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Naruto's Fetish (Remastered)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 126576 -:- 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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The negotiations had gone well.
With the added pressure of the Uchiha Sasuke being present - the civil war in the land of Tea had been resolved… relatively quickly. The terrorist bombings and such had been stopped. The daimyo and his son had both been brought to the table, and although negotiations had persisted for far longer than Sasuke had initially anticipated, eventually, an agreement was made.
And then broken, predictably by the daimyo. A week later, the son was installed as a puppet of Konoha - and shinobi fresh from the land of Fire moved into occupy the land of Tea’s major cities.
Of course, they were still independent. But, the major influx of wounded and dead men into Konoha hospitals had sent waves of shock throughout the public - and they had demanded that something be done. Konoha had been forced to act… and well, the daimyo had been foolish enough to break a treaty when the ink hadn’t even dried on it yet.
Sasuke had stayed behind a few days, to ensure that the chains of commands were set in stone, that no error could occur in such a fragile situation. Once he, and Naruto - whom he had been communicating with via toads and snakes - were satisfied, finally, he could return home, after thirty days in a foreign land.
He stuck to the rooftops on his way into the village, not intent on making his presence known until absolutely necessary. He made his way into the Hokage’s office through a window.
Naruto looked much the same - although there was a tremor in his hands, and the dark circles beneath his eyes most certainly hadn’t been there before. “You’re back,” he said, smiling at Sasuke. “Do you have your report?”
Sasuke gently swept out a folder from the inside pocket of his cloak, setting it down on Naruto’s desk. “Right there,” he said. “I took a copy of the transcripts for the negotiations as well.” Sasuke said. “Should be more than enough to put the matter to rest.”
“Good job.” Naruto said, nodding his head almost absentmindedly. “So… safe trip?”
“Some idiots decided to try and rob the inn I was staying at on my way back.” Sasuke said. “Let’s just say… I doubt that they’ll be seeing the light of day for a long time.”
Naruto rolled his eyes. “As long as you didn’t kill them.” the blonde said, his voice ever so slightly strained - his gaze drifting down Sasuke’s figure for a moment, before flickering back up. “Alright… you can go now.” A pause. “I’ll, uh, talk to you later.”
“See you.” Sasuke said, and then in a blur of black and blue, slipped out the same window that he came in.
His first night home was rather… eventful. Sakura had of course gotten used to his long absences - but, that didn’t mean she suffered any less for it. The second she had seen him, Sakura had thrown herself at him - their lips smashing together, the pinkette desperately grinding her body up against him. Sasuke had quite literally carried her up to the bedroom, and they made love for a long while.
By the time they were finally done, Sakura seemed pretty loopy. She’d been grinning in the same, slightly crazed way for the last fifteen minutes - holding her stomach, pressing her fingers into her navel and giggling as more of his cum came sloshing out of her pussy, and after the three creampies he had injected deep into her depths, there was plenty to spare.
But, however, it seemed exhaustion was finally hitting the beautiful pink haired woman he called his wife. Her green eyes began to droop… her hands falling to her sides. Sasuke leaned his head down, pecking her on the lips, before gently draping a blanket over her.
By the time he had slipped on a pair of boxers and had made his way out of the master bedroom, she was asleep, her soft snores following him out of the room.
Sasuke sat down on his couch, easing his back into the sofa, letting out a refreshed sigh as he did so. He ran a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes, his face scrunching up slightly. He smelled like… sex. Not that it was a bad smell, but after a month of forced abstinence, he’d gotten a tad bit unused to it.
He laid his head back, and waited.
Sasuke knew that it would take Hinata a long while to find out that he’d returned - considering she was typically holed up in that house all day, with Himawari either out with friends or choking on his cock, and Naruto being at the office. With Boruto out of the house, she wasn’t liable to the rumor mills that spun around Konoha, unless she, Sakura, Temari, and Ino were having a girl’s night out or something of that sort.
But… he had an inkling that someone else would discover his return. Sure, he had been subtle on his way in - but surely, an ANBU or a jounin would have noticed him, considering he hadn’t put that much time nor effort into disguising himself. One person would tell another… and then another, and soon, before long, everyone would know of his return.
It was only a matter of time.
Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long.
He heard the key twist in the lock. It wasn’t Sarada - she usually took the liberty of announcing her return - so, it could only be one other person. The door opened. He caught a glimpse of indigo hair and of blue eyes.
The door slammed shut behind her. She was fast on her feet, and in a flash of blue, she was down on her knees beneath him - the brightest, sweetest grin on her face. Clearly, putting on the boxers had been redundant, as Himawari took it upon herself to pull them off regardless.
She handled his cock as if it were a sacred object, gently gripping the base, her blue eyes staring at it with a mixture of amazement and wonder. Almost religiously, she dipped her head down, Himawari rubbing her cheek against the rapidly hardening member. She seemed not to care that it was still slathered in the juices of her Aunt Sakura - no, she was far more focused on the heat it exuded, on that familiar smell, on the way it felt in her warm, safe, loving hands.
“Hi, Sasuke-sama.” Himawari purred, her voice low and husky. “I missed you.”
He smiled. “I missed you too, Hima.” While, he had missed her to an extent - what he had really missed was her tight, teenage body, at his disposal to fuck and unload into at any time of the day. It was just one of those things you didn’t realize you had until it was gone… but, thankfully in his case, she’d - or rather, he, had only been gone for a month.
And now, they could pick up right where they left off.
As much as he’d like to dive right in, and get the next phase of the fun started, Sasuke knew that he had to be patient for a while longer. He’d been gone for a month, after all. And Himawari was his best source of information when it pertained to how his plan had held up. She knew if his hard work had been success or not, if things were still going the way he wanted it to, among other things.
The instant Himawari went to take his swollen length into her mouth, Sasuke stopped her - gently pressing his palm to her forehead and pushing her head back with ease. “Not yet, Hima.” he said, almost warningly. “How have Naruto and Hinata been holding up?”
Himawari pouted for a moment, before diving right in. “I did as you asked, Sasuke-sama.” she said. “I- um, well, I kept an eye on them.” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “They only had sex once… and it didn’t last very long. Both of them, kaa-san and tou-san, they seemed… um… well, disappointed, about something.” It had been a little weird to watch her parents… well… ‘try’ to make love… but if it was for her Sasuke-sama, she’d do it a thousand times over.
What they were disappointed about didn’t take much thought. Hinata, presumably about the lack of a certain Uchiha’s long and thick cock. Naruto, about the lack of a certain Uchiha’s cock pummelling his wife’s pussy. So similar, and yet so wildly different reasons at the same time.
“And?” Sasuke said, his voice expectant.
Himawari frowned slightly. “I don’t think tou-san or kaa-san have been getting much sleep, either.” she said. “Kaa-san especially. I mean, she has this twitch - kind of like the one I had when you were gone.” Himawari raised her arm up, and began to wiggle her fingers erratically. “And tou-san… well, he’s just been a little grumpy.”
“I see,” Sasuke said.
The implications were… obvious. Hinata was having what could only be described as cum withdrawals. Naruto was probably experiencing some… inadequacy in the bedroom, and without Sasuke there to make up for it, he was sure that both of them were suffering.
Perfect, Sasuke thought. Absolutely perfect. The time was ripe, he thought, for the next stage of his plan - one of the more important steps really.
But, for now, he had more important things to worry about.
He stood up suddenly - quite literally uppercutting Himawari in the chin with his erect cock, and sending the teenager tumbling to the ground. She blinked several times, staring up at him in awe. And then, with power that she could hardly fathom, he lifted her up - bending her over the couch, shoving her head into the cushions as a means to keep her quiet. A sharp jerk later, and her shorts and panties were pooled around her ankles, her sopping wet snatch exposed to him.
Sasuke didn’t wait any longer. WIth a single thrust, he sheathed himself inside of her, all the way to the hilt, Himawari letting out a piercing moan that was muffled by the couch cushion. “There we go,” Sasuke murmured, giving her thigh an appreciative pat. “Nice and tight, just how I always like it.”
“Only for you, Sasuke-sama…” Himawari whispered.
“I know.” he said. “You’re going to need to be quiet,” Sasuke told her. “Sakura’s asleep upstairs, and she isn’t going to find out about this if I have a say in it. Understand?”
“Yes, Sasuke-sama.” Himawari chorused. Kami - she had missed saying that, so much. It felt so right coming from her lips, to grace the man who had given her so much with the proper respect his status deserved.
“Good.”
Sasuke began to thrust his hips forward once again, and soon Himawari was muffling her moans into the couch cushions once again - her hands gripping the back of the sofa, her eyes screwed up as her Sasuke-sama sheathed himself inside of her again and again.
It was good to be back, Sasuke thought.
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She had to clean.
She-
She had to do something, anything, to get her mind off of… him.
Before, she could go weeks, months, years without her husband’s best friend even crossing her mind. What had she known about him before? His family was cruelly taken away from him. He was a prodigy. Naruto and Sakura loved him very much. But other then that, she didn’t really know who Uchiha Sasuke was.
And she still didn’t, not really.
Well… in a way.
She knew him, or, his body at the very least. The endless depths of those violet and dark eyes. Nearly every muscle that ran along his body. The musky scent that he exuded, just as a natural smell that was so manly that she could hardly comprehend it. The way he could make her feel - using the monstrous cock that his Uchiha genes had blessed him with to turn her into a moaning, blubbering mess in a matter of minutes.
Every day now, he invaded her mind. Her dreams. She saw a hint of violet, and her heart would race - ‘Is it him?’ she would think, before reality would sink in, and she realized that, no, she would not have her needs finally taken care of by a real man.
She’d tried to have sex with Naruto. Once. And he hadn’t even been able to get it up. They’d try a bit of the… humiliation stuff he seemed to like, and even that wouldn’t work. It seemed that her husband could only rise to the occasion when Sasuke was around - and that was the one time she didn’t need him around, when she had more than enough man meat and pure sexual skill to make up a thousand Narutos.
Hinata swallowed. And not in the way she wished she could, with a nice creamy load being pumped into her throat. No, she swallowed in a way that conveyed her anxiety. Why were her palms so clammy? Her fingers… twitching, every second or so.
She tapped her foot on the floor, searching inside the couch cushions for any loose garbage, although she knew damn well that she had covered the sofa a half dozen time. The house was fucking sparkling. From the kitchen countertops to the broom closet, every inch of it had been scoured by a feverish Hinata, desperately trying to stave off going back to her room and fingering herself for the hundredth time to mere memories.
The time for denial was over. She couldn’t lie - especially not to herself. Hinata had become… accustomed, to the incredible pleasure that Sasuke could give her. She had gotten used to it, a bright beacon at the end of a long, tiring day. When she could simply lie on her back, spread her legs, and prepare to spend the next half an hour to an hour clawing at Sasuke’s back as he fucked a hot load into her, Naruto eagerly jerking off at the sight of his wife being pummeled.
But now… now, it had been thirty days since then.
Hinata was well aware that she had gotten… bitchier since then. Not that it was much of a change from her normal, shy personality - she was just a tad less patient, a little less lenient when it came to Naruto coming home late from work.
She bent down low, to pick up a stray piece of trash, when-
Somebody cleared their throat.
Hinata froze, dead in her tracks, her pale eyes widening and the blood in her veins turning to ice. No... was it… had he…?
She turned.
And there he was, standing not a few yards behind her, that same smirk on his face. His mismatched eyes pierced through to her very soul - his body radiating a kind of warmth that she could almost feel despite the distance between the two of them.
“It’s been a while, Hinata.” Sasuke said, his smirk widening even further as he saw the dumbfounded expression on her face.
She continued to stare at him, her mouth agape.
And then - without thinking, without even being able to comprehend what had happened, she was throwing herself at him. Her indigo hair fluttered behind her as she leapt into his arms. With ease, he caught her, his firm and powerful hands gripping her ass, as her long and luscious legs locked closed around his waist. She forced her lips to his - and with brutal efficiency, Sasuke beat her tongue back, plundering her mouth with relish.
Hinata could feel his erection, despite the layers of cloth separating them. He was grinding it against her crotch, in that delicious way that intensified the already rapidly growing pool of wetness in her loins.
His hands still groping her ass, Sasuke turned - carrying himself and her up the stairs, their lips still fiercely locked. With a powerful kick, he threw open the door to the master bedroom, and without further ado, tossed Hinata onto the mattress. She yelped, wincing slightly as the feeling of his body pressed up against hers withered away - but, she quickly cheered up again, as Sasuke began to strip.
She didn’t even have time to appreciate his muscular body or his engorged cock, before he was upon her again. He eased her back down into the bed, pressing his lips to hers once again. He pulled back for a moment, but only long enough for him to make short work of her clothes - her shirt, pants, bra and panties sent flying in various directions without regard. Then, he forced himself on her again, smashing his body against hers, devouring her lips with his skilled mouth, one hand on her lower back and the other slipped into her silky indigo hair.
Once again, Hinata’s legs locked closed around his waist, the pale eyed beauty trying her best to ensure that Sasuke would not be able to go anywhere. Her own arms were wound around his burly torso, linking up at the back, Hinata relishing in the sweet warmth she felt as he pressed his radiator-like body against hers.
She could feel his engorged cock resting against her thigh, the edge of his shaft only a mere inch away from her weeping pussy. A few moments later, as they separated once more - a thin string of saliva connecting their lips - Hinata made her first plea of the night. “H-hurry up, p-please…” she murmured.
Sasuke smirked.
Poor girl, he thought. After all, he wasn’t in a rush like she was. Sasuke could more then easily make up for the lack of pleasure due to not being inside of her through one simple method… teasing and prodding her, which had become one of his favorite pastimes in recent months.
And he wasn’t subtle about it either.
Like a baker crafting his finest bread, Sasuke began to knead her breasts, running the orbs over in between his hands, squeezing and licking them, circling her rosy nipples with his tongue. Hinata whimpered at his prodding, wiggling her hips slightly, as if she could somehow force his cock to slip into her soaking wet depths. Sasuke bit back a chuckle, instead deciding to bite something else - namely, the perky and erect nipples before his very eyes. He nibbled at them teasingly, lapping at them with his tongue, occasionally taking a few seconds to suckle at one of her breasts while one of his hands would grope and squeeze the other. And then, he’d switch it up.
Sakura and Himawari had fairly sensitive breasts, sure, but theirs were nothing compared to Hinata’s. Sure, Sasuke loved his wife - but Hinata’s rack was undoubtedly bigger than hers, even if the pale eyed woman’s ass wasn’t quite up to par with Sakura’s. Combine that size difference with the sheer sensitivity of Hinata’s breasts, and believe him, he had the perfect tool to turn her into a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him.
Which he did. WIth impunity.
Of course, he didn’t ignore the other sections of her body. Occasionally, he would use his mouth to leave some very dark, purple love bites on her neck - replacing the ones that had faded away in his month long absence. He caressed her heavenly, soft skin with his hands, rubbing at her navel, dipping his finger into her belly button teasingly. He brushed her thighs with the tips of his fingers - always coming close, but never quite touching her desperately wet and needy pussy.
“P-please…” Hinata whispered.
Sasuke smirked. “Hmm?” he said, tilting his head to the side. “I couldn’t quite hear you, Hinata.”
“P-please…!” she stammered.
This time he chuckled. “Please, what?” Sasuke said. “Please… get out?” He drew back - and Hinata doubled up on her arm and leg’s grip on him. “I have no idea what you’d like me to do, Hinata.” Sasuke said, lying through his damn teeth and both of them knew that.
Hinata whimpered. “P-please… please, please fuck me!” she blurted. “Take that c-c-cock, and shove it inside of me, please, Sasuke-kun, pleasee…!”
“There we go,” Sasuke said approvingly, gripping the base of his enormous member and lining it up with her sopping wet snatch. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
She didn’t get a chance to respond. For the very instant her lips had parted, he had thrust inside of her, driving himself all of the way to the hilt with brutal, terrifying power.
“Ugghh…!’ It didn’t sound like a human female - but more like some kind of animal. Her back arched almost painfully, her legs and arms tightening around him as she came, as she fucking came for the first time in nearly a month - her fingers nor Naruto being able to bridge the gap that Sasuke had left.
Sasuke didn’t move. He merely sat there for a moment, smirking in that typical way of his, as Hinata quite literally lost a few brain cells from the overwhelming force of her orgasm.
When she was finally spent, she was soaking in sweat - her hair sticking to her cheeks, her chest heaving up and down. Her breaths came heavy and fast, her pale eyes glossed over. For an instant, she seemed to have forgotten where she was - at least, until Sasuke began to move inside of her once more, and a piercing groan tore from her throat.
With slow, measured, powerful thrusts, he began to fuck her. She couldn’t even speak. Her fingernails drew long trails of red down his muscled back. All she could do was gasp out random words - “Harder… faster… big… Sasuke-kun… cock…” at regular intervals.
He gripped her chin tightly, raising her head, forcing her to stare into his eyes - black and violet clashing with pale orbs as he continued to thrust into her. Her moans fanned out across his face, and yet, he didn’t break their eye contact, not for anything.
She came. Again and again, Sasuke angling his thrusts to brush against her G-spot and cervix all at once with his gloriously massive cock. Hinata shivered and shook, her legs tightening around Sasuke’s waist as if she could force him deeper than he already was.
And then… he began to talk.
Sasuke chuckled freely. “Do you think Naruto knows what you’re up to right now, Hinata?” he said, not halting in his thrusts for even a moment. “Do you think he knows that you’re at home, screaming out another man’s name in yours and his marital bed?”
He smirked cruelly.
“What a pathetic little weasel,” Sasuke hissed. “He couldn’t please you even if he tried with all of his heart. No… he can’t please you. Not like I can, Hinata, isn’t that right?”
Hinata whimpered. “You- you’re so big, Sasuke-kun…” she whispered, desperately bucking her hips back against him in an attempt to intensify her own pleasure even further. How had she lived without him? How had she survived for a month - let alone twenty years of being stuck with her husband?
“And then… there’s you.” Sasuke said darkly.
Hinata’s eyes widened ever so slightly.
“I didn’t know that the Hyuga princess, their former heiress, would become such a dirty little slut.” he said scathingly, his smirk widening. “Every time Naruto and I are in the same room - you scurry to me, like a moth to a flame. If I told you to drop to your knees and suck, you would.”
The look of shock on her face was priceless, even as he began to pound her, to force her into orgasm after orgasm. Despite that, she could still hear every word - Sasuke so close that she could feel his hot breath fanning out against her ear.
“Always so happy to be around me, aren’t you, Hinata?” Sasuke said. “You pretend, you try to deny it - but your body, your actions can’t lie like those sweet little lips of yours do. You drink my loads with a grin on your face. So eager to claw at my back as I cum inside of you, screaming out my name for your husband to hear.”
“N-no…”
Her mind, as always, betrayed her - the same as her body did when faced with the might of Uchiha Sasuke. Her actions spoke louder than her words, after all. What had she done, the first time she had seen him in a month? She threw herself at him, her body and all, so desperate for his cock that she hadn’t even thought twice about it.
Right there, right then… if he had told her to drop to her knees, and then told her to choke herself half to death on his mighty cock… would she have done it?
And deep within her heart, Hinata knew that it was true. She would have done it. And just as Sasuke had said, she’d have done it with a grin on her face, swallowing his load down as if it was a fine ale.
Her face turned a distinct hue of red.
Somehow… Sasuke managed to make things even more one sided than they already were.
He was still thrusting into her, and yet, she wasn’t cumming. With frightening ease, he was directing his thrusts, purposely avoiding all of her sweet spots and merely settling for sending her head spinning with pleasure.
“By this point - it’s not even a contest.” Sasuke said. “I own this fucking body of yours, Hinata.” he murmured, grabbing a handful of her tits and squeezing, as if to prove that he could. “I’ve covered your face and your tits in my cum, and you smiled while I was doing it. I turned your asshole into my own personal little fuck hole - a place where only I’ve been. And your pussy… you probably can’t even feel Naruto anymore when he enters you, can you? I’ve came inside of you more times then I can count. I’ve caked your womb with my seed. Even now, it’s begging for a nice hot load to sate it.”
She whimpered.
“Tell me. Don’t even fucking think of lying, Hinata. Who the fuck owns this tight little pussy of yours?” He was still staring into her eyes - his thrusts grinding to a halt, Sasuke content to merely sit there, sheathed inside of her. “Who owns it?”
She whimpered once more, almost as a last little bit of resistance. Desperately, she tried to wiggle her hips, to get him moving, to get that sweet cock moving inside of her again, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Who the fuck owns it, Hinata?” Sasuke demanded, gripping her chin forcefully, pressing their foreheads together so that their lips were mere millimeters away from each other. “Tell me.”
“Y-you do…” Hinata whispered, at long last.
It was true, after all.
Thirty days alone, without him… had been like torture. She’d suffered hot flashes, moments when she didn’t know where she was, her pussy burning and aching, her womb crying out for his seed. Nothing worked. She’d fingered herself relentless - even borrowed a toy from Sakura - and nothing worked.
But here he was.
All it had taken was a look, a few words spoken, and she’d thrown herself at him.
In a matter of minutes, he’d had her begging for his cock.
And even now, as he was belittling her and her husband, she couldn’t deny the way his words aroused her. The way he talked down to her, as if she were a… a slave of some sort. Not to him… but to his cock, more like.
And yet, Hinata knew that no matter how badly he could treat her, she couldn’t deny the power he held over her. He could… he could hit her to the ground, force her against the wall and fuck her without asking for permission, and before long, she’d be bucking her hips back against him, screaming his name out and orgasming with a blissful look on her face.
She was a slut.
A whore.
His whore.
And what better place was there for a slut?
On her back. Her legs, and arms wrapped around her man’s waist and back. Her pussy, thoroughly filled by his majestic cock. Her fingernails desperately clawing at his back as he filled her again and again, as he sent her to heights she’d never even imagined and managed to surpass even those with brutal ease.
“My name.” Sasuke said, his voice low.
“U-Uchiha S-Sasuke owns m-my pussy…”
“Good girl.” Sasuke said.
Finally, he began to move again. He picked up the pace - forcing his mighty cock into her again and again, Hinata convulsing against him as she began her orgasm train anew. Her moans sprang free like birds into the sky, Hinata unable to control herself, unable to stop to think for even a second about what had just happened.
With ease, he battered past her cervix.
And as a result, when he came, he ended up releasing his load directly into her womb.
She jolted. Her eyes growing glazed - her body going numb, as she felt him inject his liquid hot cum inside of her. So thick, so plentiful, shot after shot of his delicious jizz spraying into her warm and fertile womb, filling it to the brim with his seed. “S-Sasuke-kun…!” she moaned, her back arching, Sasuke forcing his lips to hers once more and claiming her mouth once more, Sasuke continuing to thrust inside of her to ensure that every ounce of his jizz was deposited into her.
He pulled out, his cum following his absence in a small spray, splattering the inside of her thighs. Her legs and arms went limp, Hinata falling back onto the bed. Her vision was blurry - all she could see was him, looming above her, a self satisfied and smug smirk plastered on his beautiful face.
With brutal ease, he pulled her off of the bed - Hinata falling onto the floor at the foot of the bed in a tangle of limbs. She looked up at him, almost pitifully - although her pale eyes were filled with nothing but love, and adoration.
Sasuke smirked cruelly. “Trust me - we’re not done for today.” he said, his erection still standing proud, slathering in Hinata’s juices and the remnants of Sakura’s and Himawari’s as well. “But I’m fucking hungry. Go to the kitchen, and make me something to eat… and if you’re lucky, I’ll fuck your ass too.”
Slowly, she scrambled to her feet, her head bowed, her indigo hair hanging loosely. “Y-yes, Sasuke-kun…” Hinata said meekly. She got the distinct impression that he wasn’t actually hungry at all - that he just wanted to exercise his power over her. But… but she had to obey? She couldn’t handle another hiatus, she couldn’t, she couldn’t. Slowly, she began to walk out of the room, her feet dragging along the carpet.
Sasuke stopped her, a hand on her wrist, his grip tight enough to hurt. “What?” he said, his voice demanding.
She whimpered. Her lip wobbled pathetically for a moment, as if the last vestiges of her pride and dignity were desperately trying to fight the turning tide.
And then-
“Y-y-yes… Sasuke-sama.” Hinata said at last.
“There we go.” Sasuke said.
And she walked.
Her body naked, her tits marred with red hand imprints, her neck covered in hickeys. She dragged her foot as if she had a limp. Through the house that she’d bought at the age of twenty with Naruto she walked - leaving a trail of cum behind her, the cum of another man that had claimed her body more thoroughly than anyone else could ever hope to achieve.
Obediently, Hinata did make him something to eat.
And just as he’d promised, Sasuke did fuck her ass - bending her over the chair Naruto typically lounged in after work, and shoving his massive cock into her puckered hole.
Her moans and screams ran freely throughout the house, with no one else present to hear them.
It was a pity that Naruto wasn’t in the house to hear it.
“But,” Sasuke murmured to himself, Hinata sprawled out before him, her head pressed into the chair as he continued to pound her. “It won’t be that much longer…”
“SASUKE-SAMA! SASUKE-SAMA! SASUKE-SAMA!”
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