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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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Fourth chapter on it's way. But first, some review replies.
ANON - User - Hinata isn't fifteen anymore. She's a grown woman, she isn't going to go down without a fight. Her body submitted, but her mind did, and she lashed out anyway she could. Is that really so surprising?
ANON - Ynk - I'm glad you're enjoying it. Other girls will be introduced, although the number will be about 3-4.
Anonomus24 - Well, here's that update you asked me. I'm glad you're enjoying it!
Venoms160 - I was happy with how the ending turned out, aside from forced deadbeat Sasuke and Naruto. And... I write, what I enjoy writing, you know? I'm not going to write something that I just can't get into. And right now, unfortunately, I just can't get into Spotlight or Loveless. I hope I can update them in the future, but for now, it's most likely this story, Restoration, and maybe some others ones that get the attention.
ANON - Blargy - This is a remaster. Not a completely different story. I'm taking it in a slightly different direction, but the endgame will (mostly) be about the same.
Review replies out of the way, so let's get started. Enjoy the chapter, and don't forget to leave a review of your own/another review!
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Hot, steaming water cascaded down on her naked body.
She scrubbed, and scrubbed… everywhere. Her breasts, her shoulders, her stomach, her thighs… not a single spot on her body was left untouched by the soapy rag. In the end, her skin was red and scratchy - she felt almost like a defeathered chicken, plucked and ready for the oven.
What… what was wrong with her? Why had she taunted him like that - why had she struck him at his very core, at the family that he cherished so much? It had been foolish of her. And honestly, she should have expected his retaliation - him holding her down, shoving that monster cock into her, bloating her stomach with his hot and bubbly seed…
A shiver ran down her spine.
She felt almost corrupted. There was a place inside of her that Sasuke had claimed - his enormous member able to punch straight to her womb. Her insides had been stained with his cum. Parts of her that Naruto could never hope to reach had been stretched and pounded mercilessly. And even now… she could feel that itch of emptiness inside of her, the feeling making her feel distinctly horrified.
Hinata ran her hands through her soaking wet indigo hair, untangling it, allowing it to fall down her back in a mess that she would most certainly have to comb afterwards.
She shivered, as the itch seemingly intensified.
Hinata closed her eyes, and willed blue eyes and blonde hair, tanned skin and whiskers to appear in her mind’s eye.
“Naruto…” she whispered, with a shudder in her voice.
What use was there in lying to herself? Naruto… Naruto was amazing, in so many ways. He was funny, cute, charismatic, charming… and yet, in the bedroom, he could never, ever hope to compare to Sasuke. There was just no way around it.
Sasuke could punch his cock all the way into her womb with a single thrust, while Naruto could only just barely reach her G-spot. Sasuke could quite literally bloat her body with the amount of cum his member produced, filling her womb up to the brim, while Naruto could scarcely hope to strain a few drops from his own cock.
It terrified her to admit that. For so long, Naruto had been the undisputed number one in her life - claiming her heart with ease for so many years, even back when her feelings had been unrequited.
But now… now, he was number two. Maybe even less. The gap between them was so extensive, so far, that Hinata felt as if even a dozen of her husbands could hardly hope to compare to the passion and power Sasuke packed into every thrust of his massive cock into her hot and wet cunt.
Hinata took a deep breath. She had to clear her mind… perhaps some cooking, or some cleaning would be a good idea. With an ear piercing squeak, she turned the water off - the shower head dropping off from a constant assault of water to a few drips, before stopping altogether.
She slipped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off of the rack. Swiftly, Hinata dried herself off, patting down her body as well as she could, running a comb through her hair, brushing it out of her eyes.
Finally. She was clean. His scent, the feeling of him in and on her… it was gone.
And as if on cue, a rather large glob of cum splurted out of her pussy, dripping down her thigh, mixing with the water that had been left there. Apparently, despite her vicious scrubbing, it hadn’t been enough to get rid of everything.
A sort of strangled cry escaped her throat, like a kitten having its tail stepped on. Her legs wobbled dangerously, and Hinata would have fallen if she hadn’t caught herself on the towel rack.
He was everywhere… he was everywhere… he was everywhe-
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While Hinata was on the other side of town, having a near mental breakdown - Sasuke was resting comfortably in his kitchen. The smell of near burnt bacon and eggs filled the kitchen, the clanging of pots and pans echoing throughout the house.
“Sakura,” Sasuke said lightly. “Why the hell didn’t you let me cook?”
She shot him an angry glare. “It’s not my fault that these stupid appliances don’t do what I tell them to do!” Sakura said, throwing her hands up in frustration. “This is stupid!” She stomped her foot on the ground… and the entire house shook with a shudder.
Sasuke smirked. He opened his mouth to say something in response - before a knock on the front door stopped him.
A sigh spilled from his lips. “I’ve got it,” he told Sakura, standing up from his chair. He strode out of the kitchen, stepping up to the door and pulling it open.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, and whiskered cheeks stared at him.
“What do you need, Boruto?” Sasuke said, mismatched eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
Boruto’s eyes widened. It was… strange, seeing his father’s old rival dressed so casually - clad in a simple pair of slacks, and a thin blue t-shirt. The blonde swallowed a nervous lump in his throat.
“Umm… Sasuke-sensei,” Boruto began. “There’s… there’s something I want to ask you.” He was eighteen years old, and yet he still felt so small before his teacher, who was still many times more powerful than he was.
Sasuke looked at him for a moment. “Alright.” he said, stepping to the side. “Come inside, make yourself at home.”
Boruto cautiously took a step inside, glancing around for a brief moment, before zeroing in on the couch. He quickly sat down on the sofa - Sasuke sitting himself down on a nearby chair.
“What do you need?” Sasuke repeated.
“I’m worried.” Boruto began. “About Himawari,” he clarified.
“Is… is there a particular reason that you’re worried about her?” Sasuke asked.
“She’s been… sneaking off lately.” Boruto murmured. “She’ll just disappear for a couple of hours, and come back looking all tired and sweaty and gross. And then… I saw her. Like, twenty minutes ago… going into the woods with… with…” Another nervous swallow. “... with a boy.”
“Why didn’t you tell Naruto about this?”
“Tou-chan’s busy.” Boruto said. “And kaa-chan’s going to either flip out, or shut down if she finds out that Hima’s been sneaking off with a boy. So… I-I came to you. Umm… before you ask… I… I didn’t get a good look at him.”
“What exactly do you want me to do?” Sasuke murmured, a hand on his knee.
“You should talk to her, sensei.” Boruto said. “Himawari’s always liked you - and… and I don’t want her to do anything she’d regret, y’know? I mean… it’s just, she probably doesn’t know what she’s getting into. Do… do you know what I mean, Sasuke-sensei?”
“I have a general idea.” Sasuke grumbled. He sighed, rubbing his temple gently. “Where did you see her and this… boy sneaking off to?” he asked.
“Umm… it looked like they were going to one of the training grounds.” Boruto said. A pause. “I think… the sixth training ground.” Another pause, longer this time. “I know I… I came to you for help and all, Sasuke-sensei.” he said, slowly, carefully. “But what are you going to do? If you don’t mind me asking.”
Sasuke glanced at him. “I’m going to take care of it,” he said simply.
Around half an hour later, Sasuke found himself trekking through the woods - ducking beneath tree branches, and weaving in and out of the various trees that dotted the forest floor.
There was the sound of grunting, of skin meeting skin. Sasuke frowned, as he approached the forest clearing that marked the sixth training grounds - distant figures visible in the middle of the field.
He stopped, leaning against a tree.
Hmm. The blonde one was… Inojin. Yamanaka Ino and Sai’s son, if he wasn’t mistaken.
And no, they weren’t having sex, making love, whatever you wanted to call it. Rather, they were training - the two engaged in a rather heated taijutsu spar, fists and legs flying freely. He winced, as Inojin caught a particularly heavy gentle fist to the chest, forcing a spurt of blood from his lips.
Sasuke disappeared in a flicker, before reappearing in between the two. In an instant, he caught both of their outstretched hands - a blank look on his face as he assessed the two shocked teenagers.
“Inojin.” Sasuke said, glancing at the blonde. “Get out of here.” He let go of his fist, the blonde staggering back slightly - eyes widening in fear, and obvious intimidation.
He didn’t need to be told twice. As fast as he could manage, he sprinted off into the trees, quickly disappearing into the foliage.
“Uncle… Uncle Sasuke?” Himawari murmured. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” he said, looking down at her. He was at least two heads taller than her - a virtual giant compared to her small, thin frame. “Boruto sent me… he was worried.”
“Worried?” Himawari asked, her head tilted to the side in abject curiosity. “Why would he be worried?”
“Because, when teenage girls disappear in the woods with teenage boys, most people would expect them to be doing something other than training.” Sasuke said.
She worked through what he said for a moment, her face scrunching up.
And then, she turned red, fire truck red, as the implications of what he had said coursed through her.
“N-no…!” Himawari stuttered. “I… Inojin and I are just friends! We were… we were just training!”
Sasuke felt a faint smirk curl his lips. “Hmm. That’s not what Boruto thought, apparently.”
“Besides… it’s not like I would even do something like… like that…” she whispered, murmuring to herself almost as if he wasn’t there.
Sasuke frowned. ‘Oh no…’ he thought, taking a step back.
“I’d better-” he began.
“I mean…” Himawari said, talking over him. “I’ve never even kissed a boy before…”
That one actually surprised him. Himawari was… for lack of a better word, pretty. She had taken after her mother, growing all the right curves in all of the right places. He wasn’t going to deny her attractiveness, although he felt kind of pervy checking out an eighteen year old.
His ears turned a faint pink.
“Himawari, this really isn’t the conversation I want to be having with you.” Sasuke said, deciding to be blunt.
She merely stared at him, her blue eyes wide. “It’s… it’s weird, isn’t it?” she continued, as if they were having a perfectly normal chat. “I mean… no boy has even, like, asked me out on a date. Or to hold my hand. To do anything. I guess… I guess tou-chan kind of scares them off. What do you think?”
“I suppose that could be the reason…” Sasuke murmured.
Himawari took a step forward, drawing uncomfortably close to him. “I… can I tell you something, Uncle Sasuke?” she whispered.
He wasn’t going to like this, he just knew it. “Err… sure…” Sasuke said, rather awkwardly.
“I… I want to feel the touch of a man,” she murmured, voice low and husky. “I want… I want to feel like a woman, Uncle Sasuke.”
Sasuke stared at her, his mouth agape. What the hell did she just say?
She leaned up, standing on her tiptoes - and pressed her lips to his, having easily caught the Uchiha off guard.
Himawari giggled lightly. “Wow, Uncle…” she murmured. “You taste like… tomatoes.” Her pale pink tongue darted out, to lick her plump lips. “And I really, really like tomatoes.”
Okay. Being borderline sexually assaulted by his pseudo-niece was not what he was expecting to happen when he came out here.
He took a step back. And then another. And then another.
“I… okay. You’re good. No… no boys to worry about.” He nodded dumbly. “I’ll… see you around.” And then he turned around, and walked back to town. He absolutely positively did not run from his demon of a niece, no he did not. And he would kill anyone who said otherwise.
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Needless to say, Sasuke decided not to disclose his… ‘encounter’ with Himawari to anyone.
She was just young, confused. Horny, even. A slight slip of judgement, something that anyone could do. That was how he reasoned what had happened in his mind, and that was what he was going to stick with.
For now, he had more pressing matters to worry about… namely, Hinata.
Okay, he could admit, he felt guilty. She had guilted him, told him what he had been denying for a long time - and he had just snapped. It had been a long time since his anger had gotten ahold of him like that. And the fact that he had came inside of her, bloating her belly with his cum… it could have been bad. Thankfully, Naruto had been right - Hinata was made of stronger stuff than those wenches back in Otogakure, and she had been able to withstand his assault. Sort of.
Sasuke remembered well the feeling of her walls rippling around him… he remembered punching through her cervix - driving his cock into her womb, filling it to the brim with his seed. And it frightened him how good it had felt, to blot her most inner place with his jizz, to show her just who the fuck Uchiha Sasuke was.
And he wanted to do it again. He loved his wife - but there was just something… intoxicating about Hinata. Sleeping with the same women for over a decade had its disadvantages, and now that Naruto had practically thrown this beautiful woman into his lap… he couldn’t help himself. But he had to. He had to. Tonight, he would control himself, tonight… he had to rein in his lust, his desire, and just… just… calm down.
This time, there was no words as he stepped inside of the Uzumaki household.
Hinata pointedly refused to look at him. Naruto, however, smiled brightly - clapping him on the shoulder.
Maybe he was mistaken. There were some words.
“Let’s do this,” Naruto said.
Sasuke and Hinata both nodded, and soon, they were trudging up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
Clothes came off, and soon the three adults were all nude - the two men swiftly growing hard at the sight of Hinata’s naked body.
“So… what’s on the menu for tonight?” Naruto asked, clapping his hands together.
“I think we can all agree that we got a little… carried away last time.” Sasuke murmured, not so subtly glancing at Hinata. “So let’s start simple. Lesson number two, blowjobs.”
He hopped onto the bed, pressing his back against the headboard. His erect member jutted upwards from his crotch, looking like some sort of majestic tower.
Cautiously, Hinata slid onto the bed.
“This one’s more for Hinata, then for you.” Sasuke told Naruto. “So for now, just sit back, and enjoy the show.”
“Will do…” Naruto mumbled.
She crawled forward. Much to her shame, Hinata felt herself wetten when she was face-to-face with his enormous member. The things it had done… kami, she still wasn’t sure whether all of his seed had leaked out of her. Her insides still felt rather sore, her cervix bruised and her womb aching. And yet… she wanted more.
But, she was scared. It was one thing to see it from a relative distance, or to feel it pressing against her… but to be so close to it was downright frightening. It’s musky scent invaded her nose, her pale eyes able to trace every vein, every muscle, every inch of skin that ran along the length of his cock.
“Now,” Sasuke began, the Uchiha attempting to keep his voice soft and soothing. “There’s a sort of… formula, to this sort of thing. Every man will prefer his blowjobs a different way, some like it fast and rough, some prefer it to be slow and passionate, others would like for it to be quick and yet soft at the same time.”
Hinata swallowed. There was still a clear feeling of awkwardness between the two of them. But, if he was willing to be civil… she supposed she could be as well. This was for Naruto after all in the end, it was merely a consequence of what the blonde wanted that afforded her the immense pleasure Sasuke could give her.
“So… h-how do you l-like them?” Hinata whispered, still staring at his member.
Sasuke grunted, feeling his cock jerk upwards against his belly at the not-so-innocent look that she shot it. “Well, where’s the fun in just telling you?” he said. “The dobe doesn’t know how he prefers his yet. So, just try and figure it out - I’ll tell you if what you’re doing is good or bad. Alright?”
“O-okay…” Hinata murmured.
Slowly, gently, cautiously, she reached a hand forward to wrap around the shaft of his enormous member. It was incredibly thick, to the point where her fingers could only wrap around about half of it. And it was… soft, too. Soft and hard, if that was possible. It was hard to describe, if she were to be honest.
It felt weird to be holding it like this. She… she could feel the blood pumping through it, her fingers running over engorged veins that showed just how aroused Sasuke really was. She kind of, wiggled it about a bit, to get a feel for it.
Sasuke chuckled. She looked like a little kid playing with her newest toy. Okay, he had said that he’d let her figure out what to do on her own, but she looked a little too lost, and he wasn’t interested in sitting around for the next two hours while Hinata found her way around his cock.
“Stroke it.” Sasuke said.
And she did. Slow and steady won the race, as she dragged her hand up and down his shaft.
“Now… taste it.” he said.
“Taste it?” she blurted out, her face flushing slightly.
Sasuke smirked. “Using your hands is important… but that sweet mouth of yours need to be put as work as well, Hinata.” he said. “Give it a lick, a taste test if you will. Don’t be scared, it’s just a cock.”
‘That’s easy for him to say,’ she grumbled inwardly.
She leaned forward, ass raising high in the air - her juices not so subtly dripping from her snatch and down onto the bedsheets below. And with a long lick, she lapped at the mushroom head of his member, inadvertently scooping up the precum that had accumulated there.
Her taste buds exploded with flavour.
You have to remember - her fetish was cum. Naruto’s seed was… pretty good - if a little watery - but if Sasuke’s precum was anything to go by… kami, she could feel her knees wobbling even now. Why the fuck did he have to be so damn perfect in bed? It just wasn’t fair…!
She never thought that something as simple as licking his member could get her so… hot. There was no use in trying to hide it, her arousal was evident to both of the men, from the way she wriggled her hips, to the little tat tats as drops of her juices fell onto the sheets.
“Now… take it into your mouth.”
Another hard swallow. And then, she did as he said, slowly and gently taking the mushroom head into her mouth - lips stretching lewdly around his girth.
Maybe… just maybe, she had been a little too excited, loathe as she was to admit it. “Hinata, you shouldn’t-” Sasuke spoke up, although his warning fell on deaf ears. She took him deeper and deeper, until…
… she gagged. She surfaced for air, and a combination of spittle and precum spewed forth from her lips. Hacking coughs rocked her body, Hinata doubling over.
Sasuke shook his head slowly. “Maybe I’m a little too much to handle for your first time,” he murmured. He glanced to his right. “Oi, dobe, come here.”
Naruto stood. “What’s up?” he asked.
“Get on the bed,” Sasuke said. “Hinata’s going to have to work her way up I think.”
The blonde’s eyes widened in realization. “I see what you mean.” he said, easing himself onto the mattress. “Alright, let’s do this.”
“Take care of Naruto,” Sasuke told Hinata. “Listen to what he says, and adjust your technique accordingly.”
Hinata glanced back and forth between the two erections, pursing her lips together. Slowly, she eased herself down, and gently took Naruto’s into her mouth. It was much, much easier to do it with Naruto - although it was difficult to deal with the… rather lacking taste of his precum.
“Oh… oh shit…” Naruto murmured, throwing his head back. Wow… her lips felt really, like really good. And the sight was one to behold, her indigo hair framing her cute face, her soft eyes staring into his, her ass high in the air - oh… oh fu-
Hinata recoiled slightly as his cum shot into her mouth, a few watery drops at best. She swallowed it, giving his shaft one last clean up with her tongue before slipping his now flaccid member from her mouth.
She gave a cute little cough, wiping away the mixture of spit and cum away on the sheets.
Sasuke smirked. “Alright then,” he said lightly, glancing at the panting blonde. “I suppose that was… some practice.” He took a deep breath, feeling his member twitch at the hungry look that Hinata shot it. “Stick to the first few inches,” Sasuke instructed quietly. “Use your hands for the rest. Give the balls a tease every now and then, and make sure you use your tongue.”
“O-okay.” Hinata whispered.
Once more she leaned forward, and gently took Sasuke’s immense girth into her hot and warm mouth. Her hands drifted south, both of them wrapping around as much of his shaft as they could manage, pumping it.
“Mmm… a little too rough there.” Sasuke chastised. She adjusted her grip accordingly. “There we go… oh yeah. Tongue, tongue, never forget the tongue, Hinata.”
She gave a hum of acknowledge, as she carefully worked his enormous member. Sure, she gagged once or twice, or maybe gripped him a little tightly every now and then - but she was a quick learner, and soon her blowjob was incredibly good for an amateur. Of course, she wasn’t as good as Sakura… but then again, the pinkette had years of experience on her.
Naruto watched his wife with a keen eye.
Up here, on the bed… it was different than when he was in his chair. It allowed the situation to truly soak in, so to speak.
When Hinata had gone down on him… it had been easy for her. She had deep throated him effortlessly, and he had cum in less than a minute from the warm caress of her mouth.
But with, Sasuke, this was different. Like night and day. She looked so puny compared to his enormous cock, her lips stretched lewdly around his girth. She looked as if she were trying to wrestle a baseball bat - and the eagerness, the lust in her eyes was so strong that it nearly took his breath away.
Naruto glanced at his own member, which rested against his stomach - flaccid and small. And then back at Sasuke’s, many times longer and thicker than his, and with a beautiful woman willingly choking herself on it.
Inexplicably, his erection rose more.
Sasuke could see that exhaustion was catching up to Hinata. One of her hands broke off every now and then to rub at her jaw - as if it were growing sore - and her movements grew sluggish, restrained. They would have to work on that. Although he wanted it to go on a bit longer, he supposed he could just go ahead and giving her a nice, creamy surprise.
He slipped a hand into her indigo locks, helping Hinata as she bobbed her head up and down. She looked at him… and grinned.
Maybe it was the depravity of the act. Here she was - her husband not a foot or two away - and she was grinning, her mouth full of cock, her cunt sopping with arousal. Whatever it was, it threw him over the edge, way over the edge. And with a groan, he came.
Rope after rope of hot, sticky, and gooey cum shot into her mouth. Unlike Naruto, it didn’t stop after a few drops - it just kept coming, and coming.
Her gulps were audible, Naruto watching as her throat moved, the sweet jizz Sasuke was packing into her going down the pipe, to rest in her belly.
She continued to stroke his member as Sasuke came, eagerly drinking down every last bit of his seed. Perhaps a minute later, and he was done - his still hardened cock slipping from her mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting it to her lips.
“Oh… kami…” Hinata whispered, a hand rubbing at her navel. “It’s so… warm.” Her eyes drooped slightly, almost sleepily.
“And that’s a wrap,” Sasuke said, easing himself off of the bed. “I’ll give you a lesson next time. Alright, Naruto?”
“Alright.” Naruto said.
Sasuke dressed, and then left, gently closing the door behind him.
Hinata pulled back slightly, as Naruto attempted to crawl on top of her.
“Not… not tonight, baby.” Hinata murmured. “I’m feeling kind of…” She yawned. “Kind of tired. Do you think you could just… just hold me? Please?” She looked at him, with those big pale eyes of her, looking like the sweet and innocent girl that he’d married - minus the thin stream of cum that leaked from the corner of her lips. And, not to mention the fact that her belly was packed with the seed of another man.
“Sure.” Naruto said, a small smile on his face.
He pulled her into his arms, and then gently covered the both of them with the covers. And slowly, they drifted off to sleep throughout the night.
Well, at least Naruto did at least. At least an hour later, he shifted in his slumber - causing the cum inside of Hinata’s belly to start swishing around, and for her to shudder in a mini-orgasm. Thankfully, his rustlings stopped after that, and with her juices soaking through the sheets, she eventually managed to drift off once more.
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Sasuke and Hinata both are feeling kind of guilty. Naruto has some self depricating moments, and Himawari... one should never underestimate the one shot princess. Stay tuned for me.
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