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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way shape or form. This short story is purely for entertainment purposes, and I do not make any sort of money from doing this. Enjoy!

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This is a short, intermission chapter that will set up chapter 11. So... enjoy...!
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“Kami, I’ve missed you so much, baby.”
The Mizukage had been kind enough to give her a high-class room to stay in, complete with complimentary room service and more luxuries than she could handle. Phone to her ear, clad in a fluffy white bathrobe, Sakura walked back into the room.
“I’ve missed you too, Sakura.” Sasuke told her on the other line of the phone. “How are things over there in Kiri?” he asked.
Sakura slid onto her bed, adjusting the phone to the other ear. “They’ve been fine.” she said. “But I’ve been beat lately. My chakra is practically zero, and yet there’s still more and more people coming into the hospital. Luckily, it seems that Mizukage-sama has finally managed to find the source of the disease. So… hopefully, in three or four weeks, I’ll be home, sweetie.”
“That’s amazing.” said Sasuke.
“So… what are you up to?” Sakura asked.
A low chuckle. “Maa… let’s just say ‘little Sasuke’ is getting a little servicing right now.” Sasuke said.
Sakura perked up. “Oh… I see. Who is it this time?”
Sasuke glanced down. He was sitting on the couch - nude as the day he was born - Himawari in between his legs, bobbing her head up and down on his member as she gave him a pretty terrific blowjob. He rubbed her head affectionately, before returning to the call.
“It’s Hima.” Sasuke said.
The pinkette grinned. “Do you think you could send me a picture, baby?” she asked softly, peeling off the bathrobe - revealing that she wore nothing but a thin pair of red panties beneath. “I’ve been so… lonely. I need a little memento of my man, you know?”
“You got it.” he said. He put the call on hold - snapping a picture of Himawari going down on his cock, before sending it to Sakura. He put the phone to his ear once more. “It should be there in a minute.”
Sakura tapped the speakerphone button, before thumbing out of the call screen. Her phone buzzed a moment later, and a quick tap took her to the picture. “Got it.” Sakura said, grinning. “Fuck… I miss you.” she whispered. “I miss your cock.”
Sasuke chuckled. “It wasn’t me that suggested you going there,” he pointed out.
“I know.” Sakura whined. “I- argh… whatever.” She slipped a finger past the hem of her panties, dipping into her glistening folds. “So… what are Naruto and Hinata up to?”
“Well…” Sasuke began. “Let’s just say, I think Naruto’s enjoying himself.”
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The headboard shook. Bed springs squeaked. Thick smacks of skin against skin filled the room, along with the musky smell of sex.
Her arms were wound loosely around his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded her.
“Fuck…” Hinata murmured. “You’re so pathetic. Is this the best you can do, Naruto? I can barely feel you. You’re so small - like a little baby.”
“Kami, Hinata.” he gasped against her ear. “You feel so good.” He only intensified his pace, his hands around her waist, gripping her tightly. “So tight… fuck…”
Hinata grinned slightly, before schooling her face back into a smooth blank slate. She blew a lock of indigo hair out of her eyes, pale eyes impassive as they gazed into Naruto’s blue ones.
“What kind of are a man are you?” she asked, leaning forward so that her forehead was pressed against his. “Sasuke-kun would have made me cum half a dozen times already. With you? I’m not even close.”
“Oh- Hinata!” Naruto gasped
“Are you even trying?” Hinata questioned. “Seriously. What do you think you’re doing? Sasuke makes me dream about his cock… all you do is make me want to get a restraining order on yours.” A hand snaked downwards, to nudge the comparatively tiny balls that rested beneath his shaft. “And his loads? Fuck, Sasuke-kun’s loads are huge. I could have him fill three glasses to the brim with his cum, and drink it through the day. You’d be lucky to fill a bottle of eye drops.”
“Hinata,” Naruto moaned. “Hinata, oh… oh, baby, I’m gonna… oh fuck…”
“Go ahead, cum.” she whispered into his ear. “It’s not going to matter. I’m just going to get Sasuke to fill me up, to wash away your pathetic little load. Who knows? Maybe he’ll have you turn into Naruko - maybe he’ll fill you up as well. Like the good little bitch you are.”
That was it with him. With a long, guttural groan he came, squirting a little load inside of his wife, a few drops of cum at the very least. He groaned against her, hair disheveled and matted with sweat.
“That was… amazing, honey.” he mumbled.
Hinata sighed, thankful she could break her act. “I don’t know, baby.” she said, running her finger up and down his back. “I know you like it… but talking to you like that makes me feel kind of guilty.” She rubbed his back, a sad smile on her face. “Did I… did I go too far…?”
“No... it’s alright.” Naruto said, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I don’t mind.” He pulled out of her, collapsing to the side of Hinata on the bed. “Where’s Sasuke?” he asked, through his pants.
“Umm… I think he was waiting for Sakura-san to call him, last time I saw him.” Hinata said. “Himawari was with him.”
“Ah.” Naruto said. “You think we could just… cuddle, for a bit, babe?” he asked.
Hinata smiled. “Sure.” she said.
He pulled her close, reaching forward and bringing the blanket up to cover them. Naruto flipped onto his side, and Hinata snuggled up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Soon, they fell asleep.
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Pregnancy was a harsh mistress. He had traveled with Sakura when her belly had been ripe with their daughter, and he knew first hand the struggles she had to go through.
Sasuke grimaced, holding Himawari’s hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Off and on it came, ranging from chunks all the way to just retching.
“Oh kami…” Himawari mumbled, panting. “I didn’t think…”
The Uchiha chuckled, a small smile on his face as he ruffled her hair affectionately. “Two months down. Seven to go. You’re getting there, Hima.”
She grinned slightly, leaning forward to peck him on the lips - Sasuke drawing back slightly. “Umm… is something wrong?” Himawari asked, tilting her head to the side cutely.
“Heh… think you could brush your teeth first?” Sasuke said. “Just… yeah.”
Himawari flushed. “Sorry!” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I… ugh, whatever.” She picked up a toothbrush, quickly wetting it with water from the faucet before slathering some tooth paste over the bristles. “So,” she said, voice muffled as she brushed her teeth. “What do you want to do today?”
Sasuke shrugged, leaning against the wall. “It feels like one of those days.” he said. “You know… the kind where I just really don’t feel like doing anything but lounging around in my boxers, watching television or something like that.”
She grinned. “I know what you mean,” Himawari said. “Of course… minus the underwear,” she added, shooting him a flirtatious wink. She spit into the sink, before continuing to brush her teeth.
“Mmm.” Sasuke grunted. “That’s an alteration I can get behind.” he admitted. He slung an arm around her shoulder. “Say we get a move on? After you’re done, of course.”
Himawari filled up the empty glass on the sink to the brim with crystal clear water. She took a sip, swishing it around in her mouth before spitting it back into the sink.
“Sounds good to me.” she said, wiping her mouth with one of the towels hanging on the rack. Thankfully, there wasn’t much they had to shed on their way downstairs. She had only been wearing a t-shirt and some panties - he, a pair of blue boxers.
With a lecherous smirk, Sasuke pulled her onto the couch and into his lap, her warm thighs straddling his crotch. He swiped the remote off of the table - and calmly flicked the T.V. on. Himawari snuggled up against his muscled chest, and soon, they were both engrossed in the show that Sasuke had put on.
“Sasuke-kun…” Himawari murmured. “Can I ask you a question?”
He glanced at her. “Sure,” he said. “Go ahead.”
“What…” She paused for a moment, swallowing slightly. “What do you think would happen if we… told people? You know… about us.”
Sasuke pursed his lips together. “A shitstorm that I’d rather not have to deal with.” he said simply.
Himawari chuckled. “Yeah… I guess so.” She frowned. “I just really hope that nii-chan doesn’t find out. That would be…” She shook her head. “Bad.”
“What do you mean by that?” Sasuke asked.
She looked at him. “I mean… it would be bad enough for him to know that his teacher has been nailing his little sister,” Himawari said. “But if he found out all the things you’ve done to me… kami, I think even you would have trouble putting him down, Sasuke-kun.” A pause. “I mean… nii-chan doesn’t get angry over much. But you’ve cum down my throat, on my face, on my boobies, in my pussy, in my ass… if he found out about any of that, I’d be mortified.”
Sasuke grinned. “Don’t worry,” he said, nipping at the creamy skin of her neck. “We can keep it our little secret. Hmm… for the baby, maybe we can say you wanted a kid, and that I was just the sperm donor. How does that sound?”
“That sounds… great.” she said. Himawari glanced down at her chest. “Is it just me, or have my boobs gotten bigger?”
He laughed. “Pregnancy boobs are a very real thing,” Sasuke said, giving her nipple a teasing pinch. “You should have seen Sakura when she had them - they were so sensitive, I could make her cum just from playing with her breasts.”
“That must have been fun.” Himawari said.
“It was,” Sasuke admitted. “That, and her titjobs got a lot better.” He pulled Himawari closer, arms wounding around her waist. “Mmm… poor topic to pick,” he said. “Especially with such a beautiful woman in my arms.”
She could feel the bulge pressing against her thigh. “Aww… you flatter me, Sasuke-kun.” said Himawari. “Say…” she murmured, kissing his chest, slowly making her way down. “Why don’t we see how good my titjobs are?”
“Mmm… sounds good to me.” Sasuke said
He watched as she grasped her breasts, wrapping them around his enormous member. With an obvious enthusiasm in her sky blue eyes, Himawari went to town, licking and sucking at the mushroom head as she rubbed her tits up and down his shaft. She looked so happy, as if she could spend the rest of her life giving her well hung lover an admittedly terrific titfuck.
Sometimes, she felt as if their relationship was a little unequal. He had given her a child. He had given her more orgasms that she could count, at the behest of his enormous cock. He had given her everything she could have wanted, and more. And even if it was just a tiny bit of payment, she would give him a thousand titjobs, throat fucks, whatever he wanted to try and pay him back for those deeds.
He had come into their life being ‘Naruto’s best friend’, her uncle that she really hadn’t seen all that much. And now, he was practically the head of the household.
“There we go…” Sasuke groaned, throwing his head back. “Just like that, Hima. Fuck…”
Was it degrading? Maybe. Maybe it was - to be addicted to the last male Uchiha, to his cock, to his cum. But it wasn’t any worse than her mother, who was in the same boat as she. And it was far better than her father, who had watched and jerked off from the sidelines as his wife and daughter were corrupted right in front of him.
But… honestly, she couldn’t find herself caring about what others thought. She was Himawari. He was Sasuke. That was all that mattered. He could bring all of her childhood friends into the house, sit them down on the couch, and asking her to suck his cock in front of them - and she would do it. She would let him dry fuck her ass on top of the Hokage monument if he asked. She was his. All his.
It was all going so well. He was about to blow his load down the hot and wet throat of one of his lovers - his member twitching and throbbing, balls tightening beneath his thick shaft. It was perfect.
And then, the door to the house opened - the intruder using the spare key that she knew was hidden beneath the welcome mat.
Dark eyes stared at the scene on the couch; of her father receiving a tit job from her teammate’s younger sister.
“P-Papa…?” Uchiha Sarada murmured.
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