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This game was dangerous. That she knew. And the fun fact about it was… she always lost. Roughly, two weeks had gone by when she and Naruto started their affair and although everything about it was wrong, this sense of feeling it gave her was exciting. Something she didn't know was missing. The sex… Just thinking about the number of times they had sex made her most intimate place tingle. It didn't matter where she was. She could have been at work, home, or the grocery store when she thought of Naruto, and the pleasure she'd receive from him made her thoughts run wild. And although the sex was shockingly amazing, that wasn't the only thing that made her tingle. His damn eyes which captivated her made her body go into spasms.

"Hinata, do you know how to sew?"

Sakura's voice had snapped her out of her thoughts. Suddenly, reality came crashing down and she remembered she was in the breakroom about to eat lunch with Sakura and Ino. That was another thing about their affair. No matter where she was, once she thought about Naruto reality no longer existed.

"Huh?" Hinata muttered.

"Do you know how to sew?" the young girl had asked, moving closer to Hinata. "You okay? You've been spacing out a lot."

A faint smile formed on her lips, and she only nodded. "I'm fine. Sew? Yes, I do. Do you need help with something?"

"Sakura has this idea for a dress she dreamt about, and she hasn't stopped talking about it ever since."

Hinata glanced at Ino and then turned to Sakura who had a wide smile spread across her face. "Ms. Hinata~" She sang. "Can you please help me?" She clasped her hands together, pushing out her bottom lip. Hinata couldn't help but think she'd look cute like that.

"I'm sorry, Sakura. I sew other things besides clothes. My grandmother only taught me so much."

That bummed Sakura out and she couldn't help but frown to show her distaste. "I wished I knew how to sew or something!" She threw her hands up in the air. "Then I'll be able to make every piece of clothes I dreamt of."

"Luckily for you, I just so happened to read the newspaper this morning and saw Koanna had a beginner's class for sewing clothes. The first day is free. Perhaps you can try it and see if it's something you're interested in."

"You know, I've never read the newspaper in my life. Looks boring," Ino said, shrugging her shoulders.

Sakura turned to Ino and laughed. "I thought I was the only one who felt that way. It's so bland looking."

Hinata smiled at the two youngsters.

"Why don't we all go together?" Sakura questioned, gazing at the two girls.

Ino scrunched up her face.

"Please!" Sakura cried. "I want to try it!"

"And every time you do try something, you never stick to it," Ino pointed out.

Sakura squinted her eyes. "I feel like you're calling me out."

"I am!" Ino threw her hands up.

"Please!"

"No!"

"Pleaseeeeeeee~" Sakura cried.

Hinata laughed at the two girls. She always liked Sakura and her childish antics. It made her appear much younger than she was, and, in a way, she reminded her of a friend she'd had in high school. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat when a large hand covered her eyes.

"Who gave you permission to make my wife laugh?"

"Naruto, now that you're here. WE," She squeaked loudly, "are going to a sewing class this Saturday. Wanna join?"

The table shook slightly when he sat down on the flimsy work chair next to Hinata. "For a company that makes a lot of money, you think they'll give us better chairs to sit on." He grumbled. "We should just eat in my car." When he said that, he had brushed his leg against Hinata's own causing her to blush.

"Naruto. This Saturday. Pick us up so we can go to sewing class." Sakura said once more.

"Sakura. I am not going with you." Ino piped up.

"You're just going to stay at home, in your nice soft bed, with the lights off, and scroll through your Instagram feed," Sakura commented.

"You know me quite well," Ino said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm not going," Naruto said, picking at the sandwich.

"Wait, why aren't you eating ramen today?" Sakura asked. "Wait! Why not? Please! I told you about this dream I had about a dress I had on, and it might make us millions! Just think about it. You won't have to work anymore for the rest of your life." She said, trying to make her words enticing.

"Whether you choose to believe it or not Sakura, we're just alike. You're going to get bored and complain that you don't want to do it anymore."

Ino snickered. "See? Didn't I tell you?"

"These chairs are making my ass hurt," Naruto muttered.

"That's too bad," Sakura huffed. "I guess it'll just be me, Ino, and Hinata," She stared at him from the corner of her eyes when he looked at her. "Isn't that right, Hinata?"

Ino shook her head. She knew all too well that Naruto would have jumped at any chance to be around the older woman. He didn't do a good job hiding the fact he had a major crush on the senior.

"Are you going, Ms. Hinata?" he asked, turning his gaze towards her.

There it was again. That look captivated her very soul.

She nodded. "I wouldn't mind going… I can learn a few more things," her voice came out in a whisper.

"Then it's settled!" Sakura said, grinning. "Naruto, you can pick us up on Saturday and don't be late!"

She didn't even wait for him to respond. In a flash, she was already out of sight.

"I swear she was probably some type of ninja in her past life," Ino grumbled, getting up. "I guess I don't have a choice."

"She seems happy," Naruto commented.

They both looked at one another, giving each other that look that Hinata noticed.

"Dicked down?"

"Dicked down." Ino nodded. "Well, that's it for my lunchtime," She quickly turned off the timer that had gone off.

"I'll see you inside, Ino," Hinata said. "I have a few more minutes,"

"Take your time," Ino said, flashing a grin taking Hinata by surprise.

When Ino was out of earshot, Naruto scooted himself closer to the older woman. "Ms. Hinata," he whispered in her ear. By then her body temperature had risen and it was quite noticeable on her face. "Why don't you ever like waiting for me?"

Hinata scooted away from Naruto. "You shouldn't get so close, Naruto," She'd try to frown to make him understand this wasn't right, but it wasn't doing any justice.

Instead of taking her seriously, he smiled. "Yes ma'am. You're right."

"Naruto," She raised her voice a little.

"I know. I know." He sighed. "Can I sleep by you tonight?"

She knew he already knew the answer, and even if she had said no, he would have found his way right into her house. There had been an ongoing joke between them that he was secretly a past killer who had stalked her in her previous life.

"Why aren't you having your usual today?" she asked, hinting at the barely-ate sandwich.

"I forgot to buy some ramen last night when I went to the shop for kaa-san." He sighed. "Made me a ham sandwich, if that's what you call this," he said, pointing at it.

"I'll have something prepared for you," she said, briefly grazing her fingers against his forearm.

His pants tightened, and even after she had waltzed off, he could still feel her lingering touch. He was forced to watch the blank wall across from him, trying to fight this ongoing battle between his legs.

When he mentioned they should eat in his car, he didn't mean THEM. Sakura was happily eating her hamburger in the backseat while resting on Ino, who was scrolling through some comments on her most recent YouTube video. Her channel was a mixture of clothing hauls, makeup for beginners, or talking about the different flowers and what they signified. It took some time, but she was already at twenty thousand subscribers.

Naruto had honestly wanted some alone time with the woman, even if he had spent time at her house last night. He understood her husband would be home soon, thus shortening the time he would be able to see her. In a way, when he realized that, it made him sad.

Both Sakura and Ino were engrossed in their conversation, they hadn't paid any attention to Naruto and Hinata who were talking through text.

Naruto: I didn't know they were going to follow us.

Hinata: It's fine. You know Sakura likes hanging out with you.

Naruto: Me? Or you? I swear she only does this when I want to be around you.

Reading that made Hinata take a glimpse at Naruto.

Hinata: What's the matter? I feel like you've been down lately.

Naruto: I am. Your husband (inserts barf emoji) is going to be home soon? Right?

Hinata: Yes. At the end of the month.

Naruto: Are you happy he's coming back?

Hinata's eyes lingered on the words Naruto had texted. Was she happy? Noticing that it took some time for her to respond, his eyes drifted towards her. His heart skipped a beat unexpectedly. If anyone asked him to define the word beautiful, he would have just shown them Hinata. She was perfect in his eyes. From her round eyes to her glossy lips was captivating to him. If Ino and Sakura weren't in the backseat he wouldn't have wasted any time ravishing her lips.

"Hmm…" Sakura's gaze connected with Ino.

Their eyes told a whole lot of talking and Sakura grinned. "Simp," She whispered loud enough for Ino to hear.

Hearing that made Ino snort, and she quickly covered her mouth. Even that wasn't enough to snap Naruto into attention.

Hinata: He is my husband. I am happy he'll be back… But… I'm also happy when I am with you too.

Naruto chewed the bottom of his lips when he felt the phone vibrate in his hand. He was both anxious and eager to read what she had typed.

Sakura's eyes squinted when she saw what Ino had typed in her phone's notebook. ARE THEY TEXTING EACH OTHER?

She nodded. Taking the phone away from Ino, she began to type. I ALREADY TOLD HINATA THAT NARUTO WAS DOWN FOR HER. HE MAKES IT SO OBVIOUS. HE'S LIKE A LOST PUPPY THAT FOLLOWS AFTER HER. KIND OF CUTE. BUT I JUST DON'T WANT HIM TO GET HIS HEART BROKEN. I HOPE SHE LETS HIM DOWN GENTLY ONCE HE CONFESSES.

Ino gasped when she read the message Sakura typed.

Both Naruto and Hinata looked in the backseat at Ino.

"My phone died," She quickly said. "I'm going to charge it." She scrambled out of the backseat.

"I'm going to go with her," Sakura said, slamming the car door shut.

Naruto winced as he could feel his tinted windows shake. "Remind me to never let her get into my car. Hinata?"

"Yes, Naruto?"

He looked down at the message and then fiddled with his fingers. "Are you going to end this when he comes back?"

The silence was excruciating for him, and he just wanted her to say something… anything… but not if it meant hurting him.

"I've never been a selfish person in my life, but ever since we started this thing… I've become just that." She heaved a sigh. "I'm selfish because I feel like I'm leading you on."

Naruto shook his head. "No, Hinata. I already told you this was something I wanted to do, and it was me who came on to you. If anyone's selfish then it's me. You have everything to lose." He took a hold of her hand. "Except me. I'll stay by your side forever."

His hand felt rough against her soft delicate own, but she'd like that about him. She liked how rough his hands felt against her. They gave her a sense of security, something she didn't feel with Kiba.

"Let's be careful moving forward," Hinata said, patting the top of his hands.

Naruto took a deep breath as he watched Hinata bobbing her head on his member. The woman said she wanted to get better at giving him blow jobs, so here he was, in the back seat of his car, on a Thursday night, getting his dick slobbered by Hinata's mouth.

Everything was a blur. One minute he was taking her home, and the next he was parked in her driveway getting head. He closed his eyes and grabbed a fist full of her hair, forcing her further down his dripping cock. She had made some gagging noise, so he pulled her up to get some air for a second before shoving her head down again.

He'd opened his eyes, and he could have sworn he had precum just a little when he saw a trail of her saliva sliding down her chin. She was breathing heavily; a sign she was eager to engulf his long hard member again.

Seeing the lustful gaze in her eyes gave him a sense of pride and he couldn't help that sexy smirk from forming on his face. "Beg for it."

"Please,"

"Is that what you call begging, Ms. Hinata?" His smile was daring. "Beg."

Her lower region was gushing, not only by their fun but by his cocky words and demands. His eyes darkened when he watched her unbutton her work blouse. Right on her chest sat two watermelons begging to be released. Besides her beautiful face that put him in a trance, her breast was his second favorite thing he liked about her.

"Please," she said in a low tone as she slowly crawled to him. "Please, sir. I need it,"

Naruto cupped her damp chin, staring into her eyes. "Then be a good girl and suck it good."

And she did just that.

The car was hot, and the windows began to fog, but even that wasn't enough to stop either one. Hinata's face was red, eyes half-lidded, and she had an ache between her legs that begged to be released. Naruto knew what he was doing. Two weeks. It had been two weeks since the affair making Hinata experience a different side to Naruto she had never seen or even thought about.

He was sweet, but that was only on the surface. Deep down inside, he was dark. He enjoyed watching her squirm under his glare, knowing he was the only one who could release this pain. There were times he would watch her just for the fun of it, even as his dick was oozing with that sweet precum she had come to enjoy. At times, he would show his sweet side when they had sex; but either way, she enjoyed both sides of him.

Hinata learned a few things during her expedition with Naruto.

One, she enjoyed being spanked.

Two, she enjoyed sucking dick.

Three, she was ABSOLUTELY head over heels when he got rough with her.

Soft-spoken and shy were some words to describe her, but now that couldn't be further from the truth. She'd spew profanities when Naruto ram his dick into her, when he grabbed her by the face and forced her to look him in his eyes. When he had her laid on the bed, legs apart, and jack off to her touching herself.

Young, dangerous, and a dark stallion was he.

There was a slight vibration that sounded, then another and another, causing Naruto to get irritated. In the front seat, in the cup holder, Hinata's phone was vibrating. Then it stopped, and just when he thought the person had given up, they called again.

When she'd released her mouth from his cock, a long trail of saliva connecting from his dick to her mouth was noticeable.

"Fuck," He muttered under his breath.

His dick was up and exposed causing him to shiver. He wanted her mouth back on his pulsing dick, but of course, her damn phone had to ring.

Leaning over between the seats, she picked up her phone, leaving Naruto's eyes to engulf her ass.

"It's Kiba," She muttered.

Hearing the man's name annoyed him. He knew he was her husband, but why couldn't he just not call? Especially during their most intimate moments.

Hinata let out a yelp when Naruto lifted her skirt and slid down her underwear to her mid-thighs. Oh, how he wished he could have turned on his car light to see her private area.

"Naruto," She breathed shakenly. "I need to take this call."

"Go ahead," He breathed, "I'm not stopping you."

If she had turned around to see him, then she would have seen the devious look on his face. But she knew… she didn't have to turn around and she already knew what he had planned for her. Naruto was a daredevil. He got a kick out of doing dangerous things.

"You're not going to call?" He raised his eyebrow when he noticed she didn't attempt to move.

"No,"

"Why?" He hummed in amusement.

"Because you're just going to do something naughty," She answered.

He chuckled. "Put the phone down and sit on my dick, Ms. Hinata."

She wondered if he had heard how hard she swallowed the lump in her throat. Down there ignited just hearing that stern command come from him. Without a second to lose, she sat on his dick, thanks to his hand placement, and let out a loud gasp when she felt his dick enter her.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed his face against her back and stayed like that for a while. As much as she tried to squirm or do some sort of movement, he held her in place.

"N-Naruto?" She squeaked.

"Ms. Hinata," He moaned. "You're so wet,"

Skin slapped against skin as Hinata rode him. Her little mewls were cute and it made his toes curl when she whimpered. Sweat trickled down their bodies, their hair stuck to their foreheads.

There it was again, that damn phone ringing.

A devious thought came to Naruto. He wanted her to answer the phone. He wanted her husband to hear his wife get fucked. Get fucked by the same boy he had met. The same boy who stayed up late at night jacking off to his wife.

He was on fire.

His fingernails sunk deeper into Hinata's delicate skin, but the woman didn't mind as she was fixated on his dick. Right in the middle of his stomach, he felt it. It was so hot, and it only got hotter as the phone continued to vibrate.

"Fuck~" He moaned, releasing his seed in her.

The phone stopped ringing.

Sakura was fixated on the different pictures of women on her newsfeed who were given breast implants. Unintentionally, she felt her breast and she couldn't help but frown. They were small. Size A cup. Ino was a C cup, and Hinata… she looked over the woman going back and forth in her home, cleaning. She then looked back at the pictures of the women.

"Do you think I should get breast implants?" She asked Ino.

"No," Ino shook her head. "Your small breast suits your frame."

It wasn't the answer Sakura wanted to hear so she turned to Naruto who was sitting on her left. "Naruto, should I get breast implants?"

His eyes turned from Hinata, then to Sakura's chest when she posed the question. He stared for a while then he turned his direction to Hinata. "Ino's right. You'll look funny if you got them any bigger."

She wasn't pleased by the answer, so she asked Hinata the question.

"You're beautiful just the way you are," Hinata responded. "Sakura, you don't need any breast implants or surgery for that matter," She was now standing in front of the three young adults.

They couldn't peel their eyes off her. She was wearing black yoga pants and a white tank top. She was comfortable, seeing as they were in her home after their sewing class; something Sakura did not enjoy, so it was natural to see her this way.

The pants she wore had fitted perfectly around her legs, highlighting the curves she'd always had. Her waist, small, gave her that hourglass shape Sakura had always been jealous of and not to mention her chest was just the right weight for her stature.

"I honestly wished I had your long legs. You look like a runway model. Have you ever thought about giving that a try?" Hinata tilted her head to the side when she didn't get a response. Her long hair fell over.

"Why are you so damn good-looking?" Sakura muttered.

Naruto was thinking the same thing, but he was too afraid to say anything out loud.

Hinata placed her hands on her hips and sighed. "Sakura, please don't get any breast implants or surgery! You have a beautiful face and body."

"I tell her this all the time," Ino added. "Hey, why don't you try some clothing hauls with me? We can do Khien together."

Hinata clasped her hands together at Ino's suggestion. "Ino's right, Sakura. I've seen some Facebook videos where people with different body shapes try on the same clothes."

Sakura tried to hide her smile at Hinata's comment, but she couldn't. Being around the woman did something to her. She was like an older sister who gave her the guidance she needed, unlike her mom who didn't care about her existence.

At first, it was hard to believe what Hinata was saying was true. Beautiful? She used to get bullied in school a lot for being ugly… Well, it was elementary school, but those words still stuck with her even in high school. And her mother didn't make it any better. She'd always suggest she get some type of plastic surgery to make her pretty. Breast implants are one of them. So, hearing Hinata call her beautiful for the first time made her feel she was being ingenuine, but the eyes never lied.

She nodded at Ino. "Sure, we can try it. Want to look at some clothes to order now?"

Ino grinned. If it was anything that riled her up was spending money on clothes. "Sure!"

The two huddled together on their phones and began to scroll through the app, adding the same clothes to it. Now with their phone in their hands, Hinata or Naruto didn't exist to them.

"Hinata, I'm hungry," Naruto said, licking his lips. "Got any food?"

"I have some sandwich meat in the fridge," She replied, not understanding his true intentions.

He stood up, towering over Hinata.

She couldn't help but look him up and down, then her eyes widened when she saw the print of his dick in the gray sweatpants he had decided to wear.

Naruto was good-looking. His physique, face, eyes, and smile stood out. She wondered how many girls got his attention.

He eyed her before maneuvering his way to the kitchen.

When he left, she was able to breathe.

"Sakura, Ino… would you like something to eat?"

"Yes." They both answered, their eyes never leaving their phones.

Smiling, Hinata disappeared into the kitchen.

Her mouth was quickly covered before she could yelp in surprise. Turning around, she glared cutely at Naruto who was grinning at her. "Sorry. Had to do it."

He hovered over and kissed her on the lip. "I like these black yoga pants on you." He said, pinching the material. "Why don't you show me some yoga moves?"

"Ino and Sakura are in the next room," She spoke softly.

"Yes, they are. And we are in here, the other room," He responded playfully.

"Naruto," She warned.

He pouted. "I don't know why you told them yes to coming here. I could have dropped them home."

The light from the fridge poured out as Hinata went to grab some items needed to make them a sandwich.

"Because I like hanging out with them too."

He crossed his arms childishly. "More than me?"

"Maybe," Hinata replied in a teasing tone.

Naruto planted himself on the barstool, watching Hinata prepare them a sandwich. He usually watched her before sneaking up behind her to touch her. He looked over his hand then Hinata. A sudden thought popped into his mind making him want to shove his fingers into her mouth while she sucked on them.

"Hinata~" Sakura's voice rang out. She peeped her head into the kitchen. "Can Ino and I look at your closet? We didn't get to finish exploring."

Hinata had a walk-in closet that could have fitted another bedroom in there. Clothes decorated each side, none of which was her husband's. Some still had the tags on them. Her shoes still had that store scent, and the jewelry that lay in the glass case, centered in the middle of the closet, made them feel they were in a high-end jewelry store.

"Sure,"

Ino didn't wait for a second and she was already up the stairs and into Hinata's master bedroom. "Remind me to marry a rich man!" She shouted.

"Thanks," Sakura grinned, quickly leaving behind Naruto and Hinata.

Kiba made sure Hinata lived comfortably because she was accustomed to a certain lifestyle. Her family was well off, and even some of the clothes were gifted by her parents. They always gave gifts… something she didn't care for.

Once Naruto had heard Sakura's footsteps march upstairs, he wasted no time grabbing Hinata and smashing his lips against hers.

"Naruto, don't," She moaned out when he picked her up and cupped her ass. "They'll hear me." She breathed out.

He had that dangerous look in his eyes, and she knew she was in no position to deny him. If he told her to bend over on the countertop, then she would have no choice but to.

"Naruto!" Sakura shouted, racing downstairs.

He quickly put Hinata down and looked over his shoulder to see Sakura standing there.

"Yes?" He grinned. "Hinata is almost done with the sandwiches."

She shook her head. "I need your help. Can you tell me which one of these dresses looks good on me?"

"Ugh!" Naruto groaned. "Do I have to?"

"Yes!" She said in a high squeal pitch.

Hinata watched as Naruto slouched over, head lowered, and followed Sakura up the stairs. It was funny how those three even became so close. They had met at the company and ever since became close friends. It would be a lie if Hinata said she didn't feel a little envious of their relationship. She wished she'd had some friends like that growing up.

She went back to preparing them a sandwich.

As she was in her cooking zone, she'd failed to hear the front door opening.

Humming, she went back and forth making each one of them a different sandwich based on their likings.

The sound of his footsteps wasn't loud enough to knock her from her cooking mode.

A rich scent floated in the air which then caught her attention.

"Ms. Hinata~" Naruto's voice rang.

Time froze.

Kiba stared shockingly at the blonde hair boy, he had seen so many other times, walking down his staircase. They looked at each other briefly which made Naruto grin. For a second, Kiba couldn't help but think this boy was trying to size him up… in his own home!

He knew exactly who this boy was. He had the pleasure of meeting him one day when he called out to his wife while they were in the shopping mall. He had met a few of her coworkers, two other girls, but out of everyone he met, he remembered Naruto.

How could he forget him? The boy had untrusting eyes when it came to his wife and at one point, he didn't hide that he was checking her out. Who wouldn't? His wife was beautiful, extremely beautiful and he took great pride in that. Every time he had a work party, he made sure he flaunted her around his friends. It stroked his ego when they checked out his wife. But it was a difference between flaunting her around people who would barely see her versus someone working with her. From that moment on, it left a bad taste in his mouth, but he didn't say anything. The boy was still young. But now, seeing him walk downstairs, giving him that cocky grin, made him angry.

"Mr. Inuzuka!" Naruto smiled. "Long time no see."

Unlike most games that gave you three lives, Hinata knew she only had one life… one chance. And the worst part of it was that this game was set on hard mode.

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