I wasn't really sure what to do with this prompt, but I looked up some of the very few videos of Macho Cafes online and it looked like a lot of fun, so I wrote this, lol.
Chapter Two
How I Met Your Daughter
Prompt: Macho Cafe
When Hinata said her family was a little stiff, he hadn't thought much of it.
Traditional families tended to be rigid and stifling, and even though his wasn't, he had enough examples laid out for him hanging around Sasuke for most of his life.
Though, the Uchiha's could be fun from time to time.
Maybe not Fugaku, the man was born with a stick up his ass, but Itachi teasing his little brother always drew a chuckle, and Mikoto wasn't afraid to crack a joke here and there.
Dinner with the Uchiha's was quiet but randomly entertaining.
Dinner with the Hyuuga's was painfully dull and boring.
They'd been eating in silence for the last fifteen minutes, before that, while waiting for dinner to be served, the conversation offered hadn't exactly been stimulating.
In fact, it'd been down right fuckin awkward.
Naruto had felt like there were two different conversations going on, the superficial polite word exchanges and the non-verbal stare down double speak flying between relatives.
Hinata's uncomfortable, embarrassed face had only validated his suspicions.
As out of character as it was, Naruto much preferred the silence, and the strange tension hanging in the air, even though it was starting to drive him nuts.
A pin could drop and it'd sound like a nuke had gone off with how silent it was, even the faint sound of cutlery and porcelain plates seemed unnecessarily loud and out of place. By far, this was one of the worst ways to spend a Thursday night.
He glanced around at his dinner companions, wondering if they were as uncomfortable as he was.
Hiashi looked the spitting image of cool, calm, aristocratic dignitary sitting across from him and Hinata, and beside Hiashi, Hinata's mother, Hiruka, looked slightly less snooty.
Hizashi, Hiashi's twin brother and his Hana, wife were a ways down on the right of Hiruka.
Both, quiet as mice, their elegantly garbed forms oozing upper class upbringing and staunch dinning etiquette out of their ears.
The rest of the table was littered with cousins and in-laws of relatives.
Hanabi, Hinata's not stuck up little sister was a ways down the table, far enough away to nullify any mischief she might create, but close enough to hear any conversation between her father and Naruto.
Naruto wondered how such a stoic man produced such a gentle, kindhearted woman like Hinata and a down to earth teen like Hanabi. Hiashi Hyuuga wasn't overt or obvious with his snobbery, but Naruto had been around a lot of people of every social class in his profession, and he could feel the elitism dripping off the man.
Hiashi cleared his throat, drawing the focus to his dignified person.
"So, Naruto, Hinata tells me you're a…" Hiashi paused a beat, looking a bit disconcerted as he finished, "professional bodybuilder…"
'Here we go ,' Naruto sighed mentally, already annoyed with the frowning disapproval on the older man's face.
"Yes sir," Naruto replied politely, "I participated in this years Tokyo Pro and won first place in the Men's Physique contest, qualifying me for a spot in the next Olympia Weekend."
The table grew even quieter, something Naruto hadn't thought possible, and while he felt the weight of a thousand white eyes, Naruto refused to bow beneath it.
He was a middle-weight bodybuilding champ.
He wasn't ashamed of his profession, and he was damn proud of his accomplishments, though he did agree with what they were probably all thinking right now, he wasn't good enough for Hinata, and honestly, who the fuck could be worthy of an angel?
The thing was, he had one thing going for him.
There was nobody in this world that could love her more than he did.
The heart in his rock hard, muscle sculpted body beat for her, and only her.
And that's what truly mattered to him and what should matter to her parents.
"I see…" Hiashi continued, looking for all the world highly offended, "and how did you meet my daughter?"
Staring into Hiashi's unblinking milky eyes, Naruto struggled to swallow down the laughter bubbling up his throat. It was a difficult task all on its own, but was made one-hundred times harder when his girlfriend of two months audibly chocked on her wine beside him.
Hinata coughed delicately, wheezing softly as she worked to expel the fermented beverage that had slipped down the wrong pipe.
Naruto tapped her back carefully but firmly, concerned and amused.
"Hinata? Are you alright?" her concerned father asked.
"I'm…okay," she choked out, sucking in quick, short breaths.
As Hinata worked to clear her lungs and throat, Naruto brought that fateful day to the forefront of his memory, replaying the day he met the woman he's love forever.
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"Oi, Naruto, you got a buncha hotties waitin for your table, better get a move on before that perverted grandpa of yours catches your ass slackin off again," Kiba called out as he entered the the kitchen.
Naruto rolled his eyes, but slid his ass off the bar stool, bowl in hand.
Shoveling the last bit of noodles into his mouth, he chewed vigorously, sat the bowel in the sink, then snatched up his tank top as he swallowed. Knowing his lecherous foster grandpa, the old man was probably already at slobbering over the new customers and making a complete ass of himself trying to hit on women young enough to be his granddaughters.
He didn't know why Jiraiya couldn't, at the very least, find women closer to his own age.
Naruto wasn't a prude by a long shot, anybody eighteen and up was free game as long as the other party was too, age difference relationships were common and not an issue in his book.
It was Jiraiya that was the issue.
He made it so goddamn… cringe .
Desperate, handsy and drooling, who in the hell was attracted to that at any age, let alone college aged women?
"Here," Kiba said, tossing something red white and plastic wrapped at the blonde, "ladies don't wanna smell stale ramen on your breath."
"Shut the hell up," Naruto shot back as he caught the mint, unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth, "how big a group we talkin'?"
"Five, two of em's not exactly your favorites," Inuzuka laughed, "better get ready to suck it up."
"Great," he muttered, annoyance scrunching his face.
Already dreading the next hour, Naruto yanked his polo on, then eyeballed it for ramen stains.
The skin tight fabric molded to the granite carved muscles lining his torso and abdomen, the short him just barely touching the waistline of his black, boxer-brief type shorts.
Why the hell the old man wanted them to wear milky white shirts made no goddamn sense to him. White clothes got dirty just thinking about dirt, and for a naturally messy person like him, it was like holding a carton of eggs with his ankles tired together trying to keep it pristine.
Fuckin impossible.
He didn't foresee his polo making it through the night.
"Let's get this over with," Naruto griped, trailing after Kiba, swiping his orange bow tie from the hook on the wall as he passed.
They both paused at the mirror hanging on the wall just beside the double doors separating the dinning showroom and kitchen.
Naruto checked his face for noodle residue and fitted his bow tie under the collar of his polo, while Kiba mussed his spiky locks a bit more, then reached over and did the same for his blonde friend. The pair were designated as 'rugged good looks' beefcakes, and maintaining that 'wild' look was part of the job.
That and making sure their faces were clean.
They tilted their heads back to check for nose gold, and finding none, filed out into the showroom.
The showroom/dining room was a wide square lined with long, comfortable black booths and low dark wood tables carefully arranged to create a natural stage in the center of the seating area. There weren't any windows beyond the entrance and waiting lounge, and the overhead lighting was dim but a colorful combination of green, blue, red and white.
As they strolled through the showroom to the waiting lounge, Lee joined them, his bowl cut bobbing, thick brows furrowed over his strangely wide eyes in a determined look better suited for a hard day at the gym than waiting tables for a group of women.
Lee had been here a month and hadn't yet found his beefcake mojo.
He was stiff and awkward, his lack of experience with women bleeding into every interaction he exchanged with the patrons.
A few women found it cute, most found it a bit creepy and annoying.
It wasn't his fault though.
Jiraiya didn't really screen for personality and charisma in his recruits, long as their bodies looked carved from granite and the ladies found them passably attractive, they were hired.
Unfortunately, this lax hiring process led to mismatch employment and a slightly higher than average turn over rate.
Lee was merely a casualty of the old perv's lazy recruitment guidelines.
"Would you relax that ugly mug of yours, Lee?" Kiba ribbed, "you're gonna scare away the customers if you keep looking like you're getting ready for a cage match."
"Sorry," the poor guy apologized, "Jiraiya-san gave me some tips yesterday, on how to, uh, be a chicken magnet
"Chick magnet," Kiba corrected, snorting a laugh.
"Ah, yes, chick magnet, and I've been repeating it over and over in my head all day, trying to focus on how best to execute his advice!" Lee proclaimed with a overexcited fist pump that drew a few stares from nearby tables, before sobering to continue quietly, "I guess I was focusing too much."
"If you have to focus that hard to be able to talk to women, think you're probably beyond help at that point."
"Lay off him Kiba," Naruto muttered, then snarkily added, "if the ladies can stomach your shitty dog face, I think mega-brows is fine. And you're hardly one to talk, only reason you get any play is because you badger the women you talk to into submission drowning on and on about what new dog food flavor Akamaru liked better this week."
"Shut the hell up," Kiba growled, "I don't badger women, they like hearing about Aka-"
"Lee, whatever 'tips' that old perv gave you, dump em in the trash," Naruto suggested dropping a heavy arms around the male's corded neck, ignoring Kiba's blustering entirely, "any advice from him will probably get you slapped or sitting on the wrong side of a court judge, dattebayo."
Horror widened Lee's fishbowl eyes.
"Just be yourself," Naruto encouraged with a reassuring smile.
Lee's shoulders slumped, his sad down turned lips mumbling, "that's part of the problem…"
"Or uh…let your muscle do the talking," Naruto backtracked, "some women like the silent, mysterious type thing, works for Sasuke."
He nodded his head in Sasuke's direction.
The annoying pretty boy was currently being fed a strawberry by three fawning female patrons, though he looked no more moved than if he was enjoying a lakeside picnic.
Not a care in the world, the females around him no more than environmental props.
"The idiot's got a point," Kiba chimed in, slapping a hand to Lee's shoulder, "majority of women that come in here aren't really looking for stimulating conversation. They just wanna ogle a bunch of buff guys, sip fruit drinks and have a good time."
"Right, what this douche bag said," Naruto agreed, thumb pointing at the douche in question.
At least in that department, Lee excelled.
Lee was a pretty bulky guy, certainly far more than Naruto and Kiba.
Kiba was a distant second between the three of him, with Naruto the leanest, though, compared to the average man, they were all pretty big guys.
Shikamaru joined them just outside the lounge doors.
The sleepy eyed beefcake yawned, goatee tip touching his chest as he did.
"Rise and shine, Shika," Naruto teased, "let's get the welcome dance over and you can go back to whatever hidey hole you found to nap in."
A drowsy grunt was his answer.
Kiba got the door, throwing it open with a flourish, and they group filed inside, taking their positions.
Naruto spotted the 'hotties' Kiba mentioned earlier.
Two he recognized immediately.
The blonde one in the middle of the group, Ino, was pretty well known by everyone, though Naruto had never personally served her before.
He'd heard stories though, and seen enough of her…enthusiastic behavior while working to know what he'd be in for with her. He wasn't looking forward to having his ear talked off for an entire mind-numbing hour, or watch her primp, preen and flutter her lashes in search of fawning compliments, but considering the type of tips he hear she left, he'd damn well suck it up and push through.
The pink haired woman beside her, the one with a fist full of Jiraiya's collar and another fist wound back in the air, was another regular, a customer he'd serviced once and avoided after.
Sakura had a temper, and so did Naruto, and while he could usually overlook a confrontational patron, this one in particular just rubbed him the wrong way.
They were like oil and water.
She'd moved on to Shikamaru and seemed happier for it.
Better Shika than him, and he felt a lot less guilty scraping her off on his friend considering nothing really bothered Shikamaru.
The guy didn't give a shit about mouthy customers.
When he was at work, his body functioned on autopilot because his mind was taking a nap.
Jiraiya, surprisingly, liked her a whole lot.
Said she reminded him of Tsunade during their 'courtship' days a lifetime ago.
Naruto could sorta see it.
Tsunade wasn't one to hold back when she was pissed off, Sakura didn't either.
Unfortunately for Jiraiya, Sakura didn't seem to find anything likable about him before, during or after pummeling him black and blue.
The other two women, he was sure he'd never seen before.
One was mocha skinned with really pretty golden eyes, her bright red hair seemed even brighter against her brown skin. She was sipping on the round of complimentary fruit shots available in the lobby as she surveyed the room with subtle interest gleaming in her tawny eyes.
The other one, though, stood out to him far more than the others.
Cuddled under the arm of Ino was a ivory skinned, flush faced little slip of a woman, her pretty face arranged in worry. Her long midnight blue hair cascaded down her back, creating an even deeper contrast between her snowy flesh and lilac spaghetti strapped dress.
She looked like a princess, all soft and delicate like, her pixie features like that of a fairy.
Compared to his meaty build, she was absolutely teeny tiny.
He swept her feminine profile once more, head to toe and back again, two words coming to his mind.
Fuckin…
Cute …
"Quit standing there like an idiot and get in position," Kiba whispered beside him, giving his abs a subtle elbow, "and why the hell are you blushing so goddamn hard?"
Snapped back to task, Naruto threw a glare at his friend that lost it's heat at eyebrow wag Kiba sent back.
"Instant smitten by a kitten," Kiba teased under his brother as he moved to his spot.
Naruto just barely checked the reflex to give the annoying bastard the one finger salute.
Not that Kiba would've cared.
Naruto didn't have a leg to stand on.
He was really smitten with the woman…
"Shut up and come on," Naruto huffed, lips pouted, "we wait much later and pervy gramps is gonna spend the night in the hospital."
They moved with the ease bespeaking of practice and once in they were in place, began the intro.
"Welcome Princess!" they shouted in unison, fists to their hips, shoulders thrown back, chests puffed out to an absurd degree.
Every eye turned to quad.
Distracting the bubble gum haired woman, and allowing his foster grandfather to make a quick escape. Jiraiya rolled away from the women like a soldier in a war movie, pausing in the doorway of the open lounge to send double thumbs up approval, before disappearing down the hall.
"Welcome to Sage Macho Cafe!" they thundered, striking poses and beaming brightly, "a place where, no matter how you slice, Sage beefcakes are always ripe!"
As the cute brunette stared, Naruto felt ready to shrivel into a ball of mortification.
Like all the cringey lines Jiraiya came up with, this one always left him burning with embarrassment.
Having this beautiful, unknown woman witness the nonsense coming out of his mouth, he was damn near incinerated with something akin to humiliation.
Pressing a really soft looking hand to her lips, dull pink dusted her button nose and cheeks.
Still…
Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to make a fool of his self if it brought such a pretty blush to her beautiful face.
That was at least worth a few minutes of looking stupid in his book.
Tapping in to the focus of his soon to be career path, Naruto shifted his weight, slowly raising his bulging arms until his ripped body presented the classic Front Double Biceps pose the way he'd practiced at home, his head submerged in dreams of becoming a top contender in the IFBB Pro League and one day, taking center stage in the Olympia Weekend Competition.
Kiba slid into position a few inches in front of him on his left and Shikamaru mirrored his distance on Naruto's right and on silent cue, the two men eased into Side Chest poses, while Lee plopped himself in front of them, lunging deep into a The Kneel.
"We the beefcake crew are ready and eager to serve you!" they continued.
Feeling a little less like an idiot, Naruto puffed his chest out more, flexing his muscles in an effort to snare her attention and, hopefully make that rosy pink deepen into a cherry red.
He winked at her when her shy but curious gaze turned his way and got the cherry red he'd wanted.
Kiba snorted a nearly silent laughed, while Shikamaru muttered an near inaudible, "Mendokusē."
Naruto was well aware he was peacocking like he was standing in front of a bodybuilding judge panel, but he really couldn't find it in him to care.
Feeling emboldened and a little high, Naruto got ready for the next phase of the Macho welcome.
The Macho Dance.
Though, their 'dance' was nothing more than a display of some fundamental bodybuilding poses and a whole lot of flexing in time to their cheesy beefcake song and boisterous clapping.
Naruto threw every bit of his newfound energy into the dance.
Grinning even wider when the pretty woman that'd caught his eye, giggle quietly when he got the part where he interlaced his fingers behind his head and circling his hips suggestively.
"Wooohoooo!" Ino cheered pointing at something over his shoulder, reminding him abruptly that they weren't the only two in the room, "now that's what I call a beefcake!"
Naruto didn't even want to contemplate what that meant, but he still found her catcalls hilarious.
Two minutes later, the ridiculous dancing blessedly ended.
Kiba and the other beefcakes peeled off from the spotlight, hanging out near the lounge doors, leaving Naruto left to face the four women.
"Name's Naruto," he introduced himself, cringing inside as he delivered his next cheesy line, "and I'll be your beefcake tonight."
No mater how many times he said it, that line just…
"Well hello there tall, tan and handsome," Ino chirped, "got a special job for you."
Head tilted in curiosity, Naruto waited for an explanation.
"You see, my bestie here has never been to a Macho Cafe, and she's a little shy, so how about you give her the works?" Ino asked, giving the woman that'd held his attention the moment he entered the room, a gentle push forward on her plump bottom.
His lips curved upward as he took an eager step forward, "sure thing, princess."
"W-w-wait a minute," the woman stuttered, "Ino-"
"Hinata, you're seriously gonna back out now?" Ino huffed, "come on girl, you gotta live some time! For once, listen to that little devil on your shoulder that looks like me."
Hinata …
He'd heard the name before, but this was the first time it sounded so goddamn beautiful.
"Yeah, Hinata," Sakura encouraged, elbowing her friend gently in the side, "enough living under your dad's thumb, time to go wild!"
"I say go for it, Hinata, who wouldn't wanna walk on the wild side with this tall drink of water?" the brown skinned woman teased, gesturing towards him.
"You too Karui?" Hinata fairly squeaked.
"Three against one," Ino smiled, wrapping her arms around Hinata's neck and pressing cheek to cheek, "time to live it up, honeybunny!"
"I…" Hinata gazed around, shyly looked him up and down, then gave in with a nod as her face erupted in bright red.
"Princess," Naruto schmoozed, holding out his hand to her, moving in for the kill in case she changed her mind.
She hesitated, ears turning a darker red before placing her little hand in his.
Eager to impress, Naruto twirled her, dropped her into the crook of his elbow, then swept her off her feet and into his arms.
She squealed as he lifted her to his chest and made his way out of the lounge.
"Don't worry," he grinned down at her surprised face, "you're as light as a feather, dattebayo."
And she was.
She barely weight anything at all, and he didn't think it was because he could bench more than her and her friends combined.
"Oh, um, I-I'm glad I'm not t-too heavy f-for you," she replied.
She smelled fuckin amazing.
Like blueberries and cream.
And her body, while petite, was plump and lush enough to tap his pulse the moment she settled against him.
They were at his designated booth far sooner than he wanted, and he took his time setting her down just to enjoy the feeling of her softness against his chest.
Kiba was right behind him, carrying a rowdy Ino to the table, and behind him, Shikamaru carted a playful Karui, while Lee held a none too pleased looking Sakura.
Once the ladies were seated, the other beefcakes peeled off to check their own tables.
Naruto took their drink and food orders, and again, Ino took charge.
"She'll have," the blonde woman began pointing at Hinata, "a Macho Man Squeeze, a Muscle Injection and throw in a Beefcake Towers."
"I-Ino, what is-"
"You'll like all of it, trust me honeybunny," Ino shushed her friend.
Hinata opened her mouth.
"If I explain it, it'll ruin the surprise," Ino pouted, "come on, don't you trust me? Have I ever steered you wrong?"
Every woman at the table opened their mouth.
"It was a rhetorical question!" Ino shut them down before they started telling story after story of the various situations Naruto was sure Ino had gotten them into.
Hinata giggled, the sound like honey in his ears, "alright, Ino, I'll trust you."
"Thank you!" Ino cheered, wrapping her arms around the womans neck and sticking her tongue out at her other friends.
"One Squeeze, one Injection and one Tower, coming up," Naruto repeated, excited to get to each and every one of those Macho Cafe specials.
"And for the rest of us ladies, we'd like to request that beefcake for the night!" Ino continued, pointing at a white haired male sporing a mask.
Kakashi glanced their way as he passed by, and from the way the cloth of his mask fluttered at his mouth, Naruto knew he'd exhaled a very disappointed sigh.
Naruto couldn't be happier.
Ten minutes later, Naruto brought out a small basket of fruit and a glass of berry juice.
After handing the glass to Hinata, Naruto shouted, "Macho Man Squeeze!"
The room at large began to cheer, while the various beefcakes around the room hooted and clapped.
Hinata blinked like an owl at him as he squeezed juice from various fruit into her glass with his bare (gloved) hands and brute strength.
Once all the fruit looked like tired raisins, Naruto (and everyone else) waited for a taste test.
Looking around and reading the room, Hinata raised the glass and took a sip.
"It's good," she confirmed softly, then startled as the room broke into booming cheers.
Naruto grinned as she too took part in the celebration, clapping her hands and gracing them all with a smile that was so goddamn pretty, it damn near knocked him over.
A few minutes later, as Kakashi performed his own Macho Squeeze for Karui, Naruto prepared the Muscle Injection.
It wasn't really anything special.
Just some more fruit juice in two syringe that, when combined, tasted like the most amazing blast of strawberry kiwi, but the fun thing was that it was squirted directly into the customers mouth.
He worried Hinata was going to pass out as he neared her with them.
That devil on her shoulder, Ms. Ino the wild woman, was there to whisper in the shy woman's ear once again.
"Awww, come on," Ino laughed, "am I gonna have to hold your hand through everything?"
Hinata nodded, pouting at the blonde.
"Fine, let's do ours together, then" Ino conceded, then winked at him and Kakashi, "how bout it beefcakes? Can we get a double Muscle Injection over here?"
Naruto glanced at Kakashi, who lifted a shoulder then headed for the kitchen.
It was one of the most intimate Injections he'd ever given.
Naruto had always done his duties with a level of detachment, but in Hinata's case, he couldn't shut himself off, and with the way she looked at him as he held out the syringe for her to take between her lips, he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't the only one feeling like the temperature had gone up a notch or two.
Her snowy eyes watched him through dark lashes.
Her cheeks rosy as he pressed on both plungers until they emptied.
Karui glanced between them as Hinata sat back, her pale fingers twirling the ends of her shiny dark hair. The amused woman then nudged the pinkette, whispering in her ear with her yellow eyes cut to Hinata.
It was probably highly unprofessional to hope they were devising a way for him to get her number before the night ended.
He gave them a few minutes to unwind and enjoy each other's company as he got ready for the little Beefcake half time show performed every thirty minutes in the natural stage created by the booth chairs and tables.
Once he'd made a public fool of himself, he was back at the table.
"Tower time, Princess," he told her.
"You'll like this, Hinata!" Sakura said giddily.
And she did, surprisingly.
Naruto though she would've been a bit hesitant, but she didn't protest as he gripped her slender waist, hoisted her up and sat her on his the natural perch between his shoulder and bicep.
She was chalk full of surprises, turned out.
He couldn't help but be blown away when Karui handed her a wine colored lipstick and then asked him if he wanted her number.
While Hinata sputtered and blew a fuse, his answer had been an intimidate, "hell yeah!"
"Hinata?" Ino goaded, then whispered loudly, "you did say he was the most attractive man you've ever seen in your life."
"Why not give him your number," Sakura laughed.
"He doesn't have any paper to write it on, so how about writing it riiiigggght, here!" Karui snickered, pointing at his abs.
Naruto had never seen eyes get that wide before, and right before he was about to tell them to forget it, Hinata took that lipstick and wrote her number along the ridges of his six pack.
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"I met your daughter at a cafe. I was lucky enough to be her waiter for the night, dattebayo," Naruto explained with a wide grin at what was definitely his future father-in-law.
"A cafe…" Hiashi repeated as though he found the simple explanation insufficient and unbelievable.
"Yes sir," Naruto reaffirmed his half truth, "as boring and cliché as it sounds, that's where we met."
Hiashi Hyuuga glanced between the two, assessing Naruto's cheery grin and Hinata's flush faced down turned gaze.
"I see," Hiashi said, and that was that.
End of discussion.
Thankfully, he didn't see at all.
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"Guessing your dad's not too impressed with your gym rat muscle head, former beefcake bodybuilder boyfriend," Naruto observed aloud as he navigated the empty streets of Konoha.
"Well, luckily he doesn't know anything about the former beefcake part," Hinata giggled.
Naruto chuckled as he guided his tangerine Charger down the winding roads towards his house. Hinata was sleeping over tonight again, he was tempt to ask her to just stay for good this time. He was having a hard time pumping the breaks in this relationship with her, he didn't want her too feel pressured or that he was moving too soon, but he'd never felt more sure of anything in his entire life.
Hinata Hyuuga was his forever.
Naruto pulled into the driveway of his one story house, killed the engine and turned to his girlfriend.
"Stay right here, I got a surprise for you."
Brows creasing, she nodded and took her hand from her seatbelt.
Climbing from his car with keys in hand, Naruto made his way to the house at a clipped pace.
He made short work of the lock, then hurried inside and closed the door, pulling off his shirt as he moved.
By the time he hit his bedroom, he'd wiggled out of his dress pants and boxers, then trotted naked to his closet and started ripping through boxes packed away in the corner.
A flash of orange caught his eye.
Reaching for the slip of cloth, he grabbed it and a familiar pair of short shorts.
Straightening, Naruto stepped inside the shorts, then wrapped the orange silk around his throat, fingers working to tie it as he retraced his steps back through his house.
Once outside, he strutted over to his car, grinning like a loon as his girlfriend caught sight of him.
Opening her door, he stood back step, making sure she could see him in all his glory.
"I'm Naruto, and I'll be your beefcake tonight," Naruto preened, striking the Front Double Bicep pose, then transitioning smoothly into a Side Chest.
Hinata giggled, thought her cheeks flushed with telltale arousal.
"Princess," he murmured, scooping her bridal style from the car, close the door with his hip and carried her up the path to his house.
She looped her arms around his neck, tracing the corded muscles of shoulders and back.
"Here at the Uzumaki Macho Cafe, we have a variety of specialties. And for a special guests such as yourself, I'd recommend starting with the Muscle Tower."
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I'll post the attached smut scene that belongs with this later. I just didn't have time to finish it quite yet, and I need to work on the next prompt.
Sorry it was late, I'm still recovering.
Laters!
~Sessakag