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Fuck Around And Find Out	By : Sessakag Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 5659 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This turned out much longer than planned, but I did try and trim a bit, and cut a few corners to make it shorter!
PART 1
Uzumaki-san

“Dad…”
Hinata stopped short.
Moonstone hued eyes darted around the wooden boardwalk and surrounding beach, certain she’d heard a childish voice threaded through the jovial sound of rowdy beach-goers and tranquil crashing waves. Nothing stood out to her but she didn’t move on, tooting herself in place as she listened out again, straining her ears to catch the direction of the frightened call in case there really was a distressed child nearby.
“Dad,” the voice sniffled again, “where are you dad…”
She looked down, stepping back to peer through the worn wood beneath her, immediately locating the blonde-haired source of the weeping huddled against one of the support beams holding up the platform.
“I’m…I’m scared…”
She was moving before his next sniffle, retracing her steps back towards the pier-side food court, taking a hard right around the chunky boardwalk rail then carefully navigating her way down the step sandy incline the boardwalk was constructed over. She stumbled on the last stretch, startling the poor boy as her sandals lost traction and she let out a squeak of surprise, nearly losing her strawberry-vanilla swirl ice cream cone in the process in her fight with gravity to remain upright.
They young boy watched her clumsy descent. His big blue eyes wet wet and red, but one of his blonde brows were raised, his tear-streaked face a physical embodiment of the words ‘what the heck are you doing, lady?’ if she had ever seen it.
It was a pretty funny expression to see on a child so young, but considering the current circumstances, the embarrassed laugh never slipped past her lips.
Free of the incline and firmly grounded on land, Hinata opened her mouth-
“Are you okay? You almost fell down the hill, dattebasa!”
She blinked, thrown off this his very first question was the very one she’d been about to ask him.
This time, she couldn’t help but let loose a small giggle.
The look he gave her next was another ‘what the heck lady?’that nearly drew another giggle.
“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, I promise,” she told him with a bashful smile, stepping closer to his huddle, “it’s just, I was going to ask you if you were okay before you asked me. I heard you crying and-”
“I wasn’t crying!” the boy denied, wiping his face clear of tears as though she was not only deaf but blind too. Eyes mostly dry, he gave her a pouting frown that was just the right amount of adorable as he wiped his nose with a sandy forearm for good measure.
Pressing her lips together, she hid a smile.
Deja vu.
Hinata knew a thing or two about little kid pride, she didn’t have a younger brother but she did have a high-confidence sister five years her junior. Merely suggestion that Hanabi wasn’t tough as nails, even if she was caught red handed boo-hoo crying, was liable to goad the short-tempered girl into the mother of all tantrums.
“Oh, I must be hearing thing then, sorry,” Hinata played along, closing the distance between them,“well, when I looked down through the boardwalk I saw you down here and thought maybe you were loss and needed help?”
The situation seemed to dawn on the boy all over again, because, like the setting sun, his bright flare of temper dimmed to nothing. His little shoulders sagged, sand crusted fingers tugging at his lime-colored swim trunks as he muttered, “I…can’t find my dad…”
“If you want, I can help you find your dad.”
She might as well have said she’d bring him
“Here,” she murmured, stroking the blonde child’s beach soaked hair and handing him her untouched ice cream cone.
“But…that’s your ice cream…”
“I think you deserve this more than me,” her smile was kind as she held it out, “you’re had a pretty hard day today.”
He took the ice cream, but didn’t eat it.
“What’s wrong?” she questioned, sitting beside him, trying not to grimace as cold sand touched what bare flesh her bikini bottoms didn’t cover, “do you not like strawberry?”
“I like it but…won’t it make me colder?”
She should have thought about that, he was still wet and still sitting beneath the shady, somewhat breezy boardwalk. Shrugging off her white, mostly sheer long sleeve cover-up, Hinata draped it around his small shoulders. It was a little damp in a few spots, but she’d been walking around in the sun for a while, it was nearly fully dry and still a bit warm “there, that should keep you a little bit warmer.”
He dug in before she even finished, suddenly remembering his manners three licks in as he muttered a belated, “thanks lady.”
Bringing her knees to her chest, she watched him paint his mouth and chin in strawberry ice cream, wondering if the lines on his cheek were some kind of weird birthmark or the remnants of some sort of feline-themed face paint, “so how’d you get separated from your dad? Do you remember the last place you saw him?”
“Um…dad let me bury him in the sand,” the boy explained, taking a break from his messy snack, shoulders sagging, “and all the sand was making it hard for him to move so I went and got my bucket and dumped water on his head…like a joke… dad was wiping his face off when I ran to hide…I ran a long time cuz dad’s really fast. His legs are really long…dad always finds me when we play at home but…he didn’t find me this time, ‘ttebasa.”
“Do you remember where you two were, or remember anything around you two that’ll lead us in the right direction?”
“Ummm, we were in between two of the big chairs where the people that save people in the water sit.”
“Lifeguards?” she supplied.
“Yeah those,” he confirmed, going back to his rapidly melting ice cream, mouth full as he continued, “one was a lady, and the other one was guy.”
That made this search much easier.
She’d check every lifeguard tower and she could find his father first, and if not, then she’d have to find Ino and the gang to call the cops for help since her cell was dead at the moment.
“We’ll start there,” she said, standing to dust sand off her body before holding a hand out to the boy, “I’m Hinata, by the way, what’s your name?”
“Boruto,” he replied, finishing the last of the strawberry cone before gripping her hand to stand.
Nodding, Hinata tried her best not to grimace as his cold, sticky hand latched on to hers. Nothing good ol’ salty sea water couldn’t fix…
-
In the end, they didn’t find him, he found them.
Running across the bumpy sand in long, powerful strides only leg day twice a week at the gym could produce. The tightly cut lines and pronounced hills stacked on key parts of his tall frame, from mouth watering pecs, to thick pumping arms, to deliciously ridged abdominals, all worked together to carry his devastatingly masculine form quickly across the beach.
Time ground to a snails place around her as watched him move, like something out of that really old, 90s movie she could never remember the name of, the one Ino’s mother swore was an master piece.
Bay…something…she couldn’t really think at the moment.
Not when Boruto’s father was built like an Olympian athlete from her hottest daydream.
Not when Boruto’s father was exactly the type of man that shouldn’t get her wet but absolutely did.
Older, much older than her in a way that was objectively obvious to anyone looking, tall and brawny with a rough, rugged aesthetic…
She swallowed, feeling heavy, hotness settle in her lower stomach, nipples outlining the dark purple and lavender candy-cane-striped bikini top stretched across her breasts as he the blonde-haired, blue eyed man came closer and closer to them.
Hinata was a good girl.
She worked soup kitchens on holidays, she participated in every neighborhood charity under the sun and babysat every child on her block, but, there was no denying her mind was the opposite too often in the worst situation.
While her girlfriends gushed over young studs and fresh faced actors, Hinata was gushing over the fathers of their friends group.
Aburame-san and Yamanaka-san.
Nara-san…her first post-puberty crush alerting her that something was very, very wrong with her.
It wasn’t until she dated and fumbled through a painful, humiliating first time with her first and only real boyfriend that she learned this wasn’t a phase, that she couldn’t force her body to respond to boys her age despite society telling her she was supposed to. The only time she’d ever get a little wet was when Mr. Nara spoke to her or stood close enough for her to feel the heat of his tall body, and even that little bit of moisture was more than her poor boyfriend Choji could coax from her.
And it wasn’t his fault.
It was hers.
She was just…different.
Weird…
A filthy deviant with perverted desires, her father would probably say if he had any idea.
Beneath her outwardly ordinary, goody-two-shoes persona, there was something in her, something that would chain her to her knees at the alter praying for forgiveness if her pastor ever found out.
“Dad!”
She came back to herself as the boy dropped her hand and ran for his father. A foot away, he launched himself skyward, clearly secure in his belief that his father would catch him. And he did, with an ease that spoke of familiarity, as though they’d done this over and over again though probably in less harrowing circumstances.
“Boruto!” he called running for his mini-me, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you’ ttebayo!”
She felt his voice in a place she shouldn’t, deep and rough like a caress of his big hands.
Baritone with twinge of a rasp…
She could imagine it rumbling at her ear, his big body at her back, legs bracketing hers as his hand slid into her panties and he showed her how it felt to be touched by a man…
Face the shade of red wine, Hinata made a concerted effort clamp down on her wayward imagination, refocusing on the situation at hand. Her…strange proclivities were inappropriate enough, but to indulge them while a father and son were reunited was a low point even a deviant like her didn’t want to reach.
She took a stabling breath, patently ignoring the growing moisture her overzealous lady part was producing.
The blonde man wrapped his arms around a now smiling Boruto, hugging him so tight she feared for the boy’s lungs. The father spoke quietly to him, stroking his sunny hair, hugging him again before placing him on his hip. It was with a side by side comparison that their likeness was highlighted to a startling degree. Whoever Boruto’s mother was had given him very little of herself in terms of facial features, because Boruto was one-thousand percent all his father.
She hadn’t asked Boruto but now she knew his cheeks weren’t covered in paint because his father shared his unique birth mark, though, his father had one extra line underneath.
She couldn’t help but smile at that.
It really was very cute.
“Hinata found me, dad,” Boruto announced with a happy grin, pointing directly at her, “she gave me ice cream and helped me find you, ‘ttebasa!”
Hinata swallowed, fiddling with a long strand of her hanging over her shoulder, tingling all over as the man fixed his sharp sapphire eyes on her.
-
Naruto followed his son’s arm to the woman he’d only briefly took notice of in the midst of the chaotic storm of his heart-pounding parental panic. Boruto hadn’t just been standing next to her, he realized as his mind caught up, he’d been holding her hand, bouncing at her side as he caught sight of his father. He gazed over the girl, taking in the telltale youthfulness of her face, the innocence of adolescence clinging to her flushed faced, thankful his boy had found himself in the hands of this nice girl rather than some weird, perverted stranger he’d have to break in half later.
“Hinata,” he addressed the teen, closing the sandy distance between, “thanks for saving my boy, dattebayo.”
“I-It’s no problem…um…”
“Naruto,” he introduced himself with a belated, grateful head bow, “Naruto Uzumaki, and this is my son Boru-”
“I already told her my name, dad!” Boruto butted-in, rolling his eyes at his father.
Sighing at his wayward spawn, but too relived to correct his rudeness, Naruto merely ruffled his sandy hair, “alright, alright, settle down, buddy.”
“Boruto was very brave through everything,” she replied quietly, smiling at his son before turning her very pretty lilac eyes to him, though they dropped to her purple painted toes as her cheeks pinked, “I-I’m just glad we were able to find you, Uzumaki-san.”
His lips curled at the open display of shyness, relieved all over again that she was the one that found his knuckle headed mini-me.
The girl wouldn’t hurt a fly, he was sure.
“Me too,” he murmured, chest aching as he highlight reel of every horrific possibility he’d run through in the last forty-five minutes ran through his head, “if there’s any way I can repay you for-”
Boruto gave an excited spasm in his father’s arm, one Naruto was used to and subconsciously prepared for since the little bundle of energy didn’t hit the sand ground, “I know dad, you can make her your ultimate, amazing Uzumaki special! Everybody loves that!”
“Boruto, sit-”
“T-That’d be great,” the girl cut in, “I’d love to have dinner with you guys,” the girl cut in.
Dinner?
He hadn’t thought she’d entertain Boruto’s rash suggestion, not only that, he was sure his son hadn’t meant them all sitting down to eat at a table. If he went with Boruto’s suggestion, he imagined he’d just make his slightly above average ramen and hand it off to her some time during the week.
Dinner was out of the question unless her parents came along. Inviting an underage girl alone to his house, even with his two children present, wasn’t exactly appropriate, no matter the circumstances.
“I don’t have a problem having you over for dinner,” Naruto explained, shifting his little monster higher on his hip, “it’s the least I could do, ya know, but you’ll have to ask your parents if-”
“I’m nineteen…Uzumaki-san,” she murmured, shifting weight on her sandals, and maybe he was hearing shit but there was a strange inflection on ‘Uzumaki-san’ that sounded kinda…intimate.
At forty-years-old, Naruto knew women, and while he’d married young and divorced somewhat recently, he’d played the field before his marriage and after its end.
He knew their subtle vibes.
He knew how they sounded in different situations…
He probably just had something stupid in his ears, could be the news that he wasn’t talking to a teenage girl he assumed she was.
Nineteen floated around his head again, switching on a bulb in his brain that hadn’t been activated as he recovered his son from this kind stranger, and for the first time since meeting her, his eyes dipped below her young face.
Lower legs dusted in sand, dark hair still damp and curling around her the soft looking pale skin it touched, Hinata, nineteen-year-old Hinata looked like a beached mermaid without her tail.
She filled out like woman for sure, heavy breasts, little waist, wide hips and shapely legs, though he couldn’t really use those physical attributes as an indication of her age. Girls these days were developing far faster than they had in his day, unfortunately.
Sometimes it was hard to tell.
Naruto wasn’t a ‘like em young’ type guy, every woman he dated or hooked up with were his age, the gap no wider than two to three years, but…he was a red blooded man with a healthy sexual appetite. Appreciating the lush form of a, albeit young, but legal adult wasn’t anything he beat himself up about.
Checking out a woman wasn’t a capital offense, nor was it some crime against nature.
It was normal, natural and harmless.
Wasn’t like he was going to get involved with her anyway.
She was way too young for him.
“Then you’re welcome to sit down for dinner with us, dattebayo.”
-
Naruto started rethinking this whole ‘thank you’ dinner thing the moment Hinata showed up to his door nearly an hour late to his house.
It wasn’t that she was late, in fact, she texted him politely before hand, replying to his initial text of his street address, telling him she had an unexpected flat and that a friend would drop her off and drive her car back after replacing the tire. He offered to reschedule but she insisted on coming, explaining that Spring Break was nearly over for college students, and she’d be incredibly busy as the semester started up again and she had really been looking forward to his ramen, though she apologized if waiting for her was inconvenient and would go back home if he’d prefer.
Wasn’t really inconvenient for him, it was his six-year-old that was already starting to sag at his ‘Hinata lookout’ post on the couch, that was being inconvenienced.
Boruto was a wild child, energetic and rowdy, taking after his old man in his youth.
But Boruto also liked his sleep. When the sun went down, Boruto went down, and having her arrive an hour late was cutting it close to his bedtime regardless if Naruto extended the it or not. Boruto was gonna sleep when Boruto was gonna sleep and if he had to do that face first in a bowl of ramen, well, that’s just what he was gonna do.
Despite knowing Boruto most likely wouldn’t make it through dinner, Naruto told her to head over anyway if she wanted.
Hard to turn down the person that saved your child.
She showed up, they sat down with Boruto to eat, just the three of them because of course his eldest son, also nineteen, couldn’t be bothered to show up at all, let alone on time, not that Naruto hadn’t expected him to skip out. Konohamaru was in that phase where he wanted to get out and experience the world as a freshly made adult, and hanging around family would cramp his style.
They talked and ate, or well, Boruto talked mostly, hogging the conversation and asking Hinata a million questions and offering her more information about Naruto and their family than he should, but Naruto did learn a lot about her in the process of the Boruto whirlwind.
Engineering major, second year of college, a little shy at times but pretty down to earth for a girl her age.
Boruto stayed up a half hour longer than Naruto thought he would, but he could understand why. They did have a good time.
Great conversation, delicious food, good vibes.
All of that was fine.
Where it went wrong was the moment Boruto went down for the count.
When Hinata showed up, she was dressed very modestly despite the way her lavender floral dress traced the enticing coke bottle shape of her body, the hem set just above her knees, something rare for for teenage girls let alone a newly anointed adult. Throughout dinner, her arms and torso was encased in a jean jacket that lent an even more innocent air to her outfit.
When he came back downstairs minus his snoring offspring her milky white shoulders and equally snowy breasts greeted him.
It was then that he knew he hadn’t had something stupid in his ears at the beach.
Well shit…
He had two choices here.
Address what he suspected was a passing crush of a young woman, or ignore it and end the night when he could.
He pulled for the latter.
She didn’t like that plan, clearly, because she spent the next half hour driving him crazy.
Subtle, eyelash heavy glances, her dark hair always somehow slipping over her shoulder to curl around her cleavage, even the sensual way she sucked down his noodles seemed deliberate. Uzumaki-san sounded like a breathless moan on her plump lips, and when she followed it up with a swipe of her little tongue across her pink lips this time, Naruto had to call a time out.
“You want any more ramen?” he questioned mid-conversation, reaching under the table to subtle adjust his heavy crotch, “there’s half a pot left.”
Hinata glanced down at her bowl, then blinked back him. Though blushing brighter than a tomato, she nodded.
Grabbing his bowl and hers, he took the dishes and made his way to the kitchen.
He needed a minute.
There was only so much a man could take.
He spent the next two minutes talking himself out of the throbbing erection pushing against his zipper and failing, before shifting to renew his resolve to ignore the sexual tension. Exhaling, he picked up his bowl from the counter next to the sink and turned to the stove.
He stopped short.
Hinata stood not far from him.
“Uzumaki-san…” she whispered, face flushed, “you know…don’t you…?”
Yeah he knew…
“That I want…”
She didn’t finish, but then, she didn’t really need to.
Gripping the stretchy material of her bodice, she pulled it down until the heavy weight of her soft pink tipped tits were illuminated beneath the fluorescence of his kitchen light.
Fuck…
He ran a hand over his mouth.
Fuck.
He couldn’t be blamed for this, could he?
The moment her jean jacket bit the dust he’d made a decision to ignore the signals, to maintain his hands off stance all night, dancing around the slow creep of attraction buzzing between them, more for her sake than his but…if she wanted this as bad he wanted it, he’d give it to her.
His eyes dipped to her naked breast, sharp blue eyes catching the slight, mouthwatering jiggle each of her quick, aroused breaths created.
Fuck would he give it to her.
He’d give her exactly what she didn’t know she was asking for.
Pushing away from the sink, he closed the distance between them, cock throbbing with every step across his tiled floor.
He wasn’t a teenage boy to be played around with, he was a man in every since of the word, and tonight he’d make sure she knew the difference.
Her breath hitched as he wrapped a hand around her nape, and pulled her into a heated kiss.
Fuckin finally getting to taste her mouth, he spared himself any semblance of limitation.
His brawny arms circled her tiny waist, smashing her chest to his, swallowing her surprised gasp down as he mapped the soft wet confines of her mouth, sucking on her lower lips before taking her mouth again, leading her tongue when she struggled to keep up.
She wasn’t a bad kisser but there was a lot she didn’t know.
He’d teach her that too. Later. When his balls didn’t feel like they were gonna explode if he didn’t relieve the pressure.
Fuck when was the last time he felt like this?
He moved them, backing her up until her back hit his fridge, knocking a box of cereal from the top onto the floor in the process, not that either of them cared. Sucking on her tongue, he ran his hands up the back of her thighs, to the peach he hadn’t gotten to see enough of. He pawed both cheeks, squeezing and lifting as he pressed his hard, jean covered cock in the cradle of her thighs. He could feel her heat already, the hot moisture seeping probably seeping into his jeans already as she ground against his straining bulge.
She was wet, he knew, even if the material of his clothes kept him from feeling it.
The smell of her arousal was hard to miss.
Giving her plump ass one last appreciative squeeze, he ran his hands up her body, velvety skin and the rougher material of her dress passing under his palms until he reached his destination, the culprits that single handedly tipped the scales.
The perky melons pressed against his pecs.
He filled his hands with firm, squishy flesh, he molded their shape and softness in his work-roughened hands, tracing her coral hued areola before capturing her distended nipples between his forefinger and thumb. Her moan vibrated his mouth as he rolled and tugged them leisurely, testing their sensitivity, how tight she liked them gripped.
He tightened his hold on her nipples until she gasped, easing off then engaging her mouth in another dance as he started over.
Her lips fell lax on his as he swirled his thumbs around her hard nubs, slow and deliberate before returning to that teasing tugging. Her spine arched, a higher pitched moan leaving from her throat, head falling back with a gentle thud against his freezer door. Panting mouth a hairbreadth from his as he played with her nipples.
He licked her mouth, tongue dragging a wet path from bottom lip to top, arching his hips to grind between hers.
She shuddered, a trembling breath leaving her lungs before she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Pressing her body flush to his, right leg lifted to grind back
They worked in tandem, dry humping each other in his little kitchen, each frantic roll of her hips unraveling his control.
“I want you,” she gasped against his mouth, “I want you so bad Uzumaki-san. Please-”
Gripping her waist, he lifted and turned, cutting off her mind melting plea; carrying her across the kitchen and plopping her lush ass on his kitchen counter, sweeping her mouth with his tongue as he fumbled with his belt. Their mouths disconnected repeatedly as she pulled her dress up and wiggled her panties down her hips. He dropped his jeans and boxers far enough to free his cock. She barely got her panties off before he was gripping the soft underside of her knees, parting her thighs and pressing her legs to her chest, freeing one hand briefly to flip her dress up and line himself at her sopping entrance.
“Ahhh fuck…” he groaned into her neck as he squeezed inside.
She was wet.
Fuckin dripping wet.
Setting a new standard for the word wet all by herself.
He could feel her juices seeping around the tight seal their barely joined genitals created, warm rivulets tracing his hanging sack, slipping down the few inches of his shaft lodge inside her pussy like the hottest, wettest waterfall on the planet. He grunted, adjusting his grip to curl his hips forward.
“Mmhmmmmmm!” her stretched out whine shot up several octaves at the end as he fed her more inches, more girth than she’d probably ever had in her life.
It sure fuckin felt like it to him.
A harsh breath left his lungs as he sank deeper, forcing her slick walls to make room for his cock. She was teeny tiny inside, mind-blowingly soaking wet and he was thicker than average, the combination was lethal.
His skin pebbled as bliss shot up his spine.
He lost himself for a second, groaning deep he pushed deeper.
Her little body trembled against his chest, her next moan deep throated and nearly feral as he brought their groins closer, feeding her the midway point of his meat stick, half expecting her to tap out. Her short gasping-grunts filled the kitchen, fingers digging into his shoulders. He sucked red bruises along her neck and throat, both as a silent encouragement her her to take all of him and a distraction he hoped would calm him down. He wasn’t new to sex, he knew how to hold his nut, in fact, sometimes it was harder for him to get off, so having to fight the urge to pound her to orgasm this early on was throwing him off.
He needed to pace himself.
He pulled back a fraction, hissing pleasure as her cunt selfishly tried to stop him, clamping down greedily, sucking rhythmically at his mushroom tip in what had to be a concerted effort to squeeze the cum right out of his sac. His return was just as torturous, her clingy pussy reluctant to take him back despite the slippery contractions squeezing him back in. Grimacing, he repeated the process again and again, working himself inside in shallow pumps until he settled into an easy glide.
The first time their groins kissed, Naruto had to pause and catch his breath, and if her wide eyes and high pitched squeak was anything to go by, she needed to too.
She gripped him, fingers digging into his shirt so tight her nails found his skin beneath as he started thrusting, giving her the full brunt of his cock, long mushroom tip to wide base, over and over in slow rolls of his hips.
She was all soft sounds at first, a ball of trembling nerves and those low feral groans that bordered on distress, but he knew the instant it melded into strings of bliss.
When she start feel it.
When the overwhelming size of his cock finally spelled out its advantages for her and really started to make her feel good. She clenched around him abruptly on a deep upstroke, knees hugging his flanks, toes curling on either side of his working buttocks, arms tightening around his neck, and inside…
Fuck…
Inside she was strangling his dick, dousing him in bucket after bucket of hot fluid. He could hear her pussy in his quiet kitchen, a filthy, squelching melody he loved instantly.
A sobbing mewl left her, the words hot and moist spoken right below his ear, “Oh god… yes, daddy,”
It smacked him hard in the face, forcefully shifting his slow, steady thrusts into a pounding frenzy as the naughty cadence of her words echoed in his ears.
Naruto never had a daddy kink.
He definitely had one now.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, hips hammering quicker, “call me daddy, baby.”
“I-I t-think I’m cumming…” she gasped as though she hadn’t expected to.
His pride would’ve taken a massive hit to have a woman he was fucking not know if he was making her orgasm or not, but the wonderment in her voice, the surprise threaded through it told him it was one more thing she’d never had before.
“You think?” he rumbled back huskily, lengthening his strokes, “let me clear up the confusion then.”
He picked up the pace, pummeling her gushing pussy like a man on a mission, his working hips a merciless piston.
Her whispers turned frantic, hands urgently pushing at his shoulders, “w-wait, I t-think…I-I think I h-have to pee!”
That clarified the situation, for him at least.
He knew what was coming, and the fact that she didn’t made his dick even harder.
“Think you’re a squirter baby,” he growled back, gripping her soft under-thighs in hands that would definitely mark her pearly skin, “gonna make you squirt all over daddy’s dick.”
Folding her legs tighter to her chest chest, Naruto draped her slender calves over his broad shoulders then spanned her tiny waist in his big hands. The new position threw her off. She slipped a bit, knocking his pepper shaker into the soapy sink water, banging her head on the kitchen cabinet above as her body slouched, though the impact sounded loud, it wasn’t anywhere near hard enough to knock her from her blissed out state or blow his high.
He surged against her, throwing his weight behind his driving thrusts.
Curled into herself like a cute Hina-pretzel, her mouth dropped open, eyes rolling as he hammered her quivering little pussy, each hard slap of his groin against hers rhythmically banging the cabinet door behind her dark head; her body shaking even harder as he tried his damnedest to pay special attention that newfound spot, brand new for her and him, inside her cunt that had her on the cusp of squirting.
“You want that?” he goaded, “want daddy to make your little pussy squirt?”
Her mouth moved, but nothing came out, her answer lost to ecstasy.
He didn’t need to hear it though, her grip said it all. He groaned, low and long as her tight channel clamped down.
She broke almost immediately.
Spine tingling contractions worked his cock, nearly sucking orgasm right out of his balls before squeezing him out mid-thrust. His drenched cock slapped against her slippery folds a beat before he finally got his wish. Tremors, from the top of her raven head to her little curled toes, shook her tiny frame. Thighs spread, eyes at the back of her skull, Hinata’s mouth opened on a silent scream as her pussy gushed a geyser.
Squirting on his cock like a tapped fire hydrant. Soaking the hair at his groin, splashing his hard thighs.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuckin shit that was hot.
He sucked on her bottom lips, then curled his tongue around hers, devouring the pathetic noises vibrating her throat as he shoved his cock back inside her quivering cunt.
He shuddered like a hypothermic man stranded in a blizzard.
Hot sopping walls sucked on his cock, slobbering down his length like a super wet mouth drooling on a lollipop. He grunted, the sound a bit desperate as orgasm tingled in his balls. He panted, buttocks clenching, jaw tightening as her juices dripped down his inner thighs.
Gripping her hips, he gave a hard yank, sliding her down the counter until her tiny lushness fell into his greedy hands. Lower body suspended just off the counter, Naruto grabbed two handfuls of ass and started pounding. Pumping his hips hard and quick, turned on all over again as her pussy sang a sloshing-wet sirens song, fresh honey soaking his already slippery ride.
“Messy fuckin pussy,” he couldn’t help pant out, hips working overtime, “goddamn baby.”
In his entire forty years of life, Naruto had never felt a wetter pussy.
“Fuck me daddy, ah, ah, yessss,” she whimpered, body jolting, tits bouncing in time to his thrust.
Never fucked a female that pushed every sexually stimulating button directly hooked up to his dick.
He closed his eyes, knowing he was about to blow his load, desperate to last a bit longer, but her adorable whimpers, and quietly sobbed, ‘yes daddy, yes’ was more than he could stand.
He arched, meshing their groins together until her tight cunt devoured his cock from tip to base, determined to feel every contraction, every flutter, every gush of her amazing pussy as he came. Orgasm bowled him over, smacking him with more force than a sixteen-wheeler, dragging a hoarse, nearly pained groan from his throat. Dark circles dotted his sight, ecstasy blasting him from all directions, the world around him narrowing to the creamy ribbons of cum leaving his cock in painfully blissful spurts.
He listed into her, probably smushing her, though he was shaking too bad to get his ass up. She wrapped her arms and thighs around him, drawing him into her as they panted together, sweaty and trembling in the aftermath of one of the most mind-blowing sexual encounters of his life.
Thank god Boruto was a heavy sleeper.
He hadn’t been all that quiet at the end.
It was kind of embarrassing, here he was, forty years old, howling like a goddamn teenager getting his dick wet for the first time in his life.
The stray thought smacked a him with a loud wakeup call.
Fuck…
He’d been reckless.
The last thing Naruto needed was another baby. Boruto was enough of a surprise. Getting a girl young enough to be his goddamn daughter pregnant wouldn’t be a good look no matter how he tried to spin it and he sure as hell didn’t want to burden her life that way. She had so much living ahead of her, dreams and goals, an early pregnancy would make that attaining either significantly harder.
He should have worn a condom, or at the very least pulled out at the end.
Despite the fact that she didn’t seem bothered by him nutting inside her with no jacket, he knew better than that.
“Fuck…I shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered, finally sharing his inner turmoil with her, “should’ve pulled out-”
“I-I’m on the pill,” she whispered, somehow managing to blush like a virgin after squirting all over his dick and kitchen counter not five minutes ago, “a-and I’ve only been with…one other guy…we were both virgins so-”
Gripping her chin, drawing her pale eyes to his stormy blue, his words laced with a subtle growl, he said, “probably not a good idea to talk about another guy when you have a different one inside you, sweetheart.”
Cheeks pinkening, she stumbled out, “s-sorry I didn’t-”
He kissed the apology off her lips. She didn’t really need to apologize, she hadn’t done anything wrong. He was the one being weird right now. Didn’t make any damn sense for him to be jealous of some teenage boy, let alone allowing a hint of it to pass his lips in the first place.
Not when he was the one to make her squirt for the first time in her life.
Not when he’d just blown her mind teaching her the fundamental differences between a boy and a man.
He didn’t have shit to be jealous about.
“Then we’re good. Had blood work done a few days ago, I always get checked for STDs when I do,” he offered, “I’m clean.”
“O-okay…” she whispered.
Feeling less like a limp noodle, Naruto straightened, big hands finding her shoulder and back to straighten her up too. She went willingly, moaning softly, her soft body slumping against his, slipping her arms under his pits until her arms curled around his back, slender legs circling his hips.
He twitched as she sank down on his semi-hard cock.
“I’ve never felt like that before…” she confessed softly, her moist lips to the lobe of his ear, “never been touched like that…”
His cock started a swift climb to hardness as she kissed his pulse. She was switching up again, going from blushing virgin energy to naughty temptress, riling him up on purpose.
And he was gonna let her.
He was gonna fall right back into the excuse to have her again, to-
A door slammed in the living room, freezing them both in place.
Fuck…
Konohamaru was home.
“Shit,” muttered pressing his hand over her mouth, even though she hadn’t made a sound.
He grunted quietly, subtlety rocking his hips despite himself as she squeezed his cock inside her honey coated channel, fresh arousal dripping down his throbbing shaft. She was excited by the possibility of getting caught, lustful little thing that she was, he wasn’t shocked by the revelation. As hot as that was, Naruto would rather avoid his son finding him fucking a girl young enough to be his daughter in the kitchen, scarring the boy for life.
He had to think quick.
Konohamaru was a late night snacker, and usually stopped by the fridge when he got in.
Unless he came up with something to keep his nineteen-year-old son out of the kitchen, the poor kid was gonna get an eyeful.
Clearing his throat and moistening his dry mouth, Naruto drew in a breath.
“That you son?!” he called out, hoping he sounded as authoritative as he was trying to as he glanced at his wrist watch, “sneaking in after 2?!”
Konohamaru was an adult, legally speaking, but living under Naruto’s roof, there were rules he was expected to abide by. Work or college, Naruto didn’t care which, as long as Konohamaru was working towards something. Keep his room clean and help out around the house, they all lived here, and clean up should be a group effort. Door was locked at 2 a.m. sharp, so if Konohamaru didn’t plan on staying out all night or at a friends house, he’d need to be here before that.
“Uh-uh, yeah dad! Um, sorry I’m late, can you yell at me tomorrow though? I’m really tired…”
Same excuse every time, but it worked on Naruto sixty percent of the time, and it would work tonight since Konohamaru liked to make a quick escape after he used it.
“Yeah, I’ll give you a pass tonight!” he shouted back, “but we’re gonna have a chat in the morning!”
A dramatic huff and muttered curse, then pounding footsteps running up the stairs.
Seconds later a door shut.
Then silence.
He sighed, relief flowing through him, though, it was short lived.
Hinata rocked forward and back, bumping his groin with her plump bottom, impaling herself with a needy mewl, the slide and drag of her tight pussy forcing him right back into the inferno.
She was greedy little thing, but so was he.
Except, he wasn’t so little. His hunger was bigger than hers.
Unfortunately for both sexual gluttons, they’re close call was a loud warning that they needed to stop.
“Need to take you home,” he exhaled, pressing his lips to her throat to soften the indirect sting of kicking her out, wanting her to know it wasn’t something he wanted, rather, what was responsible, “its getting late, and my boys are-”
“I-I know,” she whispered back, “I understand.”
“Do you?” he muttered into her skin, “wanna make sure we’re clear. Don’t want you to think that I-”
She shook her head, “I don’t…”
“Good,” he muttered, swiping a thumb across her swollen lips before placing a kiss to them.
-
She asked him if they could have dinner again, just the two of them halfway down his neighborhood street, and he spent the drive to her house giving her the ‘we had fun together but you shouldn’t get hung up on an old guy like me’ speech, an act of nobleness that went in one of her cute little ears and straight out the other.
And that’s what led him to now.
Idling in front of her apartment door, pants and boxers at his knees, leaned back in his truck seat as her dark head bobbed in his lap.
She was unpracticed, that was pretty obvious, and yet, that made it even fucking hotter.
It probably shouldn’t have surprised him, but fuck, her mouth was as wet as her pussy.
Dripping wet and greedy, coating his length in warm saliva despite the fact that she wasn’t able to swallow him whole. The gags were just as devastating, each spasm giving a little extra bit of suction that chipped away at his once expert ability to hold his nut.
Her fingers found his balls.
Whisper soft and hesitant, cupping them from the bottom and squeezing carefully.
He arched, gripping her inky black strands in hands that shook, rumbled ecstasy leaving his throat as he fed her hot ejaculate. He shuddered through her hums of approval, twitching with each pull of her mouth as she swallowed the creamy cum she’d sucked from his balls.
She pulled back as his harsh pants tapered off, she leaned into him, nuzzling his neck before doing the same just below his ear.
Her next whisper, right at his ear, sealed her fate, “come inside, daddy?”
Fuck if he could stop himself.
His mind cleared long enough to realize he’d been reckless again. He’d put his fuckin truck in neutral not park.
Thank fuck she didn’t live on a slope.
Pressing down on the break, Naruto threw his truck in park, then killed the engine.
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