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Naruto's Fetish (Remastered)	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 126575 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
It's been nearly three weeks since I've updated this story - so, I have a slightly longer chapter for you guys.
But first, review replies!
ANON, Blargy - The chastity belt would have been fun... but that's a little too far for the point they're at.
ANON, Yaint shit - Truly, your opinion means the world to me. (/s). BTW, 9 times out of 10 you probably jerked off to this story regardless, xD.
ANON, Castamere - Of course Naruto is hurt by Hinata's infidelity. But again, it's Naruto. If he can forgive the person who murdered his parents, he can forgive his wife for cheating on him. Not to mention he got his own little peace of 'revenge'.
ANON, Ya I Punched'em - Yes. Sasuke is a... 'SI' 'Gary stu' 'sex god'. I'll let you have me on sex god (that's kind of the point), but first of all, I don't imagine myself cuckolding Naruto. And second of all, a Gary Stu doesn't - a. get punched in the nose, b. have someone who's exactly as strong if not stronger than him, and c. confide in other people with their worries over certain things. Nice try.
ANON, anon - K.
ANON, Ougenkidou - Yeah, pretty much.
That's enough replies for now. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter!
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The hot water of the shower beat down on her.
“Argh…” she groaned.
Her body felt sore all over.
She felt something soft… like a rag working over her. It was soothing, dipping into her belly button, cleaning along her stomach and breasts. Hinata sniffed - and found her nose full of a musky scent, so manly and masculine that she couldn’t help the wetness that settled in her loins.
Something popped into her head. Namely, something long and thick, able to make her feel things that she never could have imagined. She shivered, remembering the way Sasuke had moved in and out of her… or the way he had bent her down, and had fucked her senseless even after dumping a load into her. The way his seed had rocked against the walls of her womb… swirling in a white froth as he continued to drive his cock into her snatch.
It got a little blurry after that. Bits and pieces came back to her - but what she could remember was being thrown onto her back, and having a hot load shot onto her face. So warm and creamy, sticking to her face and hair… she had managed to lick up a bit of it with her tongue before succumbing to a brief spell of unconsciousness, and Hinata remembered her taste buds practically sizzling with the sheer, delicious flavour of his seed.
Hinata realized something. It was one thing to suck down one of his loads from his cock, to swallow a dozen times as he dumped it into her awaiting belly - it was another thing to truly taste Sasuke’s cum, to appreciate the musky flavor, that was not bitter nor sweet and yet still so fucking delicious.
Clearly, however, Sasuke had gone. Whoever was cleaning her now was exceeding gentle - and she was sure that Sasuke would never hum what sounded like a rock song beneath his breath.
Gently, her pale eyes fluttered open. There was a yellow blob bobbing above her. No one, aside from her son, had that same color of shockingly blonde hair.
“N-Naruto…?” she murmured.
Naruto smiled at her, his blue eyes glinting in a sea of grey, her vision still slightly blurry.. “Finally awake, huh?” Naruto said.
“What… w-what happened?” Hinata asked.
He chuckled. He ducked out of the shower for a second, before returning - a mirror clutched in his hand. “Why don’t you look for yourself?” he said, holding up the mirror in front of her.
Her face was near unrecognizable, coated in a thick mask of what was unmistakably Sasuke’s cum. Even with the water beating down on her, only small chunks of it would peel off at a time. Her lips shone white, her cheeks, her nose… he had thoroughly bathed her in his essence. She glanced down, and even now globs of his cum would spill from her snatch, dropping to the bathtub floor with thunks.
“W-why was he s-so rough…?” Hinata couldn’t help but ask.
Naruto bit his lip, to prevent himself from chuckling. “Must have had a bad day or something.” he lied. “Still. Did you enjoy it, baby?”
She had to force herself to not grin. Hinata didn’t want her husband to know just how much she had enjoyed that… sure, gentle sex was fun and if done right it was mind blowing… but sometimes, she just loved the feeling of being thrown onto the bed, having a massive cock stuffed into her snatch, and just having her brains literally fucked out. It was liberating she could admit - in her day to day life, she was ‘Mom, Hinata-chan,’ or the former princess of the Hyuga. Everyone treated her with respect, with love, with dignity… but, sometimes that got boring. Sometimes, she wanted her hair pulled. Sometimes, she wanted someone to not ask for her opinion, but to just pull out of her sopping wet snatch and blow an enormous load on her face.
It was strange. Before Sasuke, rough and hard sex was a no-go in the bedroom. But now…? Honestly, she might be starting to prefer it a little over gentler sex.
Naruto would never do something like that, though. He was too kind, too honorable, far too in love with her to even consider the idea of roughhousing with her… even if she gave him her express permission.
But… Sasuke was a good surrogate she supposed. ‘As if!’ a quiet, traitorous voice in the back of her mind whispered. ‘Naruto can’t come close to Sasuke, whether he’s being gentle or rough. Just admit it.’
She flushed. “I-It was alright…” Hinata stammered.
“I’m glad.” Naruto said. He leaned back slightly, surveying her closely with those piercing blue eyes. “A few more minutes, and all of that stuff could be wiped off.” he said, referring to Sasuke’s cum, that still stained her body despite the running water. “I’m going to go ahead and get to bed, alright, sweetie? I’ve got work in the morning.”
“Alright.” Hinata whispered.
She heard his footsteps, feet clapping along the tiled floor of the bathroom. The sound of a door opening - and then it softly closing.
A deep, shuddering breath escaped her mouth.
“W-what’s wrong with me…?” Hinata murmured, almost to herself.
What was wrong with her? Nearly two decades of marriage, and the second a man with a big cock stepped into the picture she had cheated on her husband. No, she wasn’t stupid. Sasuke wouldn’t be that rough with her for no reason - and Naruto had to have put him up to that absolutely vicious fucking. Her thighs felt red, bruised, her pussy no better. Despite the lingering pleasure, she felt sore.
How humiliating! Naruto had watched him, fuck her until her moans echoed throughout the room, her voice raw and animalistic. He had watched him not only dump a massive load into her pussy, but pull out and shoot one onto her porcelain face.
She had angered Sasuke once before, and that had gotten her a creampie that she still sometimes dreamed about. But this… that… that a few minutes ago hadn’t been anger. It was calculated. Everything about it was perfectly measured - the way he had gripped her breasts, the way every thrust had slammed headlong into her G-spot… it was all a plan. A fucking plan to get back at her for being unfaithful.
Hinata knew she probably deserved it.
And yet… she had the feeling that it had the opposite affect of what Naruto had wanted - which, presumably, was to teach her a lesson by having Sasuke fuck her to the point where walking without a limp for a few days would be a chore.
Her husband was a brilliant man - able to run a village, fight toe to toe with fellow demi-gods like Sasuke or Madara, and fight against literal gods with Sasuke at his side. He was amazing, in so many ways… and yet, Hinata could admit that he had never been a long term thinker.
Sure, she was bruised now. She was sore now. In all likelihood, after she was done washing Sasuke’s facial off of her, and digging out his creampie, she was going to have to call him in her to carry her to bed. But… what had that accomplished?
Even now, she could feel her pussy throb for that magnificently large cock to sate it’s burning. Her throat almost felt parched, dry, without a nice quart of Sasuke’s cum to soothe her thirst.
She was so pathetic. But… she couldn’t help it. He was so good, too good. He had her wrapped around his finger… and she- fuck, she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
The water continued to beat down on her.
Her husband was in the other room, likely snuggled beneath the sheets stained with her juices and Sasuke’s cum. Maybe, he was already asleep now, snoozing happily without a care in the world.
And yet, here his wife was. The cum of another man, his best friend, drooling from her yawning snatch, so thick and in such great globs that she was surprised the drainage hadn’t blocked up yet. Her pussy ached for Sasuke. Her mind- was torn. Torn between cock and husband… and she…
… she was afraid that her husband was losing out.
A choked sob escaped her throat. Gently, she picked up the rag that Naruto had left behind, and dragged it across her face - having to resist the urge to suckle the sweet cum that was being absorbed into the cloth.
Three days. She gave herself three days.
A break from Sasuke was what she needed. Whether she would feign tiredness, illness, or whatever… three days. She’d take three days - and try to salvage what was left of her husband’s dignity in the meantime.
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“I don’t know… I’m just feeling a little under the weather today.”
Dinner at the Uzumaki house wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Once every week or two, he, Sarada, and Sakura would come over - the kids would get to talk, while the adults would pop a bottle of sake and enjoy themselves. Even now, the aftermath of their regular dinner date was evident, dishes in the sink, splashes of sake on a counter or two from where Naruto (and Sakura) had spilled their drinks on accident, not to mention the rosy tint to Naruto’s cheeks, who hiccuped from time to time.
Sakura had left about halfway through, planting a kiss on Sasuke’s cheek, giving Naruto and Hinata a warm hug and darting out the door - having been called to an emergency surgery at the hospital. Himawari had gone up to bed, Boruto had gone to spend the night at Mizuki’s house, and Sarada had gone home.
Sasuke and Naruto exchanged a glance. “Alright, sweetie.” Naruto said, knocking back the last of his sake. “We can just go up to bed, then.”
“I’m going to go to the bathroom, and then I’ll get out of here and head home.” Sasuke said. “Second door on the left, right?” he said.
“That’s the one.” Naruto said.
Naruto wound an arm around Hinata’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You feelin’ alright, baby?” he asked softly, hardly audible over the sound of Sasuke walking up the stairs.
“I’m fine…” Hinata murmured.
“Great.” Naruto said.
In unison, they both stood up - Naruto with his arm still wrapped around Hinata. Sasuke came back down the stairs a minute or two later.
“See you.” Sasuke said. He pulled the door open and strode off into the night - Naruto closing, and locking the door behind him.
Naruto and Hinata lingered downstairs a little, Naruto putting away the bottles of sake and such, Hinata wiping down the counters and making sure the table was cleared off. She carefully arranged all of the dirty dishes in the sink - filling up said sink to the brim with plenty of soapy water, intent on washing them in the morning.
And then, they went upstairs.
Hinata paused outside of Himawari’s door - Naruto looking back at her for a moment, before his blue eyes widened with recognition. Hinata gently pressed her ear to the door. A moment passed.
“She’s asleep.” Hinata whispered.
“Good.” Naruto said.
Hinata’s cheeks tinted pink as they walked into their bedroom, she carefully closing the door behind them. It was embarrassing what she was about to do - but she had to do it. She had too.
As Naruto turned to face her, opening his mouth to say something - Hinata tackled him, both of them flopping onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. In the end, Hinata stradled Naruto, her hips resting on either side of his crotch, her lips pressed firmly to his.
Eventually, Hinata had to draw back for air, and Naruto took that moment to cut in with - “I thought you said you weren’t feeling well?” Naruto asked, his hands resting on her hips.
“I… just want to spend some time alone.” Hinata said. “With just the two of us, that is.” She leaned down, gently suckling at his neck. “Don’t you miss that, baby?”
“A… little, I guess.” Naruto said.
Hinata took that for what she could get. Clothes came off - shirts thrown onto the floor, panties flung across the room. In the end, Hinata was on her back, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Now, they had a problem.
“Something wrong…?” Hinata asked… she couldn’t just pretend to notice the rather flaccid state of his member, which rested against her thigh.
Naruto frowned. “I’m not sure what’s happening.” he said.
What the fuck was going on? He had his gorgeous, beautiful wife laying before him - her breasts in full view, her snatch practically begging for him to enter it… and he couldn’t get it up. It just refused, and even Hinata reaching a hand down to stroke it couldn’t manage to rouse his cock from its slumber.
He closed his eyes.
And an image popped into his mind.
It was Sasuke, to be exact. Dark hair, mismatched eyes - one dark, the other a brilliant violet. Pale skin that gleamed in the night, and a physique that the most hardened of shinobi all shared, all muscles and no fat. And then, there was his cock, breathtakingly long, frighteningly thick.
Another image popped into his head.
Hinata, bent over a table or a counter, a bed or whatever - it didn’t matter. Naked as she was right now… her beautiful blue hair in disarray, her skin soaked with sweat. And more importantly, Sasuke behind her - gripping her bountiful breasts for leverage as he shoved his monstrous cock into his wife’s snatch, and fucked her hard and good. Her screams, bouncing around the walls of his ears.
“SASUKE-KUN! SASUKE-KUN!”
Her voice a mere croak, her throat raw and sore from how much she had been moaning. Helplessly bucking her hips back against Sasuke’s powerful thrusts. A bright, half-demented grin on her face as she stared into Naruto’s eyes, both of them knowing that he could never compare…
His eyes flew open.
“Argh…” Naruto groaned, his member twitching. His cock was now so hard that it hurt, the engorged appendage pulsating with all of the blood pumping through it. That mental image alone had made him harder than he’d ever been in his life. Without further ado, he slid his erection into his wife’s awaiting snatch, letting out a moan as her walls coiled around him.
“There we go, baby…” Hinata groaned. While the feeling of Naruto entering her wasn’t anywhere near as evident, or orgasmic, as Sasuke, it still felt damn good. Soon all four and a quarter inches were sheathed inside of her, her inner walls clasping as tightly around him as they could manage.
Naruto hooked his arms underneath Hinata’s armpits, linking them together around her torso. With his eyes closed, he truly began to pound her, sending the bed springs squeaking and the headboard clapping against the wall with soft thuds.
Hinata herself was mostly silent, aside from the occasional moan as he nudged her G-spot or something of that sort. But… other voices were whispering in his ears.
“She’s not even into it…” a cruel voice murmured in the back of his mind. “She’s probably imaging Sasuke fucking her right now. Giving her the pleasure that you can’t, making her scream, and scream, while you sit there and watch.”
The words only made him thrust faster, harder, with more intensity. Hinata’s eyes widened as a moan spilled from her lips, and soon she began to get into it - bucking her hips back against him, reaching a hand down to play with her clit in order to intensify her own pleasure.
“She can’t be doing that…!” Naruto protested in his own mind - it felt a lot like talking to himself, or Kurama, but at the same time… it worked. “She didn’t want to sleep with Sasuke. And yet she jumped me the second we got into bed.”
“Of course she doesn’t want to sleep with Sasuke.” the voice said. “She’s afraid of what he does to her - you saw the way she was after last time. Hinata-chan can’t help but realize how much more she loves Sasuke’s cock compared to yours.”
His thrusts grew ever faster, until he was quite literally jackhammering his wife.
“Even now, the only way you can please her is by using the techniques Sasuke taught you.” the voice said, sounding suspiciously like the dark version of himself that he’d met all of those years back at that waterfall. “It’s not like it matters. Sasuke’s reached places inside of her you couldn’t even dream of hitting - I bet that even now, her womb is caked with his cum.”
“You really think so?” Naruto asked inwardly.
“What?” the voice said dismissively. “You didn’t see how much cum he shot onto her face alone? And that was his second load!”
Naruto’s moans grew hoarse. He was glad for Kurama’s healing aid, otherwise his thighs would probably be bruised from how hard he was slamming into Hinata.
“You’ve been going at it for what, ten minutes?” the voice said. “You haven’t even made her cum once. Sasuke could have made her orgasm a dozen times and still have her begging for more. It’s only a matter of time before she truly realizes who the real man is.”
“Gah…!” Naruto groaned.
He sunk himself in balls deep, and just let loose, shooting a string or two of cum into Hinata as deep as he could manage. At the same time, Hinata shuddered in her own orgasm, her hands wrapped tightly around Naruto’s torso, her pale eyes screwing closed. And then, he slid out of her, falling down onto his back. His body was racked with heavy breaths, his blonde hair soaked with sweat.
Hinata climbed on top of him, a small grin on her face.
“That was great, baby.” she said, giving him a peck on the lips.
“Yeah…” Naruto murmured. “I’m- argh…” He groaned, as she began to stroke his flaccid member. “I’m not good for round two.”
Hinata blinked, tilting her head to the side. “Alright…” she said. “I guess you did have a hard day at work,” Hinata murmured, rubbing a hand up and down his muscled chest absentmindedly. “I’ll get cleaned up. You just get yourself settled in, alright?”
“Okay.” Naruto said.
Carefully, he slid beneath the sheets, groaning as the warmth of the covers enveloped him.
And then, he closed his eyes. He could feel her weight leave the bed, her footsteps as she strolled into the bathroom. Naruto could hear the rustling of cloth. He wondered what she was doing… maybe, maybe she was scrubbing his pathetic little load out from her folds. The sound of the sink running… and then, she was striding back into the bedroom.
He felt her slide onto the bed. Hinata planted a kiss on his cheek, and then she slipped beneath the covers. Within minutes, her soft snores filled the room.
And a few minutes after that, Naruto drifted off to sleep as well.
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Earlier…
“I’m going to go to the bathroom, and then I’ll get out of here and head home.” Sasuke said. “Second door on the left, right?” he said.
“That’s the one.” Naruto said.
Sasuke stood, winding his way around the couch. He took the stairs two at a time on his way up, the sounds of Naruto and Hinata quietly conversing slowly fading away - until all he could hear was the sound of crickets outside the windows.
He was in and out of the bathroom in under a minute. Stepping back out into the hallway, he made for the staircase.
Before he could get there, however, one of the doors on the side was flung open. A pair of arms shot out, wrapped around his wrist, and pulled him (with some difficulty) into the room.
Sasuke’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “Himawari…?” he said, in a harsh whisper. “What are you still doing up?”
Himawari beamed at him. “Waiting for an opportunity,” she said snidely. “To snatch up my man.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Here?” he said. “Now? Seriously?”
Himawari didn’t answer at first, her blue eyes distant for a moment. And then - “I’m always ready for you, Sasuke…” she murmured, her voice low and husky, as seductive as she could manage.
‘Fuck.’ Sasuke thought. ‘And I thought just Sakura and Hinata lusting after me was bad enough…’ He exhaled deeply. ‘Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.’
He formed a hand seal, and a soft puff of smoke appeared beside him. It wafted away to reveal an exact clone of Sasuke. The two Uchihas looked at each other, nodding resolutely. The clone made his way out of the room, Sasuke gently closing the door behind him.
Sasuke turned.
Himawari was already undressed, her clothes lying in a pile at her feet, her warm juices already leaking down her thigh. She grinned at him, before hopping onto the bed - laying on her back, and spreading her legs as wide as they could go.
Sasuke could admit - he was feeling a little…
… vindictive.
Why?
Well, he was a pretty angry person by nature, although years of traveling had allowed him to harness his temper, to control it as he couldn’t in his youth. And well… the events of the past few weeks had really pissed him off.
He really, really hadn’t wanted to sleep with Hinata in the first place, in front of Naruto himself no less. It was kind of weird, to be honest. After a while, he had gotten used to it… but honestly, it was confusing after a while. Hinata both cursing his name, and then coming to his house and leaping onto his cock. Naruto being both eager and reluctant, one moment punching him in the nose and the next asking him to fuck his wife into a coma.
Not to mention Himawari. Being blackmailed by an eighteen year old was pretty high on his list of ‘recent things that have pissed him off’, and at this point, he was fucking tired of it.
Tired enough to do something that he might potentially regret in the future. Tired enough, that he might do something that could permanently wound his best friend’s family. But he didn’t care. He didn’t give a flying fuck anymore.
In a rustle of cloth, his pants fell to the floor. His shirt came off soon after, and then, Sasuke pulled off his boxers. His member came into Himawari’s view, the Uzumaki licking her lips at the sight of it - so long, and so thick, even while it was flaccid, hanging down to almost his knees.
Really, while Sasuke was well aware how the length of his cock could arouse jealousy from other men - he didn’t like the idea of lording it over other people. Sure, it gave him an edge over other men when it came to the bedroom… Hinata being the perfect example… but it wasn’t as if he had worked to get that good.
Okay, well maybe he had - through long sessions with Sakura, where he had twisted her mind in all kinds of unimaginable pleasure. But genetics certainly helped, a fact that he was aware of. Skill and experience could only mean so much after all, a four incher could get things done, but a thirteen incher could do that and more. On the other hand… a one inch cock wasn’t getting anywhere quick. It was all luck of the draw, really, and Sasuke supposed that he had been the lucky one in that particular lottery.
He slid onto the bed. Himawari opened her mouth to say something - but Sasuke stopped her, slamming a hand over her mouth and silencing her words. He pressed a finger over his lips, glancing back towards the door.
A few moments of tense silence.
“She’s asleep,” a voice murmured from outside the door, just loud enough to be audible. That had to be Hinata.
“Good.” Naruto said, his voice quiet as well.
The sounds of footsteps. And then, the sound of a door in the hall closing.
Himawari felt her ears go pink. She hadn’t even heard her mother, nor her father come up the stairs. But, she supposed that Sasuke had.
“I’m going to keep my hand over your mouth.” Sasuke said, his voice low. “Don’t want you screaming or moaning, and have you alert Naruto and Hinata as to what we’re doing in here. Understand?”
Carefully, she nodded.
“Good.” Sasuke murmured.
He scooted forward a tad. All it took was one glance at Himawari’s nude body, and his erection soon rose - jerking upwards against his belly, before falling down against Himawari’s thigh. He settled himself in between her legs, and like clockwork, she wound her long and smooth legs around his waist - locking them tight.
One hand still clamped firmly over her mouth, Sasuke used the other one to grip the base of his enormous cock, and gently press it against Himawari’s sopping wet folds. With a pump of his hips, he thrust in.
Himawari let out a strangled groan, muffled by his hand. Even after their previous sex sessions together… she was still astounded by his sheer size inside of her. ‘Fuck, he’s huge.’ Himawari thought, able to feel every, single, inch of his cock as it slid into her folds. She’d had high hopes for her crush being good in bed… but so far, Sasuke had exceeded all of her expectations by leaps and bounds. His cock alone was a monster - the length of it nearly a quarter of her entire body - and that went without mentioning his skills, able to drill her tight little hole into submission with a few short thrusts.
As he was doing now.
She had known that her ‘Uncle’ had been a genius back in the day. A student of the Rokudaime, able to fight head to head with the Nanadaime, her father. But his skills on the battlefield couldn’t even compare to what he did to her beneath the sheets. Himawari had figured that Sasuke was a fast learner - but already, he knew her body so well… he knew exactly what buttons to press, what way to grind his hips against hers, exactly the amount of pressure to apply to her breasts with his hands…
… fuck, he was amazing.
Sasuke kept his eyes locked with hers. Black and violet boring into clear blue. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. Every thrust, every delightful thrust into her sopping wet cunt reminded just how much power he had over her. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t rough. He was ruthless, angling his thrusts to ensure that every single one slammed into her G-spot and cervix all at once.
She came, again and again, her moans broken and hoarse, only kept muffled by Sasuke’s firm hand that was still clamped over her mouth.
And then, he stopped.
Himawari almost whimpered with need, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of sheer pleasure.
“Listen…” Sasuke murmured. “I want to use both of my arms for this next part… but, that means I can’t keep you quiet.” he said to her. “You need to be quiet - no matter how much you want to moan, to cry out, to do anything.”
He removed his hand. “O-okay…” Himawari stammered out.
Sasuke hooked both his arms beneath hers, wrapping them taut around her torso. He pressed his chest against hers, her breasts acting as a sort of cushion. They were so close. Himawari could see every ripple in his violet eye, and the white of his dark eye. She could feel every breath of his, as it fanned out over her face.
Her face flushed, Himawari praying that the darkness would cover her embarrassment. It was such an… intimate position they were in, so close that they were practically melting into each other. She could only feel him - against her body, inside of her body, fuck, he was everywhere.
And then, he was upon her once more.
Every thrust was packed full with so much power, so much intensity that it tore her breath from her lungs. She had to bite into the inside of her cheek to hold in her moans. The irony taste of blood filled her mouth, from how hard she was forced to bite down.
Once more, she was reminded of just how much more powerful he was than she. He, the Uchiha Sasuke. And she, a mere jounin who was lucky enough to blackmail him into sleeping with her. But… blackmail or not, Himawari didn’t stand a chance between the sheets. Not a single one.
“Fuck…!” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You’re so… big…” Himawari murmured into his ear, as he continued to slam into her. He was so deep inside of her. She could feel him pressing up against her cervix - his majestic cock desperate for entrance into her warm and fertile womb. “How- how are you so good…?” Himawari croaked. “How… how… how?!”
She opened her mouth to say something else - but he silenced her with a ferocious thrust, knocking the air from her lungs. Himawari prayed that her parents were asleep (Thankfully, they were busy with their own activities), as the squeaking of the bed was deafening in the silence of the room.
And then, the finale. The coup de grâce. Sasuke pulled Himawari against him, muscles straining in his arms as he gave her one last, vicious thrust. Beneath the force of his cock, her cervix yielded - and soon, he slid directly into her womb.
“Oh…!” She didn’t scream. She didn’t moan. All she could do was shudder, as she came with the force of a thousand orgasms, her eyes rolling back up into her head, her entire body convulsing against him. And he didn’t stop thrusting either. She could feel his cock scraping against the walls of her womb, christening places where if Himawari were to have her way, his children would grow. “I lohve you…!” she blurted, her voice hoarse and slurred. “I lohvee you sooo muchhh…!”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. The things you could make a woman shout when you stuffed her full of enough cock. Sakura had dropped the ‘L’ bomb before they had even slept together - and it had become her mantra after their first time. And with Hinata… he was sure it was her devotion to Naruto that was stopping her from screaming her love for him as he pounded her in front of her husband.
Himawari, on the other hand, had no such reservations. She was willing to do anything, to give anything to him, her heart, her mind, her body, her soul. It reminded him a tad of Sakura - which… he supposed, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
As he pounded her, her vocabulary became rather… limited. “Faster…!” she whispered into his ear. “Harder! Deeper! Fuck me, please, I love you so much, just keep fucking me please, please, please-”
And so on.
Sometimes, she would get a little too loud and Sasuke would have to silence her - usually by snaking a hand up and clamping it over her mouth until she got the message.
By the time he was ready to blow his load, her personal orgasm total for the night was already in the dozens. She was practically comatose, her blue eyes blank, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her groans hoarse and strangled.
The telltale signs of his rapidly approaching orgasm were evident. His balls tightening. His shaft pulsing. A coil in his stomach, wounding around and around. He thrust faster and faster, piercing so deep inside of her that Himawari felt as if he were brushing against the back of her heart.
And then he came.
It was a feeling unlike any other - him once again slipping past the bruised and battered remnants of her cervix, and straight into her awaiting womb. His member pulsed once, and then exploded, hot white cum splattering against the inside of her womb, causing Himawari to jerk against him. Jet after jet of jizz erupted from his cock like a geyser, filling her up, causing her to orgasm once, twice, and then a third time just from the feeling of it.
She let out a guttural groan, almost animalistic in its nature. Her body spasmed once, once, and then she went limp against him - a shit eating grin on her face.
Her body, her mind, both were giving out on her. The darkness was closing in - all she could see… all she could see was those beautiful mismatched eyes in the abyss…
“I love you…” Himawari whispered, her voice a breath on the wind.
Sasuke shook his head slowly. And yet, she didn’t see it, her eyes fluttering closed, her legs falling onto the bed.
He pulled out of her snatch, and his seed quite literally sloshed out of her, pooling on the sheets. Sasuke eased himself carefully off of the bed. He used one of Himawari's blankets to wipe her juices off of his cock, before slipping back into his clothes.
Sasuke glanced one last time at her sleeping body, her soft snores filling the room. And then, he pried open her window - and slipped out into the night.
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