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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233374 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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This chapter happens between chapter one and chapter two of Naruto's Fetish--aka this story. So after Hinata has submitted, but before Himawari is even old enough to join in. Enjoy!
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It was a rare day in the Uzumaki household when both of the kids were out on missions.

Rarer still were the days when Sakura was busy at the hospital or out on a humanitarian mission, and the kids were off on missions with their respective teams.

If you asked Naruto how he felt about those wondrous times, he would probably blush, and stammer something incoherent, all while pitching a puny little tent in his pants.

If you asked Sasuke, he would smirk, fold his arms across his chest, and probably imagine what he was going to do next time that particular opportunity came up.

As for Hinata, well… she was usually too full of cock on those days to remember anything but mind numbing, body shaking pleasure. If anything, she would probably blush, rub her thighs together, and secretly wish to go back in time to that day.

It always started off in a rather innocuous manner… with breakfast.

Sasuke, for some reason, decided to pay a visit on that day. Neither Boruto or Himawari had left quite yet - and so, they greeted him eagerly, with cries of “Sasuke-sensei!” on Boruto’s part, and “Uncle Sasuke!” from Himawari. He gave Himawari a soft smile. He even, in a rare display of physical affection that didn’t involve sex, ruffled Boruto’s hair affectionately. Hinata blushed when she saw him, and quickly turned back towards the stove. Naruto greeted Sasuke cheerfully, well aware - as was Hinata - as to what was to come.

Boruto and Himawari wolfed down their food quickly, bid their parents and Sasuke goodbye, and streamed out of the kitchen - to rendezvous with their teams at another location.

By the time the door slammed closed behind Himawari, Hinata’s pants were already around her ankles. Sasuke rolled his eyes, smiled, and calmly undid his pants as well. “I’m not finished eating yet.” he said quietly. “So you’re going to have to do it under the table until I’m done.”

Hinata grinned almost manically. Under the table, above the table, on the table… it didn’t really matter to her. She scurried onto her hands and knees, and quickly disappeared from view - the last sight being her round ass shaking naughtily from side to side. Naruto knew that the ‘fun’ began when Sasuke let out a quiet groan, and the sounds of licking and sucking began to fill the kitchen.

And… he began to eat once more. Calmly using his knife and fork, eating the still steaming hot breakfast in front of him as if there wasn’t a beautiful woman currently sucking him off beneath the table.

Naruto bit his lip. “Don’t you feel it’s… kind of weird?”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “Find what weird?” he said.

“The fact that you can… well, eat and get a blowjob at the same time.” Naruto explained. “Wouldn’t the pleasure… like… stop you from being able to enjoy the food? Or… would having to eat detract from the blowjob?” The question was so earnest that it made Sasuke laugh. “What?”

Sasuke slipped a hand beneath the table, sliding his fingers into Hinata’s indigo hair, helping her as she bobbed up and down steadily on his member. “This isn’t for me, Naruto. It’s for Hinata.”

He blinked. “The blowjob’s for… Hinata?” Naruto said, honestly confused.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to go wild over a blowjob, dobe.” Sasuke said. “I get one every morning and night from Sakura. Hinata would give me half a dozen per day if I asked her too. The one really getting the pleasure is her… look.”

Naruto did. He stuck his head under the table… and yes, there was Hinata working over Sasuke’s pole like a pro - one of her hands fastened around the base of his cock, her mouth and tongue working over the rest of it, a glossy look in her eyes. But the true focus was on her other hand - three fingers slipped expertly into her snatch, pumping in and out. She was wet, unfathomably so, a pool of her juices having already collected beneath her.

Just the simple act of giving Sasuke a blowjob was causing her to be so aroused, Naruto thought.

Naruto stuck his head up above the table, and Sasuke just smirked at him for a moment. “Not to mention how much she loves the taste of my cum.” he added offhandedly, as if mentioning that your wife was addicted to another man’s essence was only a minute detail.

“I… see.” Naruto said. Honestly, the blonde couldn’t help himself at this point - he reached beneath the table, unbuckled his pants, and began to idly stroke his puny member. “So… what’s on the agenda for today?”

Sasuke rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I had a few vague ideas.” he said. “Nothing concrete, though.” A pause. “Well… except…”

“Except what?” Naruto said.

He chuckled. “You’ll see.” Sasuke said, suddenly standing up. Hinata actually fell forward at the sudden movement - clumsily head butting his knee, her lips still shining with precum.

It was an image perfect to demonstrate the power balance in their twisted relationship. Sasuke, towering over her - his member quite literally shadowing Hinata’s face. And Hinata… staring up at him with awe and worship in her eyes, a grin on her face.

Sasuke reached down, and picked Hinata up with ease. She was so wet, so needy - and like the good married slut she was, Hinata willing spread her legs for him. He set her down on the table, yanking her shirt down so that it bunched around her stomach. It took him only another few seconds to unhook her bra, and finally her luscious breasts were revealed.

He inhaled one, wrapping his mouth around the rosy nipple and suckling it. Hinata moaned, tossing her head back, Naruto able to see the lust in her pale eyes. Sasuke’s hands were busy, one of them squeezing and groping her second breast while the other was busy teasing her sopping wet folds.

“Kami, I love these tits.” Sasuke said idly, leaning back, a thin line of saliva connecting his bottom lip to her nipple. “Mmm… Sakura’s are nice and perky, but there’s nothing like a soft and supple pair to start your morning with. I’m half tempted to steal a titjob…” Hinata began to whimper, grinding her hips against his fingers. “... but, I know how much you need a nice fuck, Hinata.” He chuckled. “It’s my bad, I suppose. I had other things to do yesterday, and it’s not as if you have anyone else here who can take care of your needs.”

“N-no…” she whined. “P-please… h-hurry!”

A warm chuckle escaped his lips. “What did I do to you, for you to get to this point?” Sasuke said quietly. “You’re such a slut, Hinata. And right in front of your husband, too… no shame, no reservations. I like that. It’s refreshing to know that you know exactly what your place is.”

“A slut, yes, a slut.” Hinata breathed. She was still grinding against him, breathless and begging - essentially confirming Sasuke’s words right before the eyes of her bull and her cuckold husband. “Y-your slut…”

“There’s a good girl.” Sasuke said. “I appreciate that level of honesty.” She spread her legs as wide as they could possibly go, and he slipped in between them. The way he treated her was so agnozingly hot, Naruto thought, still stroking himself off beneath the table. As if his wife was Sasuke’s property. Groping her fat tits, fingering her cunt, making her breath another man’s name, declare her body’s servitude to him without even entering her. And the fact that all the while, he could see her ring glistening on her finger, the remnants of their kids’ breakfast, her demure sweater bunched around her stomach… it was all reminders of who she was without Sasuke around, and who she was the instant he stepped into the room.

Sasuke slid inside of her, and as was to be expected after years of long and harsh poundings, her pussy welcomed him with ease. Despite this sort of regularity, his entrance was slow and brutal. He muscled his way inside of her snatch with the roughness of a true alpha, his engorged length throbbing inside of her, Sasuke clamping his hands down on her thighs and spreading them even further in order to enable him deeper penetration.

When he entered her, Hinata let out the cutest little squeak. It was frankly adorable, her mouth agape - her eyes clearing up, as if there was a clearing in the storm, as if she were in the eye of a hurricane. “Yes…” Hinata whispered. “Ugh… ugh… yes…!”

Sasuke liked to mix things up.

Sometimes, he was teasing. Fiddling and playing with her body for what seemed to be ages, fingering her, caressing her breasts and teasing her puckered hole, but never entering her, not giving her that pleasure until she was practically a shell of her former self. Begging on her knees for his cock. Then, and only then, would Sasuke take her.

Other times, he was gentle. Perhaps that was more mocking to Naruto - for on those nights, Sasuke took an approach to sex that was remarkably similar to the blonde’s. He would kiss her, relieve every ache in her body, soothe every wound. And when he was inside of her, he would be even more gentle. Long, slow, passionate thrusts into her core. Aiming to give her as much pleasure as possible, making her jerk and convulse against him as he steadily thrust away.

This was the third option.

The rough option.

Or, to Hinata, the fun one.

He began to slam into her… for using the term ‘thrust’ didn’t seem to properly describe the way he pounded her in that very moment, with so much force and power that the table began to creak beneath them. She was moaning. She didn’t even know what she was moaning, so lost in the pleasure and ecstasy, but she meant every word of it.

“Oh… oh… kami…!” Her voice, hoarse and loud, echoing throughout the kitchen. “Y-yes… please… fuck me! Own me, take me, you own me please, harder, faster, don’t stop, please, I need this- I need you, Sasuke, please please please-”

It was these days when he unveiled to her the true power imbalance in their relationship.

This wasn’t some affair, where she would find true love with her bull. It wasn’t some love triangle, where Sasuke was vying for her love through completely dominating her body. He already had her love after all, what was the point?
The best way to describe their relationship was simple: Sasuke was the master, and she was the slave.

He owned her.

She might be married to Naruto, with his ring glistening on her finger. Her name might be ‘Uzumaki Hinata’ and not ‘Uchiha Hinata’. Perhaps, she was still bound to Naruto, whether it was through previous bonds or through the ever present reminder of their children. But that didn’t discount the fact that Sasuke owned her otherwise, through and through.

Now, he was exercising that ownership, with every harsh thrust. She moaned his name, she panted it, like the pathetic whore she was. There was no shame in her mind. She had came too many times to even fathom the idea that she should be ashamed about this - Sasuke was just too good... she had never really stood a chance.

And there her husband was, mere feet away from them, jerking his pathetic erection off beneath the table. His wife being pounded, owned, dominated before his eyes - screaming another man’s name, begging for his cock and cum, and all Naruto could do was hope Sasuke shot his load as deep inside of her as he could.

Which Sasuke did of course. It wasn’t enough for Hinata’s body to be his, shackled to the Uchiha forevermore. Her tits, her ass, her pussy… it wasn’t enough. It was as if Sasuke wanted to blot out her soul with his jizz - wash away Uzumaki Hinata, and replace her with some cum slave, twenty four seven instead of simply whenever he was in the room.

He grunted and came, and she just… shut down. Her body went limp; she didn’t even squeak this time, nor did she moan. It was just too much. There was a pause, and then one last rasping groan escaped her lips. Hinata’s eyes slid closed… and she passed out.

Sasuke pulled out of her with a schlop.

He sighed in contentment.

Then, he sat back down in his chair, a loose and languid look about him. “You’re a lucky man, Naruto.” Sasuke said, leaning back. “Ah… I’d kill for a wife that slutty. Sakura is nice, but Hinata has a libido unlike anyone else.” He laughed.

The irony wasn’t lost on either of them. Naruto… ‘lucky’? He hadn’t slept with Hinata in over a year, if you could call what he did ‘sleeping’ with her. And the only reason she was that slutty was because of Sasuke - before him, back when it had just been demure Hinata and puny Naruto, she had practically abhorred sex. Now…? Well, the sight of her, cum packed and in obvious bliss on the table was more than enough to show her radical change.

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Family nights could sometimes be a little awkward.

Though they tended to be much more fun for the adults.

A nice, horror movie, one that would engross the kids as well as a cartoon would. Their eyes were glued to the television screen, Himawari and Sarada grinning almost manically while Boruto huddled behind Sarada.

The adults were huddled together on the couch, a long and expansive blanket covering them.

“Ah… you’d better be wearing those panties I love so much.” Sasuke whispered into Hinata’s ear.

Sakura was well aware of Hinata’s borderline fanatical worship of Sasuke - or more specifically, his cock. Not that she was any better, but for her it tended to be more of the former than the latter. And honestly, she didn’t mind all that much. It got Sasuke out of the house, and if Naruto was alright with it… then yeah, Sakura was fine with it.

This might be a little far, though. “Don’t be too loud,” she muttered in their direction.

“Oh… we won’t.” Sasuke said cheekily.

It wouldn’t look like it from the kids’ perspective, but Hinata was currently seated in Sasuke’s lap, his erection pressing against her thigh. And she was practically half lost already… grinding against him needlessly. Naruto had been forced to intervene, clapping a hand over his wife’s mouth so as to prevent her moaning and alerting the kids.

Sasuke’s nimble fingers had already undone his trousers, freeing his hardened member beneath the blanket. It was easy to slip Hinata’s shorts down just a tad… and then, her panties to the side. He let out a low grunt as he slid inside of her, Hinata’s muffled moan into Naruto’s hand spurring him on.

It was fortunate that they had put a horror movie on. The instant one of the main characters received a jump scare that was accompanied by exceedingly loud music, Sasuke seized his chance. He impaled Hinata all the way down the length of his pole, the housewife moaning freely into Naruto’s hand, her sounds thankfully covered up by the movie’s sounds.

Despite the fact that she was on top of him, he was in complete control. Sasuke’s hands resting on her hips, guiding the pseudo sex slave up and down his steely member. He took a hand, slipping it underneath her shirt and groping one of her tits. “You’re going to be quiet, aren’t you?” Sasuke whispered into her ear. “Because Naruto can’t keep you silent without making this look suspicious.”
She nodded nervously. Sasuke gave Naruto a nod as well, and the blonde retracted his hand. Although her breathing was labored, and her face flushed, she managed to keep her instinct to moan under check.

Sasuke, however, had underestimated his daughter’s perceptiveness.

Sarada turned around, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Papa?” she said, her voice sweet. “Why is Auntie Hinata on top of you like that?” Boruto and Himawari turned around at that, their expressions innocent.

Hinata went so red that her face resembled Sakura’s lovely shirt. Sakura and Naruto blanched. Sasuke, however, remained cool. “Oh… don’t worry about it.” he said, continuing to rock against her. “I was just giving your Aunt a massage… she’s been a little stressed lately, and I thought I could do her a favor.”

“Oh.” Sarada said. “Can I have one after she’s done?”

“I want one, too!” Himawari exclaimed.

Sakura raised an eyebrow. Naruto snickered. Hinata merely bit the inside of her cheek to repress a moan. “Maybe some other time,” Sasuke said offhandedly. “You kids pay attention to the movie.”

“Okay, Papa.” Sarada said sweetly. Himawari and Boruto followed suit, and Sasuke was free to continue blowing Hinata’s mind relatively undisturbed.

Sasuke chuckled. “What a little slut.” he said quietly. “How does it feel knowing that your wife came when Sarada and Himawari suggest that they get a ‘massage’ from me?” he said to Naruto.

“... maybe when they’re older.” Naruto said neutrally. Sakura shot the both of them a disapproving look. “What?” Naruto said defensively. “They’ll be adults… they can make their own decisions then.” He was anything but a strict parent, after all. If his little Hima wanted to ride up and down her Uncle Sasuke’s pole, she was free too.

Now he was starting to see why Hinata had found it that hot.

Sasuke was still lazily rocking his hips against Hinata. She was, of course, overcome by the same feelings. Of being full, of being complete, of finally remembering what it was like to have a real man inside of her even though it had been only a few scant hours since he had last fucked her.

Sakura was feeling a little kinky. It had been a while since she, Sasuke, and Hinata had a threesome - with Naruto jerking off like a pathetic cuckold in the corner of the room, of course. Sakura preferred having her husband all to herself, but still, it had been fun. Now, however, she had something a little different in mind.

“Let me help you with that ‘massage’, Sasuke-kun.” Sakura said sweetly, easing herself off of the couch and onto her knees. She flashed a wink in Naruto’s direction. She lifted up the blanket, and jammed her head into it.

“Mmm…” Sasuke groaned, for Sakura was indeed helping with the massage - licking and lapping at his balls, suckling the base of his member with her smooth tongue.

Sarada glanced back once more, and frowned just a little bit upon seeing her mother’s head underneath the blanket. But, she shrugged it off, and returned back to the movie. Himawari and Boruto hadn’t even bothered to turn around a second time.

And so, one woman rode Sasuke’s massive cock while his wife gently lapped at his shaft. Of course, Naruto was left out - sitting beside Sasuke, pitching a tent in his trousers and yet not willing to jerk off even beneath the blanket in fear that he would moan aloud.

It was only a matter of time before the movie was over and done with. The kids were ushered off to bed. Sakura went home with Sarada, and Boruto and Himawari were put to bed by Naruto.

With any reason to be private gone, Hinata and Sasuke had no qualms. And so, her back digging into the couch, Hinata was also free to let her… erm… true feelings out.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, as Sasuke thrust into her. “Harder, faster, own me, claim me, fuck me, yes!” she hissed into his ear. Things that her normal self would never say, but this wasn’t normal Hinata. This was cock crazed, cum starved Hinata, who would rather spend the night curled at the foot of Sasuke and Sakura’s bed like a dog than beside her own husband.

Sasuke just shook his head slowly.

He pulled out of her, just before he reached the point of no return. She didn’t protest - after all, he had made her cum over a dozen times already. As he forced her down onto her knees, Hinata only grinned, sticking out her tongue, beaming up at the man that had so thoroughly claimed her body.

The image of the demure housewife down on her knees, begging for cum, brought him over the edge. Sasuke came, and he shot a delightful facial all over Hinata’s face, bathing her in his jizz. It was thick and gooey, and it covered everything. It was in her eyes, her nose, her mouth… she even slicked back her hair a bit with his sticky cum.

“Thank you, Sasuke.” Hinata murmured, her face glistening.

“Don’t mention it.” Sasuke said, stretching. “Go upstairs and give your husband a good night kiss… not from me, but for me. Make him know what we were up to down here.”

She giggled. “You got it.”

“And make sure you put in that plug Sakura gave you.” Sasuke added. “I want to take that ass of yours for a ride so rough you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Will do!”

He gave her his customary good bye. Namely, slapping her on the ass, groping of one of her fat tits, and a smirk. Sasuke was gone by the time Naruto came back downstairs.

Hinata was dressed when Naruto reached the landing. Of course, the drying face mask on her features was more than an indicator that Sasuke had given her his ‘good bye’ present.

She kissed him, and Naruto relished in the taste of Sasuke’s cum on her mouth. In the humiliation of kissing his wife who had received a facial not ten minutes ago.

“The kids asleep?” Hinata asked.

“Out like a rock.” Naruto replied.

“Good.” Hinata said. “I think I’m going to get a cup of warm milk before I go to bed, baby. Be up in a bit.”

“Love you.” Naruto said.

She gave a cute little hum in response. “... you too.” Hinata said.

He went upstairs.

And Hinata stayed downstairs. Making herself a glass of warm milk… yeah, that’s totally what she did. Not sniffing the blanket that Sasuke had fucked her under like some kind of maniac, or scrounging around the living room floor looking for drops of stray cum.

She would never do that.

Never.
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