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Naruto's Fetish (Remastered)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 126613 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. This story is not meant for profit, but rather for the enjoyment of both the writer and the readers.

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Himawari was understandably a little… dazed, when she awoke early the next morning.
She was naked. That much was obvious. She could feel a cool breeze against her nipples, gliding over her skin. And yet, that was contrasted by a… a warm feeling, of something oozing from inside of her, drooling out of her insides and onto the sheets.
A quick glance down confirmed her suspicions.
It was clear, that her Sasuke-sama (‘That felt so… right to say!’, she thought.) had long since departed - in body, perhaps, but most certainly not in essence. Hours ago, he had dumped a massive creampie inside of her… and even now, it still leaked from her, so thick and potent his seed was. She merely basked in that sweet sensation for several minutes, a sleepy smile on her face as her lover’s cum continued to drip from her snatch.
Alas, eventually, she had to move. Her sheets were soiled beyond repair - stained with a combination of sweat, her juices and Sasuke-sama’s cum. Those she would have to wash herself. On the other hand, she had a more pressing matter… namely, washing herself off. The bathroom was fairly close to her room, and yet, she couldn’t just… put clothes on, and ruin yet another clean pair of attire by staining it with the remnants of her and Sasuke-sama’s night together. That just wasn’t acceptable.
She formed a seal. ‘Byakugan!’
Her mother was downstairs, cooking breakfast. Her father was nowhere to be found, presumably having gone to the office already. And Boruto was downstairs, lounging about on the couch, watching the television.
Perfect! She deactivated her Byakugan, snatched a fresh change of clothes from her drawers, and crept out of the room, as quietly as she could possibly manage. She made it to the bathroom without much event, and soon, she was safe beneath the warm spray of the shower.
The water beat down on her, soaking her indigo hair, cleaning her body off. Although she was sad, almost heart broken to see Sasuke-sama’s cum be swept away down the drain, she knew it was necessary. Her mother… her brother… her father… they couldn’t find out about what she was doing with Sasuke-sama. It was their secret, their dirty little secret, and she’d like to keep it that way.
And what a night last night had been! Himawari flushed at the memory of it. Even now, she could almost feel her well hung lover pounding the living day lights out of her, his burly arms wound around her thin frame, her body submitting to him.
It took her a moment to realize that she had, subconsciously, begun fingering herself. The instant she noticed however, she withdrew her finger from her folds - her face heating up a tad more.
The rest of her shower was fast. Soap. Shampoo. Conditioner. She made sure to scrub down her pussy nice and good, lest she have globs of Sasuke-sama’s cum leaking out of her later, a predicament she had been forced to endure the last time they had slept together.
Twenty minutes after she had stepped foot in the shower, she slipped out. It took her only a minute or two to dry off, and soon she was slipping into a fresh change of clothes: a pair of black shorts, a warm sunset orange shirt, not to mention a dark red set of lingerie… just in case, she told herself.
She bound downstairs, a happy smile on her face, a bounce in her step that both Boruto and Hinata picked up on.
“Did you sleep well?” Hinata asked, a kind smile on her face, pale eyes warm and inviting.
“I slept, great.” Himawari said, sliding into her seat at the table. Boruto was beside her, a phone pressed to his ear, his other hand shoveling bacon into his mouth. He was difficult to understand through the food, and yet, he managed.
“Yeah,” Boruto said. “Me shand Mitshuki will mehet you in an hour, Sarada.” His voice cleared up towards the end, as he had swallowed the bacon halfway through.
A pause. If Hinata and Boruto had been paying close attention, they would have noticed a glint in Himawari’s bright blue eyes, a devious one, something that Hinata would have recognized to be the same glint her husband had before he planned one of his infamous pranks in his childhood.
“Boruto,” Himawari said. “Can you ask Sarada-neechan a question?”
Boruto glanced at her. “Sure, Himawari.” he said. “What is it?”
“Can you ask her where Auntie Sakura is?” Himawari asked sweetly. “I need to talk to her about something.”
“Hey, Sarada.” Boruto said, talking over the phone now. “You know where Aunt Sakura is?” A pause. “Still at the hospital?” he said, looking at Himawari. “Alright. Nah, I was just asking for Himawari. See you in an hour? Cool.” He hung up the phone.
“What do you need to see Sakura-san for, Himawari?” Hinata asked, sliding a plate in front of her daughter as she was asking the question.
Himawari giggled. “I wanted to ask her what she thinks would be a good birthday present for Sarada-neechan!” she said.
Hinata blinked. “Sarada-chan’s birthday isn’t for months, Himawari.” she said.
“I know, kaa-san.” Himawari said. “But I want to get her the best birthday present possible, so I’m going to start early!”
Boruto scoffed. “You never put that much effort into my birthday presents.” he grumbled.
Himawari grinned, wrapping her arms around her brother’s neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t be such a whiner, Boruto.” she said, her voice teasing.
Hinata and Boruto both looked satisfied by her little lie. And thus, the rest of breakfast went by with ease, the Uzumaki family eating, exchanging some small talk, before going their separate ways. Boruto went to go hang out with Mitsuki and Sarada. Hinata had some house work to do. And Himawari… well, Himawari decided to go somewhere that was not the hospital.
The Uchiha family wasn’t so obvious as to hide their spare key beneath the mat. No. They were a little more inventive - there was a secret compartment behind the fan beside the door, that in turn held the spare key. A fact that Sarada-neechan had told her about. Her entrance to the house was therefore easy. A quick check with her Byakugan had shown her that both Sakura and Sarada were gone… and that Sasuke-sama was still upstairs, apparently sound asleep.
Himawari couldn’t help but giggle once more, as she gently closed the door behind her. She didn’t know that Sasuke-sama was such a late sleeper! But… she supposed, after all of his travels, he deserved to lie in whenever he was home. It wasn’t that late, only about ten in the morning, and so, Himawari decided to do what her mother had taught her best - cook.
Sasuke awoke about twenty minutes later. He was tired. And naked. It took him a moment to remember why - he had taken a shower before bed, and hadn’t bothered to change into any nightwear.
He took a good sniff, and the incredible aroma of breakfast filled his nostrils. Now, if Sasuke wasn’t still half asleep, two things would have occurred to him - firstly, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go downstairs in just a pair of boxers, which he slipped on as he left the room. Secondly… Sakura’s cooking was nowhere near good enough to smell that good. Neither was Sarada’s, who had taken after her mother.
And so, Sasuke padded into the kitchen clad in just his underwear. He paused, as he caught a glimpse of indigo hair. And then positively froze, as Himawari turned around - a bright, shit eating grin on her face.
She was wearing an apron.
And...
… that seemed to be it.
He could see her clothes piled up on a countertop. But, more importantly, he could see her bust straining against the fabric of the apron. She wasn’t massive in the breast department, nowhere near as large as Tsunade or as big as Hinata, but they were significant, and the apron was thin enough that he could see her perky nipples poking straight through the fabric.
She beamed at him.
“I made you breakfast, Sasuke-sama!” Himawari chirped.
Sasuke blinked. “You… did?” he said.
She nodded. “Come on! Sit down!”
His brain was far too focused on the jiggling of her breasts, to notice that she had walked up to him, and had eased him into the chair at the head of the table. A plate was passed in front of him. Topped with a mouthwatering combination of foods: bacon, eggs, sausages, things that he hadn’t experienced in years, what with Sakura’s abysmal cooking and his own mediocre skills in the culinary arts.
“You made this?” Sasuke said, at least a quarter asleep still, and sufficiently dumbfounded.
Again, Himawari nodded. “Eat up, Sasuke-sama!” Why was she calling him Sasuke-sama? And why did it sound so… right? No one had called him that before, save some kinky bedroom acts with Sakura, and his snake summon Aoda.
He paused. So far, he had not yet questioned why she was naked in his kitchen. So far, he had not questioned what she was doing in his house. So far, he hadn’t asked why she had gone through the trouble of making his breakfast.
However… one thing did pop into his mind.
“Where’s yours?” Sasuke asked, obviously referring to the breakfast in front of him.
“Oh… no worries, Sasuke-sama!” Himawari said. “I have my breakfast right here!”
He watched, as she crawled beneath the table, an eager grin on her face. He watched, as she pulled his boxers down, and without any hesitation, went to work on his member. Stroking it with her incredibly soft hands, and then taking it into her warm and wet mouth.
There was a feeling, in the pit of his stomach, one that was familiar and yet… distant.
Was it… contentment? He was pretty sure it was.
He had a mouth wateringly delicious breakfast in front of him. A cool glass of orange juice beside that. And a beautiful women beneath the table, servicing his cock as if it were an honor to do so instead of a chore.
‘You know,’ Sasuke finally decided to admit. ‘I could get used to this.’
He could freely confess that he had been playing the victim card a… little too much. But this? This was the final straw. How the fuck could he complain now? He hadn’t… strained, or tried for this. He hadn’t worked for it. All he had to do was give Himawari a nice creampie every day or so, and she did this for him?
It gave him pause for thought.
Because… the only reason Hinata wasn’t this way, was because of her love for Naruto. Would she - in the absence of his blonde friend - be below this very table? Servicing the same cock as her daughter was, the same eagerness in her pale eyes?
It was an interesting theory.
Hmm.
Once he was done with his food, Sasuke merely sat back in his chair, a satisfied and smug look on his face. Himawari had continued to lick and suck on his cock whilst he had been eating, her hands pumping him at the base, a bright grin on her face as she bobbed her head back and forth on his steely pole.
Something, in that very moment, crumbled inside of Sasuke.
A wall, of sorts.
A barrier.
Because…
… if this was how Himawari wanted to live out her life - on her knees before him, choking on his cock… who was he to stop her?
Because…
… if Naruto wanted to throw his incredibly hot wife at Sasuke, and tell him to fuck her brains out in front of the blonde Hokage… who was he to stop him, to hold back purposely, to try and play nice?
Because…
… if Hinata wanted to whine and complain about him in one moment, and then hop on his cock the next, why was he going to stop her? Even after discovering her infidelity with him, Naruto had been more than eager to throw Hinata at him - even making her ‘punishment’ being an extra rough session with her Uchiha lover.
And that was just it. He was an Uchiha. If a woman threw herself at his feet… he would claim her. If a man wished for his wife to be corrupted by his Uchiha cock and seed… then he would do just that, and more. And if a woman wished to forsake her husband, if she wished to ride his cock, if she wished to scream his name instead of her husband’s… he would make her do that, and more.
A smirk curled Sasuke’s lips.
“Himawari,” he said suddenly. “Stop.”
She did. Immediately. With a schlop, she unsheathed his cock from her throat, coughing and sputtering for a moment before stand- well, kneeling at attention. “Yes, Sasuke-sama?” she said attentive, a bright glint in her eyes. Her lips were shiny with his precum, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his shaft.
He stood. “Up.” he said.
And she stood as well. He dwarfed her, completely and utterly, in height and in frame. So large was he compared to her, that she had to crane her neck to look up at him - to stare into those mismatched eyes, so beautiful and so powerful that it always took her breath away to gaze into them.
With frightening ease, he hoisted her up, slinging Himawari over his shoulder. She didn’t resist. Surely, her Sasuke-sama had a plan in mind for her, and she went along with it, humming contently as he lead her up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
Sasuke deposited her onto the mattress. And soon, he joined her onto the bed.
“What are we going to do, Sasuke-sama?” Himawari asked, her voice bright and cheery, her teeth glinting in the dim light of the bedroom. The sun was well and up by now, but the blinds were drawn, and only thin streams of light managed to break through them.
Sasuke chuckled. “Just go along with it, Himawari.” he said.
He formed a seal.
And in an instant, two clones appeared on either side of Himawari. Without waiting for her to react, they both seized her arms - grabbing them and holding her down on the bed. And of course, she went right along with it, a happy and content smile on her face once she realized that it was her Sasuke-sama holding her down.
“I’m going to explore every inch of you, Himawari.” Sasuke said, his voice low. ‘And make you mine.’ he added internally.
She beamed happily.
And explore her, he did.
He began, of course, with the very soles of her feet - dragging his tongue teasingly along the flesh, his fingers caressing her toes in a very sensual fashion. Now, he wasn’t much of a foot man, but he could appreciate a good set when he found one, and Himawari was gifted in that department.
Next, he moved onto her legs. Long and smooth. Himawari wasn’t like her mother, who was curvy. Himawari was more long and lanky… which suited him, considering her seemingly never ending legs, which he could take great care in rubbing and teasing, his fingers gliding across her skin.
Her thighs were next. Soft and creamy, responsive to the touch.
He avoided her sweet spot. Her little nub, preferring to save that for another time, of course. Instead, he moved onto her navel - dipping his tongue into her belly button, circling it with that very same tongue, rubbing her hips with his hands. Her shoulders were next. Soft, just like the rest of her, so warm and supple.
Her neck was third-to-last. He suckled at the flesh there, leaving dark purple love bites, hickies that would endure for the days to come. It was petty, perhaps, but it was just enough sign about who owned her.
Her breasts. Now, again, they weren’t large - but they were sufficient. Perfectly rounded. Extraordinary perky, responsive to his every touch, and clearly very sensitive. Everytime he teased her nipple with his teeth, Himawari would moan. When he took it into her mouth, she full on groaned, arching her back.
And of course… her snatch, had been saved for last.
By now, she was sopping wet, almost like a waterslide, really. The combination of the blowjob, and his relentless teasing, had turned her folds almost bright red with need - so puffy and so desperate, that the lightest touch would unleash a hoarse moan from Himawari’s throat.
So, he started slow. Circling her vulva with his tongue. Taking his sweet, sweet time, before plunging into her depths with his appendage. Himawari groaned, and bucked her hips, but Sasuke held her in place with his strong hands, clamped on her thighs.
While, he wasn’t as skilled at oral as he was with ordinary sex, he was still sufficient. More than sufficient for Himawari. Five minutes later, she was moaning and groaning, and a minute after that, she had cum - unleashing her honey. Sasuke had to admit, while normally he didn’t have a preference for sweet things… he could certainly make an exception for Himawari’s juices.
He withdrew, smirking down at her. She was still conscious certainly, but her body was soaked with sweat - twitching ever so slightly, a dumb grin on her face.
“Alright,” Sasuke said to his clones. “You already know what to do.”
“Yeah.” “Yeah.”
The clones, and the original, went to action.
Himawari was swiftly rearranged, until she was shuffled onto her hands and knees, her head hanging down. A clone knelt in front of her, griped her chin tightly, and without warning, shoved his cock into her mouth.
Another clone was positioned beneath her. He spread her legs nice and wide, angled his cock, and plunged into her sopping wet depths.
The original, of course, would have the honor of claiming her ass. And so, Sasuke busied himself - grabbing a bottle of lube from one of Sakura’s drawers, and lathering his member up nice and well. Himawari was busy being attended to by the other two Sasukes, and so she didn’t even notice his absence, until-
“OH!” Even muffled by the cock in her mouth, her scream was loud. Well over a foot of man meat being forced into your asshole could do that, Sasuke supposed, as he gripped her hips tightly, slamming into her rear end again and again.
It wasn’t long before Himawari crumbled.
Because if one of her Sasuke-sama’s cocks could fuck her unconscious… than three were liable to fuck her into a coma. She was moaning and groaning so much that her throat began to hurt. She came, so many times, that she had long since lost track. Her body merely shook, that coil in her stomach winding again and again, and being sprung again and again, like clockwork.
She felt almost like a ping pong ball. Being bounced around, one second being forced back by a thrust in her mouth, forced up by a thrust in her pussy, and then forced forward once more by a thrust in her ass. Her holes were being thoroughly used. Himawari just hoped that they were to her Sasuke-sama’s satisfaction.
Again and again. It went on and on - she couldn’t see up from down, right from wrong… she couldn’t see at all. Her vision was constantly white from the sheer pleasure overload.
Where was she?
Was this what heaven felt like? Or was it nirvana? Was she dreaming… was she awake? She couldn’t be quite sure.
She was sure of one thing, however.
Himawari felt the Sasuke using her mouth bottom out inside of her warm cavern. And shoot his load down her throat, which she swallowed dutifully, no hesitation in her blue eyes as she did so.
The one in her cunt was next. He bottomed out inside of her, and creampied her pussy just the way she liked it, filling her womb up to the brim with his warm and hot cum.
The original, the one fucking her ass, was last. He bottomed out, and with a mighty grunt, came, shooting into her bowels, thoroughly claiming the last hole of hers that he had been granted access to.
They didn’t stop. It just went on and on. Again, they began to thrust into her. Again, she was thrown back and forth between the three Sasukes. Minutes stretched for what seemed to be an eternity. She couldn’t breath. All she could feel, hear, see, think, was him.
Eventually, however, they were done. All of her holes were filled with his cum, her pussy and ass backed up to the point where the jizz leaked out in thick, sloppy chunks. She was so happy. So happy...
They all pulled out of her at once. She was limp - not having the energy to move, and just barely having enough to keep her eyes open. Strong hands rolled her onto her back. And then, she felt a warm body straddling her stomach.
Himawari looked up at him. The light was dim. She couldn’t see much - but she could see his eyes… those beautiful, mismatched, dark and violet eyes…
“I love you, S-Sasuke-sama…” she whispered.
Sasuke chuckled.
He snapped his fingers. The two clones dispelled - and like clockwork, their memories filled him. His cock positively swelled, and then he came, spraying two loads worth of cum over Himawari’s face.
She was out by this point. And she would be for a long while.
A smug look appeared on Sasuke’s face. He stood, stretching luxuriously, yawning loudly. He slipped on yet another pair of boxers - his last ones still downstairs - and then, he made his way out of the room.
Did he feel bad about doing this to Himawari?
Yeah… a little. But, there was no point in keeping up that charade. Eventually, she would have deluded herself, into thinking that she was his wife or something of that sort. It would grow dangerous, to have that sort of obsession.
And so, he had hit the nail on the head, so to speak. He had made sure she knew her place beneath him… and by extension, had acquired a nice little servant to help him around the house whenever Sakura or Sarada weren’t around.
He let out a sigh of contentment, as he calmly closed the door behind him.
---
Naruto tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, a strange look in his piercing blue eyes.
He was still slightly shaken from last night. Not from the sex, no, the sex had been amazing - but rather, what he’d had to think about, just to get it up. He was afraid. Afraid of how much he had liked it.
Sex with his wife was amazing. She was a goddess, a bombshell that loved him despite all of his faults.
But… there was just something about watching her have sex with Sasuke that was so… intoxicating. So alluring. Watching Sasuke go to work on his wife was like watching a true professional in his habitat. The things he did to Hinata. Making her moan, making her whimper in ways Naruto hadn’t ever even imagined possible. It wasn’t just the obvious size discrepancy between he and Sasuke, it was everything. Whether he was being gentle, or rough, his ‘rival’ was just leagues ahead of him.
The proof of that was Hinata. Hinata had been in love with them ever since they were kids… and yet, after a long period of exposure to Sasuke, she was willing to cheat on him with the long cocked Uchiha.
A shudder ran down Naruto’s spine. He was glad that he was alone in his office, or else someone might spot the tent he was sporting in his pants, relatively small it may be.
He cradled his head in his hands. It was only natural, that some people would have different desires than others. Maybe… maybe some men, would love the idea of having their wives all to themselves. Apparently, Naruto thought, he preferred that his wife was in the hands of another man. The former Hyuga heiress, leaving the arms of her blonde haired prince to choke on the impossibly large cock of the Uchiha patriarch.
Even now, scenes from the past nights flashed through his mind. He remembered watching Hinata and Sasuke’s first time together - watching Sasuke pull out of his wife, to spray what amounted to at least a thousand of Naruto’s loads combined into one over Hinata’s stomach.
He remembered the first time Sasuke had came inside of Hinata. The look on her face, of complete and utter ecstasy - the way she had been practically unresponsive for the next few minutes.
He recalled Sasuke instructing Hinata on how to suck his cock - watching his wife’s pretty lips stretch around his best friend’s massive cock… which had swiftly become a powerful mental image to use whenever he needed to jerk off. Watching Hinata as she was forc- no, as she willing swallowed down Sasuke’s load, her gulps bouncing around Naruto’s brains.
Naruto remembered a dozen other things. Hinata, bouncing up and down on Sasuke’s cock, her breasts moving up and down in tune with her hips. Sasuke, flashing him that familiar arrogant smirk as he blew a massive load over his wife’s face. Hinata’s broken moans, as Sasuke slammed into her from behind, every thrust giving Hinata more pleasure than Naruto could hope to pack into a hundred thrusts.
And so on. And so on.
A bigger cock. Better looks, at least according to many women in Konoha. The whole ‘badboy’ attitude. It was a wonder that someone like Sasuke had ‘settled’ with one woman, Sakura. With what he knew now… he wouldn’t have been surprised to see Sasuke return from his journey of redemption with a dozen girls hanging off his arm.
Naruto swallowed, uncomfortably aware of the way he continued to glance at the clock every few minutes. Was he doing it now? Was he… counting down the hours, the minutes, the seconds until he could see Sasuke claim his wife once more?
Fuck.
What was the point in fighting it? Naruto couldn’t see any reason why. If- if he liked being cuckolded… then that was just the way it was.
If he liked being demeaned in front of his wife, proven to be a lesser man before her very eyes… that… that was just the way it was.
And if he liked being humiliated, to be treated like a child learning the basics of sex from his best friend turned teacher… that was just the way it is.
Naruto smiled. Hinata was still feigning sickness - in front of Sasuke that was - but, he knew that his wife would be willing to have sex again tonight. And… he had an idea. A way, to ease her even further into his sick and twisted fantasies, more so than she already was.
But for now… he had work. He picked up his pen, and began to write, going through the red tape required to help rubber stamp the construction permit for yet another skyscraper.
---
And on the other side of town, Naruto’s daughter was stirring.
Himawari twitched slightly. There was a warmth, a thickness, a fullness, flowing out of her pussy and ass… and it took her less than a second to figure out what it was. She could feel the same substance clogging up her throat, strings of it clinging to the roof of her mouth, flapping around every time she took a breath.
This was… what, the fourth time that her Sasuke-sama had quite literally fucked her unconscious in only so many days?
Fuck. He was amazing - so amazing, so awesome, so great… where was he? Where was Sasuke-sama? A better question - how long had she been out? A minute, an hour, two hours? Himawari couldn’t be sure.
Her fingers were unresponsive for a moment. But, eventually, she managed to make a clumsy seal. ‘Byakugan!’
A quick sweep of the house told her that both Sakura, and Sarada were still out. And her Sasuke-sama was just downstairs, seemingly absorbed in a book that seemed to be about the intricacies of Raiton techniques. She wasn’t focused on that, though. She was focused on the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers - unable to take her Byakugan-enhanced vision off of the bulge in his crotch, that juicy, fat cock hidden beneath that teasing layer of fabric.
She was salivating now. With another seal, she deactivated her Byakugan. It was going to take her a while to get anywhere - so, for now, she’d have to sate her Sasuke-sama fix through… other means. Taking a great big sniff of the air, taking in his delightful scent. Basking in the wonderful feeling of his seed continually leaking from her cunt and ass. Swirling her tongue around her mouth, hoping to unearth any last globs of cum that may have escaped her clumsy swallowing earlier.
Eventually her strength began to return. A finger twitch there. She was able to lift her leg slightly after a few minutes. And, finally, she could sit up - a groan spilling from her lips as all of Sasuke-sama’s delicious cum sloshed about inside of her belly and womb. Oh… she felt so full, so warm. Himawari gently placed a hand against her navel, groaning once more. She could feel it. Her Sasuke-sama’s seed, rocking against the walls of her insides, so thick that it felt as if she had swallowed several pounds of liquid jelly.
But, she couldn’t think about that right now. Sasuke-sama was all alone downstairs… he needed her! Sasuke-sama was probably so frustrated without her… without a nice, wet pussy for his fat cock to feast on, he was probably collecting a little too much cum in those big balls of his.
Or at least that’s how Himawari reasoned it in her jizz-addled mind.
She climbed to her feet, a shudder running down her spine. Gravity was doing its work - and now, she could feel her Sasuke-sama’s cum leaking, trickling down her thighs and the back of her legs. She soldiered on, however, walking out of the master bedroom and into the hallway.
Going down the stairs brought another heavenly world of pleasure to Himawari. Every step, and her entire body would bounce alongside Sasuke-sama’s cum, sending ripples of ecstasy shooting up and down her spine. Honestly, she was half tempted to go back up and down the stairs once more, just to experience that feeling again.
There were more pressing matters at hand, however. She half-waddled half-sprinted into the living room, skidding to a halt before Sasuke. He didn’t even look up from his book, not even when she dropped to her knees, pulled down his boxers, and took his length into her mouth.
Sasuke merely gave a grunt of contentment. “Good girl, Himawari.” he said, sparing a hand from his jutsu book in order to give her an affectionate pat on the head - which she beamed at, an odd look considering her mouth was full of cock.
Was this how amazing life could get? Where all she had to do was get out of bed, walk down the stairs, and happily drink down one of her Sasuke-sama’s incredible loads?
Himawari couldn’t even fathom the idea of being with another man now. Who else would capture her heart so perfectly? Who else could shower her body with orgasms so powerful that she blacked out? Who else could turn her inside out, fill her womb to the brim with hot white cum, and still have more in store?
He was amazing.
And now… out of the three Uzumaki that had been exposed to Sasuke, Himawari was the first to break.
And she did so willingly, a bright grin on her face as she choked on her Sasuke-sama’s impossibly large cock.
“Now, Himawari.” Sasuke said, after a few minutes spent in silence aside from Himawari’s gagging. “Here are the rules. You are not to come over here if Sarada or Sakura are in the house. You will refer to me as Uncle Sasuke when we are in public. However, whenever we are alone, you may have access to my cock when you wish for it.”
She hummed something around his member that sounded something like, “Thank you, Sasuke-sama!”
He smiled faintly. Yeah. He could definitely get used to this.
---
Naruto smiled, dropping his keys onto the table with a clatter. “Hinata!” he called. “I’m home!”
“Up here!” she called.
He took off his cloak, hanging it gently on his coat rack. He kicked off his sandals. Then, Naruto made his way up the stairs. “Where’s Himawari and Boruto?”
“I’m not sure where Himawari is,” Hinata’s soft voice came from their bedroom. “But Boruto told me he was going to spend the night at Mitsuki’s.” A pause. “I really hope he isn’t up to anything… unsavory.”
“It’ll be fine, ‘nata.” Naruto said, pushing open the door to the master bedroom. “Boruto isn’t gonna get into anything too bad. The most he and Mitsuki will do is… maybe drink a beer or two, nothing serious.”
He felt his mouth go dry. Hinata was in the bathroom, tying her long indigo hair up into a ponytail. She was clad in a thin white bathrobe - but it wasn’t fastened, and he could see her black lingerie peeking out from beneath the white fabric.
“Oh, alright.” Hinata said, pursing her lips together. “I’ve been so… lonely all day,” she said. “So if I go out there, and your clothes aren’t off, Naruto…”
Naruto chuckled. “You don’t have to ask twice.” he said.
His clothes fell to the floor. The bed springs squeaked beneath his weight as he eased himself onto the mattress. He could hear the rustle of cloth - Hinata discarding her own clothes while she was still in the bathroom. She kicked the pair of panties she had been wearing into the room - the black ball of cloth landing on the foot of the bed.
Naruto grinned. Hinata slipped into the room, her hips swaying from side to side, her breasts bouncing almost hypnotically. She had shaved, her snatch bare with not even a hint of indigo on the pink mound in between her thighs.
She crawled onto the bed, straddling him without further ado. He loved that look in her pale eyes - typically so innocent and demure, but now addled with lust as she stared into his blue orbs.
Both of them were far too horny for the foreplay to last all that long. A bit of kissing, Naruto pawing at her breasts and Hinata leaving a love bite or two on his neck. Although she wasn’t dripping wet, Hinata was more than damp enough to allow him entrance.
Well… he had to get his soldier to rise to attention once more. He employed the same technique that had worked the previous night - closing his eyes, and summoning the mental image of Sasuke blowing a massive load over Hinata’s face. That brought his erection right up, and soon, Naruto was easing himself into his wife’s snatch.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Was it strange that the sex felt… muted, to Naruto? He was cupping her ass for leverage, and yet, he couldn’t summon the willpower to up his thrusts. He just couldn’t.
What he had been thinking about earlier. About Sasuke… about being demeaned and humiliated… surely… surely Hinata would understand, no? She was his wife. She loved him, for all of his faults. This, this was just another fault to add to the list. One that he needed, one that - kami willing - she would be willing to do for him.
He had to ask.
“Hinata,” Naruto said softly, as he continued to thrust upwards into her at a slow yet steady pace. “Can I ask you something?”
She tilted her head to the side, curiousity flickering through her eyes. “Sure.” she said, her hands finding purchase on his chest.
He had to do it. Surely, this would help. “How much bigger is Sasuke compared to me?” Fuck! Even just saying the words was making him harder.
Hinata’s face heated up ever so slightly. “W-what?” she stammered. “Well- I- why… why would you want to know?”
He clicked his tongue. “What, you cheat on me with him, and you can’t even admit how much bigger he is then me?” Naruto said. “Come up! I’m fucking asking you to Hinata, just say it, say it…!” His tone wasn’t pleading - but Hinata could hear the desperation lacing his every word.
“O-okay.” Hinata said, after a long pause. If Naruto was asking… then… she supposed it would be alright. “He’s- Sasuke-kun.. .he’s umm… a l-lot bigger than you are.” Hinata whispered. Naruto strained to capture every word. “And… t-thicker too.” She closed her eyes. “He reaches places i-inside of me that I-I’d never known e-existed…” Hinata admitted.
“Yes…” Naruto murmured. His thrusts picked up in tempo and in ferocity. His thighs, slapping against hers as he thrust upwards into his gorgeous wife. “Keep going…”
Hinata’s face twisted slightly. The words that were coming out of her mouth were so… heinous, so wrong, and yet… and yet, the ex-Hyuga simply couldn’t deny the shivers that ran down her spine upon saying it, or the rapid increase of her arousal.
“H-have you noticed h-how loose I a-am lately?” Hinata blurted, without thinking. “B-before, we at least needed some time to get t-things lined up. B-but now… you can get in me so easily.” A pause. “It’s like… S-Sasuke-kun’s stretching me out…”
“Are you saying…” Naruto murmured. “That you’re getting looser, ‘nata?” he said. “That- Sasuke’s big cock has been making your pussy too stretched out for you to be able to feel me inside of you.”
She refused to look at him. But, after a moment, she gave him a single resolute nod.
He was so hard, so hard that it hurt to have the blood pumping through his puny little erection. His hips were a blur, Hinata being rocked back and forth on top of him. He closed his eyes - and Hinata was glad for that, as it meant she could sneak a finger down to rub her clit, in order to give herself some real pleasure.
“Fuck…!” Naruto growled, his teeth gritted. “I bet his cum is still in your womb - caking its walls…!” Harder. Harder. Faster. Faster. He was so close, so close, so close-
The moment before he came, Naruto made sure to unsheath himself from Hinata. He didn’t think this consciously - but, subconsciously, it was a primal instinct, as if he wasn’t worthy of ejuculating inside of the pussy that Sasuke had so thoroughly claimed.
Naruto grunted, shooting two thin, watery strings of cum across Hinata’s stomach, so small that they could almost be mistaken for drops of sweat.
“Oh…” Naruto groaned, his body practically going limp. His hands fell from Hinata’s hips, falling to his sides. Hinata was still straddling him, yes, but her hips were merely grinding against his now flaccid member, unable to rouse it.
“No more?” Hinata said, almost a little sadly.
“No more.” Naruto murmured.
“Alright…” Hinata said. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, and then rolled off of him. She wasn’t even sweaty - her hair still tied into the same ponytail. Really, the only evidence of their activities on her body was the small bit of cum resting on her stomach, and she quickly wiped that away with the aid of the sheets
Naruto recovered a moment later, owing to his Uzumaki stamina and Kurama’s help. He smiled almost lazily, pulling the covers over he and Hinata, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and then rolling over onto his side and swiftly falling asleep.
Hinata turned the lamp on the nightstand off, plunging the room in darkness.
And yet, she was awake for a while longer, staring at the wall with her pale eyes.
It was awful for her to think like this. She couldn’t help it, however. ‘Two days down.’ she thought. ‘I just hope tomorrow isn’t quite as disappointing…’
She had gone on this hiatus from Sasuke in an attempt to distance him from her and Naruto. And yet, still, he infected everything about their sex lives - and now, Naruto was asking her to compare them, to tell him just how pathetic he was when measured up against his long time rival and friend.
Hinata swallowed.
Twenty four hours. That was how much longer she had to wait, and then, finally, she could have Sasuke take that massive cock and shove it up her-
She quashed that thought, right there and then. Yet, it kept creeping up. His face. His beautiful mismatched eyes, His impossibly large member, swinging like a pendulum before her eyes. She was uncomfortably aware of the fact that she hadn’t cum tonight.
Hinata was glad that her husband slept like the dead.
Because if he had woken up about ten minutes later, he would have heard the bathroom door open. And then, he would have heard Hinata whimpering his best friend’s name, whilst fingering her pussy the best she could.
‘Twenty three hours, and fifty minutes.’ she thought.
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And that's how the cookie crumbles.
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