Chapter 1
"Harder," Mikoto begged.
Fugaku pumped into his wife, his body hovering over hers in the relative darkness of their bedroom.
"Harder!" she demanded loudly.
"Shhh!" he scolded her. "Do you want that brat to hear you?"
Mikoto temporarily lost her breath at the idea of their son's best friend hearing them. Naruto was staying with them for a couple of weeks and then he was off to travel again. Ever since Jiraiya died he's never been able to stay in one place.
"Oh my Kami, that would be so wrong but so hot!" she moaned. Kushina would have to forgive her for this. "Make him hear us!"
"No, Mikoto-"
"I want him worried about what you're doing to me!" she interrupted, grinning up at him. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her neck. "Choke me."
"Are you crazy?"
"Then slap me," she countered. "Hard."
He let out a loud huff. The 41 year old was tired of whatever phase his wife was going through. Did it even qualify as a phase at this point? She'd been obsessed with rough sex for the past several years years despite the knowledge that he wasn't on board with her desires, and her constant nagging had grown exhausting.
"I'm not choking, slapping, or doing any of that stuff to you. Cut it out."
She pulled his limp hand off her throat and attempted to make him slap her face. He quickly yanked his arm away before she was able to do so.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked, sliding out of her and rolling over to his side of the bed.
Mikoto took a deep breath while gazing up at their bedroom ceiling. "Stop acting like I have something wrong with me."
"But there is something wrong with you. Normal women don't act this way."
She was so sick of being told that something was wrong with her. So what if she wanted to have rough sex? Was it really so crazy to spice up their love life and try new things? The sex that they had once a month at best couldn't possibly be more vanilla. There were months when they went without sex at all. She was tired of being turned down, laughed at, and told to behave. Sometimes, she wanted to be more like the girls in the erotic novels she loved to read. Sometimes, she wanted to be bad.
"This all started when you got Icha Icha novels," Fugaku said. "I knew it was a bad idea for you to clean out that brat's apartment when he first left to travel the world. Ever since then you've been hooked on those books. Do you have any idea how strange it was for me when I discovered that my wife was reading porn? Mikoto, that's not normal."
"Yes, it is," she argued.
"No, it isn't. And then you told me that you've watched a few porno flicks too. Am I married to a grown woman or a teenager? You constantly nag me for sex, you read and watch porn, and you want me to rough you up in bed. It's ridiculous!"
Mikoto rolled her onyx eyes. She couldn't control her sex drive. Yes, it's always been higher than Fugaku's, but things kind of exploded after her 35th birthday. Now she was constantly horny.
Did her sex drive feel like a burden at times? Honestly? Yes, it did. But what guy didn't want to be married to a woman like her?
Whether it be morning or night, she was always willing to give her husband a blowjob, and he would act like it was some kind of hardship! It just didn't make any sense!
So with her sexual needs not being attended to, she decided to direct her pent-up frustration elsewhere. She started training again two years ago and lost the extra twenty pounds that had bugged her for the last decade. She was 5'5 and weighed just under 150 pounds. She was fit and still retained all her delicious curves, but it was like Fugaku didn't even notice her plump backside or sizable breasts anymore.
"It could be really fun to try some new things in bed," she huffed, frustrated as ever. "I don't understand why you can't have an open mind. What's the harm in giving me a little slap? If you don't like it, then fine, but you won't even try it!"
Fugaku placed his hands on his beer belly before his right palm ran through the little remaining brown hair on his mostly bald head. "I don't need to slap my wife in the face to know that I wouldn't like it."
"No, it's-"
"I thought you were reading romance novels or something," he
interrupted. "Never in a million years would I have guessed that it was graphic sexual stuff. What's the appeal of being dominated by some rich boss who acts like a jerk? It's disgusting."
"It's the appeal of being dominated… period. Lots of women love the idea of submitting to a powerful man. Sure, it's hot to think about that, but I want to submit to a man I love. Why's that so hard for you to grasp?"
"So you want me to become a businessman?" he asked.
Mikoto shot him a confused look from her spot in bed. "What? No, I don't care about money. The power fantasy for women is the same as a young schoolgirl fantasy for men. It's something lavish and out there. It's just a fantasy. What I really want is for you to treat me like a slut in the bedroom."
He let out an exhausted groan.
"But I do!" she whined. "And I don't understand why you don't want that! What guy turns down blowjobs, by the way? Huh? It's fucking crazy, Fugaku!"
"Because I'm tired," he told her. "I work a ton of hours with the police force, so sometimes I just want to relax."
"Then work less. I don't get why you even need to work at all. Itachi is running things fine now, and so is Sasuke in the ANBU." she argued.
"I can't."
"That's such bullshit!" she argued. "We have everything we need. Stop using that as an excuse!"
"It's not an excuse. Sorry if security takes priority to your ridiculous sexual fantasies, but it does."
It drove her nuts how he couldn't see things her way. "There is no war and the shinobi life has been peaceful for a decade now. Our happiness is more important. We only have one life. We should enjoy it."
"Kami, this is a perfect example of how men and women are different," he remarked under his breath, rolling his eyes.
She didn't follow. "What?"
"Men are always striving for more. I work hard and I'm always thinking and trying to create new things. Women just go with the flow, even as kunoichi. There's no motivation or creativity in your gender."
"That's nonsense," she huffed, annoyed by his misogynistic perspective.
"Name something invented by a woman."
…
"Tsunade for one."
"Just medicine from a Senju, really?" he laughed as he waved off her pitiful rebuttal. He loved being right. "Yeah, work is more important to me than sex, and that's why-"
"That's why, what?" Mikoto asked, curious as to why he'd cut himself off.
"Nothing."
She refused to accept that for an answer. "Tell me what you were going to say."
"No, it'll hurt your feelings."
"I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Tell me," she said.
He turned his attention to the curious look on his wife's face. "That's why you're just a housewife."
Her brow furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Because you don't strive for anything greater," he explained. "Men want bigger things while you girls just accept mediocrity. This is accurate for both ninja and civilians. You'd rather sit around and gossip or read a book than work."
She should feel insulted from what she'd just heard, shouldn't she? The problem was that she didn't feel hurt at all. Fugaku was absolutely right. She loved going with the flow. She never desired much more than to raise a family, to be completely honest. She was a housewife who didn't work, but she didn't see the problem with her lifestyle.
"Of course I would rather read a book than work!" she laughed. "So would everyone else!"
"No, they wouldn't. I never would."
"Yeah, because you're the most neurotic person I've ever met," she continued to chuckle. "You can't even sit down and watch TV or do something on your computer. I hate those bastards who came up with that invention. It isn't normal."
"Not normal?" he asked with his eyebrows raised. "Not normal is wanting to have sex in the shower because you saw some movie with Tsume the other week. What kind of trash are you watching where people are having shower sex, by the way?"
"The movie was goofy but that scene was really hot," she told him with a sly smile. "I'm glad Tsume talked me into watching that movie with her. Sex in the shower doesn't sound awesome to you?"
He shook his head no.
"I don't know how else to tell you what I want at this point. I want to have rough, physical, aggressive sex. I want to be treated like a whore when we're inside our bedroom. It doesn't have to be all the time, but it needs to start happening. Oh, and here!"
He watched her reach toward her nightstand and retrieve a magazine that she had been reading. She flipped through it for a few seconds before handing it to him.
"Read that for me," she said.
Fugaku began reading silently. "Out loud," she added.
"What's your favorite sexual position?" he mumbled. "75% of women who were interviewed say they prefer doggy style, and most of them are kunoichi. 90% of all men interviewed said they prefer doggystyle and it was the same ratio for civilians and shinobi. You know why?
Because humans naturally like to be animals in bed."
"I told you!" Mikoto announced, proud and devious as always. "I didn't make that up! Everyone loves doggy style!"
"I don't."
Unfortunately, she knew that all too well. "I know. You're one of the rare few. I hate missionary sex. Like, you can't possibly understand how much I resent it. It literally does nothing for me. And when you're actually in the mood for sex, it's always in missionary. I fucking hate it!"
He handed the magazine back to her. "Well, there's something else I've wanted to talk to you about too, and it's your potty mouth. Do you have to swear all the time? It's embarrassing to listen to you do it in front of strangers. You are an Uchiha, so start behaving like one."
"How about this? I'll swear less if you start fucking me properly." He shook his head, a light groan escaping from his lips.
Mikoto's playful tone rapidly changed. She was growing frustrated. "What do you want me to do then, Fugaku? Play with myself for the rest of my life? Let's go over the things you won't do."
"Can I just go to bed?"
"No!" she hissed sharply. "One, you won't go down on me. You refused to do it when we started dating, and it's been more than 20 fucking years and you still won't eat me out! And I couldn't even tell you the last time you made me cum. 15 years, maybe? You know, I originally bought a vibrator way back when we first got married because of how much time you spent with the police force. I never would've imagined using it the way I currently do."
"Mikoto-"
"It's fucking ridiculous!" she cut him off. "We'll have sex, you'll cum, and then you roll over and go to sleep. I pull out my vibrator and get myself off while my goddamn husband sleeps two feet away from me! That isn't right!"
He rolled his eyes.
"It isn't right, though!" she went on, beyond annoyed. This discussion was long overdue. "I can't even comprehend the reverse happening. Do you know what I would do if you pulled out your dick and started masturbating? I would immediately give you a blowjob. And do you want to know why? Because you're my husband. It's my job to take care of you. Just like it's your job to take care of me."
"If you cum, you cum," he voiced. "Who cares how it happens?"
She shook her head in disbelief. Sometimes, she didn't understand his mindset at all. "Next, we only have sex in missionary, and it's once a month at best. I want it 7 days a week. We need to find a middle ground."
"You can't force me to be in the mood for sex," he reminded her. "If I'm not, I'm not. I can't control it."
She breezed past his rebuttal and moved ahead to her other concerns. "Next, I want to give you random blowjobs. I don't understand why you fight me on this. Why can't I give you head when I'm horny and I want a quick fix?"
"Because I'm trying to get stuff done."
"I'm not asking you to stop!" she told him. "Keep working on whatever! Pretend like I'm not even there or something! I love giving head!"
"Are we done?" he asked, fed up and ready for bed. "How about you go down on me?"
He glanced in her direction reluctantly. "Now?"
"Yeah, now," she said with a smile, holding out hope that he would change for her.
"No, it's disgusting. And besides, I have to wake up early tomorrow." "Shocking…" she muttered under her breath sarcastically.
Mikoto watched him turn off the light on his nightstand before closing his eyes, causing her to smirk with a devilish twinkle in her eyes. She was done holding back. She retrieved her vibrator from her nightstand and turned it to the highest setting. The loud buzzing from her sex toy quickly filled their bedroom.
She slid her pajama bottoms and panties down, and promptly found her clit with the purple buzzing head. She planned to make a production out of the next five minutes.
"Oh, fuck!" she moaned loudly.
Fugaku huffed and rolled over, now facing away from her.
"That feels so fucking good!" she cried again. "Make me cum, Daddy!"
"Minato's brat is going to hear you," Fugaku commented.
"I don't care," she giggled, struggling to keep her eyes open from the overwhelming sensations. "I'm gonna cum so hard. Like a little fucking whore!"
He rolled his eyes and pulled the blankets over his head.
She'd gone through many phases over the years. That's really how long she'd been responsible for getting herself off, after all. Fugaku seemed to tap out when it came to the bedroom soon after they got married, and she'd been on her own ever since.
Since she was so horny, she began masturbating to whatever porn novel or movie she was viewing. And then came the wet dreams.
One in particular stood out the most and that became the fantasy she revisited many times over. It was of a man who held her, carried her and then threw her on the bed… and then just completely destroyed her. She wanted to be in that dream so badly and every time she'd wake up, she'd wake up to soaked panties. He was definitely not the one guy who should be anywhere near her fantasies, but she couldn't control what it did for her. Maybe Fugaku was right? If you cum, you cum. It didn't matter how she got to the finish line. No, it only mattered that she got there.
"Oh Kami, I'm such a slut!" she cried, her index finger in her mouth as the vibrator buzzed on her throbbing clit. "I'm gonna cum all over that big cock!"
A sexy body, a handsome face, and a big dick: he was everything she wanted in a man. He was charming and thoughtful, but also aggressive and rough. He was her perfect guy.
Tonight, in her fantasy, Mikoto was her son's best friend's little slut.
"Hey, sweetheart."
Naruto looked up from his bowl of ramen. The blue eyed, blond haired 18 year old was dressed in casual clothing today. There was nothing much on his agenda for the day aside from a business venture that he was trying to get started. He was only dabbling in that world and had no intention of pursuing it right now, but he needed something new in his life.
When he turned 13, he received his inheritance from both Kushina and Minato. His father wasn't rich but his mother had a lot of ancestral wealth from being an Uzumaki. All of that was his and then he was receiving Jiraiya's royalties from the Icha Icha novels. One of Jiraiya's past consultants was here and he planned to ask some questions about business from him. He still didn't know what he even wanted to do yet.
"Hey, oba-san," he smiled back.
Sasuke's mom has always been close with him and had essentially adopted him into the Uchiha clan. If it wasn't for the difficulties that were going on with the clan she would've been successful at it.
However she still took all the time she could to give his life purpose and really treated him like he was her own son. Because of that he made great friends with Sasuke and Itachi.
Mikoto fired up the gas stove to heat up a cup of water for coffee. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt that ran just past her knees and a white button-up blouse. A pair of short black heels completed her stylish outfit. Normally she would chat happily with her dead friend's son but she was extremely agitated at the moment, and last night's conversation annoyed her more and more as she replayed it in her head. Besides, she didn't trust herself to speak to him right now after the fantasy she had about him. It was the biggest orgasm she's ever had and from fantasizing about him. He fucked her so hard in that.
Who the hell was her husband to criticize her for being a housewife? Fugaku worked with the Uchiha police force but he barely did anything since Itachi was the head now. If he really wanted to prove his worth as a man he could've helped out with maintaining their massive Uchiha home. However he never bothered to do that and instead they hired servants to do the maintenance work or unless
Naruto was here. Her son's best friend never even got asked to do it. He would just see something needed to be done and would do it.
Come to think of it, Fugaku didn't really do anything other than work.
"Where's my coffee?"
Her head snapped around at the sound of her husband's voice. "Morning, Fugaku."
"What did you not make one for me?" he repeated, dressed in his uniform. He was too pissed to exchange morning pleasantries. "I told you that I had to work early."
She looked at him with a frown. "Can't you wait a minute?"
"And no breakfast ready either," he said. "Whatever, I'll just eat at the station."
"Just give me a minute, Fugaku. I'll have something ready soon," she said.
"Just forget it," he argued. "Your head is all over the place lately."
Mikoto was really starting to get pissed off. Did he tell her that he had to leave early? Maybe he did but that didn't mean he could insult her like this in front of their son's friend. She wasn't sure if she should be thankful that he was sort of used to this banter from them from having spent a ton of time at their house over the years. And yeah, her head was definitely all over the place lately. In fact, it'd been all over the place for the past several years at least. She desperately needed some good dick in her life.
Fugaku shuffled over to pour whatever hot water was left in the pot into a cup and angrily mixed the instant coffee into it. He didn't even bother saying goodbye to his wife and instead grabbed his coffee cup and moved in front of Naruto to capture his attention. "You know the drill, Uzumaki."
Naruto rolled his eyes as his oji-san stormed past him. "Bye, oji-san." Mikoto sighed and joined her son's best friend at the kitchen table.
"Well silly me for forgetting about Fugaku's early shift."
His eyes peered sharply as he picked up on her sense of uneasiness. He sensed it earlier but now it was becoming apparent that something was wrong. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
He set his chopsticks down, allowing it to rest against the edge of his ramen bowl. "Did something happen between you two?"
"What?" she asked.
"The two of you seem a lot more distant now for some reason. Are you okay?"
"Of course."
"You would tell me if you weren't, right?" he checked. "You know that I'm always here for you."
"I know, baby," she smiled, lovestruck with her little whiskered muffin as she used to call him when he was a child.
The two sat in silence for a few moments.
"Well, we had a bit of a fight last night," she finally admitted.
His demeanor turned extremely serious. "Oji-san didn't do something to you, did he?"
"No, of course not," she assured her worried son's best friend. "We just had an argument and it got a little more heated than usual."
"About what?"
She took a sip of her coffee before shooting him a look. "I can't tell you that."
"Is it personal?" he asked.
"Very," she told him.
"Okay, I can take a hint. And I know you understand this, but I'm always here if you need to talk to someone. I know that you have friends and stuff, but maybe they aren't around sometimes or something? Or maybe you want a man's advice or opinion? I don't care what the subject is. I'm never not here for you."
She smiled lovingly across the table. What Naruto just told her didn't need to be said. She already knew it. She loved her sons dearly, but there wasn't anyone on the planet who she felt more comfortable around than him regarding speaking her feelings.
Maybe it was because he was a kindred spirit and was very open due to his travels, yet at the same time he wasn't even 20 years old. She felt comfortable with him more than even her friends which was astounding to her at times. Thirty seconds of silence passed before Mikoto eventually cracked. She needed to get her problems off her chest.
"Fugaku and I aren't getting along so well lately."
He'd resumed eating his ramen, but swiftly dropped his chopsticks back into his bowl to give his best friend's mom his undivided attention. "Is that breaking news?"
She raised her eyebrows.
"Oba-san, you and oji-san not getting along isn't exactly shocking to me," he told her. "I don't think I've ever seen you guys actually enjoy being around each other."
"No, we do."
"You do?" he questioned. "I don't want to sound like a dick or anything, but sometimes it's like you and oji-san are roommates or something. I don't think I've ever even seen you two kiss. Hell, oji- san didn't even say a real goodbye to you when he just left."
She certainly couldn't call her son's best friend a liar.
"I've always thought that's just how you guys were or something, but as I've gotten older, I've started to think that maybe you two don't really like one another," he gave his honest thoughts.
She took a deep breath. She didn't want to admit it, but he was right. She never had an overly loving marriage. Fugaku had been cold and distant for a long time, and he seemed to move further away mentally, emotionally, and especially physically as the years passed. Actually admitting her unfortunate reality to her own son's best friend wasn't so easy, however.
"Listen, we don't need to talk about it," he said, her look of stress causing him to not push the envelope further. "I just want you to know that I'm here if you change your mind."
She was done beating around the bush. Naruto wasn't a little kid; he was a man. He could handle hearing what she had to say. She desperately needed to tell someone about her biggest problem, and she couldn't think of anyone she trusted more right now.
"Fugaku isn't taking care of me."
He stared across the table, not fully understanding what she meant. "Not taking care of you? What does that mean?"
"He isn't taking care of me," she repeated quietly. "You know…"
He took a deep gulp as it finally made sense to him. He never would've imagined having such a conversation with his best friend's mom. "Um… like, sexually?"
She nodded slowly while her eyes refused to leave the oak table below.
He attempted to calculate his next move. "Um… do you want me… to uh… talk to him?"
Her head immediately shot up in a panic. "No!"
"Oba-san, it's okay," he tried his best to calm her. "Maybe something's off and he's embarrassed to tell you?"
"You can't say anything to him!" she demanded, her voice unusually strict. "He can't know that we had this conversation!"
"I won't say anything," he promised. "Maybe his testosterone levels are low or something? He's 41 now. That stuff probably starts happening around his age."
"No, baby, it's not that."
"Listen, oba-san, you're very beautiful, but this is part of life," he continued. "I'm sure oji-san would love to be all over you, but nature is cruel sometimes."
"No, sweetheart, you don't understand. It's-"
Her words were cut short by Naruto's phone alarm going off.
"Shit, I have to get going," he told his best friend's mom. "I can be late if you need to talk, though."
"No, baby, it's fine," she said. "Go to your meeting. It's important."
"Are you sure? oba-san, you take priority over everything. If you need to talk right now, then I'll talk."
"I love you," she reminded him, gazing proudly at the handsome young man she treasured just as much as her sons. "I really do, but I'm fine. Honestly. Go."
He nodded and put his finished dishes in the sink and grabbed the documents that he had laying around on the table. He then headed for the door. "I shouldn't be too long from the meeting so I'll be home around five. I'll see ya for dinner."
"Sounds like a date," she said.
"See ya later. Love you, oba-san!" he shouted before closing the front door.
"Love you too!" she hollered back.
Mikoto closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had no idea what to do.
