The air in the Hyuga garden was heavy with cicadas and the faint smell of night blossoms. Naruto shifted on the bench, fingers restless against his knees. His voice cracked when he finally spoke.
"H-Hinata… there's something I've gotta tell you."
She tilted her head, smiling softly, always so patient with him. That made it worse. Naruto's chest tightened as he forced the words out.
"I… I messed up. I cheated on you. With… with Sasuke."
The silence was deafening. He expected her eyes to harden, or her breath to hitch in pain. Instead, Hinata's pale eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and to Naruto's shock, a small bead of drool slipped down the corner of her mouth.
"S-Sasuke-kun…?" she whispered, voice trembling not with anger but with something else entirely.
Naruto blinked, stammering. "I-I know, it's awful, I—wait, are you… blushing?"
Hinata's thighs pressed together beneath her robe, her body shifting subtly, back and forth, as if she couldn't quite sit still. Her breath came faster, ragged, and her hand went to her lips as though to hide her expression—but her fingers shook.
"I shouldn't… I shouldn't feel this way," she murmured, though the hunger in her gaze betrayed her. "Naruto-kun and… Sasuke-kun, together…"
Her imagination was running away with her. The thought alone made her squirm, lashes fluttering as she tried to steady herself. Naruto gawked, dumbfounded, as the girl he thought he'd just shattered looked like she might melt into the floor from sheer arousal.
"Hinata?" he croaked.
She leaned forward slightly, eyes shimmering. "C-could you… tell me what it was like?"
Naruto's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "W-what it was like? Hinata, this isn't—this isn't supposed to be—"
But Hinata had leaned closer, eyes wide and shimmering, her breath hot on his cheek. She bit her lower lip and wriggled in her seat, thighs clenching tighter. The movement was impossible to ignore.
"Please," she whispered, voice hoarse, desperate. "I… I want to know. Every detail."
Naruto scratched the back of his head, face burning. "I-I mean… it wasn't, y'know, planned or anything. We were training, and we started arguing like always, and then he shoved me, and I shoved him, and next thing I know—"
Hinata let out a tiny whimper, her fingers gripping her knees. She was rocking slightly now, back and forth, as though every word from his mouth sent shivers through her. A trickle of drool slipped down her chin, unnoticed.
"Next thing…?" she urged, voice breathy.
Naruto swallowed hard, trying not to look at the way she squirmed. "Next thing, he… kissed me. Hard. Like he was trying to prove something. And I… I didn't stop him."
Hinata's eyes rolled up slightly, a shaky sigh leaving her throat as she squeezed her thighs together even tighter. She was practically trembling.
"And then…?" she gasped, leaning in so close Naruto could feel the warmth radiating from her.
Naruto rubbed his face with both hands, groaning. "You're seriously enjoying this, aren't you? I thought you'd hate me forever, Hinata! I didn't think you'd—"
Her hand darted out, grabbing his wrist with surprising force. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing shallow and erratic.
"I don't hate you," she whispered fiercely, her voice dripping with raw need. "I… I can't stop picturing it. Naruto-kun and Sasuke-kun, together… it's driving me crazy."
Naruto froze, caught between guilt, disbelief, and the unmistakable heat in Hinata's eyes.
Hinata's lips curled into a sultry smirk, a side of her he rarely saw but couldn't look away from. "If anything," she continued, "I think I want more. I want to see it. I want to watch you with him."
Naruto nearly choked. "Wh-what?!"
Her thighs shifted again, rubbing together as she breathed heavily. "The thought of the two of you… I can't get it out of my head. I want to see it with my own eyes. And maybe… maybe I'd like to be there, too."
His face burned hotter than the sun. "Hinata, that's— I mean, it's Sasuke! He's not—he wouldn't—"
She tilted her head, amused by his panic. "You don't know that. And even if he wouldn't… the idea alone is enough for me." She paused, her gaze sliding sideways, her lips curving slyly. "I wonder if Sakura would be interested, too…"
Naruto's breath hitched audibly. His whole body went stiff, as though she'd just hit him with a paralysis seal. Hinata noticed instantly. Her eyes widened, then softened, and she gave the smallest nod — acknowledging the spark she'd just seen in him.
"You like the thought of that, don't you?" she murmured, not accusing but teasing, coaxing.
Naruto looked away, rubbing at the back of his neck, embarrassed and conflicted. "…Maybe," he admitted under his breath.
The silence stretched. When their eyes finally met again, there was no hesitation left between them. Hinata's Byakugan-white gaze shimmered with hunger and devotion, Naruto's blue eyes searching hers with a mixture of shame, longing, and relief.
A silent understanding passed between them.
Naruto squeezed her fingers, still dazed, his chest heaving. "I'm not sure where to even begin with this," he admitted, voice rough with uncertainty.
Hinata's lips curled into that sultry smirk again as she leaned in slowly, her breath warm against his cheek.
"I think I have an idea," she whispered.
Their lips met — soft at first, then hungrier, messier. Smooching noises filled the quiet of the Hyuga garden, broken only by Hinata's faint gasp as she pressed herself closer.