Adult-FanFiction.org : Naruto

Fuck Around And Find Out	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 5661 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, just this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Part 2

Fuck Around And....

She lived in a small studio apartment near her college, and he tried his hardest not to let the fact that it was the same college his son attended bleed too far into his mind. He’d deal with that information later, when he was clear minded enough to beat himself up about what he’d done and what he was doing right now. He focused instead on watching the enticing jiggle of her bouncing ass as she led him by the hand to her apartment door.
Inside, her living space was small but cozy.
The floor plan was open of course, but a few areas were naturally sectioned off by furniture arrangement and a sheer, glittery silver hanging curtain that was fixed across the opening of the little cubby she’d placed her bed in. Her little kitchen was the sum of two brown counters and matching cabinets, a mini stove and oven, a sink opposite the cooking area and beside it one of those small fridges he used to have in his garage for extra sodas and beers.
Her television sat atop a small stand against the wall, a pretty purple couch parked in front of it, and a frilly white rug in between both. Behind the couch, a designated study spot complete with a desk, laptop, books and a table lamp.
To the right of the desk was a door he assumed led to the bathroom.
In conclusion, it was a cute, girly, college room space.
She held his hand as he shut and locked her door behind them, then settled in his arms as he wrapped them around her. Her kissed her, backing her through the living room towards her bed, thankful it wasn’t one of those narrow twin beds.
He wasn’t ready for round three yet.
That suck down in his truck had him in recovery mode at the moment, but he had a plan to use that time wisely.
Productively.
“Ever have your pretty pussy licked?” he asked against her lips.
She pulled away from his mouth, though not from his grip.
She blinked at him like a cute little kitten, all doe-eyed innocence and bashful blushes as she shook her head.
“Take this off and lay down,” he commanded with a tug to her dress, his loins already stirring to be her first in yet another lesson on filthy sex, “spread your legs, knees to chest.”
Her cheeks and nose burned, but she stepped back and caught the edge of her dress.
She crossed the few steps left of her living room, stripping as she moved. Naruto trailed after her, unbuckling his belt as she flashed him cotton panties, soft belly and hard nipple tits, then turned and freed her arms and hair from the gown, turning him on to the tight, deliciously generous globes that made up her rear end.
Fuck what a body.
Teeny tiny little thing but plump in every place to that mattered. Big, perky tits sitting high above a cinched waist, a flat stomach that had the cutest little pudgy pouch below the dip of her naval. Wide hips he’d traced with his rough hands when he had her creaming on his kitchen counter. Thick thighs that felt like pillows wrapped around his waist, and a peach-shaped ass juicy enough to make his mouth water.
She dropped down onto the edge of the bed, slid her panties down and off her legs, then scooted to the center of her purple bedspread, hesitating a beat before lying back and cupping her hands under her knees, tugging them to her chest and putting her pretty pussy on display.
Watching her unintended strip tease to her bed and the naturally sensual way she arranged herself to his specifications slashed his recovery time in half.
She watched him, peeking between her knees, hands hooked in their underside to keep her legs wide and legs suspended, flashing her pussy at him as he shrugged out of his worn work boots, unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped his jeans. He could see glistening fluid already weeping from her tiny little hole and smeared on her flushed clit nestled between her plump nether lips.
Shucking his jeans, Naruto cupped the semi-hard-on tenting his burnt-orange boxers, stroking the slowly hardening flesh as he made his way to her bed and climbed on.
“Daddy’s gonna show you something new,” he muttered, crawling between her parted thighs.
Her pussy winked at him, her little hole contracting, a fresh new trickle telling him what she thought about his promise.
Flatting to his stomach, Naruto got comfortable, then adjusted his voluptuous midnight treat.
Gripping her hips, he pulled her down a bit with a single yank. She gasped but maintained her position, her petite feet dangling on either side of his ears, the scent and heat of her moist cunt right under his nose. He dipped his head and ran his tongue across her soft pink flesh, gathering honey as he worked his way up from hole to clit then back again.
Her scent was as intoxicating as reaching the bottom of his favorite whiskey, her taste like all his favorite flavors rolled into one, the combination of both knocking him out of recovery mode and into full throbbing hard-on.
He dipped for a second taste, his own appreciative groan echoing her mewl of pleasure as tiny shakes started up in her small form as he lazily swirled her little button.
He ran his thumbs along the back of her thighs, then parted her damp folds with them.
Pressing the flat of his tongue to her flesh, he circled it in wide sloppy rotations, treating every part of her sex to the wet texture of his tongue.
She gasped, jerking in his grasp as a long, breathless moan joined the wet lapping of her pussy.
He held on tighter, forearms flexing as he forced her lower body still.
He worked her clit with the very tip of his tongue, his touch a light, rapid flickering that drew hitched gasps from her lips, her pelvis thrusting into his teasing the minuscule amount her current position and the strength of his grip allowed.
“ Ha , ah , feels so good daddy,” she sobbed out.
The desperate sound of her voice, the forbidden words that kick started his new kink beating at the base of his dick.
He reached under him, squeezing the flared head of his cock, stroking for relief despite knowing he’d only find in the deepest, wettest part of her pussy.
He turned his head, using the new angle to flick his tongue horizontally across her clit, quick and wet, merciless in the face of her pitiful cries. Her hips arched, rocking into the caress, her shrill moans reaching a fevered pitch before shifted again, closing his lips around her little clit. Her legs dropped heavily against his shoulder and the back of his head, but he grabbed them both, shoving them into her chest as he suckled like a babe on her pleasure button.
Her cries filled the room, shaking fists finding his blonde locks.
He grunted as she pulled pulled his hair, tugging hard enough to make his skull sting before smashing his face into her sex, trembling as he sucked on her clit until she came on a high pitched scream. Filling his tongue with her delicious honey, her quivering, pheromone scented flesh pulsing on his tongue more than he could take.
He yanked down his boxers as she sobbed bliss, managing to retain his sanity for the few seconds it took him to coat himself in her juices before pressing inside her contracting channel.
Sweet fuckin bliss.
He barely heard the squeak that left her over the blood rushing in his ears, or the shaking hands stopping his pelvis from kissing hers.
Lungs heaving, he looked down, throwing a silent question to the hold up.
“F-feels bigger like this,” she puffed out.
He dipped, pressing his lips to hers in silent understanding, slowing down his hasty penetration.
Just like in his kitchen, he moved his hips leisurely and controlled, pressing in and retreating, picking up the pace when he gained traction.
She didn’t hold back this time and her screams were like music to his ears.
Gaining his knees, Naruto pressed her legs back and wide, the move lifting her bottom slightly from the bed, exposing her pussy to the driving force of his thrusting cock and clit stimulating pelvis. Her fluttering cunt gushed, shining his dick like a professional polisher, drowning him in hot fluid that sent goosebumps across his tan skin.
Fuck .
Naruto sucked in several premature-climax preventative breaths, his buzzing, befuddled mind questioning how the fuck could one tiny woman could be so fuckin wet .
She cried out beneath him, seizing abruptly, squirting down his cock and taking him down too.
He pumped his hips frantically, chasing orgasm, mind blanking as he blew his load. Breathless seconds of ecstasy reverberated through his body, this climax ring him so dry he knew he was done for the rest of the night, a feat no woman had ever driven him to before now.
Feeling like he’d lost every ounce of his strength, he dropped down beside her, panting harshly, boxers still at his damp thighs.
She curled into him, pressing her body into his arm and shoulder.
Eyes still closed, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around her lower back, tucking her flush against his torso, his rough fingers stroking the soft curve of her hip as they caught their breath.
It was cold in her place, but his cum soaked cock felt every stray breeze.
He grimaced, contemplating pulling his boxers up before deciding against it. He was a mess already, and he didn’t want it all over his underwear.
He probably should’ve took his boxers off considering her body’s eagerness to drench him. They were his favorite, once bright orange-now faded with a dark black swirl right over his cock. A gag gift from his friends a few years ago, but, jokes on them, he loved them. Though, he never wore them if he thought there was a chance he was going to be intimate, women would probably find them ridiculous at best and immature at worse. That’s why he wore them today, he hadn’t expected to be lying where he was right now, doing what he’d done in his kitchen, his truck and again on her bed.
“Why is this wrong?”
Naruto opened his eyes at the gently whispered question.
Frowning, he glanced down at her. He knew she could feel his eyes on her but she kept hers down, refusing to look at him.
“I’m not saying its wrong, it’s just,” he searched for the right words, “its not a good idea,‘ttebayo. I’m twice your age, you should be dating guys closer to your age-”
“And if I don’t want them?" she parried quietly, playing with his fingers, just the slightest hint of a stubborn pout on her lips, “if I want you instead…why is that wrong? Why do I have to pretend to want something I don’t? I-I’m mature enough to know my own mind…”
“I’m not saying you’re not, but you’re still young, Hinata,” he explained, “and it doesn’t matter how mature or smart you are, there’s situations that you might not understand the impact of right now, because you’re just starting out in life, but I do, and I’m not that big of an asshole to not try and shield you from it just so I can get off, ‘ttebayo…or start something with you when we’re in two extremely different stages of our lives.”
She played with his hand some more, tracing his fingertips, then sliding over his hand and wrist, outlining the muscles beneath his skin.
He wiggled his arm, silently demanding her attention.
She didn’t give him her eyes though, and he wasn’t going to let her hide.
He reached up, cupping her chin, bringing her eyes to his, “you hear what I’m saying?”
She chewed her bottom lip, looking like the saddest kitten he’d ever seen, but nodded.
“You understand then?”
She nodded again.
He exhaled, feeling like he’d done the right thing but finding that ‘I did good’ satisfaction lost to the bitterness pooling in his stomach. Besides the mind blowing sex, he actually liked Hinata a lot. When she wasn’t provoking him over the dinner table, she made him laugh more than he had since before his divorce, made him feel good as a man, as a person even. She was kind of an old soul, she still had moments where nineteen smacked him in the face, but they shared quite a bit in common.
Movie taste. Ramen obsession. Music of all things.
He couldn’t stand a lot of the new stuff kids these days listened to, and surprisingly, neither could she.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to get to know her better, to spend time with her and just talk…he was old enough to sense that underlying spark between them, it was just, an unfortunate mismatch of their respective births. He was-
“I understand,” she spoke up, cutting off his thoughts and reengaging his attention, “where you’re coming from…and you’re not wrong, I am naive in a lot of ways but…I’ve tried to fit a mold people tell me I’m supposed to fill, and want things they told me I should want, but I don’t want to live my life not going after what make me happy…or being afraid to take risks just because I might fail.”
She listed towards him, wrapping her body around him.
“I want to see you again,” she whispered, pressing her lips to the corner of his, nuzzling his cheek as she murmured against his jaw, “can I…?”
Even as he silently told himself he shouldn’t, listed every reason in the book not to, Naruto knew he would.
-
Konohamaru crossed the room, two beers in hand, his confidence at an all time high. Loud music pulsed around him, laughter and shouted conversations roaring above it, all of it background noise in the face of his mission. She was alone in a corner, typing away on her phone on the corner of the Udon’s living room couch, same place she was when his belated birthday party started. Udon’s parents were on a trip overseas leaving the huge house empty except for their son and two cats. Having such a big, parental supervision free space to themselves was absolutely worth the wait.
This party was wild!
Kegs, music, girls and even a little kush out on the poolside patio.
Perfect setting to finally get grow a pair and talk to the girl he’d been wanting to date since his first year of college.
Hinata Hyuuga.
They had nearly every class together, but he’d never really gotten to talk to her. She was always so quiet or surrounded by her girlfriends from one end of campus to another. Now though, she was by herself for once, her girl circle off partying, the blonde one with the ponytail dancing on the kitchen counter with the pink haired one yelling at her to sit her drunk ass down last he saw them, this was his chance.
“Hey Konohamaru!” Moegi shouted from his left, wrapping her arms around one of his, grinding him to a complete halt.
She was flush faced and glassy eyed, clearly having had a few drinks, probably more than a few if she was clinging onto him like she was.
Moegi was always kinda prickly growing up, but the last two years of high school she acted like she was mad at him or something and when he asked what was wrong, what he’d done, she got all defensive and said he was imagining things.
“Hey Moegi, what-”
“Come with me, I wanna tell you something.”
“Can you tell me later, I’m kinda busy.”
“No it can’t wait, I’ve been waiting all this time and I’m tired of waiting, ya know?”
His heart raced as Hinata got up from the couch and wandered down a hallway.
“No, I don’t,” Konohamaru grouched, “seriously though, I gotta-”
“You’re chasing after a girl again aren’t?” Moegi growled, tossing his arm away and nearly sending his beers crashing to the ground.
“Hey, what the fuck, Moegi!” he growled back.
“You’re so stupid and blind, chasing after girls that don’t want you instead of the girl that actually does!”
He opened his mouth to clap back, but his best friend turned and stormed away, yelling for their mutual bestie Udon.
Whatever bug had crawled up her ass damn near five years ago seriously needed to crawl out!
Annoyed but still determined, Konohamaru speedwalked in the direction Hinata disappeared in. He found her sitting in the fancy living room that had a couch, table and fireplace but not a tv, which was wild to him. She was on her phone again, typing away, though she sighed after a moment and put the phone down in her lap.
She kinda reminded him of the way his dad’s been acting the last few weeks.
Glued to the phone all the time, gazing intensely at whatever message was on the phone before either smiling all gooey and shit or sighing and rubbing his forehead like the message wasn’t what he wanted to read.
Dad wasn’t a texter.
Even when Konohamaru sent him a quick text that didn’t require a whole conversation, his talkative dad would still call him anyway, which was exactly why he was convinced his dad was seeing someone seriously.
Hinata had never been a texter either from what he’d seen.
He could count on one hand how many times she used her phone her phone.
Now though, she almost never put it down.
Maybe she already had a boyfriend now…
Not that he’d be surprised. Hinata was one of the most hottest girls on campus, she had her pick of guys, Konohamaru was well aware of his crowd competition. Still, if she had a guy, he would’ve seen him around her at least once wouldn’t he have?
He shrugged, hanging on to the little bit of liquid courage he’d found at the bottom of tequila shot a few minutes ago.
Wouldn’t hurt to ask.
“Hey, Hinata right?” he called out as he entered the open space, hoping he sounded convincing.
He wanted to come off smooth, indifferent almost, set himself apart from the other guys that hounded her.
She looked up at him, her pretty pearl eyes bouncing between the two, unopened beer bottles in his hand. Another thing he learned, never bring an open drink to a girl, that automatically threw guys into the ‘roofie creep suspect’ category, and once there, good luck ever getting out.
“Brought you a beer,” he said, raising one up as though she couldn’t already deduce that, “noticed you weren’t really partying much, thought I’d come and say hi, see if you were okay. And, you know, we have a lot of classes together and we’ve never actually talked before.”
‘ Shut the fuck Konohamaru, ’ he told himself, ‘ you’re talking too much! ’
“O-oh, I see,” she murmured, taking the beer he held out to her, “thank you.”
“Mind if I sit…?”
“Um, sure,” she replied, sliding down the couch though, she didn’t really need to. There was plenty of room for both of them, but now he’d be sitting way farther away from her than he wanted. He didn’t balk though, he sat down arms length, knowing sitting any closer would probably make her uncomfortable, and if he did that she’d probably bolt and-
“C-could I ask you a question?” she murmured.
He sat up straighter, not expecting her to talk first, “yeah, shoot.”
“Is…does your dad have blonds hair and um, blue eyes?”
He blinked, thrown off entirely by the line of question, super not what he’d expected her to ask.
“…a-and birth marks on his cheeks?” she continued.
“Yeah, that’s him, why?”
She tapped her fingers together around the beer bottle, a soft pink blush on her cheeks, “I-I was just wondering…I saw him drop you off earlier…”
That was super embarrassing, getting caught being dropped off by daddy like some kindergarten kid, but that was the only way he was getting to this party. He lost his car privileges for coming in after curfew for the third night in a row a week ago, and until he paid off the price he and dad shook on, it didn’t belong to him. If he wanted to go somewhere, it was dad or friends, and none of his friends had reliable cars that he trusted after getting stranded because of an overheated radiators or come out of a store only for the car not to start when they tried to crank it, that or they didn’t have wheels at all.
So, dad carpool it was.
He’d die before he missed this party.
“We don’t really look all that much alike, I got all my looks from my mom, but my little brother looks just like him. Anyway-”
“What’s your dad like?” she asked next, spinning the untouched beer between her palms, her curious eyes waiting for his response.
“Uhhh, well he’s cool, I guess,” he shrugged, “he can be a hardass when he thinks I’m not trying my best or when I’m breaking the house rules.”
“I-Is he really stubborn?”
Brows crashing together, Konohamaru puzzled over the line of question.
“S-sorry if I’m bothering you with all my questions…”
“Oh no, you’re not, just…kinda, wasn’t expecting you to ask about my dad,” he chuckled bashfully.
“Sorry…its just um…m-my dad doesn’t seem anywhere near as cool as yours,” she told him, “h-he’s really strict and rarely smiles, but your dad looked…”
Her blush intensified, as though embarrassed or…something, he couldn’t really tell what that intense look was about.
“My dad looked what?” he prompted as the silence continued.
Her face heated up to stop sign red as she stumbled out, “r-really nice.”
“Oh, well, he’s a pretty nice guy, friendly, likes to talk...a lot, he can be really stubborn about stuff. Once he sets his mind on something, it can be really tough to move him.”
“W-What if he really wanted something but…thought he shouldn’t…would he ever change his mind?”
The question threw him off again, but…if he had to guess, it seemed like her dad was ass so maybe she was just needing a listening ear and was asking about his dad as a lead up to venting about her own. Women tended to do things in a weird, roundabout way instead of getting straight to the point like guys. Moegi was the prime example of that, the girl was a nut, especially around him lately.
Dad told him he had two ears and one mouth for a reason, and that women appreciated the former more than the latter.
He’d take a page out of dad’s book, score him some points then turn the conversation to what he really wanted to talk about.
“Uhhhhh, that depends on what it is. If dad really wants something, even if he thinks he shouldn’t, he’ll fight it for a while then cave later if he really, really wants it. He tried to quit ramen once and only lasted a month,” he said with a laugh.
Her face cleared, a smile curling her lips, and she even graced him with a cute little giggle.
Hinata Hyuuga was so damn cute.
“A month…” her smile grew as she looked down at her phone, and though she touched the screen until it lit up her girly girl screensaver, she didn’t go back to texting, thankfully.
“Yeah,” he grinned back, “dad’s tough as nails but he’s got his weak spots.”
The questions about his dad slowly trickled off as the talked, though he couldn’t say he made much progress in a romantic sense. Hinata didn’t seem to recognize any of his cues and all his flirty jokes and one-liners fell flat. She hadn’t blushed once since the dad conversations and though she smiled and nodded along with him, he felt like her attention was on something else.
He was seriously bummed out when she asked him something else that lifted his spirits.
“D-do you think your dad would mind giving me a ride home?” she asked, “m-my ride can’t make it and Sakura already promise to take our other friends back s-so there’s not room and-”
“Yeah, no sweat, dad won’t mind.”
He hoped.
Hinata kinda lived out of the way, near their campus. That was a bit further than their house, and of course, that’d mean having Boruto in the car too, which dad probably wouldn’t like…
Still, he couldn’t not try and play the hero for the girl he liked.
So, an hour after midnight, when his dad rolled up to the curb, Konohamaru motioned Hinata over alongside him. His dad must have sensed he was bumming a ride for a friend because he gave Hinata a really…funny look, one even he couldn’t figure out.
He looked…intense.
Not really mad or annoyed, just…intense.
“Uh, hey dad, um, can you give my friend a ride home?” Konohamaru asked, “I know it’s kinda out of the blue but-”
“Yeah,” his dad grunted, “no problem. Get in, I’ll take her home.”
The ride home was…weird.
His dad, as he’d warned Hinata before his dad pulled, was nonstop talker and would probably chew her ear off the whole ride, but dad was silent.
Not a single peep unless Konohamaru spoke up.
He thought maybe he was trying not to wake up Boruto snoring in the back seat, but Boruto could sleep through a nuclear bomb going off, chit chat wouldn’t stir him once. Maybe something happened with his mystery woman, he seemed kinda tense like he got some times when she texted him.
Konohamaru sat silent in the weird tension, resisting the urge to glance behind him at Hinata sitting directly behind him to see if she was uncomfortable too.
He switched on the music instead, grateful for the distraction.
Fifteen minutes later they pulled up to the Uzumaki household.
“Take your brother in the house, Konohamaru,” his dad said, putting the truck in park, “he doesn’t need to be out this late at night, ‘ttebayo. I’ll drop your friend off.”
Dammit!
He’d wanted get in a last minute attempt to get them on the path of romance, maybe even sneak a kiss if she let him.
“Uhh, yeah, we can do that um, if that’s okay with you, Hinata?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “I’m okay with it. Thanks for helping me find a ride home, Konohamaru.”
“Yeah,” he replied, hoping he didn’t sound to bummed out, “no problem.”
Scooping his brother from the back seat, Konohamaru headed up the driveway with his snoring sibling as his dad’s truck pulled away.
Maybe he was more tired than he thought, or maybe it was liquor, but, he fell asleep long before his dad got back home that night, which was weird because the last time he glanced at his digital clock before he passed out, he could have sworn the red numbers read 4:48 am, but, that didn’t make sense since his college campus was only a half an hour away from his house…
Why would his dad still be out an extra three hours?
-
Hope you all enjoyed!
Part three should be read soon!
Laters!
Sessakag~
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Fuck Around And Find Out