Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Oh yeah, this isn't too innocent offa story. Sorry to disappoint you. (Pleased to disturb you.)
Naruto took training always very seriously. This time too, since it was really very important, he made a serious face and concentrated very hard.
Being daddy's bride would be no easy work, and so he tried to master the arts of cookery, cleaning and pleasure.
But cookery failed him when after a week or two his father pushed the cup full of ramen away from him with a twitchy smile on his face, suggesting that they'd eat something else for a change. Unfortunately it was the only thing either of them could cook, what tragedy!
Cleaning was overwhelmingly hard too, Naruto thought, after seeing how the mess only increased whenever he tried to clean.
And then there was pleasure which Naruto found out to be easy like child's play. And as Minato came knocking on his door after hearing a lot of 'ah, ah, AH' from the room, Naruto turned around and smiled brightly, saying "now I'll know what to do when daddy does that to me!" without even pausing the porno he had snatched from Jiraiya's secret stash.
Minato lost color a little.
