Naruto: NTR Journey!

"... unless what?" Temari muttered, glaring at him — she'd had to swallow quite a bit of pride to utter the words 'Fuck me' like that, and he'd just walked away? It wasn't even as if he was trying to be an asshole by doing so; he really was just hungry.

"I mean, there's nothing quite like an early morning blowjob," Naruto hinted, pointing down at his crotch, half-hard member twitching slightly.

Temari frowned. "There is no way in hell that I'm going to suck something as big as that," she stated flatly.

"Aw," Naruto mumbled. "Can't say I expected anything different. Whatever — just get breakfast done and after we're done eating I'm sure we can figure out something to do. I know you're sore, so I doubt you'll be up for anything rough… or maybe even soft."

She grumbled something incoherent under her breath, pulling the robe back around her and re-doing the sash. 'Probably not,' she admitted to herself, getting back to work on breakfast.

Thankfully, it was almost done, and the 'small' distraction that Naruto had provided hadn't caused it to burn that much. It was certainly still edible — and Naruto was probably going to eat it either way, she reasoned.

"Come eat at the table," Temari told him only a few minutes later, two plates in her hands. She set one down, then the other, before dropping herself down in a chair and tucking into her food with chopsticks and a spoon.

"Awesome! It's been forever since someone cooked for me." Naruto grinned as he stepped into the kitchen, plopping down into a chair and yanking the plate she'd set out toward him — he dived right in, picking up the cut-up fish on the plate and chomping down on it.

"When's the last time someone cooked for you?" she asked, curiosity laced in her tone.

"Uh, it was Sakura-chan just after the war." He tapped a finger against his cheek. "Right after I lost my arm, before they gave me the replacement." Naruto lifted up his pure-white arm, the replacement for what he'd lost to the war's ravages. "Trying to make food with one arm is a lot harder than you might think… I couldn't even get a cup of instant ramen made, and that's with two clones helping me." The blonde chuckled. "Sakura-chan lended me a hand until baa-chan fixed this arm up for me; her cooking kind of sucks but it was either that or starve, so…"

Temari smirked. "You told her that to her face?"

"I mean — do I look disfigured to you?" Naruto said. "No way in hell I told Sakura-chan about her cooking to her face… I might be stronger than her by a long shot, but she can pack a hell of a punch."

"Fair; I'm no push-over and even I can admit Sakura would probably kick my ass," Temari said.

"Nothing wrong with that. Everybody can get their ass kicked by someone else — no matter how strong you think you are, someone out there's stronger, and that's fine."

"Wise words from the guy who can't cook his own food," Temari teased, a smile blossoming on her lips.

"Hey! I only had one arm!"

"Uh huh. And what could you cook with two arms then?"

He grimaced. "Instant ramen?"

Temari chuckled and they both allowed the dining room to fall into a comfortable silence. There was only the sounds of eating, of chopsticks scraping against plates and of Naruto's relatively loud munching.

Soon, the two were done; Naruto swiped up Temari's empty plate along with his own, and dutifly set them down in the sink.

The Suna blonde leaned back in her chair. "Why don't you go ahead and wash them while you're at it?" she said, smirking.

"Uh…" Naruto not-so-subtly edged himself away from the sink.

"Jeez, don't be a- ugh, damn!"

She'd tried to stand up, putting weight on her feet once more… and in the time since she'd sat down, Temari had forgotten (mostly) about her soreness. But now, it all came rushing back, and she quite literally had to grip the edge of the table to stop herself from falling over.

"Shit! You okay?"

"I'm fine," Temari said, righting her stance after a moment. "It just caught me off guard, that's all."

"Go to the hospital," Naruto told her, standing beside Temari and hesitating to put a hand on her shoulder. "Get them to heal ya up; they won't ask any questions, that's not how they operate."

"My brother's the Kazekage…" Temari muttered darkly.

"So? That means you're the Kazekage's sister. You can find a doctor that'll keep their mouth zipped and who'll heal you up," Naruto said. "Otherwise, we won't be able to have any 'fun' tonight."

She didn't say anything — but Naruto made it clear. Unless she got the soreness taken care of, they wouldn't be able to have sex again that night… and like it or not, Temari really wanted to fuck the Uzumaki once more. Her mind was made up: she would have to go to the hospital.

[ So, I decided to put up a different tier which is available at a lower cost for this fiction. It is to promote flexibility. Thank you for reading!]