Authors Notes:

NanatsuYoru I saw the story posted by Adisingh but would a reader prefer a long ass 40000 words chapter or a well-divided one. I just want it to be posted in a well-sorted way.

She had swallowed his cock whole, and her head was bobbing up and down while Naruto tried to focus on the road. With his hands on the wheel, he wasn't able to pull her off, and concentrating as he was—and also lost in thought—he hadn't noticed Temari unzipping his pants until it was too late to stop her.

He hated this, and he hated the fact that he also loved it. She was good at sucking cock. Way better than Sakura.

Dammit. He shouldn't be thinking like that, but he couldn't stop the thought from popping into his head. Temari was good at sucking cock, excellent, and she had a smug, knowing to look on her face as she breathed over his tip, gripping him by the base of his girthy, towering shaft and rubbing a thumb over one of the swollen veins. Her tongue passed teasingly under the rim of his cockhead, and her eyes glinted as they met his.

Naruto's knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, and he fought with all the willpower he could muster against the temptations with which Temari was torturing him. She was sly and saucy, completely shameless, and not the faintest hint repentant about taking out his cock and slobbering all over it while he drove through town. It was the middle of the day, and there were a fair number of other drivers and pedestrians in town. It wasn't like they were all alone on an open stretch of highway, on the outskirts of town, or late at night. She was giving him head, and anyone who happened to glance in through his car window from a higher vantage point would be able to see her body bent over, her head lying face-down in his lap. Even if they couldn't see his dick itself, what was happening down there was so obvious that they would hardly NEED to see it.

Naruto's face was burning as he tried to keep off any traitorous expression that would show what he was feeling as Temari fellated him. It was good. Too damn good. Fuck… it would have been so much easier to tell her to stop if she was just a little less competent of a cocksucker. But, no, she had to be a goddamn genius when it came to getting a guy off. The way she bobbed her head and swirled her tongue and puffed out and sucked in her cheeks as she used her mouth like a vacuum cleaner and her tongue like a washrag, laving his shaft from top to bottom and subjecting it to a mind-blowing suction, was too much for him to endure. Had he not been busy navigating a busy intersection when Temari suddenly decided to go down on him in the middle of the drive, he probably would have stopped her. But he had needed both hands on the wheel and both eyes on the road. He was too conscientious a driver to break his concentration at that moment.

He was also maybe just a bit too weak-willed to keep resisting her advances. He couldn't help it, okay? He wasn't made of stone, dammit, even if his cock was presently as hard as a rock, and this had been going on for too damn long. Even from the start there had been moments of temptation, instants where his hands had brushed her skin and lingered a few seconds too long and times when his eyes had chanced over some intimate region of her body and meandered there for a while more than they should have, and these had only increased with time. He kept fighting the temptation over every session they'd had, even as Temari became bolder in her flirtations, inviting him more openly and obviously to pin her down and ravish her. He had worked with beautiful women before—some models, some not—and he'd had girls who would solicit him before or ask him to join them for a coffee. But he couldn't remember the last time a girl as hot as Temari had been as blatantly interested as she was. He couldn't remember the last time he had been presented with so many enticing opportunities.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. This was hard. He was hard, and Temari's lips were slipping and sliding and smacking so lewdly around his shaft that he almost didn't know what he could do. It was driving him crazy, and he clenched his teeth and tried not to look down at her, tried not to compare her enthused, lascivious licking and suckling to the comparatively lackluster attention his wife gave him. He loved Sakura, and he thought she was beautiful, but they had been married long enough that sex was sometimes more obligatory than anything else. They could still go at it passionately, but it was rare for there to be as much of a spark as there had been when they were first going out or newly married. They were used to each other, they were familiar with each other, and with that familiarity came… not boredom, perhaps. But they took each other for granted, just a little bit, and they didn't always put as much into making love as they could have. Sometimes they were tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

But Temari wasn't tired, and Temari wasn't bored, and Temari was new, different, and fascinating.

"Mumph… mwah❤" The blonde rolled her eyes, grinning at him as strands of saliva dangled from her mouth, his cock slickly glistening from a thorough spit shine. Temari's cheeks were rosy, and her body was twisted suggestively around in her seat in order for her to accomplish this mid-ride blowjob without unbuckling her seatbelt. "How do you like it, Naruto? I can do so much more, if you're willing to keep working with me…"

She phrased it like she was doing this to convince him to change his mind as if her doing or TRYING to do things like this weren't the exact reason that he had decided to let her go. But she didn't seem that stupid. She had to understand the nature of this situation. Yet she still did this, so maybe she didn't. She was sucking his cock right after she had agreed to never see him again after she had guilted him into giving her a drive home. Maybe this was a desperate last gambit to make him fall for her, or maybe she was just a shameless slut, a cock-loving bimbo who genuinely couldn't comprehend the idea of a guy not wanting to fuck her regardless of his relationship status. Naruto had thought Temari was more intelligent than that. She had seemed like a witty enough conversationalist, and she hadn't come across as particularly slow on the uptake. He had gotten the impression that she was capable of subtlety and conniving.

But what was more believable at this point? That she was so unrepentant and manipulative that she would consent to his terms and plead with him to at least take her home only to almost immediately double down on her past behavior and start sucking his dick against his will, a cynical and twisted woman who was daring enough and callous enough to do anything to get what she wanted, or that she was actually just an oblivious, horny ditz who didn't understand that what she was doing was wrong, who just looked at his crotch and wanted his dick so bad that she HAD to suck it right then and there, not even realizing how many lines she was crossing or taking account of how many times he had expressed his refusal? Naruto wasn't sure. Was she a bimbo or a bitch? Now he thought he could buy one, now he was more convinced of the other. Neither was entirely easy to believe, but at this point, it had to be one or the other.

Temari moaned, rolling her tongue obscenely up the side of his dick. She licked his cock with such a slatternly relish, such a theatrical and preposterous enjoyment, that Naruto almost believed it had to be at least partly an act. But then she tittered and opened wide, and she choked herself on his rod so recklessly, swallowing him until she gagged, pulling back, trying again immediately and gagging again, then trying again and gagging again, that Naruto could only get the impression of an overly zealous imbecile who could not help but try obsessively and relentlessly to get this one most desired thing. But she finally managed to get him the whole way down her throat, and her eyes sparked with something he thought looked a little too sly, a little too knowing. But then her expression looked so idiotic as she plunged her mouth up and down the length of his manhood that he was half-convinced he only imagined that previous look.

No, he couldn't tell. It was impossible to know for sure. Hell, at this point, maybe it didn't really matter. Maybe… Maybe he didn't even care anymore. He could only barely keep his focus on the road, and it was only with a great effort of will that he was able to concentrate long enough and clearly enough to fit his car into the one available parking space outside Temari's apartment building. And then the car idled for a moment, Naruto unable to let go of the wheel long enough to turn the key in the ignition as Temari quickened her sucking, working her lips whorishly, fearlessly over his cock. It didn't seem like she even imagined the possibility of someone walking by and seeing them through the car window. It didn't seem like she cared the least bit about getting seen sucking his cock. No, Naruto still couldn't be sure if she was a Machiavellian schemer or a single-minded slut, but by now he no longer cared. It wasn't the point.

This felt good. Fuck, it felt so good. One of his hands drifted down from the steering wheel, barely pausing at the key long enough to turn off the car, before dropping in a dazed distraction to the back of the slurping, gurgling blonde's head. Against his better judgment, almost against his conscious intentions, Naruto threaded his fingers through Temari's hair, his composure failing and his face slackening in pleasure, tensing in excitement, as Temari sucked harder. He heard the click of her seatbelt unbuckling, and he caught the sound of the car seat shifting with her weight as she moved in it, maneuvering herself to go down on him more comfortably. He thought dizzily of all the times his wife had taken that seat beside him, the two of them going out for a drive, whether on business or on a date. He could remember having sex with her in the backseat, the two of them fumbling with their clothes as they longingly pressed their hot, aching bodies together, enduring the discomfort in search of bliss. He could remember his wife's moans, his wife's passionate kisses when they were still boyfriend and girlfriend, her gentle touches, and her adoring looks.

In his mind's eye, he could see his wife, a little younger and still idealistic and believing in her career, still deeply and passionately in love with him. He saw her naked and blushing, lying beneath him with a bashful look, self-conscious about her body as she offered it up to him for the first time. He could remember slyer looks, more confident grins as she went down on him or scooted into his lap, twisting around to plant a peck on his cheek or grind her bottom against his groin. He envisioned his wife as she had been when he first met her, and as she was now, changing slowly over the years—she was still beautiful in his eyes, and they were hardly old, and he thought they still loved each other, but… it had been a long time since they did anything like this. He tried to be spontaneous and to keep it interesting for her, but Sakura's confidence had waned with time, and her frustrations in her chosen career sometimes found themselves being vented into their relationship.

There had been fights, of course. Sometimes it was his fault, doing something stupid or forgetting something important, and sometimes it was her fault, Sakura lashed out at him in her anger and insecurity, hating her job and feeling inadequate next to her husband, hating her job yet fearing to leave it, knowing that the one thing she had over him was a stable and substantial income. She clung desperately to this, hating her job but worrying that without her money she would no longer be able to provide equitably to their relationship, fearing that the only thing she had to offer to her husband was financial security and simultaneously loathing herself for viewing their relationship so cynically. Naruto tried to be understanding, and he tried to comfort and encourage her—he wanted Sakura to be happy. But it was hard sometimes. There were times when he felt like he barely knew her anymore, and there were parts of her heart and mind that he had never been able to understand. They both had their flaws and though Naruto had tried to improve on his own shortcomings, he knew that he wasn't exactly the greatest husband either.

He was sometimes too flippant about his wife's trust, and sometimes inconsiderate about her insecurities. Sometimes he couldn't find the patience to talk her through her lows, and sometimes he couldn't bring himself to feel any sincere sympathy for her. There were days when he was half convinced that Sakura just wanted to be miserable for the sake of being miserable, and there were times when he wondered if what the two of them had was actually an unhappy marriage. At times, he feared they were drifting apart, and while he was still attracted to her and still loved her, and he did his best to be faithful even when a small voice sometimes whispered in the back of his mind that he could do better. He didn't want to think about his marriage in such a way, but something inside him recognized that there was a mismatch. Sakura was pretty, very decent looking, sometimes stunning when she put in the effort and cheered up a little, but in terms of physical attractiveness, there was definitely one of them who excelled the other. Normally perhaps it would be the reverse, with a plain but wealthy guy getting married to a dazzlingly beautiful woman, but the resulting situation was the same.

Sakura clung to her high earnings in a career she despised, and she hated herself for it. Naruto was less neurotic in his feelings, but he was aware of the tension. There were many issues between him and Sakura—maybe not an extraordinary number, but enough to make their marriage challenging, and sometimes he wondered if it was worth the continued effort. Sometimes he got tired of keeping up the charade that they were just as much in love now as they were in the beginning, and sometimes he got tired of having to be Sakura's emotional support. He knew this wasn't an admirable thing to think or feel. He was convinced that a better man would persevere, or else that a better man would be able to finally and decisively soothe his wife's worries. But Sakura was caught up in herself, solipsistic in her self-loathing, and it had been too long since she had looked at him and seen him for who he was, and with time it had become harder for Naruto to motivate himself to keep trying. How could he help Sakura if she didn't want help? How could he convince her that she was fine if she refused to take him at his word?

It was tiresome. He loved her, but it was difficult. Part of him wanted somebody to tell him that it would get better. Part of him wanted someone to tell him that it was all Sakura's fault for being difficult. Another part of him wanted to be told that he was part of the problem, if only because then there would be something he could do to hopefully make their marriage work out and bring things back to how they used to be when the two of them were still passionately in love and able to ignore the seeds of those issues that had now grown to strangle their romance. But it didn't seem like there was a way to fix this, and Naruto found it hard to think of why he should bother to try. Increasingly, as time went on, he just got more tired. Between Sakura's issues, frustrations with the plateau his own career had hit, and a growing awareness of sexual dissatisfaction, Naruto's fidelity had been slowly weakening.

And Temari… Temari, this beautiful and unabashed woman, this simple, horny, sexy bitch who didn't want to talk about her feelings and didn't have anything like Sakura's inferiority complex… Maybe she was deep and cunning, or maybe she was just dumb and thirsty, but she had come along right as Naruto and Sakura's marriage reached its nadir. Maybe he and his wife could eventually work things out and move past these issues, or maybe their union was unsalvageable, but like a wrecking ball, Temari had come in and knocked everything down. Oblivious perhaps to his inner struggles, maybe only seeing how hot he was and only thinking how much she wanted a piece of him, for these past couple weeks, the blonde had been flirting with him, tempting him with a beautiful body and presenting him with an unqualified willingness and enthusiasm.

Temari didn't have Sakura's hang-ups. She didn't have Sakura's issues. Maybe she had her own problems, and maybe she had her own complexes and insecurities, but all Naruto saw of her was a bold, beautiful, unabashed babe who was willing to slip with him—an amateur, blonde, big-titted model who looked more than happy as she sucked his cock. She wasn't looking for emotional support, and she wasn't asking him to give succor to a messed-up psyche. She just wanted his big, fat, throbbing dick. She just wanted to have sex with him, simple and honest, uncomplicated and appealing.

It had been with the last gasps of a determined loyalty to his wife that Naruto had pushed back against Temari's advances, and with every one of her attempts to seduce him, she had chipped away a little more of that faithfulness. And with her lips snugly wrapping around his dick, her eyes dreamily meeting his as she fearlessly fellated his pulsating phallus, Temari finally managed what she had been trying to do ever since their first photo shoot.

Naruto's cock tensed, seizing up in an orgasmic convulsion, spasming and shuddering. He slumped in the car seat, releasing himself into Temari's waiting mouth, and the model purred and happily moaned as she swallowed his ejaculation.

She raised her head and licked her lips, expression steamy, eyebrows cocked invitingly.

Naruto looked at her, and he felt many things. Frustration. Disappointment. Gratitude. Hate. Attraction. He was upset with himself, but at the same time, he was too tired to really care any longer, and looking into Temari's eyes, looking down at her heaving bosom scarcely contained by her dress, drinking in her striking face, her voluptuous body, and reading for the umpteenth time her enthusiastic willingness to lie with him, he finally gave up. He finally gave in.

Temptation had won out over fidelity. Lust had superseded his vows.

Temari smiled a little too innocently.

"I guess this is goodbye, huh?" she said. "You said you never wanted to see me again after this, so I'll just grab my things and—"

She made it as if to reach for the car door or her bag, but Naruto's hand seized firmly upon her wrist.

"No," he said, his voice low. His eyes were like flint as they bored into Temari's, and she felt a thrill when she saw the look that had come into them. She still saw anger and accusation, but there was something resigned, and something darkly passionate. "Not yet."

His eyes roved down her body, devouring her with a glance. Temari smiled, despite shivering under the intensity of his gaze. She was presently surprised by how ferocious he could look.

"I do have a very nice body, don't I?" Temari said smugly. "Much better than your wife. It's only natural you'd want to get with someone more on your level."

Naruto didn't contradict Temari's remark about having a nicer body than Sakura. His thoughts and feelings were too tangled up for him to think of a response, for him to even sort out how he truly felt about the statement. A part of him said that this was wrong, that he should stop now before he did something he regretted, but Naruto was too angry to listen, too frustrated, and filled with so many complicated and conflicting emotions. He just wanted something simple. He wanted to stop thinking, to just do something and feel good, and Temari was right here, smiling at him and looking so goddamn sexy.

"Where's your apartment?"

Temari smiled and stroked his hand.

"I'll show you the way."

He didn't respond, but he stepped out of the car and followed her when she left, barely remembering to grab the keys and lock it.

Then they were into the apartment building.