A/N: Well, this is the first time I've tried writing something like this... I hope you like it.
Upon entering the home, the heavy atmosphere that Fugaku carried vanished almost instantly. It was late, and the silence suggested that the children and his wife had already retired, plunging into the peace of sleep. However, the mere fact of being at home already softened his heart, an effect he secretly attributed to the profound impact of memories and the essence of Fugaku on his soul.
"Welcome back," the soft voice of Mikoto surprised him as soon as he took off his shoes. Looking up, he found his wife's figure, emanating a serene beauty and a kindness that deeply touched him.
Happiness radiated from him upon seeing Mikoto, an involuntary smile sprouting on his lips. "I'm back," he replied, his voice choking with emotion.
Approaching, his touch on her face was delicate, filled with love. Mikoto closed her eyes, giving in to that gesture of affection, and the kiss that followed, although brief, was laden with a latent desire, unleashing a torrent of intense emotions between them.
With looks that mixed tenderness and a spark of uncontrollable desire, Mikoto, her voice choked with passion, offered to prepare something for him, but Fugaku, already satisfied by dinner, opted only for a bath, a prelude to what was to come.
After the bath, Fugaku returned to the main bedroom, the sexual tension palpable as he crossed the threshold. Mikoto, a vision of pure desire, awaited him in just lingerie, the candlelight dancing over her flawless skin, illuminating her curves in a way that highlighted the femininity and sensuality that even motherhood could not overshadow.
She watched him with eyes full of promises, every look and gesture of hers exhaling an implicit invitation that accelerated his heart. At that moment, they were more than husband and wife; they were lovers about to rediscover the fervor of their intimate connection, ready to surrender to a night where passion and desire would speak louder than words.
When Mikoto blinked, the duality of her expression, mixing innocence with a matured charm, deeply stirred Fugaku. The perception of his reaction triggered in her a seductive smile, marked by subtle malice, while a provocative gesture of licking her lips added a tempting gleam to her smile.
Moved as if hypnotized by the charm of a siren, Fugaku closed the distance between them, letting his robe slip to the ground in a revealing gesture.
"Wow, you're already so ready," commented Mikoto, a soft blush painting her cheeks in evidence of her rising internal temperature, which only added to her allure.
With a smile, Fugaku welcomed the comment. After the fusion with Hiruzen and the absorption of several Sharingans, his body underwent notable transformations. The improvements, though discreet, were profound, revitalizing his vigor and physical appearance beyond expectations, removing even the traces of past weaknesses. His body now displayed a robustness and definition reminiscent of a sculpture made by the most skilled of artists.
Beyond the general revitalization, Fugaku noticed a particularly impressive increase in his physique, which did not go unnoticed by Mikoto. As he approached her, her surprise was notable.
With a hesitation mixed with curiosity, Mikoto sat down, clearly impacted. She extended her hand, lightly touching him with the tip of her finger, as if to confirm the reality before her, the change that defied her expectations.
"Fugaku... What's happening? How did 'this' get bigger than usual?" She asked, unable to stop herself from holding her breath, thinking that this could take her to heights she had never experienced before.
When such a question is asked, what do you answer? Sometimes it's hard to find a plausible excuse for such questioning, however... Fugaku/Hiruzen had already thought of an excuse for such a change.
Before Fugaku could answer, she also ran her fingers over his body, from his chest down to the eight well-defined abs that were incredibly pleasant to the touch. She even used her Sharingan to confirm that he was real, and by doing so, she confirmed: this was still her husband and he was not under some transformation jutsu, everything before her was real.
"Incredible..." She murmured.
Having his wife's attention and admiration for his body made a smile curve on his lips, and that's when he responded to the previous question: "To simplify your question, as a reward for the S-Rank mission I did before, you know which one, the Hokage allowed me to choose a secret jutsu and..."
Leaning toward her, he overlaid his lips on hers, starting to suck lightly at first and continued speaking between his kisses: "Instead, I obtained something better, I saw something that caught my attention in the treasure room, something I read about in an old book..."
Taking a pause, as he overlaid his lips on hers again, placing his tongue in her mouth, she was responding to his kisses, and her hands now moved to embrace his body, pulling him to press against her body, increasing their body temperature.
Separating his lips from hers again, opening his eyes, he continued: "It was about a legend of an ancient Uchiha who achieved his best form after ingesting a certain rare plant... When I was in the treasure room and saw that the plant's appearance matched the description in the old book... I asked for it as a reward..."
A bit breathless, she asked: "So, you ate it or something and the result is this?"
Kissing her again, biting her lips, and when his tongue invaded her mouth again, he felt her teeth, but slowly she opened her mouth allowing his tongue to search for hers, soon intertwining their tongues while sometimes she emitted cute and sexy moans at the same time.
After sucking her tongue, tasting her sweet saliva, he separated his lips again, but she captured his mouth and pulled his tongue, sucking on his tongue for a few seconds before letting go.
Mikoto's face was feverish, she gasped with excitement with her seductive eyes half-open, a bright light in her dark eyes by the candlelight, conveying an indescribably seductive expression.
"You're right." Kissing her lips with a peck at first, he sucked on her lips, releasing them with a pop and said: "After verifying that there was no problem, be it potentially poisonous or something, even though it was just my speculation, I did as the book said, I ate it while circulating my chakra, sending the plant's effects throughout my body..."
Boldly, she held the thick and long shaft of his member and said in a sexy and even somewhat mischievous tone, unusual for her: "So that's why this little friend here became so incredible... Interesting~" She licked her lips.
She accepted it very easily. Of course, this was also due to the situation they were in; had it been a normal conversation, she might have been more skeptical and asked more questions, but in this situation, she accepted everything more easily.
"Do you want to taste 'it'?" Fugaku asked. For some reason, his heart raced wildly when he asked this question.
The sexual relationship between the original Fugaku and Mikoto was good but had never included oral sex, since, unlike Hiruzen, Fugaku was more conservative, and Mikoto entered this marriage without understanding anything about sex.
"Taste it?" She asked with obvious doubt. However, the idea of licking it somehow made her even more excited. Her eyes sparkled even more with the idea.
It was uncharted territory for her, but she wanted to try, wanted to know what it would taste like... Would he enjoy it... Would she enjoy licking her husband's member?
When such a doubt is planted, it's almost destined to be explored. One can't live without knowing after starting to think about this unexplored possibility.
"Of course, I'd also like to experience your taste," he responded. His eyes were more intense than usual.
Everything he wanted to try was something he had experienced as Hiruzen. Orochimaru... Well, he's practically asexual. As for his past life, he lived as weapons, and as Fugaku... Well, he was very conservative and almost thought sex was only for procreation; if it weren't for hormonal needs, he wouldn't even think about having sex except to have children.
"Really?" This time, Mikoto was completely surprised, nearly snapping out of her intoxicating state of desire. She could barely keep up with the change that had occurred in her husband.
Was this also related to the effect of eating that plant he talked about? It was a fleeting doubt that crossed her mind, but at that moment, all she could think about was something hotter, something more intimate, and the member she was holding in her hand, which contracted a few times and whose warm and firm yet soft temperature made her start fantasizing about what it would be like when she began to lick that member...
Fugaku straightened up, which brought his member very close to Mikoto's face, who held the shaft without letting go. In her eyes, there was a desire, a desire to try something new, the unknown that made her heart beat stronger than usual and made her face heat up in a sexy and seductive manner.
Her eyes met his. Mikoto's face is now too erotic to be seen. Her lust can now only be seen by him. The next moment, she moved her head closer, shifting her gaze from his eyes to the large member in her hand, which seemed to have a life of its own as it constantly contracted while seeming to get hotter every second...
