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The Shared Bed
By : c0p13r
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female
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            He was quick to sleep. Despite it being a rare visit from her – she hardly got to spend time with him – Himawari was left disappointed that her dad passed out when she had gone to replenish his ramen cups. Ichiraku had started to put their fabled ramen in a cup to suit the demand of their best customer’s needs. He couldn’t stray from the Hokage’s responsibilities every time his stomach growled, after all! So they packaged it and provided for him always.
            But just as he couldn’t leave for his appetite, he also couldn’t leave for rest. It irked him whenever Shikamaru advised him that this job was too demanding and couldn’t be slacked off. “I don’t need to hear that coming from you, alright?” Naruto would gripe, much to Shikamaru’s displeasure.
            But now, it was too much. He had a warm and fully belly, his eyes had been reading documents all day, and what should have been a simple resting of the eyes had turned into a full-blown snoozing. He hung back in his seat, arms dead at his sides, and his mouth snoring loudly.
            Hinawarmi frowned. Her dad was too lazy. At least, from her selfish point of view, he was too lazy. He got to be all day at this fun mansion, leaving Mom to clean up the whole house alone, and now he was sleeping when he should be tending to his daughter. She puffed out her cheeks and stuck out her bottom lip. It worked on him well enough at home to bend him to her will. But it wasn’t going to wake him up.
            And here, she had brought in a snack for him, scavenged by her personally in the Hokage’s pantry. All the usual workers always let her do as she pleased, and even seeing the plate of cookies and pickles… They let it slide, finding her too adorable to say no to.
            Now in the office, what did she find but a dozing daddy? She sat down the plate in a huff, rounded the desk, and frowned up at him. No matter her displeasure, the rest was too peaceful and necessary to wake up from. Hinawarmi looked him over from top to bottom. If she ‘locked on’, he’d wake up. He may double over in pain, but he would wake up.
            “Hinawarmi,” she heard her mother’s voice in her recollection, and she focused on it. “Your father is very busy at work. Keep him relaxed, please. I have to go talk… with your brother.” Hinata had taken her aside after it was agreed that Himawari would stay with her father, not underselling the importance of Naruto’s job.
            But how can I make him relaxed when he’s sleeping? Hinawarmi pondered this for a moment. At home, Dad was always rushing about, eating quick, hurrying to the Hokage building, scolding her brother. He never took it easy unless he was sleeping. Hinata always tried to keep him rested, but she always seemed stuck in the same routines regardless of whether or not Naruto was home.
            So Himawari decided to think about how other girls handled boys. Sarada was snooty and always seemed to annoy Boruto, but there was one girl and one instance Himawari could take from, and that was when she was out, following Mother and Brother on a training skirmish. It wasn’t anything serious; just a passing of the Hyuga taijutsu to her newly appointed ninja son. He needed the swiftness of the Hyuga; it’d be a great advantage to him. But that was all beside the point. While they were engrossed in their exercise, the training grounds were also occupied by another group; them being the offspring of Ino-Shika-Cho.
            “Mom and Dad are gonna show up soon.” “We have to finish.” “You’re the ones who are taking too long. My technique is flawless.”
            Himawari followed the three voices into the bushes. They were not very well hidden, in plain sight just on the other side of a slight thicket. No way was Chocho going to delve deep in the brush just to get down on her knees! But they were secluded enough that Himawari could tell that they did not want to be caught; so she found her vantage point, held still, and watched. Watched as Shikadai and Inojin, having unfastened their trousers and pulled them down, stood around Chocho, who stuck their little penises – Himawari had seen Boruto’s when they used to bathe together when they were younger, and Hinata had explained the differences of boys and girls back then – into her mouth. Though they wore anxious expressions, and though they were being put in a mouth, both boys seemed to enjoy it. And Chocho didn’t bite but seemed to suck on them like popsicles, running her mouth back and forth wetly. She was on Inojin’s when he suddenly pushed into the tree on his back, declared he had arrived – “I’m cumming!” – and held onto Chocho’s head. She stilled, but even in that heated atmosphere, even at her distance, Himawari could hear the ebon girl starting to swallow. Had she chomped off the penis and ate it?!
            No. It came out whole, but losing its upward arch. And aside from the drool from Chocho’s mouth, it seemed to be leaking something white from the tip. “Mm!” Chocho looked repugnant, like she’d sucked a sour lemon. She downed the last of the contents in her mouth, and groaned in disgust with her tongue hanging out. “Bitter as always. You should add more candy to your diet.” She smacked her lips. “Or pineapple.”
            Inojin was in the midst of a panting apology when Shikadai shoved forward to her face. His hand had been rubbing his penis, and now he was pointing the tip directly at her face. “Hey! Remember the rules! Not on the face when…!” Too late. White stuff began to shoots out of him, gushing on her fat cheeks, streaking her hair, gluing an eye shut. She grunted in defeat, tilted her head back, and opened her mouth to catch whatever might fall in. When he was apparently finished or drained or empty – Himawari couldn’t figure out what it was – he stepped back panting, and like Inojin’s, his penis was going all floppy and small(er) again. Chocho sampled his batter, shrugged a shoulder, and said it wasn’t too bad. “Still need sweeter diets,” she reprimanded them both. And while she got up saying “Now you guys gotta figure out how to clean me up before Mom and Dad see me”, Himawari snuck back away with curious knowledge of what boys might like.
            What dads might like? Papa was a boy once. But he wasn’t so small at Shikadai and Inojin. She contemplated the spot in his pants that held the penis. Lock-on, perhaps? No, he and Boruto were KO-ed when that area was brutalized.
            She decided to hover in close. Could she discern it? Maybe… but it may just have been the inseam of his trousers. And her interest had become undeterred curiosity. If he was awake – and she checked to see if he was – she’d ask to see it. Nothing like a father/daughter bonding on what makes the differences between them and to abate the questions she had about Chocho’s rendezvous with her teammates.
            Naruto was still snoring, so Himawari felt inclined to act of her own accord. Undressing another was new, but she wasn’t incompetent. “Alright, here I go~” She messed with his button, got it undone, moved to the zipper and pulled it down. Papa liked toads; his underwear was always printed with them. She had such an innocence that she didn’t pause in reflection; she just tried to get to her objective. First, she tried pulling down the elastic band of his drawers, but that didn’t work. It did, however, give her a glimpse of the yellow hair nesting at his groin, and that interested her. She pulled the band down low and saw just the stem of his penis, but her fascination with the hair there was more apparent. Curious, her small hand fluffed his pubes, finding them to be more coarse than the hair of his head. Huh… Hardly the issue, but she had recalled seeing her mom’s small bush when they bathed together. Hers was dark hair, though.
            After a bit of pubic petting, Hinawari returned to the task of unleashing her father’s phallus. The elasticity of his boxers wasn’t reliable, not going down much further than she had already pulled it to see his pubic hair. Frustrated and pouting, she shifted at the cloth with her finger, probing to at least discern the whereabout of the thing she sought. “Hm?” She disovered it immediately; a length of squishiness against his thigh. She poked again, and the rod shifted. And more than that, his underwear shifted and revealed the slot in the front. As if it was some mystical discovery, Himawari jubilated, opened the slit, and looked in. Yep, there it was; the penis. And it was… long.
            She couldn’t even see the tip of it, but the vantage was extremely finite. But the hole was large enough to plunge her tiny hand in and grab him like grabbing an eel in a basket. So boys’ penises felt like this. Long… and limp. She pulled it out, and it really did look like an eel; one that hung dead in her hand with a bulbous head under a thin membrane, with just a slit that she imagined was where pee came out. The only explanation, but it still intrigued her young mind. With one hand propping it up, she poked at the tip with her other hand and tried to pry the hole open; it barely could, and Naruto grumbled when she tried harder.
            “It’s bigger,” she said in comparison to the small points that came from Inojin’s and Shikadai’s pants. She moved it a little, and the head swung. “And floppy.” And it had a sort of scent that she could detect; not sweet but musky, not overpowering but distinctive. “Shikadai’s and Inojin’s; theirs stuck up straight. Is it because Papa is old?”
            She traced the length of him in her hand. As small as she was, it did seem much larger; not to say Naruto couldn’t brag at the bathhouse. And as she rubbed him and became familiar with the texture, the muscle began to strengthen. The mind slept, but the body remained aware. And it had been woefully too long since he was stimulated. Her minute touches roused his cock quickly, the drooping organ stiffening and bulging and lengthening to an inflated seven inches.
            “What?!” Himawari was amazed and surprised by this transformation. Normally, such changes to her father involved orange chakra and features of a fox! This seemed more like something from the Akimichi clan!
            Now it was more what she imagined it to be! Tall and strong, just like Papa! She could almost giggle to see him rise to the occasion like she knew he could. “It’s even bigger, Papa!” She held it to her face, ogling the stretched skin, the flaring head pushing past the receding membrane. But she couldn’t forget what she had secretly learned from Chocho either. Fortifying herself with a proud “Hmph!”, she turned his erection down to a better angle. She burrowed under his desk for her benefit. “I’m doing it for Papa,” she said smugly to herself, and opened wide, scooping his cock into her mouth and getting her first taste of cock. It made her wince a little at first, but she remembered Chocho remarking on the flavor. Papa eats ramen; not enough sweets… She closed her lips around him… and then opened them again. And then closed. “Puff-puff-puff!” She was nursing on him like he was a popsicle, smacking her lips and never going further than the head.
            And the loud noise and the vibrating stimulation – Himawari was as gifted as her mother – were enough to break a restful dream. With a bubble breaking snort, Naruto’s eyes opened to the ceiling. His body was stiff from the awkward snoozing; neck incredibly cramped. But more than that, he felt his erection, felt it was free, and felt that someone was playing with it. “Hinata?” he drawled, and then chortled, rubbing the heel of his palm into his tired right eye. If he was honest, he had hoped that Hinata would have sent the kids away earlier. Seeing her, milf that she was, had instantly made him want to rut her in the office. Normally, she’d be too timid and would coax him to take her home to bed. Guess she pitied him after he dozed off.
            Turning down to watch his wife work, he warned, “Shikamaru will be back soon. So we have to be quick, alright?” He looked down. The head – or the hair – was his wife’s… That was all. Instantly, his blood went cold and his cock took a dip in arousal. “Himawari?!”
            She still had the head of his dick in her lips when she looked up at him. Damn, those eyes! The stability lost was instantly regained. She mumbled something; the vibrations of her speech felt incredible on his cockhead, but he had to guess she was saying something to the manner of his name and his waking up.
            He had to throw her off of him, but in the tenderest way possible! And then after that, he had to figure how to explain that what she was doing was terrible! And after that, he had to figure out how to convince her to forget this and never, ever, ever mention it to anyone, especially Hinata!... Especially Boruto, who hated him already!
            He was almost halfway to the first step when the door opened and Shikamaru walked in. “Here are some more forms from the Tsuchikage. Jeez, she never eases up on our trade.” Thank the Sage of Six Paths, Shikamaru entered with his eyes closed, waving the documents and scrolls. He didn’t noticed Naruto’s abrupt panic and the way he shoved in close to the desk as if to trap a secret.
            Himawari was stuck under there with her dad’s hand on her head. Was he trying to encourage or stop her? She had recognized the fear in his eyes at first. Now she couldn’t tell. She decided to go with it. If he wanted her to stop, he could make her with a command; not stuffing her under the desk while talking with old man Shikamaru.
            “O-oh, is that right?” stammered Naruto uneasily, weak at making small talk.
            Shikamaru lingered, organizing the documents as he laid them out. Of all times for him to be thorough and not complain… “She wants to raise tariffs from the Wave Country for using Stone ships. But being that she’s in the mountains…”
            “Right,” Naruto stammered again, unable to keep up as the tight hole of his daughter’s mouth descended on him. Stop, Himawari… He pulled slightly at her hair, but couldn’t bring himself to harm her. But it was unbearable. His cock was already twitching violently. Even his young daughter’s lack of finesse was working wonders on him. He should have taken more break from work, from this tedious job! Not for Boruto’s sake, but to slake the urges of a man! If he’d dumped his load on or in Hinata more often, maybe he’d have the willpower to resist the urgent pull of Himawari’s mouth. He already knew she was tasting his precum by now.
            He even felt – and heard – her swallow. Shikamaru was droning on, luckily not observing the room’s layout for anything out of the ordinary. He just juxtaposed the Countries’ opinions and regulations against one another, just keeping Naruto up to date, all unaware of little Himawari coddling Naruto’s erection in her small hands as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his tip.
            She didn’t really employ her tongue. That was good. Naruto might have called out in pleasure if she dipped it at his tip’s slot like Hinata would. But the firm coil of her lips running over his tip again and again; it felt like he was burning with pleasure.
            “Okay, Shikamaru, okay,” Naruto suddenly said, waving a hand nonchalantly over the papers, expressing a loss of patience. Shikamaru reared up, an eyebrow arching. Normally, Naruto would listen intently, nod with affirming grunts, and not interrupt until the very end, when he would say “Can you explain it simply?” But this dismissive response made it seem like Naruto was willing to go through each page and scroll and figure it out for himself. He’d matured, but there was little cure of a short attention span. The boring work was supposed to be for Shikamaru. But Naruto said, “I’ll handle it. You can go.”
            “You sure? I read it all and can explain it to you…”
            Slam!!
            Shikamaru flinched when Naruto slapped a hand down across the desk. The Hokage suddenly seemed like a mess; sweating, sliding his other hand through his hair, his face pulling in a fearful grimace. It might have worried Shikamaru… if Naruto hadn’t drunk bad milk several times before since becoming Hokage. What a troublesome habit… Shikamaru didn’t address the issue – for both of their comfort – and gave a weary sigh. “Fine. Then I’m heading home for the day. It took me a few hours to go through all of it, so for you…” He didn’t say, just turned with a private smirk. “Temari has been asking me to train Shikadai, so I’ll go do that today.” He lifted a hand in parting and said, “See ya tomorrow.”
            “Yeah…”
            It seemed like eternity, Shikamaru dragging his feet out of the office and leaving them in closed seclusion, but when he let a few safe moments pass, Naruto threw himself back in his chair, grasped his daughter’s head, and groaned loudly, “Himawari~!!”
            He had not yelled at her like this before. Himawari’s big blues burst open, looking woefully at her father. He had backed out some, giving her some space to breathe and also himself some space to stare down at her. He looked flustered, but determined to watch her. What was it? The penis in her lips was thumping harder than before. Was it trying to get out? She might have let it if Naruto’s hands hadn’t suddenly fastened on the sides of her head and drew her onto his shaft. He hardly got any further than he was when she protested, sputtering and giving wide openmouthed gags when he jabbed at her uvula.
            With her eyes watering, she looked up at him. “Bl-a-bla!” The sensation undid him. Maybe he couldn’t stuff himself down her throat, but her small mouth was good enough to eject into. His swollen balls unleashed her reward, rushing up the tube of his shaft, the engorging twitch noticeable to her, and then the harsh, bitter flavor on her tongue…
            Eww!!
            Himawari recoiled, but was forced to stay on. Best as she could, she sputtered and spilled her dad’s flowing cum onto her clothes and the floor until he forced more of himself into her. No room to spit him out; the salty slime filled her mouth, swelling her cheeks until she’d no choice but to consume him. Even going down was bitter, sticky hot patches all the way down her esophagus!
            Naruto was lost of sense. All that mattered to him was getting it all out and down his Himawari’s throat. He surged up from his seat, thrusting to her small mouth. There was some drool; he wished he could feed it to her as he would his wife.
            But when the outpour subsided and he could recline in his seat, he was taken by that horrible feeling of guilt and shame. He backed away from the desk and his daughter fell forward on her hands, coughing and hacking and spitting up whatever he hadn’t put in her belly. Naruto halfway tried to console her, but stopped himself. How could he say he was sorry for… this?
            And then Himawari’s eyes shot up at him; a fierce frown. The cuteness of hers could change deadly in a flash. Certainly not a trait from her mom. Probably her grandma? “That was gross,” she told him angrily. “But Chocho drinks it anyway.”
            “Ch-Chocho?” Naruto stammered.
            Himawari nodded, and then crawled out from her hiding space, standing up and frowning at the gooey stains clutching to her clothes. “I watched her do it to relax Inojin and Shikadai. I wanted to help you sleep.” She was suddenly innocent again, turning to her dad with big, doleful eyes. “Did you… like it?” Her like of it wasn’t as important as his own…
            Naruto hesitated, and then a strained smile took his face. “Y-yeah, I did,” he admitted. “But… you know you shouldn’t tell anyone…”
            “Good!” Himawari cheered, both hands raised as fists over her head. “Mission complete!”
            “Mission?” Naruto muttered.
            “Mom gave me a mission to take care of you while she went to talk to Boruto.” Himawari nodded with a smile, but then looked down at herself. Naruto looked too. “Huh?” She hiked up her poofy skirt to display underneath. She was wet, but didn’t understand that. “But… I didn’t…”
            She didn’t know that she hadn’t wet herself, but Naruto knew the cause. The Uzumaki were a very passionate clan – or so his mom had explained to him. She had told him on their soul meeting that she would have loved to have been bred by him. “So if you have the urge for any woman,” she explained to him, “it’s perfectly natural for an Uzumaki, alright?” And with Himawari standing in front of him, apparently having awoken her Uzumaki genes just as she had her Hyuga, Naruto briefly reminisced that the idea had crossed his mind before. If Sarada or Chocho or any girl from the Academy had ever propositioned him, he’d rut them to their limits. Sarada, especially. He’d even be at the birthing ceremony side by side with Sasuke, just to really rub his nose in it.
            Himawari was certainly younger than that, but… When she looked to him for explanation, Naruto swept her up in his arms and gave her a deep kiss so that his tongue could taste himself in her mouth. She jabbered against him, baffled that he’d kiss her so intimately; she’d only see him kiss Mom like this when they thought they were alone, unaware of a Byakugan spying on them. But this kiss, she considered as her eyelids drooped and her whiskered cheeks flared, felt good.
            Naruto pulled away so she would not be wanting of breath; she was still panting and quivering, though. He smiled at her with her spit on his lips. “I’ll help you with it at home, alright?”
            “What?”
            The Kyubi cloak exploded around them, and with her carried in his arms, he transported them across Konoha to the Uzumaki residence, leaving gusts of wind blasting through his past and onlookers who only saw a streak of orange moving at blinding speeds. Naruto wasted no time ushing Himawari through the door and locking it behind them. Hinata knew how to stay out all day and might even go back to the Hokage mansion for Himawari. Their time was fearfully limited, but Naruto didn’t want to fuck his young daughter on the couch for her first time.
            She surprised him with her knowledge of oral sex, so should he assume that he’d be her first? It troubled him that the thought of his sweet, little girl being fucked by many anonymous partners made his dick throb all the harder. Something wrong with him indeed, but he’d hammer out those issues in a bit and deal with the consequences afterward.
            “Upstairs,” he instructed her, leading her by the hand. But they hadn’t taken a single step when they realized that the house was not empty. A woman’s squeal… Hinata! And it was not the sound of a woman in pain or panicked. Hinata didn’t scream unless…
            There was the hesitation of shock, Himawari looking up at him. A few seconds of that sterilizing shock… Then, unbidden, the chakra cloak returned, and Naruto bolted up the stairs with Himawari in tow. To Boruto’s room! Locked door or not…!
            BOOM!!
            The door nearly was blasted off its hinges. With daughter in hand, his cloak disappearing, Naruto bore witness to his wife. Hinata was naked. Beautiful and naked and beautifully naked on the bed, her huge tits given their proper homage. She didn’t move, and neither did he. His cock was still hard and out. And Hinata was there, her pussy successfully creampied by
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I wonder what’s gonna happen next. No, I don’t. (I wonder if I'll get... ugh... 'anonymouse' reviews after clicking 'Allow' for the thousandth time. I thought Dragons were supposed to be superior and not bellydragging)
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The Shared Bed	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 40611 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I don't own 'NARUTO' and make no money from this fic.

The Shared Bed