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Fuck Around And Find Out	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 5661 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter Three
Part 3
…Find Out

Exhaling through a surge of pleasure, Naruto tightened his grip on the plump butt cheeks cupped in his tanned hands, knowing he’d leave marks on her snowy skin but forcing himself not to think about it for the sake of his control.
He had enough stimulating factors trying to force him into an early climax.
Her rose pink nipples, hard and shiny from his mouth bobbed with her melon sized tits, their hypnotic sway above his stormy blues eyes maintaining his lust at a consistent simmer.
Watching her move brought it to a boiling point.
Sweat slick body glistening, long dark hair curling at the ends and plastered to her skin like onyx rivulets, face awash in ecstasy, Hinata was the physical manifestation of every fantasy he ever had come alive, every curvaceous measurement of perfection writhing with a unabashed sexual sensuality that put professional pornstars to shame.
Sliding his hands up and over her ass, Naruto traced the curved line of her spine with his fingers, then down to outline the steep flare of her hips, his own subtlety flexing upward as Hinata bounced faster on his throbbing cock.
He’d spent the last month working to get her used to taking his girth and length.
Successfully, for the most part.
Enough for her to attempt her first topside ride.
She’d started off slow, mounting him sluggishly then rolling her hips experimentally, a bit insecurely.
He’d let her find her cowgirl legs, coaxing her to confidence with caresses of his hands and hums of pleasure, whispering how good she was making daddy feel.
She liked that a lot.
She was always wanting to please her daddy, it got her off like nothing else and when he was honest with himself, it made him hornier than he’d ever been in his life.
And at this point, he refused to examine what that said about him .
A forty-year-old man with a nineteen-year-old girlfriend.
It was far too late anyways and any guilt was quickly wiped from his mind as he taught her how to ride.
Even with her clumsy, inexperienced movements, it hadn’t taken him long to get into it, raising his hip into her down strokes, plucking her nipples as he stroked her walls until her careful, cursory rocking melded into a wild, lust fueled bouncing that rocked her princess themed bed beneath them. It was hard to think, to beat himself up when he was more focused on letting her ride him and cum to her little heart’s content, a challenge for him when she squeezed him so fuckin good his balls screamed for mercy, but it was worth it to watch her come apart again and again.
He’d just finished suffering through her third messy orgasm, and she was gearing up for a fourth, riding him at a gallop like he was an untamed stud and she a tenacious cowgirl.
And that what was killing him the most.
What had him tip-toeing closer to erupting over his boiling point; the absolute vicious, heavenly grip her sopping pussy had on his cock.
They’d been at it nearly an hour and he was rapidly approaching his limit.
A familiar whine pierced the room.
Hinata dropped to her elbows, reengaging his full attention as she pressed her trembling body flush to his, forearms bracketing his head, her shaking fisting and pulling his blonde hair as she lost herself again.
He grunted as she squeezed him inside.
Arching his hips into the merciless contractions, he braced himself for the ensuring tsunami. Hot fluid dripped down his pipe, drawing an answering groan from his throat.
Fuck …
She had to be the only woman in the world that should be mandated to have a wet floor sign tattooed on her inner thigh.
Soft heavy tits heaved in his face, smothering him in their heavy weight. Nudging one with his nose, he found its succulent tip and latched on, sucking on her nipple as she came down, coaxing new shudders and a spine arch, her pitiful cry of pleasure filling the room. He nipped the pointed bud between his teeth, a hiss leaving her lips before dissolving into a drawn out moan. He soothed the sting with a gentle lave of his tongue, suckling and Frenching her nipple until she gave his cock a fresh waterfall.
She rocked her hips as he switched to the other one, humping against him slow at first before growing more excited, snapping her hips forward and back, circling to rub her clit against his pelvis.
She stiffened abruptly, wrapping her arms around his head, smothering him fully in the process as she came.
That was the last one daddy was gonna take.
He’d let her play long enough.
A man could only take so much edging.
She squealed as he jackknifed up, plucked her off his dick and tossed her to mattress. Gripping her hips, he flipped her to her stomach, then draped her damp legs outside of his. Fisting his slippery soaked cock, he slapped his throbbing meat against her wet hole, relishing the filthy splashing sound the collusion produce before pressing inside her welcoming heat.
She twitched as he impaled her, ass wiggling enticingly, thighs spasming on either sides of his.
Lodged halfway inside her tight channel, Naruto spanned her waist, pulling her down until she
“Ride,” he growled, swatting her left ass cheek.
“Yes daddy,” she breathed, flinching as the sting made her plump flesh ripple and redden.
He tagged her ass again, pleased and horny to an obscene degree.
“Squat, baby,” he instructed huskily, running his hands over her rear end, “hold onto my legs and bounce.”
Rising shakily, Hinata gained her footing, her trembling hands using his shins for leverage as she popped a squat in his lap, a long, tortured mewl leaving her throat as she slowly sank down his wide pipe.
Panting, she rested on his groin, hesitating briefly.
“Up and down,” he crooned, leaning up to roll her nipples as he spoke, “the way daddy showed you earlier.”
Her first bounces were wobbly, her rhythm uneven, but as he toyed with her nipples, then swirled her moist clit, she took to it like a fish to water, dropping down hard and fast, over and over until her ass clapped with each bounce. Reaching for one of her furry, girly pillows, Naruto tucked it at his back, then reclined, exhaling bliss as he settled in to watch her ride.
It was a beautiful collection of shiny hair, sweaty skin and jiggling flesh.
A pretty body flush tying it all together.
His stomach clenched as she added a slow hip swivel on a down stroke that sucked at the root of his cock and wet his groin, the raised muscles lining his abdomen wound so tight his six pack definition deepened as though outline by marker.
A sharp hiss left his lips, lungs heaving as he fought the urge to climax.
How goddamn pathetic.
In the span of a month where they spent nearly every moment they could steal fucking like rabbits, Hinata had adjusted nearly completely to his ‘monster cock’ as she called it, excluding certain angles that apparently made his cock almost too much to take and even that didn’t stop her, while Naruto, fully experienced forty-year-old Naruto was still struggling not to nut all over the walls of her cum snatching pussy more often than he should.
Her tortured moan filled the room, her frantic ride slowing to a trembling glide.
She was struggling to at least.
“You love daddy’s cock?” he muttered, swatting her bottom.
“I love daddy’s cock!” she mewled.
Fuck he loved hearing that.
“Then ride it like you fuckin love it,” he growled, reaching for her long dark hair, wrapping it around his fist like the reigns of horse. He pulled just enough to bow her sweaty spine, peppering her bouncing ass with hard smacks with his other in a physical demand to pick up the pace.
She moved faster, bouncing up and down in time to his smacking hand, trilling bliss as he lit her ass on fire.
It wasn’t enough.
Releasing his dark tress reigns, he reached for hips instead, dug his feet into the mattress and pounded upward, hard and fast, jolting her body with each drilling thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted in half hitched, half sobbed gasps, their cadence babbled in time with his brutal, “ fuck me daddy , oh god yes !”
She fell silent abruptly, though her juicy cunt was loud and clear.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, pumping through the slippery squeeze of her impending orgasm, “that’s it baby, cum for daddy.”
She listed forward, completely still but for the jolting of his merciless thrusts shaking her like a rag doll. Her back arched, head tilting back until her damp tresses tickled his chin and chest, wheezing half breaths leaving her chest as though she were asthmatic and in need of an inhaler.
He touched her, finding her clit and rubbing in sloppy circles.
She broke.
Shattering painfully in a series of wet, vicious contractions and a shrill scream the entire complex surely heard.
He fucked her through it, holding on to her shuddering body.
His strength the only thing between her and a full on face plant onto the bed. He closed his eyes, breathing harshly as he hovered on the edge of nirvana.
He felt her breathless seconds later.
Her tender hand cupped his balls as he fucked her, playing with them the way he taught her.
Soft grip, gentle even squeezes, cup and caress, clutch and release, then back to gentle squeezes. She had it down to a science, each touch deliberate and attentive, stimulating his scrotum with the warmth of her palms and delicate, pillow soft fingers.
His buttocks clenched as orgasm climbed up his shaft.
He pressed her down abruptly and pulled, gaining his knees as he pumped his cock, lungs heaving heavy as he painted her ass cheeks in hot white streaks.
Relief…
Sweet orgasmic relief swept him from head to toe.
Exhaling harshly, he curled over her, fists to the mattress on either side of her shuddering, panting body, his own trembling form suspended above her.
His racing pulse began to slow, his wet cock softening.
When he felt his soul return to his body, he lifted himself back to his knees, panting softly as he cupped both of her heavy rear cheeks in his hands, jiggling her cum painted ass then squeezing the cushy underside.
Hinata had the most amazing ass.
Round and tight. Big and juicy.
He wanted to-
“You can if you want,” she murmured, flexing her rosebud at him in case he was confused.
She was a bold little thing, down for anything, never finding a time, position or apparently orifice she didn’t like taking his cock.
“You’re playing with fire little girl,” he muttered gruffly, though not denying he wanted to.
She gave him a cheeky smile and pretty pink blush, her lilac eyes teasing because she knew just how bad he wanted to cram her ass full of cock…knew that he’d eventually cave and pound her little asshole until they were both tapped out.
Most of the time she was a cute little ball of putty in his more experienced hands, but there were other times where she knew just how to push his buttons and tie him into a thousand knots.
A week and two days of texting, sexting, dick pics and naked tit snapshots was all it took for her to wear down his resolve and drag him back between her thighs, setting a new record and simultaneously booting his month long attempt to give up ramen from its number one spot. Proving that, when she wanted something bad enough, she pulled out every trick in the book to get it.
“Cuddle?” she murmured softly, sliding her toes along his calf.
“Lift up, let me take the dirty sheets and towels off first.”
Putting down ‘squirt catches’ aka easy wash sheets and towels when they had sex was a must, that or be at the laundromat every other day…
Once he’d chucked the dirty fabric, he wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked her into his side.
He stroked her hip and arm, feeling more peaceful than he had in years.
“It’s dripping,” she whispered, and he knew she was talking about his semen still splattered on her skin, “feels good,” she continued, pelting his chin and scruffy jaw with kisses.
His loins stirred, but even worse, his chest made some funny flips as she loved on him.
He was fuckin up…he knew that.
He was fuckin up and she wasn’t making this any easier on him.
They were exclusive, his mind said girlfriend when referring to her and he didn’t correct her the first time she called him boyfriend or any time after. He’d been trying to pretend what was happening wasn’t happening, that what was between them was just amazing sex and nothing more. He should know better than to try and lie to himself, he was way too old to believe them.
“Can we go out next time?” she murmured, tracing his birthmarks, smiling that smile that always caused the funny not so funny flips, “maybe to that park again, for a picnic this time.”
That was another red flag he was trying to ignore.
They went out together a handful of times, and though he didn’t call them dates, they both knew they were.
Public reactions was predictable, a few stares and double takes.
Men that seemed impressed, women with narrowed judgmental eyes.
But…he’d expected that, maybe that’s why it didn’t really bother him as much as it should. He was probably just used to being stared at, his birthmarks always attracted attention since kid to now from those that though his whiskers were too cute to be real to those that made up weird conspiracy theories about him being a half fox shapeshifting hybrid, or whatever the fuck Kiba called him back in their college days when the Inuzuka had been a tinfoil hat wearing ‘intellectual’.
It was more than tolerable, the stares. Quickly forgotten as their date wore on.
It was hard to pay anything else any mind when Hinata was around.
She hogged his attention like a glutton, preening under his bright blue spotlights, and refusing to leave him peace when she wasn’t nearby.
It was getting harder and harder to be away from her.
She had him in knots, though he’d never tell her that.
When they weren’t fucking like rabbits they enjoyed each other’s unique company. He showed her ‘classic’ shit he vibed with, things way before her time, and she showed him things she’d grown with, things too new for his time, though, he had to admit, he loved experiencing new things with her, even if they were only new to him
Some of the things he was into now were too embarrassing to be spoken of out loud.
That goddamn anime he told his son would rot his brain, well, it was rotting his too because he was into it. Not so much the weird part, more of the action and gore genre. He’d originally dismissed it as cartoons, and though both of them were too old for it, but he quickly learned, there was a vast difference between anime and cartoons.
And…
He’d never been a picnic before.
“Yeah,” he whispered, “we’ll have a picnic, ‘ttebayo.”
-
They cleaned up half an hour later, and it was on her little couch watching brain rot that he asked her what he’d wanted to ask her for a couple days now.
“Spend summer break with me,” he murmured, sliding his hands down her calves to the itty bitty feet in his lap.
She jerked, wide eyes snapping to him.
“But-”
“The boys are gonna be gone for the summer. Boruto’s going to my parent’s house and Konohamaru’s going out of town firs two weeks with a group of friends, then my godfather’s gonna pick him up since he lives in the same town and have him work at his dojo the rest of the summer,” he explained, running his fingers up and down her calves again, “dunno if you have shit planned-”
“F-for the whole summer break?” she breathed, rising excitement illuminating her, wide, pretty moonstone eyes.
“If you want t-”
He grunted as she launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck, lips finding his. If that wasn’t stimulatingly adorable enough, her tongue sliding into his mouth definitely set him on fire.
“Guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he muttered when she let him breathe.
“Yes daddy,” she whispered against his lips, her little hand sliding past the waistband of his boxers, “I’d love to spend all summer long with you…”
-
It was official, his dad was definitely seeing someone.
Konohamaru had had his suspicions for weeks now, all the texting, the requests for Konohamaru to stay home and watch Boruto until late into the night without his dad telling him where he was going and for how long, something that was extremely rare before, but along side the strange behavior, there was one incident that really sold it.
On his way to grab a bowl of cereal and head out to his morning class, Konohamaru stumbled upon a conversation between his dad and little brother.
His dad had been in the middle of changing his shirt when Boruto, ever the wild child especially on a Monday morning, burst into his room like an energetic whirlwind to ask a question that was completely forgotten as he got a look at his father’s bruised tanned skin.
“Hey dad, you got marks all over you, ‘ttebasa!” Boruto had shouted as Konohamaru neared the open door of his father’s bedroom door, “are those mosquito bites, dad? They look really big and red! Are they itchy?”
“Boruto, didn’t we talk about privacy?” his dad answered back, turning as he yanked his shirt down, though not before Konohamaru got a good look at the ‘mosquito bites’ all over his neck and torso, “knock first and wait for an answer…and yes, they’re mosquito bites, dattebayo.”
Even if Konohamaru was dumb or had never seen a hickey before, his dad’s verbal tic after that lie gave him away immediately.
“I don’t know, they look kinda funny to me, dad,” Konohamaru goaded, a cheeky grin on his lips, “never seen any mosquito bites like that. Actually, they kinda look like hick-”
“Konohamaru,” his dad growled, though the telltale red staining his nose and cheeks told him he’d hit the bullseye.
“You know dad, you don’t have to hide her,” he teased, “I mean, if she’s leaving her marks on you then-”
“Out, both of you,” the fluster father directed, pointing first at Boruto as he directed, “school time, get those teeth brushed so we can leave,” then at Konohamaru, “instead of teasing your old man, you could be getting some studying in, your last test scores could use a lot more work than you’ve been putting in, dattebayo.”
“Hey!”
“Hey nothing, you need to buckle down and smarten up,” Naruto told him, shutting his dresser draw and making his way to the offended teen, “I know college is fun and all, I might be old now but I was your age once. Partied just as hard as you, but I regret not taking school serious. Would’ve made my life a hell of a lot easier if I’d gotten my degree the first time I went. Don’t be like your old man, take it serious.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” the teen huffed, “you’re avoiding the question with a lecture, dad.”
“No I’m not.”
“You so are.”
“You didn’t ask me a question to avoid in the first place,” Naruto pointed out, blonde brow raised in that smug inflection of ‘gotcha’ Konohamaru couldn’t stand, “now, get to class. Boruto teeth.”
And that was the end of that discussion.
Dad hadn’t brought anyone around since him and their mom divorced, but Konohamaru knew he dated or at least, hooked up in his free time every once in a while, and when asked, he’d just shrug and say, ‘nobody important’ or ‘ nobody you need to worry about’. The fact that his dad wouldn’t say anything about her, said more than if he had confessed that there was someone. This lady had to be something special to his dad if she had him behaving like this.
Ever since then, he’d been really trying to find out who this lady was that had his father wrapped around her finger, but, no luck.
Dad was as silent as a graveyard on that front…
“Hey, Hinata! Wanna go to lunch at the cafe across the street?”
Konohamaru perked up, tuning back into the here and now.
He blinked.
Oh. Class was over.
He looked over at the two girls talking a few chairs away from him. Hinata was stuffing her books in her bag, looking like a porcelain princess in her drool-worthy sundress, Ino at her side with her back to him.
“No, sorry, Ino, I’m going back home to study.”
A dramatic sigh followed that announcement, then teasing complaints, “here we go again, you know, for the last two months you’re always rushing off to ‘study’ and sure, you’re a cutely little nerd that always has her head in a book normally, but not to this extent. I’m starting to think you’re running off to meet up with some secret boyfriend you haven’t told me about.”
He sure the fuck hoped not.
Summer break was coming up in a few days and he needed to make a serious play for her before it started.
He’d gotten a chance to spend time with her.
Well.
Not really since they were surrounded by other classmates and working on a group presentation for class, but still, it was closer than he’d gotten to her in a whole year. At first, she’d been really standoffish with him and only him. Not in a rude way though, he’d never seen Hinata ever be a jerk, kind of like she was guarded, like she was afraid to speak to him.
Now.
Konohamaru watched a lot of anime and read a lot of manga, and he wasn’t trying to say he got all of his dating/relationship tips and advice from either one but, every time there was a female character in either that was like Hinata, shy, soft spoken and sweet, every time that character had had a crush they’d act funny. Like faint or run away from the guy they liked, and he’d sorta kinda looked at her behavior in the same light, and took it as a positive that she was acting weird with him.
Not to mention, she blushed really hard when he looked at her sometimes, or got really startled when he walked up to her, though, she only seemed to get like that when she was on her phone.
Kinda quirky, but, maybe she had secret pictures of him on there…
And maybe he was taking this whole anime behavior too seriously.
Maybe dad was right, anime was slowly rotting his brain.
Anyway, it took a while for her to get comfortable with him, or less guarded he should say, and after the project was over, he didn’t go back to being invisible to her.
She waved and smiled when he said hey to her before class. And even though he was the one to initiate them, she’d talk to him a little while like she did at the party. He felt like they were getting closer, but a painfully slow snail’s pace. He was ready to pick up the pace, full steam ahead as dad would say.
Hinata was the girl for him, he was sure of it.
Even though she was mostly quiet, she really, really funny, and smart as hell, definitely smarter than him, and maybe it went without saying but she was so goddamn hot. Super hot, like a certain type of actress that was naked on screen majority of time, hot. He tried to focus on the smart, funny, kind part of her, because the hot part created a really embarrassing reaction in his pant and it didn’t take a genius to realize most girls frowned on being chatted up by a guy with boner straining his zipper.
“I-I don’t…” Hinata sputtered, drawing his attention again.
“Fine, but if I find out later you were actually rushing home to get your back blown out by some hot stud instead of studying, I’m gonna be pissed.”
“Ino!!”
With that comment nearly souring his mood, Konohamaru grabbed his bag and stood up.
Ino sighed as he neared, rolling her eyes as she pulled Hinata into a hug, “alright, suit yourself then. Text me if you change your mind, kay?”
“Okay,” Hinata muttered, face the shade of a traffic light on red.
“Later!” with that, the blabber mouth, no chill, college gossip sashayed from the classroom.
Leaving him and Hinata alone in the classroom.
Now was his chance!
Dad wasn’t going to be the only man in the house with a girlfriend!
Waving at his buddy, Konohamaru started up the walkway of his house.
“Hey,” he greeted the flustered woman.
“Oh, Konohamaru,” she murmured, “hi…did you need something? Class is over so-”
“Uh, yeah, I mean no, not need something just, uh, wanted to talk to you about something,” he stumbled, “if you got a minute?”
She seemed like she wanted to say no, but her mouth said, “sure…”
‘Okay, here we go,’ he thought, doing his best to tamp down on the queasiness in his stomach.
“So uh, you know Ino invites a bunch of us up to her family’s summer home for the first two weeks of summer, I didn’t get to go last time, I had a summer job, but this year I can.”
“Oh…that’s nice,” Hinata said kindly, though it was clear she was confused as to what she was supposed to do with the information, “I went last year, and it was a lot of fun.”
“Yeah, I heard and you two are really good friends, so I guess I’ll uh, see you at Ino’s beach house this summer?”
“Oh, no, I won’t be going this year.”
Shit…
Shit !
“O-oh, that sucks. Was it because you don’t have a ride or something? I’m actually carpooling with a couple of people in our class, you can come with us if you want.”
Please say yes!
That’d be even better than having to catch her at the event. He’d get a seat next to her on the four hour drive even if he had to elbow a few people out of the way.
She shook her head, responding again, very kindly, “no, but thank you. I actually have other plans this summer.”
Her eyes got soft as she said that, all girly cute, and Hinata, it wasn’t just cute, it was sexy.
Fuck…
His brain scrambled for a plan B.
“So, listen, I’ve actually…been trying to talk to you for a while,” a bashful chuckle left his lips as he indulged his father’s age old habit of rubbing his hand against the back of his head, “since first year actually but I never had the ball- I mean courage to just come out and say it. I kept making excuses or got really, really nervous and I kept dragging my feet and-”
And now he was putting his foot in his mouth and Hinata looked really confused, and kinda ready to bolt.
‘Spit it out dumbass!’ he yelled at himself.
“What I mean is…I really like you, Hinata.”
Her pretty pearl eyes grew wide, her pretty lush lips parting.
“And I’d like to get to know you better, ya know? Like on a date, ya know?” he cringed inwardly at that second ‘ya know’, “a-and if we hit off, I could stay in town over the summer, that way we can spend some time together before the semester starts up again.”
She looked a bit alarmed at that last part…
Not a good sign.
Fuck that was a bad sign.
An awkward silence permeated their air around them, the wide open classroom suddenly feeling more stifling and claustrophobic than a storage room closet.
“O-oh, u-um,” she finally stammered, face aflame, looking more uncomfortable than he’d ever seen someone in his life.
Her eyes ducked his, her body moving as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
He already knew the answer before she said.
Already feeling whirls of dejection and disappointment creeping through him. He braced himself for rejection, to look and feel like an unattractive idiot trying to get a girl way out of his league.
“I-I’m really sorry, Konohamaru,” she murmured, piercing him right in the heart as she fidgeted with a strand of her beautiful black hair, “I-I appreciate your confession but, I’m um…already seeing someone, so…”
What?
“Oh…” disbelief broke through his disappointment for a moment, “I’m not um, calling you a liar or anything but…I overheard your conversation with Ino…”
He let the rest hang, letting her read the silence.
“O-oh,” she murmured, looking painfully embarrassed, “I-I just…want to keep my relationship to myself for now and Ino can be…”
A blabber mouth.
It made sense.
Ino’s comment replayed in his head.
He felt a bit sick.
“Ah, hahah, I see,” he bullshitted through a laugh as fake as waxed fruit, “that’s uh, that’s too bad. He must be a really good guy to uh, get you to go out with him. Definitely luckier than me to get a girl like you ya know and uh…”
Okay, he was making this even more awkward.
He didn’t know why he was trying to pretend he wasn’t bothered, that none of this was a big deal to him. Maybe because he hadn’t thought it would be, it wasn’t like he didn’t mess around in the nearly year and half he’d been trying to work up the balls to get close to the girl that caught and wouldn’t let go of his attention, but now that he was officially being turned down, that she was essentially out of his reach for as long as her relationship lasted, it actually really stung…
Actually…
…it kinda hurt.
Maybe… it wasn’t that he thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to get rejected, rather, like some kinda cheesy romance movie, he’d thought it was inevitable that he’d come out on top, dream girl at his side.
Neither scenario was coming to fruition apparently.
The unforeseen third option was blasting him instead.
“Um, well, I should get going, ya know?” he muttered, adjusting his bag on his shoulder unnecessarily as he made a quick exit, “see you around…”
Though he knew he wasn’t talking loud enough for her to hear that last part.
-
Konohamaru sighed heavily, rolling his suitcase behind him. The bus home had been long and uncomfortable. He got squished in his window seat by a huge guy that should have bought two, and the man snored so loud he’d barely been able to hear his music. He was tired, and all he wanted to do was go to bed.
Fishing his key from his pocket, Konohamaru unlocked his front door.
He hadn’t even stepped fully inside when he heard the noise.
Rhythmic banging, a squeaking bed upstairs, his father’s low groans and a woman’s high pitched cries.
He froze.
No way…
No fuckin way!
Grabbing his hanging earbuds, Konohamaru stuffed them in his ears and turned them all the way up.
Gross!
So fucking gross !
Konohamaru was an adult, sure, he’d had the sex talk with his day years ago, he spoke openly to him when he became sexually active. It wasn’t like he was a naive kid. He knew his dad wasn’t celibate, but he sure as fuck never wanted to hear it confirmed! It’d take him years to push that knowledge to the far, unused corner of his mind where it belonged!
He closed the door, locked it and headed upstairs to his room with caution, peeking up the stairs, and breathing a sigh of relief to see his dad’s door was closed at least.
Thank crap for small miracles.
This whole situation was kinda surreal. Dad never brought women home to visit or to do… that .
Konohamaru ducked into his room and closed the door.
This was kind of his fault. He hadn’t told his dad he was coming home three days early, only because dad would have chewed his ear off about not staying the whole time to help pervy grandpa out. Pervy grandpa didn’t really need help though, yeah he was pushing ninety but he moved like he was still in his sixties, he still trained students for fucks sake.
There wasn’t much for Konohamaru to do, and he was bored stupid most of the time.
Wouldn’t make any difference if he was there or not.
Pulling his chair from his computer desk, Konohamaru threw himself into.
This was the worst summer he’d ever had.
The girl he liked was dating someone else and probably thought he was a fuckin idiot.
Moegi was upset with him again, shouting at him for moping over the ‘Hyuuga girl’ and was actively ignoring him.
The beach blowout at Ino’s had only made things worse because it seemed like everybody was pairing up with each other and he was one of the few odd men out, and he didn’t know how, though he suspected Ino, but somehow everybody knew he’d struck out with Hinata right before summer break.
And now this.
Coming home from a shitty three months to his dad banging some chicks brains out.
His luck really sucked lately.
Still…
As gross as his current situation was, he still wanted to know who the woman his dad was messing around with was and this was probably the best opportunities to get a peek at her.
Hopefully his dad would hurry up and…finish.
Konohamaru gagged.
Okay, he seriously needed a distraction.
Glancing at the stack of books he’d put off, and the homework attached to it, Konohamaru sighed defeatedly.
Guess he’d study.
How lame was that? Add it on to his shitty summer break.
He got up and cracked his door a little bit, just so he could see the light from his father’s room when he opened the door.
It was another hour before that happened and he almost missed it staring at his textbook.
He closed his book and set it down, popping his earbuds out as he stood, watching two shadows obscure the light in the hall.
Got him!
He opened the door and stepped into the hall…
It took him a moment to piece together what he was seeing, then delete it only to get the same answer again.
There was no denying it…
His dad wasn’t wearing a shirt and his tan skin was dotted with hickeys and lined with thin scratches.
And the woman responsible…was Hinata…
His classmate Hinata.
His college crush Hinata was…wearing his dad’s shirt and only his dad’s shirt.
Her dark hair was the most wild he’d ever seen it, even on a windy day, her neck, her upper chest visible above the neckline of his dad’s shirt and a spot on her inner thigh near her knee sported matching hickeys, though the one on her inner thigh was blazing bright red alongside the fading imprint of fingers he knew belong to his father.
Hinata’s giggle as his dad- his dad!- wrapped his arms around her, interlacing their fingers at her belly and kissed the hallow between her neck and shoulder finally snapped him into action.
“Wh-wh-what the hell is going on dad?!” he shouted, staring wide eyed at what had to be a really wild nightmare, or residue from the mushrooms he tried at the beach bash.
The pair stilled, both sets of eyes flashing to him as he popped their lovey dovey bubble.
“Shit…” his father muttered, unwinding her from his embrace, but keeping their fingers interlaced.
“You’re screwing my classmate!” Konohamaru burst, waving his arms around at his father before turning to the woman flame faced at his dad’s side, “a classmate I’ve been trying to get a date with since forever but apparently picked my dad over me!”
He’d never been so embarrassed in his life!
No wonder she didn’t seem all that interested when he was talking to her at the party.
No wonder she kept asking him questions about his dad!
And holy fuck, the guy she claimed she was in a relationship was his own goddamn father!
How was he ever gonna live this down?
How was he ever gonna be able to look either of them in the eye again?!
“Konohamaru-” his dad started.
“What the hell is going on dad?” he cut in, “is this like, are you like having a mid-life crisis or something?! She’s the same age as me! Nineteen dad! You’re forty-years-old! What the fu-”
“I know that,” his father sighed, before quietly admitting, “I didn’t expect this to really turn into anything.”
The words seemed to upset the silent woman at his side, and his father, his dad that was fucking the girl he liked, brought her closer, his thumb stroking the snowy skin it could reach with their joined hands.
Casually .
Naturally !
Smack him in the face all over again that this… relationship wasn’t new.“
“You’re not saying what I think you’re saying are you?” Konohamaru gaped, “having my dream girl stolen by my dad is embarrassing enough, but tell me you’re not saying I’m gonna have a step mom the same age as me?!”
His father rubbed the back of his neck, looking sort of guilty and frustrated.
Nope.
Hell no!
He didn’t wanna hear anymore of this.
“Yeah…I’m gonna go spend the night at Udon’s now. I don’t know what the heck…this is,” he gestured in their direction, “but I don’t want any part of it.”
His father called his name but he kept going, pulling his phone out his pocket and finding Udon on his contact list.
This was officially, officially the worst summer break in the history of mankind!
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Gotta quit or this thing will turn into ‘long unfinished WIP number 15,787’ lol, but I hope you all enjoyed it.
Laters!
Sessakag~
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