By: Chocolate Carnival
2020
Fandom: Naruto
Genre: Dark Eroticism, Canon Setting, Romance, Clan culture,
Post War, Oneshots, SasuHina Month 2021,
Pairing: 団扇 佐助||Uchiha Sasuke,日向 陽向 || Hyūga Hinata
Hello Again, My Honeys!
I apologize this is so late, but I've been stuck writing essays and so many tests over the last week that I haven't had the time to edit part 3 of my SasuHina month contribution. I hope my honeys can forgive me!
Anyways, this is a special one today...MA rated YAY! So please enjoy my loves! Also a warning for those who do not like MA rated pieces, please do not read. The warning have been given right here.
Day 5
Prompt: Heirs of a Clan / Queen of the Garden
Rating: MA
苅萱: Taindra Grass
「8月5日」
Whisper quiet and unassumingly languid, light but fleetfooted steps tread a familiar path towards the forgotten Clan lands situated just East of Konohagakura no Sato. There was a time the Uchiha District was considered the bane of the entire village, its bloodied history and bitter connotation deliberately altering the peaceful view of a new, peace-inaugurated, city.
For its thirty-year-old inheritor however, the forgotten domain was a beloved link to the past he refused to forsake. Regardless of the tragedy clinging to its derelict walls and crumbling reputation, Uchiha Sasuke was well aware it would cost him a lot less pain to simply cast the accursed compound into oblivion than seek its redemption.
Yet, tapping into that familiar, addictive, entanglement of hellfire and rage would only negate the valiant path of salvation he chose to walk since the end of the Fourth Great Shinobi War. It quickly and quietly became an emotional fortress he desperately wanted to restore, a venture not only he but his loving wife took on whenever the heaviness of guilt-induced wanderlust forced him to transverse a path throughout several dimensions and unknown, untrodden, land for the sake of protecting his family.
Everytime Sasuke crossed mon painted walls and indigo jirushi-embroidered banners on his way home, he couldn't help but marvel at the progress his little Hime eked from the fertile district gardens, newly inaugurated homes filling once abandoned streets and an ever-busy bakery growing steadily on the edge of Market Lane.
Hinata had gone from Heiress to disowned, to Heiress…to Uchiha Matriarch in the space of nineteen years. A sequence of events the Sasaukage never once heard his Beloved complain about in the following decade they were together as a couple.
Never once did he regret agreeing to the mission that changed everything between them, his very being eternally grateful her pure Byakugan saw through the howling agony still instilled in his heart and found something worthy of love and devotion despite his shadowed regret.
Uchiha Hinata became the love of his life in the short span of two summers, their interaction having been limited to brief hawk-exchanged messages during his travels in the beginning and a slow-growing attraction that looked passed the more damaged, broken, parts of themselves towards the promised future.
Hinata was his pillar of stability in those salvation-filled days, an otherworldly goddess he wished to protect and observe from the shadows.
Yet, his silent ambition lasted only up to the day her brilliant insight noticed his stoic obsession and quiet admiration from the shadows before bravely broaching the distance he, himself, was too terrified to tread.
It was during that vivid first meeting of their blessed eyes: incredibly on the surface of the moon, in the winter-cold destruction of its sanctity and Ōtsutsuki-madness, a spray of protective blood, desperation and otherworldly chakra; that fate took pity on their mutual agony and ignited a deeply kindred cognizance between them.
Politics of the Five Nations notwithstanding, they were bound, soul-to-soul, less than five months later at the behest of an ancient decree, nervous Hokage Council and weary Hyūga Clan Head shifting irritably behind them.
Their start may not have been as romantic and encompassing as many a lonely child dreamed of experiencing all their life, especially considering the Hyūga Clan bitterly ousted their Heiress in favour of her more skilled sister. Yet, neither Sasuke or Hinata would exchange the current outcome of their marriage in favour of someone else.
The forsaken and fragmented pieces of themselves had finally found meaning and understanding in one another, their very souls intimately twined not only through the bonds of their love but the conception and birth of their five-year-old son. It was—.
Breathing a quiet sigh to escape the spiralling thread of his thoughts, a single onyx orb scanned the early-eventide gloam regardless of the humid heat sticking shoulder-length bangs to the nape of his neck.
Sasuke felt unbearably stifled in the folds of his cloak, the rushing wind doing little to sweep aside heavy raven bangs carefully concealing an otherworldly Rinnegan glow from sight as he quietly snuck past several ANBU patrols sweeping the village border for intruders.
The Last Uchiha refused to be out-skilled by the Dobe's riffraff staff, a graceful lope hurrying across the last, insignificant, distance towards home as he drew several ragged breaths into heaving lungs. He almost couldn't believe three months had passed since he last saw his beautiful Hinata, since he last soothed the fragmented pieces of himself in the welcoming clasp of her arms and—.
A heady thread of longing was already whispering of heat and urgency in the pulse of his blood, the line of age drawn in the corner of his visible onyx orb slightly less pronounced in his hurry as a flurry of dust and mud and rustling leaves barely stirred at his long gait.
The grime of the road was not shy in dirtying the hem of his trousers, otherworldly filth and grime from several dimensions encrusting grubby black sandals as weary features scanned the isolated Uchiha District seeming to call to him in the distance. It carried with it the scent of wintersweet stardust, bravely budding wisteria blooms and his wife's encompassing, empress-leaf, peonies.
The traditional garden coming into focus was gleaming in a multihued miasma, the Uchiha Compound's most significant residence rising imposingly from the expanding twilight silence as a polished mahogany engawa flimmered with carefully placed stone lanterns and artificial fire-light.
Uchiha Hinata ruled the lands here as a dignified sovereign, their private garden veritably prostrate at her authentic skill and coaxing caress. Enough so, that the thirty-year-old found it difficult to look away from the jaw-dropping beauty.
Unable to contain the satisfied quirk of his lips as he finally crossed the threshold into their private oasis, Sasuke boldly stuck his hand between the leaves of a climbing tomato plant against the side of the house to pluck a perfectly ripe love apple for himself.
Hinata was well aware of his fondness for tomatoes, growing the fruit specifically for his pleasure as he hummed happily at the delightful sunkissed aroma clinging to vivid carmine flesh.
The hair-prickling sensation of an active Byakugan observing his every move didn't even still his wilful trespass.
A flash of pearly teeth sunk into its giving softness without second thought, the elite Sasaukage nonchalantly tracking the sound of their eight-tatami banquet hall shoji snapping open behind him as the sound of delicate okobo geta slid purposely towards his back.
"S-stealing my tomatoes a-again are you, h-honourable-husband?" An otherworldly cottontail hummed, her eyes as luminous and gentle as the moon as the sharp onyx-slate of his left eye followed the exotic waterfall of coloured silk conforming sensually to sinfully sinuous curves.
Hinata was only partially veiled in a cascade of gossamer turquoise, blue spring skies and gold brocade; the expensive windflower silk of her open kimono delicately embroidered with marigold threads, white summer cranes, a possessive carmine and white uchiwa fan and weeping, wisteria, petals dancing on the wind.
It was impossible not to drop his pilfered treat in surprise, the now spoiled sphere rolling forsakenly by his feet as he spun on his heel to draw in the sight of her for the first time in months.
"Fuck!" Sasuke swore, heart thumping painfully in the confines of his chest as he swore not even the resurrection of the Mother of All Chakra could make him look away. His dearest Byakugan Hime stepped down the engawa with no obi or nagajuban, only her feminine serenity, evocatively bared sensuality and vivid ametrine eyes—.
"H-Hinata," Swaying hypnotically to the whims of the wind, all Sasuke could see was a coloured kimono draped evocatively over delicately rounded shoulders, long bell sleeves falling forward to conceal the perfect cut of her fingernails and miles and miles of flawless skin bared between the gaps of the parted lapel.
Shit.
The instinctive spiral of his Sharingan flared a brilliant carmine in the night, tamoes languidly completing several rotations to sear the erotic image of her beauty permanently in the back of his eyelids.
The sensual peak of her nipples were quick to harden beneath the intensity of his gaze, pebbled nubs noticeably indenting expensive silk as a sharp sanguine orb eagerly followed the bareness of flesh trailing from the erotic dip of his Hime's flawless collarbone to the bared valley of her breasts.
Accentuating the soft, motherly, curve of her stomach and thighs, he could not deny that she was as lovely as the first time he took her. With flaring hips and pale, pale, legs riveting his sole attention to the thatch of neat indigo curls situated just above the petal protrusion of her Venus mound.
"Hinata," Sasuke swallowed again, not even having the current presence of mind to ask after the shy but mischievous bundle of their genes she probably just put to bed. He was fighting a swiftly losing battle against the mere thought that someone else may catch sight of them and intrude on their privacy.
The thirty-year-old wanted nothing more than to enclose his wife in the broadness of his chest, to have her spread on the silks of their futon — writhing in need and—.
"I'm home," He growled softly, one-handedly undoing the clasp of his cloak as he hurriedly crowded his wife several steps back into their home. The brief scent of her and tomatoes lingered on his tongue, a lithe hundred-and-fifty-three-centimetre frame moulding itself exquisitely against his front as delicate hands rose to clasp at the wisteria-silk of his waistcoat.
Her quietly breathed 'welcome home' preceded a kiss pushing her on the tips of her toes and bodily pulled him to her. Sasuke's only arm scrambled to hoist her more securely against his chest as he instinctively buried his nose in the soft scent of O'furo warmed skin and damp indigo locks. He wondered desperately what nothing but her skin and kimono silk would feel like against him...
"Ren?" Sasuke barely managed to croak, voice hoarse with desire and breathless need as he marvelled at the shortened but delightful sway of dark, stratos-blue, hair. Hinata cut it whilst he was away, he noted. The razor straight edge was tickling the bridge of his nose as he wilfully parted his lips against the plush juncture of her shoulder and neck.
"Invited to the Y-Yamanaka's for a s-sleepover." Hinata replied equally consumed, flushing momentarily at the distinctly growing hardness trapped between their close proximity as her husband offered a single, understanding, nod before reaching down to clasp her hand in a flare of impatience.
"Hn." Was his only reply, the hidden meaning of 'I finally get you to myself' inferred by the arrogant curl of his lips as a near-tangible desire swirled to the surface of his Sharingan. Hinata could only follow wherever he led, never once expecting her greeting him practically undressed would sear such a heady flare of starlight carnality in the surface of his skin.
Either way, the Uchiha Matriarch refused to complain…especially not when the usual stoic blankness marking her husband features slowly melted away to display a fiery passion he so often concealed for the sake of apathetic control.
She absolutely adored drawing his heart to the fore whenever they had a moment to themselves.
. . .
Sasuke knew they wouldn't make it the seven-room distance to their master suite on the other side of the house, a blaze of fire and kindling instantly ignited deep in the recesses of his soul as the raven-haired shinobi growled deeply in the back of his throat.
Soft arms were desperately hooking around the back of his neck to claim her territory, large twin mounds meshed sinfully against the curve of his chest as the thick fabric of his waistcoat did little to conceal the mesmerising prick of erect nipples.
The sensation skittered like lightning through his veins, the fingerless-gloved palm of his right hand tipping a shyly lowered chin towards him so he could mould their mouths in a duelling caress. His wife, as always, tasted of soft moonlit rays, calming chamomile tea and spearmint nostalgia; her very being bowing to him in supplication as long fingers clawed desperately at the bow of his shoulders.
"Sasuke," Hinata whined tremulously, neither of them seeming to possess an ounce of patience to make it past the banquet hall's fifth tatami. Her back bowed against woven bamboo less than a second later, a strong arm lowering her gently on the floor beneath them before his right hand settled possessively on the curve of her hip.
Gently tracing manicured fingertips along the vulnerable, dismembered, scar of his left arm however; Hinata purred lovingly at her Beloved's consuming handsomeness despite his own misgiving about his mandarin-shirt's empty dove-grey sleeve.
There was no need for them to speak to further iterate their love, years spent by each other's sides perfectly communicating their howling impatience and yearning emptiness simply with the hitch of their breaths and skittering touches.
Finally, finally they could be united once more…filled and captivated equally—.
Hooking a bare thigh over Sasuke's left hip, Hinata hauled the raven-haired Uchiha down so their foreheads could press together in a brief reprieve.
The humid brush of his tongue against her lower lip was decidedly impatient however, resuming their luscious entanglement and quietly mingling breaths. Neither of them had the presence of mind to notice the world threatening to burn to ash beyond their intimacy.
Dextrous fingertips were already reaching forward to undo the buttons of Sasuke's formfitting wisteria waistcoat, his tongue and teeth against her neck igniting a scorching path of fire low in the cradle of Hinata's thighs as she moaned delightfully pleased at her Beloved's skill in turning her senses inside-out.
Weaving like gossamer and silver between them, the Patriarch's heavy chakra curled like a cloak of protection around them. Hinata was openly revelling in the familiar sensations, sculpted frame pushing her further into the tatami mat as a falling kimono exposed her to a ravenous, dual-coloured, gaze.
"So beautiful," Sasuke moaned appreciatively, forcing himself to part from the salvation of her lips so he could draw a much-needed breath into heaving lungs. His baritone reverberated like smouldering lust in the depths of his throat, not a single sign of displeasure or scowl marring his features as his darling wife lifted gentle fingers to hook a tumble of heavy raven bangs behind his left ear.
"T-there you are." She hummed. "I've missed you."
Sasuke smirked knowingly, the solemn flicker of his gaze filled with sympathetic understanding as the simmering fire of their passion wavered only momentarily to make way for a sensual tranquillity. Her love always gave him such peace…put his raging anxieties at ease…as he lost himself in her accompanying warmth.
A soft smile kissing the corner of his lips stretched as he lifted his palm from the tatami beside her head where it worked to counterbalanced his weight.
"Breathe, Anata. I'm here." He promised, a black combat glove tugged from his right hand with a flash of feral canines. The thirty-year-old Patrairch knew exactly what the sight did to his wife, those moonlit-lily orbs darkening instantaneously in rapturous response.
Pupiless irises hooded amorously behind long stratos lashes, the former Hyūga shifting restlessly against her husband's hips to rub herself on the clothed erection straining the front of his shinobi pants. She was whining in frustration, a delicate dusting of pink settling across the bridge of her nose as an amused but strained Uchiha chuckle squeezed the very breath from her lungs.
The anticipated entanglement of their bodies was driving her insane, its curling fire simply not near enough to quench the fire between her thighs as elegant fingers skimmed a perfectly controlled Gentle Fist chakra-sharpened forefinger to cut through the cotton of Sasuke's long-sleeved grey shirt.
The incredulous raise of his brow was tinged with amusement, neither of them seeming to care about the fact that she'd eventually be the one fixing the damage she wrought as she pushed the ruined fabric from the Sasaukage's shoulders along with his wisteria waistcoat. Where his cloak or shoes ended up earlier, neither had a clue.
Hinata couldn't help but tug a bottom lip between her teeth at the handsome sight he made: pale skin, scarred but eternally beautiful, lithely strong and sculpted beneath the flicker of several oil-candles she lit before his arrival. Dark as midnight hair, a feral mess of curls kissing the base of his neck and cheek, accentuated the single, rebellious, lock escaping from behind his ear to tumble between smooth black brows.
It did little to distract her from the scorching fire of his heterochromic gaze, the languid rotation of a brilliant Sharingan and stilled, but equally devasting, six-tamoed, Rinnegan; pushing and pulling at her very soul like the moon did the tides.
Tenderly pushing the towering height of his hundred-and-eighty-six-centimetre frame back to sit on his haunches, luscious peony lips lowered instinctively to press a brand of adoration on the frantic beat of his heart. Sasuke was her everything, his arm coming up to lay soothingly around the bareness of her back as she turned her head to assess the bandaged end of his lost left arm.
Newly cut shoulder-length asymmetrical locks swayed forward to tickle the sensitive scar tissue still present on his skin, a tender love planting several kisses on his valiant sacrifice in worshipful compassion as she smiled softly at his gentling expression…so deeply lovingly that he gave her the entire world simply by being unashamedly himself in the vulnerability of their intimacy.
Soul of her soul, mind of her mind, supplicant in the garden of her desire; Hinata could no longer hold back her loving words as she carded gentle fingertips through the soft mass of his raven hair.
Pulling her Beloved back to her for an intimate kiss, a deep moan resounded from the coaxing of his tongue as Sasuke wasted no time in mercilessly plundering her mouth and stoking the hellfire passion growing, soul-bright, in the depths of their veins.
Beneath her, a sensual turquoise kimono, now dropped from her shoulders and spread on the floor like a blanket; hosted a distinct patch of ardent wetness. The dewy glitter of her arousal smeared tellingly against the front of Sasuke's trousers as he drove forward, expertly eking a desperate moan of impatience from peony lips as his clothed erection ground intimately between the apex of her thighs.
Hinata couldn't take it anymore, boldly reaching down to fumble with the low-hanging white belt and buckle of his pants before undoing the zipper and easing a deliciously hard cock from its cotton imprisonment. The brush of air leaving his lungs at her restrictive squeeze was a telling treat, pulling a soothing smile across the Matriarch's lips as she bowed back momentary to brush a kiss to the centre of his brow.
Her airy 'more' was what undid the last of Uchiha sanity, a lingering growl of frustration swiftly pushing her on her back as the thirty-year-old dug needy teeth into the soft flesh of a bared neck and earringless lobe.
"Hinata." Sasuke hissed in frustration, unable to hold himself back as he bent forward to capture a dusky nipple between impatient lips. He was rocking into her touch, still undulating and squeezing him in a delicate rhythm solely meant to drive him to insanity.
Moonbright and sweet, Hinata's taste exploding across his senses like a rumble of thunder as the tip of his tongue finally, finally, lathed a succulently swollen bud with the attention he so worshipfully wanted to bestow upon it the moment he saw her.
Impatient fingertips were trailing a sensual path of fire down the valley of her breast, feminine-soft stomach jumping erotically at his touch before he slid knowing digits over the kiss of her curls and into the depths of her swollen sex.
His darling Hime was so wet for him, her colourless nectar a slippery accompaniment slicking his fingers as her body readied itself to receive without question. His mind was practically spinning at the implication, a reverberating moan growling deep in the back of his throat as a single breath did little to fill the quiver of his lungs.
Her palm rising to tangle through his hair and push his head harder against the perk of her breasts, only made things more difficult. He couldn't complain however, everything inside him was on fire with her desperate writhing…burning his very awareness to ash as he willingly laid his soul at her feet.
"Sasuke…p-please! I-I c-can't—." It was the breathy incompleteness of her cry that broke him, one hand threading impatiently through the raven lush of his locks as the other guided them to align their hips. The curl of her thigh brushing the tip of his erection against her weeping slit, swiftly incinerated him from the outside in.
She was so hot, so wet…so sinfully tight—.
It was simply too much, the Uchiha Patrairch shivering in pleasure as he surged forward to stake his claim. The slide of his cock was giving and smooth, blood pounding like fire in his veins as he throbbed impatiently at the sporadic tightening and loosening of her cunt once he was inside.
Hinata's trembling moan of satisfaction in response was terribly loud, a lewd melody echoing deliciously in his ear as her legs instantly spread to accommodate the considerable length and girth of him even deeper than before.
Regardless of Sasuke hoping to offer her a change to adjust to his considerable size after the time they were separated, his indigo-haired goddess decided the howling ache and pleasure of him was too good. Her torso arching impatiently against his chest and breathy cry made sure to egg him on further, a delighted quiver at the fulness of him urging her to move and reclaim what was solely theirs for eternity.
Sasuke couldn't think or breathe, the beautiful Matriarch of his Clan impossibly tight and scorching hot around him and growing even more so with every passing second. She was practically gushing around him, her expression arrested in delight, her very soul enchantingly pleased as it ebbed and rose against him with unmasked carnality.
Lidding mismatched Sharingan-Rinnegan irises in consuming rapture, Sasuke felt himself succumb to the otherworldly pleasure she so graciously gifted.
He was losing himself in the desperate clasp of her insides, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he swiftly settled back on his thighs and guided Hinata back into his lap.
Easing his cock back into her swollen slit, his wife practically wailed at the new and more tender angle.
"Shit!" The Sasaukage swore, the new angle sheathing him even deeper than before as a sweaty forehead came to rest against his shoulder and a low moan of delight penetrated his senses. The thirty-year-old was flirting with the edge of her cervix, the head of his cock long and heavy enough to punch the very breath from her lungs with every overwhelming thrust as he never once stilled his hips.
This was Hinata's favourite position, powerful thrusts bouncing her continually in his lap as he simultaneously eased the strain and difficulty on her back and his one-armed disability. Babbling near-incoherent sentences of love and devotion against his shoulder, Sasuke was all too pleased with the airy cries begging him to 'never stop'.
He wasn't planning to, reality spiralling away from around them as the stoking need inside built and built to an uncontrollable tightness in the pit of his stomach. She was so flexible and tight, bending however he wanted as her every reciprocated undulation drove Sasuke that much closer to losing himself completely.
Their initial round was tinged with far too much pleasure and fulfilment, he hissed. Swaying the two of them on a pendulum towards completion far too quickly as his Beloved wailed and cried and sobbed in tandem to his heaving breaths.
Though their lovemaking may no longer possess the edge of youthful vigour when they were just married and new to sex, it had been too long since they last indulged as Sasuke reeled at the rhythmic tightening of his wife and the glitter of pleasure/pained tears clinging to the corner of indigo lashes.
The sight was too much, the world seeming to freeze as a ringing howl shattered the night. His sensual cottontail convulsed and he groaned, her painful tightening snapping through his spine like lightning as a ragged moan slipped from his lips before he had a chance to silence his increasingly ragged responses.
It was too good, his blood roaring deafeningly in his ears as a sudden and unexpected slam of his hips drove him to the hilt over and over and over again. His vision was whiting-out in rapture, a rush of euphoric endorphins shuddering through him as he finally let go.
He painted his beloved's insides pearly white as much as her own colourless nectar burst forth over his low riding pants and groin.
Never once did he give in to the howling screech of oversensitivity however, the Uchiha determined to draw out the shuddering intensity of their climax for longer that was necessary as he willing parted his lips to accept a filthy, open-mouthed, kiss entangling their tongues.
He decided long ago that he would never let the treasure in his arms go, muscles straining momentarily as he lowered them down onto the spread of a crinkled kimono so they could simply bask in each other's presence for a few minutes.
They were far from finished; he knew. He just wanted to lose himself in the vivid satisfaction and insatiable desire already calling out to him again for a little longer.
Their quick and passioned release may have surprised him, yet he knew it was not enough to satisfy either of their consuming thirst. Now that they had a taste, once more, of the delight that kept them alive and content; neither would be satisfied with one or two rounds that night.
It was a good thing, he supposed, that Ren was not there. His Okaa-san certainly threw herself as wholeheartedly into pleasure as she did her love, the boy of eight was just a bit young to catch his shinobi trained parents in the act. Though, Sasuke couldn't deny the times he so enjoyed her with the possibility of being discovered.
It seemed to light a fire in his beloved, an element of the forbidden that drowned the both of them with its promises.
"Let's move this to the bed, Anata." The Patriarch hummed, absentmindedly shedding the last of his clothes as he headed in the direction of their room unbothered by his nakedness or the shy but determined footsteps trailing happily behind him.
It was good to be home, he decided.
Only the light of the dark was permitted witness to their consuming passion and ardor, his Fae Queen slipping open the shoji portal to their private garden sanctuary outside that bloomed with peonies, wisteria, camellia and soft summer bouquets in enriched moonlight.
And their futon, silver-tinged and silken, was laid out in the light of several oil candles with a tray of cold tea and okaka onigiri — to welcome him home.
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