"You don't buy eggs?" Hinata asked eyes shining something between disbelief and concern. She even opened the fridge again, as if to confirm a third time, her own eyes and my confirmation just not being quite enough evidence to believe such an outlandish claim.

My eyes combed her body as she did.

Fuck, what was it about the sight of a little woman in a big shirt? Almost like a dress but just sooo tantalizingly loose. She'd been embarrassed to put on the charcoal top of mine, but I sure as hell wasn't going to have her walking around in one of those pink bathrobes. Hinata wasn't eager about that either.

"Why don't I make us some pancakes instead, hm?" one of my hands came to her shoulder, squeezing and massaging halfheartedly as I spoke. It didn't work. She broke the contact thoughtlessly, squatting down to look at the lower shelves of my pantry while shaking her head with an amused smile.

"You can't make pancakes without eggs Sasuke,"

"We have a box of mix,"

Lord, the look of abject horror that replaced that smile.

It was too cute to resist leaning down and nibbling on her soft little lips for just a minute, tickling them enough to have a smile on her face when she pulled back at least. Not to mention those mesmerizing pink cheeks. "I usually just eat some fruit for breakfast. Do you want to sit on my lap and eat some fruit with me?"

The smile remained as I slipped an arm around to hold her.

"I-I'll cut some up!" she suggested, pulling away and pulling at the various drawers.

"If you insist," I relented. It seemed like a lot less work on my guest than actually cooking something, I'd chalk this up to a victory. Watching her hum as she worked lent to that feeling. Almost as much as when we actually made it to the couch, after I had that wide, soft, perfect ass right there on my thighs.

Yeah, that was a victory.

The way it brought our faces so intimately close together was pretty great too. The way she had to try so hard to avoid making eye contact, or even just looking and reminding herself that I was staring while I munched on the apple slices. The view only got better whenever I took a moment to hold one up to her mouth, watching her all but inhale it, pulling the sweet fruit entirely into her mouth and shutting her lips firmly as she chewed.

It really was like feeding a skittish little animal.

"You are so fucking cute," I growled into her ear, my other hand scratching at her back gently, an effort to not wind her up too tightly just yet. It was so damn addictive to play her body like this. To redden her cheeks and make her shrink in on herself with just a short sentence or a firm squeeze.

Captivating.

So much so that I didn't notice her approach until the front door swung open.

Instantly the air felt soured. My arms tightened around Hinata's waist, the hand I'd been feeding us with coming up to rest above her knee. A silent request, an assurance I didn't want her to move. I managed to catch her wide lavender eyes with mine once more before the noise started.

"You need to leave," Sakura said bluntly, even scoffing and averting her eyes like the sight on the couch was something disgusting. Hinata, to her credit, did try to pull up, until she noticed my arms weren't moving.

"You need to leave, actually," I rebutted, not hiding my disdain or annoyance as I looked over the pink-haired woman in her wrinkled dress. The widening of her emerald eyes, and the anger clearly building in them, only lead me to lean in and gently kiss Hinata right by the ear. "You stay as long as you want,"

"Are you fucking serious?! Sasuke we need to talk," she deadpanned, tone rising and tightening the delightfully soft body resting atop my thighs.

"Briefly," I replied, anger plain in my voice. Still not getting up as I turned my attention and laid the situation out plainly. "You can quietly go pack a bag if you want, or I can throw you out right now, those are your options,"

"Are you- I'm your wife! I gave a year of my life to you that just means nothing? Your just going to throw it away for a morning with this fat fucking doormat? Does it even occur to you that you're basically having sex with your dad? It's disgusting!" the latter points were aimed at Hinata, and seemed to hit her hard.

Despite the anger and volume, I could hear the panic underlying her words. The tears starting to form weren't just hot air, she was afraid. None of that deterred me, certainly not after her latest insults. Hinata looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack, not to mention the deep frown souring her face. We got another 'are you serious' when I leaned in to kiss her tenderly, but it still seemed to help.

It got her focused enough for me to gently guide her off of me if nothing else.

Sakura opened her mouth to say something but only managed a gasp as I grabbed her arm firmly, leading her to the door. Getting her outside was easy enough, although she yanked herself out of my grip as I shut it, securing a modicum of privacy.

"You-"

"I'll have your shit packed up by the end of tomorrow, you can pick it up then, or tell me where to ship it. You're no longer welcome in my home or the Uchiha district,"

Half a minute of silence passed without a response, I was just thinking of going inside when she finally found her voice.

"I…Sasuke I'm sorry, really I am I was just so scared of getting pre-"

"-I don't care," I cut her off firmly. "You lied to me. Deliberately, and about something of great importance, for a year. I'm not going to forgive this,"

"I…I'll take half of it all I-I swear to god!" she threatened, tears starting to come down her cheeks, even as she went back to threatening me. I rolled my eyes. Only throwing a remark over my shoulder as I stepped back inside.

"Yeah, you try that. Divorce laws are just a wee bit more complicated when one party is a clan head, you're not going to get half of the Uchiha clans assets if that's what you thought,"

The door shut before she answered.

I locked it for good measure.

Hinata still looked shaken, she didn't even look at me until I sat back down, and even then it was just a glance. It was a world of weight off my mind when she eagerly snuggled into my shoulder. A response to my slipping an arm around her.

"I'm so sorry about that Hinata,"

"It's not your fault," she murmured, seeming content to let the silence linger. Taking comfort from it, and the warmth of our innocent cuddle. Her eyes seemed back to normal at least.

"You know your not fat, right?" I eventually offered as my grand ice breaker, silently relaxing when the remark earned a small smile. It gave me enough confidence to tilt her chin and steal another kiss at least. She hummed happily into it, even placing a hand on my cheek as I pulled back.

"You're not… you're a good man, you're not like my dad,"

"Heh," I couldn't contain, raising the concern in her eyes a remarkable amount in an instant. "It is probably the only reason you can stomach me. The fact I'm the same flavor of noble-born bastard that you grew up with," my words were light, only half serious, not that I didn't mean them.

Hinata noticed, unfortunately.

"Sasuke!" she began without so much as a stutter, even taking to her knees and leaning eye level with me. "Sure your highborn and…. you have a bit of a regal air but you're not a bastard! You're not some vain, egotistical jerk who thinks you're owed the world because of your name! You're not just your name like most of them either! You're honest and straightforward, hardworking and dedicated, proud, brave, graceful….handsome,"

Her words started out hard and full of conviction, not trailing off until the last two or three.

I chuckled before I answered.

"You just can't help but see the best in everyone, can you?"

Then Hinata did something she hadn't done yet. She leaned in, kissing me gently on the mouth, then she did again, and again, and then she began to trail across my cheek. Out of the corner of my vision, I could see her eyes shut, and the soft pink on her face, especially as she got lower, putting her soft lips on my collar and neck while I remained still for her.

Got the feeling that's what she wanted.

Also, there was something so sickeningly pure about this, this fervent but gentle display of affection. My hands found their way up to her bum without any thought. I was lucky it didn't stop this. She even began rubbing her hands slowly over my chest, just making the barest of moments as they slid up and down.

When she finally stopped some minutes later my cock twitched right against her little oven.

"….I….um…. do you want me to uh….s-suck it?"

The question finally broke my trance, led me to lift one arm up to her cheek and look directly down at that adorable blushing face, steadily reddening as we locked eyes.

"You don't have to do that," I offered, cutting her off as her mouth opened. "Though I'd really like it if you took this off," her body stiffened as one hand dipped under the oversized shirt. Not touching anyplace inappropriate, just feeling that gloriously soft skin.

God how much redder could she get?

"I-I-I want to," she protested. "Suck you, I mean, y-y-you can take my shirt off too if you want," she offered pleadingly, sweetening the deal, as if there was any possible need to. None the less, she was doing something nice for me, and for whatever dark twisted reason, she was insecure about her body. She eeped as I lifted her off my lap, but didn't fight me on it, not even as I guided her down to her side, facing away from me. From that angle, she wouldn't see too much of my staring.

Just my legs and the massive, painfully hard dick that I finally released out of the simple pajama bottoms I'd thrown on. She sucked in the most delightful gasp once face to face with it. I lifted her once more to yank the shirt off quickly, resting my arm on her stomach as she made my cock twitch again. Two deep breaths preceded any contact.

The beautiful Hyuugu started with a kiss just below the head, bobbing it the slightest bit before repeating the action. When she finally took the head past her mouth my whole body went slack. I released the most euphoric sigh as her warm, wet mouth slowly encompassed me. The little hums and squeaks she made as she worked were almost as erotic as that friction. I'd intended to finger her but found myself unable to move. To do anything but sit back, close my eyes, and revel in this bliss.

Bliss that only compounded when one of those dainty little hands came up to wrap around my lower half, rubbing lightly as her tongue made its slow swirls over my helmet. This morning might have been the best sex of my life, was almost certainly the best sex of my life in fact.

There wasn't a shred of doubt this was the best blowjob.

The slow steady pace, the gentle sounds, the absolutely lecherous body I was rubbing my palm along?

It was a wonder I lasted the five minutes I did.

It was an even greater wonder how she managed to swallow it all without spilling a drop, without choking or gagging or anything else to shatter the grace she carried. I could hardly tilt my head to look down so paralyzed by the pleasure, only managing to break out of it when a soft 'pop' rang out below, leaving my wet, softening cock cold. Whistfully, I said the only words I could think of.

"You are absolutely incredible Hinata,"

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