Chapter 22 - A Rare Treat

The walk over to Tenten’s was long, made oh so much longer by the excitement and anticipation. Poor Karu had left her favorite little rhino over and Tenten had called to ask if someone could drop it off, our poor little girl couldn’t go all weekend without it after all. Normally Hinata would insist on the chore but she had promised to babysit for Kurenai allll day.

She even took little Boruto with her for a play date.

It was truly as if the stars had aligned.

Tenten looked much less thrilled when she opened the door. She wasn’t angry or sad or anything don’t get me wrong, just apprehensive. Still, she didn’t block me from entering the house, or say anything to deter me from kneeling down by that adorable little girl in her baby cage.

Karu had the cutest fucking laugh, and she laughed a lot. All I had to do was squeeze her arms or scratch her back a little, or in this case, poke her in the face with her favorite little stuffed animal. She positively squealed at the sight of it, waving her arms around until she managed to get a grip on the thing. It was so distracting it took me a good minute to notice Tenten hadn’t said so much as hello. I mean, I hadn’t either but I was distracted! I didn’t get nearly as much Karu time as her, surely she should understand.

“So, good news,” I offered, trying to sound enticing as she shuffled awkwardly in place.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked, finally meeting my eyes.

I left our precious child to her work. She seemed content to sit up and play with the smorgasbord of toys around her, so my attention turned back to the other beautiful girl in the room. Her hair was down, that was something I didn’t get to see enough. It looked like she was still in her sleep clothes, some kind of sweats and a tank top. God her breasts looked fantastic.

“God your breasts look fantastic,” I told her, pulling her up against my body, even as she clenched up in response. “I mean, you were always hot Tenten but fuck if that little girl didn’t fill you out perfect,” I muttered in her ear, bringing a hand up to squeeze her through the shirt.

“Naruto…” she mumbled, turning her gaze around.

“Hinata and Boruto are gonna be over at Kurenai’s all day. So if I were to take five or ten hours to drop something off nobody would know,” I continued, running my hands up and down her wonderful newly curvy body.

“Naruto no,” she protested lightly. “We…you have to stop doing this,” she said, only getting a little venom when she shifted the blame.

“Why?” I asked simply, still smiling and still stroking her body.

She took some time to answer.

“We agreed to stop after you two got married,”

“You weren’t pregnant when I agreed to that,” I rebuke lightly, bringing one hand up to her stomach. We’d been together long enough that I knew when she really didn’t want me to touch her. She needed the affection right now. Of course, I could have just hugged her if I was truly being altruistic. “I can’t just leave my little girl’s mommy all tense and worked up,”

I squeezed her breast again, watching the round flesh puff slightly outside the meager restraints.

When I leaned in to kiss her neck, and she bent her head to give me more access, I knew I’d won. She admitted it. She wanted this too, hell maybe she even needed it. It wasn’t a lie that I loved her too. Maybe not the exact same way I loved Hinata or Sakura, but I still cared deeply for her, still wanted her to be happy. That’s why I grinned so wide when she spoke.

“I…okay fine,”

Not that.

“But you need to pick some condoms up, it’s not a safe day,”

I squeezed her tighter in my arms.

“I think Karu would like a little sibling don’t you?”

“Oh my god,” she muttered. “Naruto, no, seriously,” she pushed on my arms, and this time I released her. “We fu-freaking, really lucked out with Karu, what if the next kid looks just like you? Hinata will notice!”

The unalarmed grin I kept on my face seemed to soften the hostility on hers.

“It’s okay, we’ll just tell her the truth then,” I offered, putting a hand out to try to grab her and getting it slapped away lightly. “It’ll be fine, I’ll just tell her you both got pregnant around the same time, before me and her were serious, you didn’t want to tell her, I didn’t know what to do and just….tried to be there for both of you. We both know she’d understand, she loves you, almost as much as she loves this little muffin-”

I broke off to faun over said little girl. She was awake, trying and failing adorably to stuff her beloved toy into her mouth. A short tickle on her belly was all it took to get her attention and another heart-melting laugh. How could I possibly regret anything that led to this angel’s existence? It was like an adrenaline shot of pure happiness every time I saw that smile.

I leaned down to blow on her stomach, watching her laugh again and having to cover my mouth to keep from laughing myself. At least I could pet and play with her all day. That was going to be my fallback excuse if Hinata beat me home anyway.

“Naruto will you please just go get some condoms?” she muttered, not quite looking at me when I poked my head up. She didn’t fight me when I pulled her into my embrace again. For a moment we just looked at each other. We kissed, and she seemed a little apprehensive still, but responded nonetheless.  

“But I’d love it if you got pregnant…” I whispered into her mouth, punctuating with another short kiss. She only gave a tired groan into my mouth in response. It quickly turned into erotic noises as my hands combed over that wonderful womanly body. You couldn’t work as a martial arts instructor when you were pregnant, it was probably illegal and definitely unsafe.

She’d be out of work.

She’d just have to come and stay with us for a while, out of this dingy little apartment, into that big comfy house. Hinata wouldn’t mind her living in a guest room until she got back on her feet, or you know, forever, who knows. I groaned enthusiastically at the thought. Her legs shook a little as I pulled her tighter against me. We moved, slowly, from our spot by the crib over to the couch, her falling on my lap as we did.

A quick glance confirmed Karu was focused on her toy again. With that done, I pulled her shirt overhead and basked in the glory of her bouncing breasts. She made an almost pained noise as my mouth clamped down on one. It was taking all her effort to stay quiet. God, it was fun to tease her and push her and make her work even harder at that.

Her fingers dug into my scalp as I did every trick and angle I could dream up to pleasure her chest. I poked her nipples with my tongue, then circled them, then bit down and sucked hard, all slowly and all the while my hands massaged tenderly. Thought it wasn’t until I dug a hand down into her snatch that a real noise escaped. Another glance, another confirmation our daughter didn’t give a shit what we were doing.

She had toys to stuff in her mouth dammit!

I had something to stuff in my mouth too. There was a perverse glee in that parallel, in sucking on my woman’s tits while our child cooed and gurgled in the background. Tenten had such wonderful skin, coated in a thin layer of sweat it tasted heavenly.

Still, my cock didn’t come out until she started grinding frantically on it through our clothes. We didn’t say anything. I just lifted her up lightly, shimmed my pants down a bit, listened to her give a short groan of defeat, then she copied me.

And then she sank down on my manhood.

My raw, naked manhood.

Almost immediately she was bucking like a damn machine, bouncing like the athlete she was. This is what I loved about Tenten, the thing that stood out most anyway, how goddamn fit she was. The pace she could maintain riding on my cock was just unrivaled, none of the other women I had the privilege of bedding came close.

I had to work hard to get her to cum before popping off. It was almost like a race, one I didn’t always win even. One that had consequences for defeat. Dipping my fingers in a freshly creamed pussy wasn’t torturous or anything, but it was something I’d rather avoid. It made an already exciting secret even more exhilarating. It was all I could do to keep the breathless laughter quiet as we enthusiastically fucked each other.

There was a dark pride in knowing I’d worn her down.

She wanted me to wear a condom, she was really afraid of getting pregnant again, but she was willing to risk it for this. It was only fair, I was risking a lot for this too. I wasn’t lying before, if I brought it up delicately Hinata would accept this, she loved all three of the people in this room enough too. Still, she’d be happier if she never knew, moreover, it would be a proper fuckfest if she just walked in on a scene like this.

I groaned against the wad of flesh in my mouth at the thought. Thank fuck she took that moment to speed up even faster, letting out that little whine she did as she came on my cock. My mouth released exactly long enough to pull her lips against it, and with a deep groan, I emptied myself right in her womb.

We continued kissing as I caught my breath, she wasted no time wiggling and squeezing down there, trying to harden me back up. She was less worn out by the bout and already eager for more.

Fuck life was good.


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