.

he got worse.

the same thing that made him sterile was killing him slowly from the inside out.

 

 

Notes:

i want to change the name of this. there was a line in this chapter that I really liked. I hope that's okay.

if this gets too trippy, this chapter follows two timelines again. the past in italics follows how things went after hinata reached out to sasuke. the present in regular text starts with hinata pregnant already.

also yes I changed borutos look. go fight a wall 🤷🏾♀️

Chapter 3

Notes:

it's been a long time coming me thinks, but it's finally here. the finally piece to this three-shot.

it's been a journey quite unlike I've experienced ever sharing this but I must say I'm happy for all the support that I got in between everything else. pushed myself to finally edit this even though I was starting to feel very heavy handed with it. to everyone who left nice words in the comment there, this one is for you.
thank you again, and i hope you like this one too.

i changed the title. the previous one was picked in a bit of a rush, this one fits it better I think.

i also don't have the luxury to hang around here today. will be turning off comments as soon as I can get online again.

trigger: character death

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sakura is wrong but she can’t blame her. 

her husband hasn’t had a medical check up in years and hinata dreads to know if it’s because he knows why.

they don't have time. 

she has a dream. naruto shares it with her too.

their first son changed him, grounded him.

he's almost always home now.

no matter how busy his job keeps him, he relishes in being a father more than anything.

a happy family, children, warmth.

three sons and three daughters. 

he tells her one night while he’s rocking boruto to sleep with dopey smile on his face and a shy flush on his whiskered cheeks- it’s what he wants most in the world. 

hinata would give him anything. hinata would give him everything.

she can give him this. she can. 

.

she falls into old habits again in her attempt to seek solace. or maybe is it escapism?

hinata distances herself and sits at the bench at night.

but she doesn’t cry. sasuke sits beside her as the night breeze blows by.

she tells him what she knows.

‘I just want to make him happy before he goes… I don’t know if this is enough.’

'it's more than enough.’

for the first time, she wishes her husband were a bit more like his dark haired counter part.

'no.’ she shakes her head. ‘it’s not.’

.

naruto is addled with piles of work. her son is in sakura’s care. 

hinata stumbles through his door with the rain.

he answers it, bereft of a shirt, his hair mussed, and he looks at her.

she’s soaked to the bone, shivering in the cold. in her rush, she out the first think she could find. it’s a flimsy white dress with nothing beneath and he can see everything. 

he tears his eyes way from her quivering chest to level her with an unreadable look. 

'it's late.’

‘yes.’

‘does he know you're here?'

'no.'

he tries to leave and shut the door but she grabs him.

'i need you.'

'you're delirious.'

she presses herself against him, rubs her heavy breasts against him, feels him through his sleeping slacks.

'you're hard.' her lips spoke at his neck. 'I know you want to sasuke-kun. let's not waste time.'

hinata moves without thinking.

she gets on her knees, retrieves him from his pants, takes him in her mouth.

he thrums against her tongue and throat and his eyes go impossibly dark.

hinata hopes to convince him this way. 

'is this enough?'

for a moment he only looks down at her.

the plush shape of her womanhood between the press of her thighs. the rosy protrusion of her nipples against her drenched dress. her pink, plump cum slick lips. his stiff cock in her tiny hands. 

he sinks his fingers into her hair, pulls her up and turns her around against the wall.

'it's more than enough.'

soft words, that brush the shell of her ear as he meld his front into her once he’s shed himself of his clothes before he peels her wet dress off of her body. 

but the way lifts her legs to her chest and fucks her hard and fast and impossibly deep against every surface that can possibly hold against the vigor of his thrusts is anything but.

they fuck in the shower where there is steam in the air everywhere. 

he says the last thing he needed was her going sick with a flu on him. 

she doesn't hide her moans. she doesn't hide her face. she kisses him the way she knows he likes.

all tangled, brushing tongues and mingling of spit. her teeth digging into the swell of his bottom lip, him suckling fervently on hers.

It’s filthy. It’s obscene. but it turns him on. keeps him impossibly hard, and stiff and ready to take her.

the more times he has her, the better the chances. 

they don't have the time. only until morning.

she has every intention to make the most of it.

he holds her hips and watches her press her palm into the taut ridges of his abdomen as she rides him while the sun comes up.

'you've changed.'

he tells her, idly stroking her clit above where they are joined.

hinata shuts her eyes to block off his intense gaze and holds back a shudder.

'i know. but I still love him.'

he leaves her sensitive clit to slip his fingers into her mouth and makes her taste their mixed juices.

'of course you do.'

.

hinata had experienced the joy of pregnancy with her first child and she had experienced the worst of it with her first miscarriage.

she decided the crippling pain that came with the latter was nothing she ever wanted to experience again. 

she was almost certain going through the first again is what she needed to get over her loss.  

so hinata braced the rains and went to him again.

and one more time when all the tests she piled up at home returned negative. and one more time when sakura shook her head with an apologetic smile at the hospital.

just one last time, she would tell the girl in the mirror whenever she slipped on garments made of sheer lace onto the curves of her body whenever her husband was too busy to make it home at night.

just one last time, she would tell him when he kept her in his bed past sun rise even as she steadily leaked his essence from between her legs while he shuddered and grunted hoarsely into her throat as she stroked him to prepare him for their next round.

.

hinata brings to the world three sons and three daughters. 

all barely a couple of years apart. all dark haired. all pale eyed. 

no-one questions anything. maybe her genes are just stronger. 

they grow into excellent children.

naruto is happy. her family is happy. she is happy.

hinata has no regrets.

this is her dream come true.

.

It was hinata who put a stop to their affair when her husband became too sick to leave home for work.

she only came over to tell him this, but somehow they ended up tangled in his bed once again.

hinata sat up, mind in a state of disarray as she tried to look for her clothes.

'he needs me.’ she mumbled almost listlessly. ‘I need to go.’

there was a rustle as he stood from the bed before he strode over to embrace her from behind.

‘not yet.’

his lips worked on there neck and her knees went weak. she had to cling to the muscle of his arm to stay upright. 

'sasuke...’ his hands slipped beneath the band of her underwear and she gasped at the first stroke. ‘please,'

he held her tighter and shook his head, raven locks tickling the side of her face.

hinata head fell back against his chest and she helplessly looked up at him through her heavy lids and stuttered on her breath as he pumped his fingers in and out of her and caressed her stiff clit.

'one last night.’ he looked deep into her glazed eyes. 'when the sun comes…i’ll let you go.’

hinata fought back the tears in her eyes, closed her eyes and nodded for him and then he kissed her. 

.

later, she will think about how naruto’s passing came in a perfect time, in the perfect way for him.

she loses him in his sleep but she cannot be sad, or mad- hinata just feels numb.

the world is blanketed in a haze of grey as the ceremony commences as heavy clouds hang above the leaf village.

the funeral is a small affair. just close friends and family. 

he is there. clad in black as always like a phantom, except this time around, that’s the uniform.

he stays when everyone else goes and then it is just the two of them. 

they find shelter and watch the rain fall.

she thinks of what to say at a time like this, what they could talk about after everything. 

'I'm pregnant again.’

silence.

hinata presses on.

‘no-one knows this.’

silence.

her throat feels tight.

‘naruto is gone.’ 

silence.

she lets out a shuddering breath and touches her belly over her mourning garbs.

'i don’t know if I’ll keep it.’

silence. again. 

she turns to him. he’s staring ahead, quiet, silent, his hair in his face. 

'sasuke-kun.’ she says his name, her voice dry from crying all night. ‘I think if you want to restore your clan… I can-'

it happens so quickly.

he captures her face in his hand and silences her with a kiss.

hinata knows she should push him away.

this is inappropriate. it has always been inappropriate. but on a day like this, at a time like this- her husband just died. his best friend just died.

she tries to push at his chest, but he’s strong, too strong and for a moment, she is weak to his ministrations, unable to resist, melting, sinking even.

it is grief that makes her like this. and maybe something else. something that had to do the with the coiling simmer in the pit of her belly, something that had to do with the rapid beating of her heart.  

something she will not name.

this train of thought is what sobers her completely.

‘sasuke, no-‘ she wrenches her head to the side and tries to push him away with her shaky fists. he grips her hips to pull her flush to him and devours the smooth length of her throat. ‘we shouldn’t- please!’

his eyes are fiery when he rips himself off of her.

if looks could kill…

hinata steels herself and shakes her head. 

‘we can’t do this anymore.’

she can’t help how her voice quivers. 

he stares her down, still holding her face. long and hard and dark.

then he releases her and steps back.

his eyes lower to her belly.

‘that child is mine.’

hinata touches her belly and nods, sniffling with a small smile.

the others are hers and naruto’s… but this one-

‘yes.’

he swallows audibly.

‘alright.’

he asks her, how far a long is she. four months, maybe, she tells him. she isn’t very sure herself.

she really hasn’t told anyone. not sakura. not her children. not even naruto knew.

the only thing she had to go by is the last time they… were together.

he processes this wordlessly.

the silence stretches for a moment.

‘I cannot restore my clan by myself.’ he tells her.

hinata can only look at her feet. ‘I know.’ 

‘It will need a mother.’

'I know.’ she says sadly, fingers curling over the swell of her belly. ‘I’m sorry.’

he gives her one last lingering look before he turns to leave.

hinata stops herself from reaching for the end of his cloak.

‘where will you go?’

'somewhere far away. away from this.’ he says. ‘I will be back when the time comes.’

sasuke waits for a moment. maybe she will tell him to stay. maybe she will change her mind.

hinata nods. she smiles.

a sad, wry stretch to her lips.

'good luck, sasuke-kun. thank you, for everything. and sorry, for everything.’

he leaves with her last goodbye timing in his head and painful pang resonating in his chest. 

she tries to muffle her cries into her palms when she thinks he’s gone for good.

sasuke sighs where he is pressed against a wall out of sight and closes his eyes to fight back the persistent sting in his own eyes. 

.

the whole village mourned the news of his death.

hinata comforted her children, and then, when they had gone to sleep, she distanced herself and sat on her bench.

that night, she cried. that night, he was there to hold her. that night, he kissed her.

hinata was in a lot of pain and there was a lot of sorrow in her. 

she needed some of it gone for a moment so she pressed into him as tears stream down her face endlessly, she kissed back and clung onto him like he was her lifeline.

.

the night he leaves, there is a woman dressed in a dark kimono with a straw hat on her head at the gates waiting for him.

her dark hair is drawn to a bun at her nape, giving way to the moonlight pale skin of her neck.

he pauses as he nears, and he knows who it is before he sees her lilac eyes when she lifts her head.

she meets him halfway, geta clicking against pavement all the while. 

he thinks he’s envisioning a mirage from one of his pipe dreams until she speaks. 

‘sasuke-kun.’

a lot of emotions swirl in him at once but he is aware he needs to be level headed.

‘what are you doing here?’

she looks down, holds her belly. the jut there is slight, but noticeable in her attire.

'I realized, I cannot give birth here.’ she explains to him, a little sheepish. ‘maybe it’s better if I come with you.’

sasuke wants to accept this, but this turn of events is too good to be true for him. 

'are you sure?’

hinata lifts her head and nods.

‘yes.’ in all the times he’s known her, she’s never sounded any more certain. 'it will only be for a while. until the baby is here.’

this is what she tells him.

'alright.’

they leave the village together.

her children miss her but they are old enough to understand she needs time on her own to grieve. her friends worry over her but they surmise that some time away is what she really needs.

they expect her to be gone for a month to gather herself.

maybe two. three at most.

except, hinata hyuuga never returns.

neither does uchiha sasuke.

.

their daughter is born an a spring day, she comes with a thin shower of rain in march.

in her they see bits of themselves and pieces of someone that they used to know.

she is eager as a child, with her mother’s gentleness, her father’s strength, both her parent’s eyes and when she grows up, she wants to be the next hokage.