Naruto: The Shameless Uchiha Tycoon

Ren was halfway across the Uchiha compound when one of his messengers caught up to him.

A supplier outside Konoha had refused to finalize a large transport order without Ren present. Ren read the note, cursed Kakuzu’s scheduling under his breath, and decided he’d leave first thing tomorrow.

Kushina’s house was still lit across the courtyard.

He let himself in and found Kushina slumped in the sitting room, exhausted. Naruto had only just gone to sleep after an evening of grabbing everything within reach, climbing furniture he couldn’t get down from, and screaming whenever Kushina tried putting him somewhere safe.

Kushina took one look at Ren. “What did Fugaku want?”

“Mostly to tell me to get out of his house.”

She laughed. Ren waited until she settled before adding that he had reminded Fugaku it was his childhood home too.

“You’re going to get banned from visiting eventually,” Kushina told him.

“Convenient timing, then. I’m leaving tomorrow morning anyway.” Ren showed her the supplier’s message. “Might be gone overnight.”

Kushina asked how long. Ren told her one night if everyone behaved and two if they decided to keep arguing.

“Wonderful,” Kushina muttered, sinking farther into the chair. “Leave me alone with the tiny blond menace.”

Ren glanced toward Naruto’s room. “You made him.”

Kushina pointed toward the door without bothering to sit up. “Get out.”

Ren laughed, leaned down to kiss her goodbye, and finally headed back across the courtyard toward his own house.

By morning, Pakura and Kakuzu were waiting with the outbound carriage. Kushina watched from the gate with Naruto on her hip while Ren climbed aboard.

Naruto enthusiastically waved at the wrong carriage.

Kushina caught his wrist and pointed it toward Ren. Ren laughed, waved back, and disappeared through the gates.

Kushina watched the carriage go.

She was getting drunk tonight. Preferably somewhere nobody could ask her to feed them, change them, sign something, kill something, or solve anything.

Later that afternoon, Kushina carried Naruto into the main Uchiha house and found Mikoto trying to stop Sasuke from climbing onto the low table.

Naruto stole the wooden block Sasuke had abandoned. Sasuke decided at once that it was the most important possession in the world.

Kushina watched Mikoto deal with both boys for several seconds.

“You’re coming to my house tonight.”

Mikoto pried the block out of Naruto’s hand. “Why?”

“Girls’ night. Food, sake, no husbands, no Ren, and I have something to show you.”

Mikoto finally looked at her. “What?”

Kushina smiled. “You’ll find out.”

Itachi returned from duty twenty minutes later and found Izumi already waiting for him. Unfortunately for both of them, Kushina had decided that made them available.

Itachi looked from Naruto to Sasuke, then at Kushina. “How long?”

“A few hours,” Kushina said.

When he immediately asked how many hours that meant, she suddenly became extremely interested in checking Naruto’s diaper bag. Izumi understood what she was doing and laughed, promising Itachi she would help before he could object.

Mikoto was harder to remove. She checked the food, spare diapers, and both boys one final time until Kushina finally caught her wrist and started pulling her toward the door.

“They have Itachi, Izumi, and half the compound,” Kushina reminded her. “Come on.”

Mikoto glanced back at Sasuke one last time before letting Kushina drag her outside.

They walked back through the compound toward Kushina’s house. Several clansmen greeted Mikoto along the way. Each time, her back straightened and her casual expression disappeared behind the posture expected of the clan head’s wife.

The moment the clansmen were behind them, Kushina copied Mikoto’s walk. Mikoto elbowed her in the ribs without slowing down.

“You look like somebody shoved a stick down your back every time another Uchiha sees you,” Kushina complained, rubbing her side.

Mikoto kept walking. “Some of us have dignity.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

That finally earned Kushina the hint of a smile she had been trying to get.

The evening started normally once they reached Kushina’s house. They kicked their shoes off, set out the food Mikoto had brought, and poured the first round of sake.

Mikoto reached back, pulled the pins from her hair, and let it fall loose down her back. She undid the top two buttons of her blouse, finally comfortable enough to stop sitting like she was entertaining clan elders. Kushina had already sprawled across the thick floor cushions with her legs stretched out.

They talked about the usual nonsense. Fugaku spending too many evenings buried in clan work, Itachi becoming increasingly serious, Izumi somehow being the only person who could make him relax, and the exhausting competition between Naruto and Sasuke to see which toddler could reach something dangerous first.

Mikoto finished her cup and held it out for more. “I cannot remember the last time I sat this long without somebody climbing on me.”

“That’s why I kidnapped you.” Kushina filled the cup again and passed it back.

Mikoto reminded her that threatening Itachi into babysitting hardly counted as kidnapping. Kushina called it delegation instead, which only earned her another look when Mikoto pointed out that she had deliberately refused to say when they would return.

“Efficient delegation,” Kushina corrected.

Mikoto shook her head, though she was still smiling when she took another drink. Then her gaze returned to Kushina. “You said you had something to show me.”

Kushina grinned, pushed herself off the cushions, and disappeared into her bedroom. She returned carrying a sleek black box and dropped back onto the cushions beside Mikoto.

Mikoto eyed the black box suspiciously. “This is why you refused to tell me?”

Kushina only told her to open it, which did absolutely nothing to make Mikoto less suspicious. She pulled the lid free anyway and found a palm-sized chakra vibrator nestled beside silk-lined wrist restraints and three small bottles of massage oil.

For several seconds, Mikoto simply stared at the contents. She looked at Kushina. Kushina smiled innocently. Mikoto looked back into the box.

“These are your mysterious samples?” Mikoto asked.

“Some of them.”

She picked up one of the wrist restraints and rubbed the silk lining between her fingers. “People actually let you tie them up with these?”

“Usually they ask first.”

Mikoto slowly looked at her.

Kushina took another drink.

Mikoto dropped the restraint back into the box and picked up a bottle of massage oil instead. “And you’ve actually used all of this?”

Kushina responded by silently raising one finger.

It took Mikoto a moment to realize she was being counted. “How many questions you ask before admitting you’re curious.”

“I’m examining the products.”

Kushina raised a second finger.

“That wasn’t even a question.”

The nearest cushion flew across the table. Kushina caught it against her chest and nearly spilled her sake laughing.

“Naruto has spent the entire week treating me like a personal milk dispenser,” Kushina complained as she refilled her cup. “He’s started biting too.”

Mikoto winced. “Sasuke pulls.”

Kushina winced. “That’s worse.”

“Much worse.”

They drank to that particular misery for a moment before Kushina’s gaze wandered toward Mikoto’s chest.

Mikoto caught her immediately. “Don’t.”

Kushina protested that she hadn’t said anything, which only made Mikoto narrow her eyes. “Your face did.”

“I’m just saying I’m glad I’m not the only one whose blouses don’t fit properly anymore.”

Mikoto’s eyes dropped pointedly toward Kushina’s own chest.

Kushina followed the look, considered her argument, and conceded with a small nod. “Fair.”

Mikoto nearly snorted sake through her nose. Her attention drifted back to the open box, settling on the seamless silicone vibrator she had been glancing at ever since Kushina brought it out.

She finally picked it up and turned it over in her hands. “How does this work?”

“Don’t press the bottom,” Kushina warned.

Naturally, Mikoto pressed the bottom.

The vibrator roared to life in her hand, making Mikoto yelp and nearly drop it into her sake. Kushina lunged across the table laughing and told her to turn the damned thing off while Mikoto fumbled with the casing.

“I’m trying!”

She finally found the switch. The sudden silence lasted barely a second before both women broke into laughter.

Kushina reached across the table for the vibrator, but Mikoto pulled it out of reach and complained that she had never actually explained what the bottom switch did.

“Because you’re drunk,” Kushina said.

Mikoto stared at the sake cup in Kushina’s other hand. “You’re drunk.”

Kushina leaned farther across the table anyway, insisting that at least she knew what she was doing.

Mikoto’s eyebrow rose. “That might be worse.”

Kushina lunged across the table for the vibrator. Mikoto twisted away, Kushina caught her wrist, and one empty sake cup nearly went over the edge.

The vibrator slipped from Mikoto’s hand and rolled beside the cushions.

Kushina reached for it, but Mikoto caught her before her fingers could close around the vibrator. They rolled across the cushions together, and Mikoto came out on top, sitting across Kushina’s hips with one knee wedged between her thighs and both wrists pinned beneath her hands.

The struggle stopped.

They were breathing harder now, their faces only inches apart.

Kushina glanced down at where they had ended up, then back at Mikoto.

She grinned. “You’re awfully eager to get between my legs.”

Mikoto’s fingers tightened around her wrists. “Say one more thing.”

Kushina immediately opened her mouth. “You’ve been poking through that box all night and now—”

Mikoto grabbed her shirt and kissed her before she could finish.

The surprise lasted less than a heartbeat. Kushina kissed her back and reached toward the discarded vibrator until Mikoto caught her hand and pushed it back into the cushion. Kushina abandoned the attempt and wrapped both arms around Mikoto’s waist instead, dragging her down until their bodies pressed together.

She even tried rolling them over without breaking the kiss, but Mikoto caught the movement and kept her pinned. Kushina laughed against her mouth, which only made Mikoto kiss her harder.

“You kiss like you’re trying to win an argument,” Kushina managed when she finally pulled back enough to breathe.

Mikoto glared down at her. “You are impossible.”

“And you’re still kissing me.”

Mikoto kissed her again.

Mikoto dragged Kushina’s shirt upward while Kushina slipped a hand beneath her open blouse and popped another button loose.

The shirt caught around Kushina’s arms, and Mikoto muttered at her to hold still while she tried to pull it free.

“You’re sitting on me,” Kushina reminded her from somewhere inside the fabric.

Mikoto finally yanked the shirt over her head and threw it aside. The moment her arms were free, Kushina grabbed Mikoto’s ass through her skirt and squeezed hard.

Mikoto gasped sharply, her back arching. Kushina grinned up at her, chest rising quickly beneath the bra.

Mikoto caught the grin and dipped her head, biting lightly at Kushina’s neck. Kushina hissed; one hand tightened against Mikoto’s ass while the other slid up her back, caught the loosened blouse, and dragged one sleeve down from her shoulder.

Mikoto caught the top of Kushina’s bra while freeing her arm and accidentally pulled one cup down.

Her knuckles brushed Kushina’s nipple.

Kushina sucked in a breath.

Mikoto paused when she noticed the small bead of milk.

Kushina followed her gaze downward. “Don’t start.”

Mikoto’s mouth twitched.

“Mikoto.”

Mikoto managed to keep a straight face for another second. “Moo.”

Kushina stared at her.

Then she grabbed Mikoto around the waist and pulled her down hard enough that their chests pressed together.

The sudden movement pressed Mikoto’s own heavy breasts against Kushina, and a moment later fresh dampness spread across the front of Mikoto’s bra.

Kushina looked down at the spreading dampness, then slowly back up at Mikoto.

Mikoto saw revenge coming and slapped a hand over her mouth before she could say a word.

Kushina kissed her palm.

Mikoto jerked her hand away. “Finish that thought and I’m suffocating you with a cushion.”

Kushina caught her wrist, yanked her back down, and kissed her instead.

The vibrator had ended up beside one of the displaced cushions during the tumbling. Kushina noticed it and reached for it, but Mikoto caught her hand.

“Scared?” Kushina mocked softly.

Mikoto picked it up herself. “Of you? No.”

She switched it on low and pressed the vibrating silicone against Kushina’s side. Kushina jumped but refused to stop talking.

“You’re aiming a little high,” Kushina teased.

Mikoto dragged the vibrator down over her hip instead.

Kushina was still smiling when Mikoto moved it along the inside of her thigh. The smile tightened.

“Wrong angle,” Kushina said, her voice straining slightly. “Tilt the base—”

Mikoto pressed it harder against the sensitive flesh through Kushina’s skirt. “Stop teaching.”

“You need teaching.”

Kushina reached for her hand. Mikoto slapped it away, pinned her wrist into the cushion, and refused to move the vibrator away.

Kushina only grinned wider.

Mikoto leaned closer, her blouse hanging open from one shoulder and loose hair falling around her face. “You’ve been talking all night.”

“And?” Kushina asked, looking straight up at her.

Mikoto kept the vibrator buzzing against the inside of Kushina’s thigh and leaned closer until their noses nearly touched. “Shut up.”

Kushina’s smile widened instead of disappearing.

“Make me.”