I Do Not Own Naruto

The Sinner and the Innocent

Do not let those innocent blue eyes deceive you, or let that innocent persona make you naïve, do not underestimate that girl. It was all he wanted to tell people as he sat there on his sofa in his apartment as she gently and hesitantly touched him.

Holy Fucking Kami!

The girl was a born seductress, and that was saying something because she looked so damn innocent with those big blue eyes, that pouty face, perky, happy, quiet, innocent demeanor, and everything!

He groaned as his head fell back and he felt those lips of hers' wrap around the head of his member as her tongue slid over him.

And who this seductress was, well, that would be none other than Uzumaki Himawari. The sister to one of his best friends, and the only daughter of the Seventh Hokage. She had been pursuing him for months apparently and being the blind idiot that he was he fell for her trap without blinking or having a chance to fight it.

Oh, he didn't want to fight it, see he had had a thing for his best friend's little sister since they had been kids. Shameless as it was, that was his deepest, dark, secret and one he would take to his grave. Well, one other person knew about his infatuation with Himawari.

Shikadai.

But it was a fair trade because Inojin knew about Shikadai's thing for Uchiha Sarada.

"Hima…" he strangled out as she sucked on his cock, he saw innocent blue eyes look up at him as she sucked him, he groaned. Good Kami, what the hell had he gotten into with her!?

He tried to breath but he felt strangled as he stared at her bobbing black head and felt the blinding hot edge coming to him as he slid a hand through her long black hair. She was so warm, and she was sucking hard as her other hand helped her pump him, and he felt her other hand slide to his balls. She was driving him to insanity! And she was such a sweet little innocent!

Her tongue with the swirl thing again and he moaned as his head fell back against the couch and his grip in her hair tightened.

The vixen was going to be the death of him.

"Him… a… wa… ri!" he strangled as he felt his hand fist in her hair as the edge so close and he felt his hips thrust into her mouth. She gagged as she pulled up but he felt himself explode, she took it all as he collapsed limply on the couch. Finally Himawari pulled away from his softening member as she liked her lips and sat up wiping her mough.

"Sorry," he murmured.

"Don't be! I've been wanting to try that," she mused as she pinned him on the couch as she straddled his lap.

"What are you doing?" he asked her.

"Nothing," she promised as she snuggled up under his chin and he smiled to himself as he wrapped an arm around his lush lover.

Uzumaki Himawari, built like every man's dream woman. She had these breasts, a man could drown himself in, and they were so soft, bouncy and sensitive; oh kami were they ever sensitive, and beautiful. She had porcelain skin, and he loved it, he loved how delicate it was, and how reactive she was to just a ghosting touch of a brush or his hands. Her hips, he loved them, he loved watching them sway when she walked, he liked how they flared out to give her that 'perfect' figure. Then there was her ass, again, he loved that too, it was soft, it was firm, it was delectable, it was gorgeous, and it cute. But mostly, Inojin liked her legs, her long, curvy legs, that would wrap around his hips when she leapt up to hug him, and they let her fit perfectly against him, also they were strong, he had seen her kick and break a man, and if that wasn't sexy he didn't know what was.

Yes, her body was perfection, but her face was what disarmed everyone. That innocent expression, that sweet smile, the bright eyes, and her whiskers. She was beautiful, she was breathtaking, and she was unbelievably innocent looking. It was disarming to see her in a fight, because then there was a lethal edge to her.

Himawari wasn't like Sarada, Sarada's temper was well feared, well known, and best left untouched or else mountains toppled with your broken body to never work again with it. Himawari's temper was fast, it was feriocious and it was vicious. She had knocked her father and Kurama out on the day of Naruto's day to be announced as the Seventh Hokage when her intent had been to inflict maximum damage and pain on her older brother, Boruto, for ripping her favorite stuffed bear.

Sarada would just kill her tormentor.

Himawari's intent was to make you suffer.

See the difference? Not that this had ever bothered Inojin, it was actually a huge turn on knowing she had a temper, because she was so sweet, and innocent and disarmingly naïve at times.

"Hey, Inojin?" she said.

"Hm?" he hummed because he was still coming down from his orgasm high.

"Mind if we don't go all the way tonight?" she asked.

"No," he admitted, his secret girlfriend chuckled as she sat up and looked him in the eye. "I have a mission tomorrow."

"I know, that's why when you get back I have a purple thing…" she grinned deviously and he quirked a brow at her.

"How is it you look so disarmingly innocent and you're the naughtiest girl I've ever encountered?" he asked her bluntly. She giggled.

"Daddy's got all these Icha Icha novels, I read them and they gave me a lot of ideas," she mused as she stood off his lap and he laughed as he stood and pulled up his pants.

He and Himawari had been in a secret relationship since about six months ago. They had started sleeping together about four months ago, and she had been the dirtiest virgin he had ever met. But things with Himawari were never boring, she was so innocently curious about sex and he was up for trying things with her. Their only rule was not to get caught.

One, Boruto would skin him alive.

Two, Naruto would neuter him with a rusty scalpel.

And three, her mother would disapprove of their sexual relationship because Himawari was also a Hyūga and they were traditional values.

"I think I love you," Himawari said then as he helped her straighten out her clothes and he stiffened.

"I don't expect anything, I'm not as naïve as I look, but I… I might… I might be falling in love with you," she admitted with a blush as she stood there fidgeting. He smiled then as he leant over her to lightly press his lips to hers.

"I might love you too," he said honestly and she smiled as she grabbed his shirt and yanked him down for a hard kiss then. Inojin pulled away gasping for breath as he stared at her red smiling face.

"Stay safe on that mission, see you when you get back," she promised.

"I will, and see you then," he promised as he kissed her again, she slipped out the door then and ran down the stairs of his apartment complex. Inojin sighed as he walked back to his couch and fell onto it as he stared at the ceiling.

Oh Kami was he kind of doomed, his best friend's little sister!?

Why couldn't he like the Uchiha? Oh right, Sarada was the girl Shikadai had a crush on. Inojin didn't want to interfere with that, and he didn't want Sarada to break him into rubble for trying to pull a move on her before she walked away humming.

Rubbing his hands over his face Inojin got up and got ready for his mission.

He was falling for Uzumaki Himawari, and while it wasn't terrifying, it was somewhat scary because if this went sideways he could be in danger and there would be no place to hide. Still, he couldn't seem to stop himself from liking the younger girl, and he couldn't seem to keep himself away from her. She was just so damn irresistible.

Inojin wondered how long this would last before they were outed. And it was possible that everything, once they were outed, would be ruined and he didn't know how to feel about that. Perhaps he should just ask her out proper to the Rinne Festival and endure her brother and her father. It wasn't likely to be all that bad.

Oh, and before one went about thinking he had started the sexual side of his and Himawari's relationship he would have you know that she started it. That little innocent was a devil in disguise and she took pleasure in torturing him with her innocence.

Himawari had always liked Inojin; always, for as long as she could remember she could recall having a crush on him, vying for his attention, and even doing crazy stunts to get that oblivious guy to notice her.

Which was why the night he had finally noticed her she hadn't hesitated to draw him in and get him to ask her out on a date. yes, she had suckered him into asking her on a date when she knew that he wasn't seeing her as a woman. But she had a course of action to change all of that, she had talked to ChōChō about what to do, and she had been confident in what she was doing.

Oh, she'd have asked Sarada; who she was closer to, but everyone knew that Sarada didn't do relationships and it was unclear if the Uchiha had ever had had sex or if she was a virgin. Sarada was a closed off person by nature, and Himawari was not asking the Uchiha for romance advice when she didn't even know if Sarada had a love life. It was better to speak to ChōChō about these matters.

Which was why she had shamelessly gone about getting what she wanted: Inojin.

Himawari had used every weapon in her aresonal, and she was going to work on keeping the blonde. Yes, yes she was. She loved Inojin with all her heart, always had, and she would get his heart if it was the last thing she did. if that meant pulling his emotions back layer by layer then so be it, but she would have Inojin!

She could still tast him on her lips, and her tongue and she loved that. Humming to herself she walked up to her room, collapsed on her bed and smiled in delight at how things with her and Inojin were going.

Soon she would have the boy who had grown into a man, who she had always loved. Now it was just a matter of getting him to see that she was perfect for him.

Yes, she sounded like a crazy fangirl, but Himawari didn't want to lose him to so civilian fluff head without a brain or a heart who wouldn't appreciate Inojin for the genuine soul that he was. She would not stand for that.

The Inojin fan club would never see how great Inojin really was, and she knew it. Looking at her ceiling she sighed, then she closed her eyes.

Love sucked.

But she loved Inojin with all her heart, and she loved him for him, not for the sweet boy everyone saw. She loved the sinner that he was, and she loved the man he had grown into. Himawari did not think there'd ever be a better man in her life.

And she was certain she could get her brother and father to see it her way, her mother would support her either way. And she just needed Inojin to see that she was perfect for him too.

But it would all come together, she was sure of that.

That's all folks!

Enjoy The Sinner and the Innocent! =)