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Prying Eyes
A/N: I'm going to keep this short in order to avoid any spoilers or other such actions. This story was originally commissioned as a "spiritual successor," to a story called Gossip, written by BigE2955. Although, aside from the pairing and the basic concept, that is where the similarities end. I've tried what I can to make this piece into my own story, and so far, I'd like to say that I succeeded. Now then, without further ado, enjoy the story and don't be afraid of leaving a review afterwards o/

Heavy beats, notablel shockwaves and an abundance of voices all intermingled within a room filled to the brim with men and women alike, a flickering light changing color every other second as more and more people joined in on the fray that was one of Konoha’s most renowned nightclubs. Hidden behind a lengthy counter, illuminated by a subtle cyan light, bartenders flung their mixers around, putting on both a show for the patrons waiting for their drinks, while continuous keeping up with the swarm of drunkards demanding another round.

Only a few years had passed since the end of the Fourth Great Ninja War, and even though a majority of people spent their days rebuilding the village, and society as a whole, those that did not would come there, drinking and dancing to their heart’s content; or in some cases, until the sun arose the following day. However, even amongst the loud cheers resounding from various groups scattered throughout the main hall, there were still those that dreaded the night. For one such person, the dreary music and swaying bodies clashing in an endless dance could not have been quieter.

Seated within a private booth atop the second floor, gazing down upon the dance floor through a glass railing, Hinata Hyuga gingerly sipped a glass of white wine placed down atop the heavy table before her. Once every other week or so, the girls from their generation had decided to come together to enjoy a night for themselves; a girls night out, so to speak. To the Hyuga Princess, such a concept had been deemed improper at first, though through her friends’ continued insistence, she had eventually caved, following along with her best friends’ plans for an evening such as this.

Now though, after what had felt like hours of conversing and politely declining drinks and dances alike, the young Hyuga heiress let out a weary sigh, wanting naught more than to head home for a relaxing evening.

“I mean, he was pretty hot and all, but I don’t know…” the voice of one of her companions reached her ears once more, snapping Hinata out of her daze, before redirecting her eyes towards the one that had spoken up.

Ino Yamanaka was, in both the present and past, one of the most beautiful women of the village. With her long platinum colored hair, swaying down the small of her back in a loose ponytail, the cyan eyed woman could have any man she wanted, with more bachelors asking her out than what would be considered proper; at least, the rumor mill was still abuzz with such tales. A silky smooth voice, a deceptively strong frame, perfectly smooth pale skin… the list went on, and even through the darkened atmosphere of the nightclub, Hinata’s eyes could easily gaze past the darkness, taking in the clothing worn by her friends; a style that she herself could never wear, much less dream about owning.

“You shouldn’t let just anyone touch you, Ino.” The voice of reason, and one of the few women from outside the village that the group had pulled in, spoke up. Temari, the wife of the Hokage’s aide, as well as the sister of the current Kazekage, sat directly to Hinata’s right, arms folded beneath her bust, whilst the light purple yukata she so commonly wore was draped around her form. “Not yet, at least.” She teasingly added, the signature spiky twintails atop her head giving the woman a sharp ferocity that no man dared dismiss. Even the Nara Clan head had given in to her demands.

A mere moment of silence passed before, with surprising ease, the two blondes shrugged it off, the former letting out a lighthearted giggle whilst the latter smiled against the glass pressed against her lips. That was how most of the night had come and gone, bickering, chats about their respective days, as well as a not so decent tale about their luck elsewhere.

Before the girls could break off into their own debates, a waitress walked by, setting aside a small serving tray, while handing out the five drinks to the girls in attendance. Another glass of wine for Hinata, a jug of ale for Temari, a strange mixture of vodka and something else for the one seated the furthest away, Tenten, as well as two pint sized glasses of something so strong that the Hyuga heiress’ nose wrinkled itself out of habit. Even before she could think otherwise, the women in attendance grabbed their drinks, heaving them up towards the center of the table, before clicking them all together.

“Cheers!” The five spoke up, one of which came forth in the way of a mutter from Hinata herself.

Ino, Sakura, Tenten and Temari; four lovely ladies, two of which were still single, whilst the other two were in open, uncomplicated relationships that would allow them to find relief where they wished it the most. And then there was her, innocent little Hinata, the girl most treasured as the bridge between the Hyuga Clan and the clan once called the most prominent clan of Konoha. The clan with only one member, the sole survivor of a-

“It’s about time that we talked about that, right?” Raising a trimmed indigo eyebrow in a silent question, Hinata stared into the jade eyes of Sakura, the head medic of Konoha, and likely one of the most influential women in the village; to a degree. “Hi~na~ta~”

Shivering where she sat, glass in hand whilst the other fell down to rest upon her lap, the four around the table practically whirled around, all eyes landing upon the Hyuga heiress in a matter of seconds. Ears sharpened, lips quivering and eyes hardened from their endless thirst.

“Is he treating you alright? Sasuke-kun is… not very affectionate.” The pink haired medic muttered out, a faint pink flush the same color as her hair spreading across her cheeks at the mere thought of the raven haired Uchiha. “But he is very well off~”

Hearing the pinkette purr out the name of her boyfriend, Hinata could already feel the effect of his name, a deep flush spreading way beyond her cheeks, warming her body far and wide as the conversation went on.

‘How does she-’

“Did you give him a thorough check-up, Forehead?” Ino barked out from beside her friend, one arm wrapped around Sakura’s shoulders, pulling her taut against the swell of Ino’s barely contained chest. “How was it? Is he still as strong as during the war? Stronger?”

Of course… she was his medic. Clenching her teeth together where she sat, Hinata couldn’t help the curiosity that welled up within her head. The lone Uchiha had only gotten together with her recently, long after the medical check-up that was made mandatory after Naruto had tried to shirk away from overworking himself under Kakashi’s tutelage.

“C’mon… Ino, can’t you just ask the right question?” Tenten chimed in from her place at the center of the booth, glass in hand with a more predominant flush than Hinata herself could boast in her younger days. “How big is his dick, S’kura?”

As quickly as the topic had arisen, the women at the table fell silent, all eyes shifting from the startled form of Hinata herself, to the slumped back form of Tenten, for every woman present knew one thing more so than any other. The greatest lightweight in Konoha had devoured more alcohol than what was strictly necessary, having almost stripped out of her top then and there when they had discussed fashion trends.

Although, despite all else, that single moment of silence, the moment of realization that their friend was far gone, was only that; a moment.

“Hinata~” Ino sang out, her voice a merry tune, betraying the topic that Hinata herself had wanted to avoid.

Feeling a hand land upon her right thigh, the Hyuga heiress jumped somewhat, glancing to her right, staring deep into the reassuring eyes of Temari; calm, soothing orbs that swiveled with something dark, a hidden thirst for knowledge and gossip. “You can tell us a little, right? We’re your friends, Hina. No one else will know.”

Gritting her teeth a moment more, biting her bottom lip thereafter, the eyes of the two blondes were settled upon her even still, prying past the limit she had tried to set up. Before those deep, scrying eyes could move past that limit, the Hyuga heiress cast her gaze upward, sending a pleading look towards the pinkette that had started it all off.

“Sorry, Hina… I’m under oath, so I can’t share any details.” She truly did sound apologetic, even though she had been the one to start it off. The pink haired medic’s near eternal crush on her boyfriend was their generation’s most well known secret, after all. Although, right as that final hope flickered away, Hinata’s lavender eyes latched onto the way Sakura’s lips moved, silently mouthing out the words she had dreaded the most.

He was huge.

Simple, to the point, but still enough to make Hinata’s cheeks grow warm. It wasn’t incorrect, but the fact that another woman knew only made the heiress ponder what else would have been shared during such a check-up. Although, once more, her daze was broken apart, shattered by the prying cyan eyes of Ino Yamanaka, as well as the comforting palm stroking down the length of her thigh.

“I-I don’t think he would approve…” she muttered out, a low whisper just barely audible, but still loud enough for the twin tailed woman to her right to latch onto. Even then, she kept her head low, unwilling to see the dejection that would surely wash across her friends’ faces.

Although, much to her disbelief, as a gentle hand enclosed around her chin, pushing her head up to meet the steady gazes of her friends, it was Temari that spoke up rather than the fidgeting Ino. “You mean that he doesn’t approve of his own cock?” The question was blunt, almost as if a sledgehammer had been thrown against her stomach, but at the same time, it truly was something that Temari could ask.

Even before she realized it herself, Hinata’s lips had fallen agape, a defense at the ready to protect her boyfriend’s manhood… at least, until she realized that, in her stupor, she had arisen onto her legs, face flushed while looking into the devious, fox-like grin adorning Ino’s lips.

“He does visit the hot springs every once in a while, y’know. At the back, against the cliffside, there’s a small hole with a camouflaged mirror. You can see everything on the other side of the fence.” Finishing off her proclamation with a wink, Ino moved to take another sip of her drink, overly content with what little information she knew. Besides, as she settled back into the couch around their booth, she allowed herself to grin contentedly.

It wasn’t a lie. There was a peephole with a mirror camouflaged in the cliff, likely a relic from Jiraiya’s time alive; although, she had never had the pleasure of seeing the virile Uchiha patriarch enjoying a bath. Had she even tried to do so, there was no doubt in her mind that the man would detect her instantly.

Slumping down into the back of the couch that made up the entirety of their booth, Hinata’s face could not have been redder, so much so that all the heiress could do to stifle a whimpering mewl was to bite her bottom lip. Where she sat, hidden away in the darkness of a nightclub, both hands balling up into tight fists, the grin that encompassed Ino’s lips went unnoticed, though even still, her mind whirled with endless thoughts.

‘Would it hurt to share a little bit?’ That question truly was predominant, though another one was whether or not she should share.

Glancing up from her seat, Hinata’s features remained stiff, a ferocious blush lighting up the entirety of her face like a beacon in the dark; minus the part that even that went unnoticed by the roaming patrons of the upper floor. However, after what felt like a small eternity to the indigo haired woman, her mind was made up. She would tell-

“She’s probably only sucked his- hic- schlong~” Before her lips had so much as moved, an indigidant huff reverberated from the far side of the booth, accompanied by a drunken hiccup and a muttering about wanting another drink.

Almost as quickly as she had made up her mind, those words spilled forth from a drunken Tenten, sending the other women into a series of giggle fits, whilst Hinata herself could do no more than sputter out a reply.

“T-three times…” the reserved Hyuga heiress muttered, both hands between her legs, balled up into fists whilst her blush raged on. “Sasuke-kun is very... “ trailing off once more, Hinata glanced around herself, silently pondering what to do while setting aside a prayer that her boyfriend wouldn’t mind.

“Uhm… could I ask him first? In case he-” she began, only for the pink haired medic across the table to interrupt her. “Hinata, we’ve all seen it in some way, shape or form. I’ve been his doctor for years, Ino is a slut, and Tenten-”

“Excuse you?” Ino huffed, pushing out her chest until the purple top she wore threatened to burst. “Which one of us was it that had to beg for a massage in the hot springs because their ass had been plowed?” Eliciting a soft gasp from her pink haired companion, the matriarch of the Yamanaka clan allowed a confident smirk to spread across her lips, knowing full well that she had won that duel.

“What Forehead is trying to say, Hina-chan, is that we want to hear about the two of you when you get down and dirty.” Sending a wink her way, Ino dropped her elbows down atop the wooden table at their booth, staring the indigo haired heiress directly in the eyes while speaking. “No cock sucking, no handjobs, no nonsense.”

Blinking rapidly, Hinata was, quite frankly, dumbfounded. The argument between Ino and Sakura had been nothing but quiet, and already, she could see some of the patrons below leering up to where the group was seated; yet, there she was, being told to talk about that…

Closing her eyes, Hinata Hyuga took a deep breath, listening to the rhythmical thumping of some form of music down at the first floor; music she had absolutely resented when they had first arrived, but now, for the first time in her life, the heiress wished she could be like one of the ladies down there, swaying their hips wantonly, clad in naught more than lingerie as more than three men ground against them.

When at last her eyes opened up, the gazes of her friends were all on her; a collection of curious, devious, drunken and passive eyes that all pried into what she would rather keep private. Already, she had a distinct feeling that her private life would be put on display...

“Well, two days ago, we...”

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Stepping through the threshold of what could normally pass as a normal bedroom, her eyes weavered, her legs shook and Hinata Hyuga herself would never truly grow accustomed to what she had walked in on. No more than a week prior, she had lived alone within the Hyuga Clan compound, fully content to maintain her dignity and propriety as the heir to one of Konoha’s mightiest clans.

However, no more than a week after, and there she was, every ounce of propriety left outside the door to their joint bedroom, her dignity washed away along with the makeup worn to truly stand out from the masses, leaving only her; innocent little Hinata Hyuga, proud heiress of her clan, naked. All for his eyes. All so that he could claim her as his. All so that the man she had moved in with, no more than a week after entering a relationship with said man, could enjoy her whenever his heart desired it so.

Gulping heavily where she stood, Hinata’s breath came out as ragged gasps, one hand subconsciously draped across her chest, hiding away the peaks of her heaving bosom, whilst her other hand had fallen between her legs, hiding away her lady bits despite knowing full well that her true treasure, as her boyfriend had deemed it, was on full display at all times.

Forcing herself to take another step, another tantalizingly slow step into the room that the greatest indecencies had taken place, Hinata’s lavender eyes flickered around the room, from their large double bed, to the minimalistic decor of a man. Besides a large window that covered the entirety of her right flank, covered up by drapes of a translucent white and dark grey color, the room could pass as any normal bachelor’s abode. At least, until her head spun around, twisting to the right to stare behind herself, lavender eyes gazing deep into irisless lavender eyes as her gaze landed upon the mirror her boyfriend had pushed into the corner of the room.

Thick thighs, long legs and a pale coloration that would almost make her glow in the right light; those were the signs that met her first. By her own judgment, her body was unlike any other woman’s, though contrary to popular belief, in Hinata’s own eyes, there was nothing special. Her thighs were too thick, her legs lacked the athletic muscle that many of her friends possessed, and the tone of her skin was simply far too fair for her own liking. Although, as her eyebrows furrowed and her lip quirked with disdain, her eyes eventually reached the epitome of her own annoyance.

Her rump. Plump, thick and undeniably soft. It was, without a doubt, the part she disliked the most about herself; the part she would gladly trade away for a look like her dearest friends. A firm, slender behind that would not force any and all undergarments to dip between her cheeks. However, with a deep flush settling down across her cheeks, his opinion was far different.

Glancing around the room as subtly, and as quickly as she could manage, Hinata once more refocused her gaze upon the asset she had hated the most; second only to her rather voluptuous chest.

Arching her back, dropping her hands down upon her knees, and staring off into the curve of her own rump, the Hyuga heiress swayed her hips, a rather unladylike whimper spilling forth from between her lips; all the while, her lavender eyes, the famed Byakugan in its slumbering state, were squarely fastened upon the jiggling asset…

… at least, until a low cough reverberated from her left, and as a schoolgirl caught cheating on a test, the heiress’ back sprung up, her feet pushing off of the floor, sending her an inch into the air before stumbling back down to reality.

Standing within the doorway leading into their adjoining bathroom, clad in naught more than a pair of black briefs that left nothing to the imagination, he was watching. Arms folded across a muscular, warforged chest, powerful legs leaning against the frame of a doorway, and an immaculate mane of onyx hair falling down around his head, strangely strict despite his youthful appearance. Yet, the sight that caught her attention the most were his eyes. One as dark as the night sky itself, whilst the other was an eternal reminder that they had all, at one point, been at war. A Rinnegan with the tomoe of a Sharingan, zeroing in on the sight he had walked in on; the sight of his girlfriend swaying her hips rhythmically in front of a mirror.

“You’re starting to appreciate it as well?” Sasuke Uchiha spoke up at last, his deep voice strict, yet teasing as well, knowing full well where to land a jab to hit his girlfriend hard.

Shaking her head where she stood, caught in the act as she was, the heiress’ face could hide nothing at all from her boyfriend’s perceptive gaze; or any civilian, red as it was. “Can we please remove the clo-” No more than a second after she had spoken up, the man whose eyes she adored strode forth, a swiftness to his step despite the briskness of his pace.

“Not until you learn to love your body as I do, Hina.” He said, a strong arm wrapping itself around her slender waist, pulling her taut against his side in a single, fluent motion. “The rule remains the same until then. No clothing in the bedroom. For you, that is.” Finishing off with a near sadistic chuckle, the raven haired Uchiha gave her back a little nudge, inching her closer towards the bed that they shared.

From the moment his fingers brushed past her skin, a warmth made its way up along her spine, a tingling sensation that quickly made its way back down; down towards the apex of her thighs.

A single glance in his direction was enough to make ladies swoon. A chaste touch, a polite greeting, or the tight embrace reserved for a lover did so much more; a fact that Hinata herself could verify for any who dared doubt it. The proud heiress of a mighty clan, reduced to a blushing virgin at the merest touch; a blessing in disguise when meeting with her father, for she truly had come across as the virgin her family believed her to be.

Twisting her body around to press her chest against his, Hinata craned her neck, looking up to meet his gaze, though her fingers remained where they were, gently brushing circles around his chest, holding on for dear life as the hand that had pulled her close fell lower and lower, until at last, with an audible whine and a soft ladylike gasp, her rear was within his grasp, the thick cheeks of her pale behind squishing down beneath the palm of his hand.

“Did you want that massage tonight, princess?” He muttered out, voice a gravelly pitch, the reason for which was made all too clear to the woman pressed up against his front. “Or, perhaps you were hoping for something a little more…” allowing his voice to trail off there, Sasuke tipped his head down, pressing his lips against her plump pink ones.

Captivated as her lips were, even as her boyfriend’s fingers grasped the flesh of her rear, Hinata could practically feel her eyebrows furrow, an unbidden question playing across her tongue, though before her mind could comprehend it, her breath was taken away; whisked away in time with the furious dance between their tongues. Hers was one that would resist, if only for the briefest moment, before his forced her to submit. A violent dance of dominance, a passionate sway of affection, or perhaps even-

Letting out a low yelp of surprise, Hinata broke away from their kiss, her boyfriend’s face gleaming with a devious smirk, all the while keeping his hands locked around the plumpness of her rump.

His fingers, in their ingenious playtime across her rear, had slid deeper and deeper, groping the plump flesh of a far too voluptuous butt, yet all the while, the deeper her consciousness had been pulled into their kiss, the harder the pressure around her groin became. Relinquishing his hold no more than a moment later, the devious smirk that had once adorned his lips dissipated, morphing into something akin to pity, before even that turned into something else, something far more primal.

‘Lust…’ her mind reminded her, lavender colored eyes gingerly sliding down along the toned abs of his stomach, drifting lower and lower until, as she had with her own rear, her eyes reached the pinnacle of her boyfriend’s assets.

Pressing up against the dark material of his briefs, what could only be called a lead pipe made itself known, expanding, growing and pulsating for every passing moment; all the while throbbing as the cloth around his groin grew darker than ever before. Although, as her tongue darted out across her lips, Hinata’s eyes lavished the place between his legs with more attention than any other had gained.

What her boyfriend possessed that few others did was not a cock the size of a mammoth, but rather, a pair of balls, heavy and swollen, easily matching the size of two juicy red apples, warm to the touch with an abundance of virile seed coursing through his sack. Despite her position, her station in life and the hierarchy she had been born into, the moment her lavender eyes had landed upon her boyfriend’s sack, the Hyuga heiress’ throat had gone dry. How often would one be presented with something so… big?

Blinking rapidly to free herself from her lustful stupor, Hinata Hyuga, proud heiress of the mightiest clan in Konoha, eased herself out of her boyfriend’s protective embrace, restraining the whimper that wanted to make itself known as his fingers slid away from her rump. “If you would be so i-inclined,” biting her bottom lip, Hinata couldn’t help but grow flushed at her own stutter. “Should I lay down or- ooah!”

Without granting his girlfriend the time to finish her sentence, Sasuke Uchiha spun her around, forcibly twisting Hinata’s body until her breasts faced the bed, giving the small of her back a rough push forward, barely exerting a tenth of his strength, but even that proved enough to send his princess down onto the cushioned mattress they so often shared. From where he stood, mismatched eyes fastened solely on the sway of her curves, the tightness around his groin grew worse, a pressure building up around the waistband of his briefs.

How he had met Hinata, on a scheduled date set up by her father, he did not know, but, as his eyes landed upon her rear, protruding into the air as it was, he cared little for the finer details.

On her end however, from that meager push, not only had she stumbled forward, but her breasts, free for all to see as they were, jiggled in time with her every motion. No more than a second after his palm had landed upon her back, the Hyuga heiress had been forced to brace herself, catching herself in time with her hands, though nonetheless, her posture had broken. Her face hovered mere inches above the mattress of their bed, her back was arched in a manner befitting the nukenin that were caught, and her rear, the part of her that she disliked the most, protruded into the air, rhythmically shaking back and forth against her own will.

Although, as she turned her head to the side, resting her long indigo mane of hair atop the bed, her eyes were met by the very sight she longed for every night. Her boyfriend’s briefs, strained to the limit of propriety, a visible bulge threatening to tear its way through the fabric at a moment’s notice. Could she care about her protruding rump with such a sight presented to her…? No answer came to mind.

“Stay like that until I return,” was all she heard, his body disappearing somewhere she did not dare to look, leaving her to once more stare at herself into the mirror her boyfriend insisted on keeping.

The sight that met her was one she would never have thought possible before the war so many years ago, for there she was, the princess of the Hyuga Clan, naked, on her hands and knees, without so much as an intention to cover up. Craning her neck the tiniest bit, her lavender eyes widened, mouth falling agape with a shallow whimper, for right before her eyes, the treasure between her legs was put on display.

A glistening, hairless pussy, untouched for the sake of propriety and dignity, shaven and cleaned on a daily basis to maintain the image of a Princess, a heiress and the pinnacle of her clan’s hierarchy. However, as her eyes slithered further up, watching the reflection of that heiress’ butt shaking within the mirror, knowing full well what her boyfriend adored as much as she did.

Placed no more than a few inches further up, between the cheeks of a butt that would swallow any and all underwear, her tightest, dirtiest hole was placed and most used hole was placed; the entrance to her backdoor, as well as the place where Hinata Hyuga had been fucked the most. Simply staring back at herself, reliving the memories of her first time playing there, was more than enough to make the indigo haired woman blush, though this time, there was no embarrassment to be had. Only an all-encompassing arousal was present, a deep, sensual desire to be used, a dream of being claimed time and time again until her hand could effortlessly glide in and out of that sacred place…

“Getting excited, are we?” A deep voice boomed from her backside, a chuckle rumbling through her boyfriend’s chest, and, for who knew how many times, Hinata moaned as her reply.

Striding forth from the enclosed bathroom within their bedroom, the confidence oozing forth from Sasuke Uchiha was almost strong enough to touch, and as his bare feet strode along the floorboards within their bedroom, Hinata’s eyes zeroed in on his frame once more. Strong and muscled, yet somehow agile and fit, able to outrun any and all shinobi of Konoha, save for Naruto himself. Flinching up onto her hands and knees, raising her head up from the comfort of the mattress until her back was straight, Hinata could wish for no more than to disappear completely within their bed. Not only had her temptations caused her to stare at her swaying rear a few moments beforehand, but once again, she had been captivated; gaze unmoving as her quivering pussy oozed its liquid love.

However, as her eyes closed in on the sight of her boyfriend, one thing truly was different from when he had left her there, aroused and ready. The black fabric of his briefs had been removed, leaving his hips, thin and strong, as bare as hers. Yet, the moment her brain took note, her eyes fell elsewhere, landing upon the swaying apples beneath his--

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“Come on, Hinata! Get to the freaking point already,” Ino whined from her place across the table, snapping the indigo haired Hyuga out of her story.

Already, her thoughts had drifted. Even amongst her friends, with the audible beats of a song she didn’t know playing in the background, her mind had zeroed in on the one thing she had promised herself not to mention. Biting her bottom lip as tightly as she could, Hinata muttered out an apology, blinking her eyes a moment later to realize the fact.

“So, his balls are big? What then, you got your massage and prince charming went to bed with a book? Boo!” From the end of the table, a far too drunk Tenten slammed her glass back down onto her coaster, yet another mug of ale swallowed down by the time it took Hinata to reach that point.

“At least let the woman finish her story…” Temari muttered out, her blonde eyebrows knit tightly together whilst her gaze remained fastened to the flushing form of Tenten. The brunette had had a bit much that evening…

Turning her lavender eyes forward, staring into the emerald orbs directly in front of her current position, Hinata could do naught more than let out a sigh as Sakura’s pink eyebrows wiggled in her direction, a clear enough sign that she, too, knew what her boyfriend possessed.

“Skip the massage?” Hinata mumbled forth, pulling on the fabric of her top in a vain attempt to stifle her discomfort.

The resounding consent of a “Yes!” rumbled through the booth, and for the first time that night, Hinata had been forced to apologize to a passing waitress for overshadowing the sound of the music downstairs…

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Letting out a content, euphoric sigh from her place on the bed, Hinata stretched, arching her back while holding her arms out in front of her, the gentle kneading of her boyfriend’s fingers around her shins bringing with it a relief she had not had in months.

For what had felt like a small eternity, trapped in that position, on her front with her rump exposed to her boyfriend’s eyes, Hinata had sighed, whimpered and moaned her consent, a small wave of blissful ecstasy washing through her system midway through it all. How long had it been since her muscles were so…. relaxed? Had she known the answer, then the Hyuga heiress would’ve undoubtedly done something about it.

Clenching her teeth tightly together to stifle a rumbling yawn, Hinata could practically feel her eyes lull, a smile of contentment adorning her lips, even as his hands began their trek upward.

It had almost become like a daily routine. Tight embraces before they left in the morning, a chaste kiss in the shower, a shared jug of oolong tea in the afternoon. And always, no matter how hard she had tried to resist at first, their days would always end here, in bed, his hands kneading the plump flesh of her behind, with that very cock sliding up against the insides of her thighs.

Letting out a low moan from the very sensation, Hinata stretched once more, spreading her thighs to grant her boyfriend entry; an action that was met with eager hands a moment later. Long fingers, a strong grip and a calm storm of arousal hidden beneath the stoic exterior he had put on for so many years.

The curse of the Uchiha Clan had not only referred to their strong bonds of love. Amongst the males of the clan, it was often common to find ones gifted in more sensual arts, though amongst those, there were some that were simply cursed. Her boyfriend was, sadly and luckily, one such individual with a powerful curse placed upon his body.

Dangling freely beneath the shaft of his cock, a pair of apple sized balls were near constantly at work, producing more cum than any ordinary man could ever do, while never truly ceasing their production. During his youth, Hinata had been informed that Sasuke was of the brooding sort, wanting to avoid any and all woman, or man for that sake, until he was forced to join forces with the one shinobi that broke that barrier apart. Although, as a side effect, it had left an over productive Uchiha in the village, all without an ounce of reprieve.

As his fingers slid further up, avoiding the weeping slit of her pussy altogether, Hinata’s eyes began to roll into the back of her head, a simple thought keeping her sanity in check. How long had it been since their last session? Two hours, if that much?

A simple glance backward, across her shoulders and down between his legs was more than enough for her to find an answer. Those swollen orbs she adored so much had not lost an ounce of weight, retaining their bloated size despite her best efforts to unburden her love before his sparring session.

No more than a moment later, her musings were all but shattered, a pair of strong hands settling down upon her thick, oiled rump. “What do you think of it?” He bit out, using both hands to forcibly spread Hinata’s cheeks, exposing her dirtiest, least ladylike hole for his prying eyes to see.

Grinding her teeth where she lay, her mind whirled, unable to so much as think, let alone decide what she thought about her own assets. “It’s… uhm, very big?” she tried, only to let out an audible yelp as both of his hands came crashing down upon her flanks, sending a stinging pain up her spine. “Fat! I hate-” Another crash, an audible slap resounding through their bedroom as her boyfriend’s hands landed upon her rear.

Feeling his weight settle down upon her thighs, Hinata could do naught more than stare back, eyes wide as she caught sight of her boyfriend’s intentions. His hands were still greedily grasping the plump cheeks of her rump, spreading her rear apart until her backdoor was revealed, before placing the shaft of his cock atop of it. Even as she watched, her eyebrows furrowed, unable to so much as think with the swollen mushroom head of his cock staring back at her. Although, his intentions were made all too clear a moment later as, with a sadistic smirk, the hands that had been placed atop her flank were removed; shifting his grip up to hold her waist in an iron grip.

Shuddering with anticipation, Hinata allowed her body to relax, feeling the throbbing shaft of his cock sliding between her sizeable cheeks. Already, her butt had devoured his shaft, leaving only the swollen head of his dick to poke out of the valley that was her rear, though, no more than a moment later, the hips that had been put to rest against her behind receded, the entirety of her boyfriend’s cock sliding along her crack, so much so that, as his head brushed past her quivering backdoor, Hinata could scarcely help the moan that spilled forth from her lips.

Back and forth he went, an even pace of thrusting forward and sliding back out, using the oil from his previous massage to ease himself in and out as if he fucked her holes.

Forcing her gaze to lock onto the pillows directly ahead, Hinata mewled, bit her lip and hid her flushing face amidst the plush duvet of their bed, wanting to avoid his gaze, his smirk and the irresistible sight of his cock as it eased its way between her…

With an audible gasp, Hinata’s back arched, a sharp sting of pain running through her scalp as, even without acknowledging the fact, Sasuke’s hand had shot up to her hair, twirling a handful of her silky smooth indigo hair between his fingers, before yanking it backward.

“Don’t look away.” It wasn’t so much of a question as it was an order. Throwing a cautious glance across her shoulder, the protest that had wanted to slip free from her lips was swallowed back down, for staring her in the eye was no longer the onyx sphere of Sasuke’s right eye. Meeting her gaze head on was a blood red orb with three tomoe freely spinning around its core.

Frozen in place by his voice, gruff and strained, unable to keep the pleasure at bay, Hinata looked on, a mesmerized haze adorning her features as her boyfriend sped up his thrusts.

Audible slaps reverberated throughout their room, the sound of his balls crashing up against her weeping slit, as well as the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh. Beneath her boyfriend’s near mechanical hips, her butt jiggled rhythmically, clapping loudly against his thrusts as his tempo increased. Where once the slaps of his hips hitting her rump had been, a heavy breath remained instead.

On and on he went, thrusting his hips between the cheeks that Hinata herself had loathed so, using her rear alone to get off, without so much as a glance down towards the pussy she would otherwise offer up. Yet, even as her mind fluttered, breath growing shallow, the simple sight could do no more than turn her on.

Her body was put to use. Her prim, proper and ladylike body, put on display as an example for the common folk to adore, was defiled in such a manner. And the very thought was enough to make her--

“Uuahh~” Hinata moaned, her breath a ragged gasp as her body tightened up, the sight of her rear being defiled in such a manner making her pussy gush with excitement alone.

Beneath her boyfriend’s ministrations, the pride of the Hyuga Clan and the most sought-after lady in Konoha came, her juices freely trickling down onto the duvet between her legs, though that thought alone only spurred her on further. How much time had she spent there, laying on her stomach with her boyfriend’s cock between her cheeks? Seconds? Minutes? An hour or two?

Shaking her head as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her mind was made up; she simply couldn’t bring herself to care. Feeling her tongue loll out of her mouth, resting against her chin as her eyes rolled back, Hinata Hyuga could, for the first time that day, see the gates of heaven before her eyes. Although, no more than a moment later, the gates were replaced by something else entirely.

With a grunt on his part, Sasuke released his cock from his girlfriend’s grip, yanking it free from her jiggling cheeks, holding his cock aloft by the base. Already, it throbbed, it shook and a clear stream of precum had long since oozed forth from the slit atop his dick. However, no matter how much he wished it so, he wouldn’t cum from something so simple. Or rather, he couldn’t.

Watching his girlfriend’s body quiver, hearing the sound of her ragged breathing, only one thing could satisfy the embers smouldering within his groin. Releasing the grasp he had on her hair, Sasuke watched her head fall down, the entirety of her body quivering atop their bed.

Returning his hands to rest atop the cheeks of his girlfriend’s rear, Sasuke pulled them far apart, his gaze resting upon the single spot he had willingly defiled. If one deemed Hinata a proper lady, then a single glance upon her private life would render oneself rattled. From the very first moment they slept together, he had known, yet, when the publicly shy Hyuga had pleaded with him to take her there, even the stoic Uchiha had been forced to raise an eyebrow.

Grasping onto the base of his cock with one hand, he eased it forward, guiding the head down towards that one hole, all the while making sure that Hinata’s attention was anywhere but there. Feeling the jiggling cheeks of his girlfriend’s plump rump enclose around his swollen head, Sasuke let out a low sigh before, with a precision that could only come from years of practice, he thrust his hips forward, pressing the swollen head of his dick directly against her quivering asshole.

The reaction was near immediate…

Snapping her eyes wide awake, Hinata’s back arched, her mouth falling agape as a long, outdrawn moan slipped free from her pink lips. Whirling her head around to stare behind her back, the Hyuga heiress’ eyes remained wide, her moan stretching out into a scream, much the same as her asshole stretched itself to accommodate the cock being forced deeper inside of her hole.

Already, a half of his cock was pushing its way inside, with inch upon inch forcing its way deeper, stretching the tight ring of muscle around Hinata Hyuga’s asshole apart until her moan turned into an orgasmic scream. The euphoria that had wracked her body mere moments beforehand came crashing back, though this time, the mere sensation was enough to leave her mind reeling.

Another inch, another painfully girthy inch, and yet another inch. Even as her asshole tightened up, even as her back arched and her voice broke off into a scream, Sasuke continued his journey deeper, forcing more and more of his cock inside of her until he could push no more. Upon reaching the seven inch mark, his hips ground to a halt, the remaining length of his dick being denied entry by the heiress’ tightened canal.

Simply sheathing himself inside of her had caused her to scream, and, as Sasuke positioned himself above her back, he could already envision the neighbors’ written complaints about the two making too much noise in the evening.

Feeling the pressure around his length lessen a tiny bit, Sasuke Uchiha eased himself back, sliding his dick further and further out until only the very tip remained inside of Hinata’s rear, holding himself up as her sphincter frantically tried to push him all the way out. Holding himself there for a moment more, fully propped up on his arms, the young Uchiha allowed himself a moment to take in the sight beneath her, before dropping himself down atop his girlfriend’s rump.

Had the scream of being pierced not already been loud, then the shriek that slipped past her lips when he mercilessly dropped down could easily be misjudged as a banshee’s. In one fell swoop, allowing gravity to work its wonders, Sasuke had sheathed the entirety of his cock inside of her underused asshole, forcibly stretching her out until not an ounce of resistance remained within her body.

Yet, the worst of it all? From the moment his cockhead pierced through her twitching backdoor, Hinata’s mind had been shattered, any and all thoughts leaving her head, leaving only the desire, the sheer euphoric relief, within her mind.

Feeling his cock slip free from her abused rump, Hinata could only shudder, the entirety of her body going limp as yet another wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her veins, and when he dropped down once more? Once more sheathing his thick dick inside of her refined backdoor?

The smile that adorned her lips at that moment could not, and would not, be seen on any high class lady. The cheapest whore in Konoha, perhaps, but a lady? The mere thought of anyone seeing that very face was enough to turn the tiniest twinge of pain into yet another wave of bliss.

Letting out grunts from his place above her rump, Sasuke’s eyebrows twitched, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face as his hips crashed down against Hinata’s plump rump. Time and time again, he would thrust downward, yet no matter how harsh his thrusts, no matter how rough his pace, the Hyuga heiress beneath him would do naught more than moan, her walls clenching down around his length, granting him the lewdest, most rhythmical massage he could ever ask for.

Gritting his teeth as his cockhead ground down against her insides for the umpteenth time that evening, Sasuke could feel the cum churning within his bloated balls, a gallon’s worth of cum swishing around within his sack, but even still, his control refused to give in. How long would he last before his libido demanded another helping of Hyuga ass? The answer alone spurred him on to hold back, but even as his mind was made up, the girl beneath him had to turn her head his way. She simply had to show him her face, the masque of high society broken, leaving only the sight of an orgasm starved slut.

A single look was all it took for his control to snap, and with an audible roar, Sasuke Uchiha came, his seed rushing down the length of his cock at a speed greater than mankind could know, unloading the first jet of cum inside the deepest reaches of Hinata’s asshole.

Making shallow thrusts against her jiggling rump, his eyebrows tensed, eyelids sliding closed as jet upon jet of cum rushed out of his slit. Already, he had sprayed her insides five times, yet his orgasm was nowhere near done. Six, seven, even eight sizable sprays of cum, showering Hinata’s insides without showing a single sign of stopping. It wasn’t until his balls spewed forth a tenth jet that his control returned, and with a grin not unlike a ferocious beast, Sasuke pulled out, slipping his cock free from the cum drenched hole that had once been an underused fuckhole.

From the moment his cock slipped free, the final jet, tiny in comparison to the others, shot its load across the Hyuga heiress’ rump, spraying her bruised cheeks with thick white splatters, before at last, his orgasm had ended.

Beside her, amidst the orgasmic oblivion she had been all but forced inside of, Hinata could feel her boyfriend’s body slump down in bed beside her, though what little of her attention remained was placed elsewhere altogether. A scalding heat spread itself across her cheeks, whilst a steady stream of that very same liquid erupted from her abused asshole, forming a small waterfall of pure white cum as it began to pool within her crack.

She, Hinata Hyuga, had had her asshole fucked without so much as a warning, but, as her mind began to drift off into unconsciousness, a simple smile adorned her lips.

‘Worth it…’

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Once more, the audible beats resounding through the interior of a highly populated nightclub filled her ears, but for the first time that evening, the thumping shockwaves of its sound acted like a comfort beyond any other.

Directly in front of her, across the table, Ino Yamanaka lounged within the couch of their booth, a trimmed platinum eyebrow raised higher than Hinata had ever seen. To the platinum blonde woman’s right, Sakura, the pink haired medic of Konoha’s hospital, shared her friend’s lackluster expression, however, even before Hinata herself could fidget in her seat, Tenten’s boisterous voice, drunk as she was, caused the Hyuga to jump in her seat.

“Ha! Told ya she was into- hic- butt stuff,” grinning triumphantly from her place at the end of the booth, the brunette waggled her eyebrows, waving her hand in Ino’s direction, to which the blonde let out an indigidant huff. “Pay up, schluts~”

Blinking rapidly where she sat, Hinata opened her mouth, closing it again near immediately thereafter, before opening it once more, a silent question playing across her lips.

From her right, Temari let out a sigh, pulling out a small bill, only to slide it along the table towards the center of the booth. “We put up a bet about each other’s kinks long ago. Ino believed you would be, and I quote, putting your melons to use, whilst Sakura presumed you were more traditional. Tenten-” a jubilant cry from the aforementioned brunette broke the Suna shinobi off, but a glare from a nearby waitress quickly shut the woman up. “Tenten was the only one insisting that you were a screamer…”

Grumbling in her general direction as she slid another bill towards the brunette, Sakura glanced towards Hinata, a near apologetic expression adorning her features as she addressed the woman in question. “Sorry, Hina. We sort of wanted to make it interesting and pressure you into talking about it. Ino-pig over here,” rolling her eyes at the huff that slipped past Ino’s lips, Sakura gave her friend an elbow in the ribs before returning her gaze to Hinata’s flushed cheeks. “She practically demanded that you would use your breasts during copulation…”

Allowing the scenario to fill her mind for the briefest moment, Hinata slowly eased herself closer to the edge of the booth, trying to ignore the fact that a bet had been made about her kinks.

“Uhm… could we continue this another night? I’m not feeling too good…” trailing off as she stepped out of the booth, Hinata’s eyes were fastened everywhere but on her friends’ faces, stepping closer and closer towards the side where Sakura was seated.

“Of course, Hinata. If you’re not feeling well, head on home. I’ll make sure these three get somewhere a little more decent before we-” Temari began, only to trail off as Ino, leaning over until her knees were resting atop the booth’s couch, gave Hinata’s rump a swathe in passing, causing the indigo haired woman to let out a startled yelp, before shooting a low huff in the platinum haired woman’s direction.

“Least you weren’t lying about your ass. Lemme have a proper taste of it sometime, ‘kay?” The blonde chirped, being yanked back down onto her ass by an aggravated Sakura.

Whatever they bickered about afterwards was well beyond Hinata, for no more than a minute after Ino’s hand had landed there, the indigo haired heiress left the locale, darting between alleyways to begin the trek home.

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The moon had long since risen to its pinnacle in the skies, and with it, the bustling life of young adults taking to the streets had begun to die down. Amongst the lingering voices of men and women heading back towards their homes, hidden within one of the many residential districts that had sprung up all around the outskirts of Konoha, a sound not unlike that which could be found in the shadier establishments resounded.

A low sigh, a heated groan, and the unmistakable sound of a woman’s moan filtered through the empty streets. The evening air had long since turned crisp, but for the woman hiding away between the alleys of houses, the cold air did no more than turn her on more. Between her thick, spotless thighs, a series of fingers moved up and down; a steady stream of warm liquid oozing forth from the apex of her thighs as the cold air set her nethers ablaze.

Ever since the nightclub that evening, Hinata Hyuga’s body had been ablaze, so much so that, as her friends had persuaded her to share the exploits of her and her boyfriend’s private time, her eager, unused womanhood had done nothing but weep for attention. Yet, as her thighs quivered and her knees buckled, the most shockingly satisfying part of it all had been what came as she had attempted to slide away.

Long platinum colored hair, a smooth, near perfect hourglass figure, firm yet soft breasts and a pussy she could only assume to be hairless filled her mind. Ino Yamanaka, whether it was the alcohol or not, had had the audacity to slap a Hyuga’s ass. That very same audacity, and the force put behind that simple slap, had only thrown fuel on the fire that raged on between Hinata’s legs.

Whimpering as her slender digits continuously prodded against the silky spots within her pussy, Hinata’s eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out even as she fell against the wall behind her back. An anal addict, an eager slut in bed, and an exhibitionist. The stories she had withheld, the tales she could have spun, and the reactions she had longed to draw forth. The mere knowledge that she, the heiress of a proud clan, had allowed the most degrading acts to take place between her and the only two people she had loved, was enough to make her panties wet whenever she wore any.

In the throes of her arousal soaked stupor, as her pants sunk further and further down along her spotless legs, the phone she had so hastily flung onto the stone ledge behind her back vibrated, a bright light flaring up, causing Hinata’s fingers to jab against her sweet spot a little harder than she had originally intended.

Shuddering where she stood, on the verge of orgasm, Hinata shifted her position around, twisting one arm across her chest to lift up the phone from its resting place. Continuing the gentle pumping and prodding of her fingers, Hinata shakily unlocked her phone, bringing up the messages, only to flinch back as she noticed the name of the sender.

Ino Yamanaka.

Pulling up the message with a greater gusto than she herself knew she was capable of, Hinata stared, wide eyed, as her fingers worked their wonders against her virgin pussy. It was an image without any attached text. Furrowing her eyebrows while withholding the moans that threatened to spill free from her lips, Hinata opened the message, enlarging the image until she could see it fully.

It was an image taken from the Nara clan head’s residence, of that much, she was certain. In it, the very same woman she had so eagerly thought about was pushed up against a wall, the deep purple top she so often wore pulled up to reveal her pale breasts, all the while keeping a sultry smile across her lips. However, rather than being met by the pale pink nipples she knew were there, Hinata’s eyes widened even further than before, for pressing their lips against Ino’s nipples were both Sakura and Tenten, topless in much the same way that Ino was.

A moment later, even as she gazed upon the image of her friends in the midst of an act she could never forget, another message appeared, this one a simple sentence that spurred her fingers on even more than before.

“There’s room for one more.”

The moan that resounded throughout the alley that evening would’ve undoubtedly awoken many a neighbor around the lone Uchiha’s apartment, but there, as a spray of clear liquid shot forth from her pussy, Hinata could hardly bring herself to care.
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