fandom: Naruto, Boruto (the next generations)
summary: After being framed for a murder she didn't commit, Mila Natsuki, fleas back to Konoha twelve years after her mysterious disappearance. In search of the seventh Hokage.
this chapter is unditted
TW!!!: CHEATINGGG before I get dragged to filth Hinata is my fav female character, I just like writing problematic things <3
Read the entire book plz<3
After the words escaped her brittle lips, the grip around her waist tightened, the weight of his trained physique carrying on her frail spine.
“What-- wh-what do you mean, Mila? What are you talking about?” His vocal cords tremored, the tips of his prosthetic fingers probing her pelvis.
Natsuki bowed her head, an uncontrollable tear dripping on the nose of her boots. She inhaled sharply, lungs ballooning when she inhaled another drink of fresh oxygen.
“When we were teenagers I found a letter from my mother in my dad's stuff. Fu-ck-... I was so stupid… so dumb Naruto.” She began to audibly weep and was immediately comforted by his slender fingers caressing over her upper arm.
“It said that she lived in South Asia, in a small village where she met my father who was an ANBU soldier way before I was born. She brought me to him after their village became poverty-stricken and couldn’t take care of me anymore even though she never told him she was pregnant when he left.”
Naruto got off her, wanting to see the truth in her face, wanting to see if she wasn’t giving him a bullshit excuse to leave him again. Mila slowly reacted, flipping herself over as her twitchy fingers reached for her leggings.
“Wh-what did you do?” Naruto became worried about the answer, as he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
“I just wanted to meet her. I wanted to know who she was.” Mila spoke tentavilly. “I was meant to go back home after a week, that's why I didn’t tell anyone.”
“Did you find her?” He asked still as carefully.
“I did. Like I said it was a small village, it didn’t take long for me to find her.” Her tone turned serious, buzzing in her ears became louder as a skull-splitting headache crashed onto her like she always would get whenever she relived the situation. “I was there for a few days and the night before I left. She told me to pick up some rice further down the road and when I came back she was dead.”
Naruto gasped, eyelids springing open. “What happened?”
“They robbed her, shot her in the head. Those idiots left with nothing more than twenty yen.” Mila crossed her legs and leaned back on her palms. “Word spread fast. And I became the suspect, I was the only one with her… I was a stranger… The blood was on my hands, Naruto.”
His saliva became dense as he tried to moisture his mouth. All this time… She was so close, he could’ve found her… He could’ve helped her.
“I was thrown in jail without even having a trial or anything. Inmates beat me up--”
“Mila,” he stopped her, unable to comprehend her next words.
“I was supposed to be executed this week.” She spoke chillingly, words quiet with no emotion. “So I just ran-- I saw a guard not paying attention and I ran I--I.” As soft-spoken as she was seconds prior, the louder her sobs became tears of pure fear rolling down her cheeks. Naruto took the fragile girl in his arms, with his hand on the back of her head he forced it down on his obnoxiously beating heart. Swollen lips burnt the crown of her head.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Mila. Nobody will touch you when you’re with me.”
She shook her head violently, thick tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. “I don’t want to put you in danger, I don't want you to get hurt.”
Naruto chuckles, fingers lifting her head so their eyes meet. With a tilt of his head, their lips firmly fused in a lovable kiss, as if to reassure her. “They wouldn’t get the chance, dattebayo.”
She gave him a sheepish smile. “I need to stay on the move, they’ll know I'm here.”
“I won't give them the chance I promise, I’ll put my best men at the gates and I’ll stay with you at all times.”
Mila tuts. “Aren’t you -like- the Hokage and super busy or something?” Naruto scratched the back of his head, blond brows twitching in a doubting frown.
“I’ll make it work. I promise.”
A smack of a lewd and wet kiss perfumed in the air. Now that she stood upright he had a chance to swift his hand further on her back pulling her closer to him. Nature and gravity drew them together, unconsciously she tilted her head and he followed. Time stopped and she lost every sense of her surroundings the second their lips landed on each other. A soft whimper emerged from her lips, threatening for him to pull away, scared that she didn't want it, but when her hand reached for cheeks caressing his thin whiskers in the process.
This kiss was particularly different from the one they shared before. Less lustfully more with passion, emotion. Their actual feelings they held for the other came to the surface and showed their true colors. It was as if both of them were half a person who finally became one. A fulfillment both Naruto and Mila had unconsciously been longing for.
Naruto stepped closer until her chest was pressing against his, softened cock rubbing her wet mound. But there was nothing sexual about this kiss, this was emotion. This was love.
As they separated, a wet smack trilled the walls of the office, a clear string of saliva still connecting them until Mila felt the need to lick her lips.
“I’ll make sure my best men are guarding the gates. And I’ll make sure you’ll have security watching you at all times.”
His childhood girlfriend began to weep again, lips began to tremble as she struggled to hold in the relieved sob. “T-thank you, Naruto.” She swung her arms around his neck, hiding her face in the valley of his neck. “I really thought I was going to spend my last hours with you.”
“I will never allow that to happen, ‘ttebayo. You know me.” He smirked smugly. His playful banter returned and a harsh slap on her ass filled the silence between them. “Now get dressed, we should be getting some sleep before we put this plan to action.”
“Ho-home?” Mila repeated with a frown.
“Yeah, where else are you going to sleep on the street?”
“What about Hinata?”
Naruto started to dress himself and Mila followed closely behind him. “Guess you’ll have to say hi to her.” He scratched the back of his ear after giving it a quick thought. “Besides the two of us make some good liars, she will never know.”
Mila smirked deviously, somehow attracted to the sneakiness of it all. “What a drag…” She blew out, a trait she copied from being Shikamaru’s friend.
“Tell me about it.” Naruto said without looking at her, finishing the last reports almost blindingly. “It’ll be fine. I made sure your dad's place stayed empty after he passed, so I’ll send some men to fix it up so you’ll have your own place.”
She swayed her hips with a satisfying smile, loving the way Naruto could put all his efforts into her. She stood behind his chair and hugged his frame from behind, tenderly kissing him on the cheek while he wrote.
“Why did you do that?” she whispered carefully, hot breath caressing the shell of her ear.
“Heh?”
“Why did you keep my dad’s house empty? He died shortly after I left and I have been gone for a while, Naruto.”
She watched how the swirls on the expensive scroll paper came to a stop, grip on his pen tightening. Naruto inhaled in deep thought, practicing the words on the tip of his tongue.
“I guess… I’d always hope you’d come back. So I made sure I had something ready.”
Tears behind her eyes began to sting, her mind spinning as a million emotions ran through her. The dominating one was of course anger. She was angry at herself. Angry that Naruto wasn’t hers. Angry that she wasted so many years without him.
Mila became determined to fix this. She will have him the way she wanted.
⤩
Pure heat collides with her frosty skin creating an explosion of warmth to engulf her in a much-needed hug. Mila unconsciously sniffles the mucus back in her nose while she unzips the leather, stolen, and worn-out biker jacket, the drenched cloth was now clinging disgustingly around her thin arms. The dark living room was lit in a matter of seconds. Hesitantly, Mila took off her shoes, realizing Naruto was doing it as well. “It’s so quiet,” Mila whispered whilst she stared in awe.
“You want me to make you some tea before you go to sleep?” He asked gently, placing his hand on the bottom of her back.
Her feet effortlessly glide over the oak-laminated floor, following his lead into a living room. Mila looked her eyes out. This has to be one of the prettiest houses she has ever seen, though she hadn't been in many these past years.
The vibrantly mustard-color painted wall was decorated with huge printed-out family pictures. One, in particular, caught her eye. It hung proudly above the couch and was surely around 40x20 inches. The scenery behind the group was a forest or lake type of situation, it was the Uzumaki family. Embracing in a tight hug at the very corner of the frame, all except Hinata pulling a ridiculous face. They reminded her of the family Naruto and she would audibly fantasize whenever they would have a nighttime picnic date. A happy, close-knit family. Literally, picture-perfect.
“Mila?” Naruto tried getting her attention again, whisper-yelling her out of her trance-like state.
“I’m--” The picture felt like their eyes were all probing her consciousness and Mila couldn't help but stare. “I--What are you going to say to her? Shouldn’t you wake her up?”
Naruto gave a nod. “Will do after you’re asleep. You need rest.”
Mila dropped herself on the couch as he went into the kitchen.
“I’ll give you a fresh change of clothes so you can shower and make the couch for you so that you can sleep, alright?”
She answered with a closed-eyed nod. The feeling of peace was foreign after twelve years of being in danger. Mila had the reassurance that she would live another day, that she’d be okay as long as Naruto was with her.
The spot next to her on the couch dented in, his arm swung around her, guiding her head to his chest.
He grabbed her diamond-shaped face in his large palms and guided her face to his mouth, pressing his wet lips against hers. She grunted against him, hands flying to the blonde hair, to pull him back again.
“Your wife is in the next fucking room.”
Naruto smirked. “Exciting right?” He winked. Her brows furrowed and she pulled apart from him playfully punching his bicep.
He grabbed her face again, pulling her in. “I wanna eat your pussy so bad right now.” He growled like a dog in heat. The shift in his emotions sparked lust awake within her, shivers running up her back. Natsuki smirked, leaning back so she was resting against the armrest, spreading her legs so he could perfectly fit in between her legs. Naruto moved just as fast, towering over her, balancing on his fists as an ape would.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“We just fucked before we came here, Naruto.”
Their lips connected in a loud kiss, enough to make his heart beat faster in anticipation. If Hinata did wake up and saw them in the position they were currently in, both of them would be digging their own graves.
“Kurama’s chakra is gonna wreck you, baby,” he whispered in her ear, licking the freezing skin with his hot tongue.
“Show me what you have in store then--...” Naruto’s saucy smirk faded as he felt Hinata’s chakra come close, he pulled away instantly sitting on his side of the couch. Mila, who had never trained her chakra in her life, was clueless, eyeing him with a (sexually) frustrated frown.
“Na-Naruto, you’re home…” Mila’s heart skipped a beat. She could've gotten whiplash by the way she turned her head to meet Hinata in a revealing pajama at the entrance of the hallway.
“M-Mila?!”
I will be updating this short story on my wattpad account, click this link to follow
Rating: NSFW
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Shikamaru x y/n
Tags: Teen!characters, oralsex! male recieving, masturbation, sneaky sex, spitkink, slight degradation cuz we love it, just two horny teenagers getting eachother off. (this was quickly written so dont mind the mistakes ) (I promise I’m a good writer I’m just lazy)
Summary: Shikamaru sneaks his new girlfriend in his house, hoping his father won’t notice
!!!TW: Mentions domestic abuse!!
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Y/N
Tags: pity sex, fighting, tw:domestic abuse, shikamaru is an equal rights equal fights type of bitch, emotional sex, confession of love, rejection, blowjob, riding, I’m a new writer plz dont hate me, its a little bit cringey, this has punctuation and grammar mistakes
Summary: Y/n wonders why it doesn't feel good when she fingers herself
Y/N sighed as she dropped her restless body on the sofa, not forgetting to let out an obnoxious whine as she did so. Her boyfriend- who used to be her teacher, sat behind his desk, grading and marking tests, like he had been doing for the past dreadful hours. Aizawa couldn’t be bothered with his girlfriend at the moment, knowing that if he let another day pass without giving his students their damn grades they’d kill him with their bare hands.
“Hey Shouta?” She called out. The feeling of her wet panties was getting annoying and the poor girl tried to get herself off in the bedroom on her own, but it just didn’t feel the same. Aizawa didn’t move a muscle, didn't even bother to look up at her.
“Shooouuutaaa?” She propped herself on her elbows, just to be sure that he was indeed ignoring her. At as expected the only sound was from his pen dragging across the paper smoothly.
The fuck?!
Y/N thought, by now she sat up arms crossed like an angry toddler.
“Aizawa. Shouta!?” She barked again.
No response? What?!
She painfully lifted herself from the sofa and after that drag her feet toward her man. Still, he didn’t budge to look up, knowing the second he would, he would lose all his focus.
“Why are you ignoring me Aizawa-sensei?” She forced her voice a few octaves higher as she innocently pulled him back from his spinny chair to wrap her arms around him. Aizawa audibly cringed at hearing her say that, finding it highly disturbing.
“Y/N baby, I’m trying to focus.” He grunted, aggressively flipping a page as if to prove his point. “And you are not helping.”
“But baby,” the younger girl whined. “You’ve been in here for hours now. I just--”
“What do you want?” he dropped his pen against his desk with a slam and finally- finally looked her in the eye.
Might as well play into this, he was in desperate need of a break.
Y/N smirked and straddled him once she pulled his chair back all the way. Legs on either side of his thin body, pussy directly brushing against his clothed crotch. “I was thinking, Aizawa.” she moved her lips directly next to his ear.
“Y/N,” he sighed pleasurably as his rough hands caressed her naked thigh and trailed to her hip.
“You know when you touch me,” she purred. “It feels really good.”
“I have work to do, baby.” he pleaded, pulling back to meet the desperate look in her eyes. “I’ll be done soon, okay?”
“Hm,” she thought out loud. “See that’s what I was thinking. That i’ll just wait until you are finished but I was just so damn horny,” she trailed her fingers over his clothed chest, feeling the muscles tense when she did so. “So I tried doing it like you do but…” She gave him a pout, dramatically pushing her bottom lip out.
“Can’t you do it yourself?”
“I can, I mean I was busy doing that and that felt really good but then I remembered how you did it with your fingers inside- which felt even and I tried that but I didn't feel anything.”
Her lewd words instantly sent blood rushing to his shaft and she felt the twitch it made instantly. She grinned and pushed herself down. “How did you do that, Shouta?”
With his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, he smiled slyly, hands nimbly flying to her knees to lift her up and turn around. Now she was sitting with her back against his chest head perfectly in the hollow part of his neck and her legs spread as she supported her feet on the desk.
“You’re such a naughty girl do you know that?” He preditoraly growled in her ear making her squeal out in excitement. “Didn’t even have the decency to wait until daddy’s done working, do ya? Hmm, Y/N? tell daddy what you’ve been doin’?” he brought his dominant hand to her heat radiating center hovering above it teasingly until she spat out the words.
“I-I’ve been touching myself, daddy.” she poured back innocently.
“Hm, have ya?” he took her hand in his own and guided them to his nose, sniffing as if to see if she was lying. “Oh baby I can smell how horny you’ve been. And you said it didn’t help, did you?”
She shook her head side to side, eyes looking back at her boyfriend with an innocent glint that could even be seen in the darkest depths of the night.
“Show daddy what you have been doing?” she gave him a nod and greedily brought her fingers to her center again, instantly probing her forefinger in her hole. Without giving it much thought, she moved the digit back and forth like she expected Shouta was doing and as expected it didn't do much for her. Not to say that there was something there but it wasn't enough to satisfy her.
Shouta let out a pity chuckle and shook her head at her. “Aw baby, see, that’s probably why you ain’t feeling that good. You’re not doin’ it right at all princess.”
She let out a whine and slapped him playfully on his bicep. “Don’t laugh at me! Show me how you do it?!”
“If I show you, would you let daddy finish his work?” he purred in her ear once he brushed her hair out of her face gently. She nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wider on his lap.
“Yes daddy.” she smirked with a smile.
“Give daddy a kiss first,” he demanded. Y/N obeyed turning her head over her shoulder to smash their lips in a teeth clashing, saliva rich, needy kiss. He let out a groan of pleasure and responded instantly by snaking both his hands to her drenched and throbbing center. As they pulled back their lips were connected with a thin line of spit making them both grin playfully.
“This is where you’re going wrong,” he explained gently. “When you stick your fingers inside you have to curl them immediately as if you were trying to motion someone to get closer.”
His fingers slipped in her tight love canal easily since her pussy was already slick with her juices. Y/N let out a relieved sigh and immediately jolted in pleasure. “Then I just start moving fingers just slightly, not too much just to keep them on your special spot, ya feel that? Ya feel how daddy is touching you?”
“Yes!” she dragged to words over her swollen lips as her eyes fluttered shut. “It feels so-- ah yeah-- it feels so good daddy?” she moaned as she rolled her hips on his throbbing cock, desperately in search for more friction.
“Daddy also likes to give your clit a little attention, and this is very important baby, it won’t feel as good alright?” she nodded, but she couldn’t care less for the words all her mind could comprehend was his delicious fingers sloshing inside of her. And when his rough thumb found her clit and began massaging figure eights, the poor girl lost all ability to speak.
“Oh fuck-- Ah!” she tried to praise him but became putty in his hands instead. Y/N shivered like a leaf in the wind, her hips bucking up in the air as if the touch he was giving her wasn’t enough. The movements the young girl was making build friction on his leaking cock, enough for him to let out soft sighs and phrases every now and then.
“Look baby.” he breathed in her ear. “Look down and take note of how daddy is fucking you with his fingers.”
With her lips parted in a silent gasp, she peeled her eyes open and looked down, watching how his hand aggressively moved against her sopping cunt. “Oh fuck daddy, that looks so good!”
“See how wet you are? See how you’re dripping-- fuck,” Y/N made a particular buck on up which created friction on him just in the right place. Aizawa swallows to keep his voice at one tone, desperately trying to hold his orgasm. “You’re dripping all over my wrist you dirty girl.”
She let out a whine and began thrashing her body on his lap as her orgasm neared closer than ever, dumbifiying her with pleasure. “Y/N If you keep doing that I’m gonna jizz in my pants.”
“Fuck, Aizawa!” She threw her head back, muscles in her abdomen tightening, sweat on her forehead drenching the edges of her heart, mouth slacking open and tongue falling out, drowsy eyes rolling to the back of her head. She sucked in a gasp and screamed as she shuddered. “Baby I’m cumming! Oh fuck I’m cumming!”
“Yeah? You’re gonna cum, hm?” By now Aizawa’s voice was trembling with the build-up of his own orgasm, his eyes screwing shut as he tried to fight the urge to cum like he was at war. “Y-you’re gonna--oh fuck-- bust your nut all over daddy’s fingers?” Aizawa let out a guttural moan when she released all over his fingers, the warm fluid pooling around the digits as she did so.
“SH-Shouto!!” She repeated his name like it was a prayer. Her orgasm crashing onto her like a tidal wave, awakening every single nerve she had within her body and demanding her mind. She let out soft mewls and sighs as she jolted with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
By now the friction had built enough for Aizawa to bust in his pants and with a carnal grunt and a shout of her name the teacher lurched forward and released hot ropes of cum inside of his boxers. “Fuck!”
The praises she moaned became soft mumbles as her nerves stilled and the gushing around his fingers stopped, both now stilled their movements, their obnoxious panting the only sound vibrating the walls.
His office around them became reality again, and the nagging paperwork staring down at him nagged at his awareness.
“Tha-thank you, Aizawa. I really needed that.” she pushed herself up and turned her head to peck her boyfriend on the lips.
Aizawa's breathing was still ragged when he pushed her off slightly, features on his face stilled with emotion. “Now get on your knees and clean the mess you’ve made.”
Rating: Mature (NSFW)
Fandom: Naruto, (Boruto: the next generations)
Pairing: Naruto x OFC
Tags: cheating, smut, smut, smut I’m sorry, anal fingering, squirting, slight breeding fantasy, love confessions, mean!main character, character with skin condition (vitiligo), black main character, i do not condone cheating at all I just love writing horrible scenarios, Hinata is my favorite charachter btw, gaslightling, passionate fucking, angsty-ish.
Wordcounr: 5600 something.
Summary: OFC Mila returns to Konohagakure after twelve years of her mysterious dissapearance, in search for the seventh Hokage.
Hey can I have a fluffy Neji one shot where mc has vitiligo and specifically feels insecure about it on their date night
Word count: 792
Pairings: Neji Hyuga x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, fluffy.
A/N: I am so sorry this took forever! For some reason, my inbox had swallowed this up for a long time and only now did I see this! I hope you enjoy it!
You’ve liked Neji for longer than you could actually remember. It all started when you were younger and you were placed in your own team...and you started a rivalry with Neji. He would always beat you in sparring sessions, but as you both grew up, it became obvious that you had grown into a wonderful kunoichi.
As time went on, your feelings of pride became feelings of affection which soon turned into love. You couldn’t help it. Neji was so strong, so smart and just absolutely gorgeous. He was the whole package. You worried sometimes that he would never see you as someone who was pretty. Your vitiligo would make you feel so insecure, and though your friends and family assured you that it wasn’t anything to be worried about, you just knew Neji would never like you.
This all changed when one day he comes up to you and he’s quite flustered. You’re a little confused by this behaviour, but you allow him to speak his mind. You figure he’s just here to ask to train with you, but he surprises you once more.
“Look, I really like you, okay? I wanted to know if you were interested in going out to dinner tonight.”
There’s a moment of silence before you start blushing. You fantasized about this moment a million times before, and in every fantasy, you’re so quick to say yes. This time though, you are completely speechless. It seems like it’s not even really happening.
“I knew it. You don’t share those same feelings,” Neji says dejectedly, turning around to walk off.
“Neji! Wait!” You catch up to him and grab his hand. When he turns to face you, you kiss him on the cheek.
“Of course I’ll go to dinner with you,”
In your bedroom that night, you worry about your appearance. While Neji confessed his feelings, you were still feeling a little insecure about your vitiligo. You always tried to be prideful of things, but this was something that could easily knock you down a few pegs.
You did your makeup like you usually do, staring at yourself in the mirror. You’ve never been more excited for something, but you’ve also never felt so damn insecure. You hated the way this was eating up at you. It was stupid to be worried about something like this, but you couldn’t help it.
When you got to the restaurant, Neji was waiting for you. He sees you and his breath hitches in his throat. You look absolutely stunning and he is in awe. After all these years, he couldn’t keep his feelings deep within him any longer. He’s always liked you, but now things are different. You are so gorgeous and he can’t take his eyes off of you.
“Something on my face?” you ask, a little worried that he’s scrutinizing and criticizing you.
“No, why would you think that?” Neji asks, a little confused. You just blush and shrug.
He leads you to a table in the corner, and the waiter comes to take your drink orders. As the waiter shuffles off to get your drinks, Neji watches you under the dim lighting. You look like some sort of goddess, and he really can’t believe how lucky he is that you even say yes to go on a date with him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” It’s Neji’s turn to blush when you ask this.
“I uhm...nothing. It’s nothing.” This makes you feel even more insecure, so you just look at your feet under the table.
Neji scoffs at himself under his breath. He feels like a total idiot right now. Usually he’d be so confident to tell you anything, but right now he’s completely clueless as to how to tell you that you look stunning.
“Here we are, your drinks.” The waiter says, placing your drink in front of you.
You both order some food and the waiter leaves once again. There’s such an awkward silence between you and Neji, and he’s mentally kicking himself in the ass for not saying something to you. Anything would be good.
“I like your dress,” Neji says finally, and you smile.
“Thanks, Neji. I didn’t really know what to wear,” you struggle with your own words.
“Hey, uhm...You look amazing tonight. I’m sorry I’ve been acting so strange, I’ve just never been able to get the words right to tell you.”
You stop drinking for a moment and just stare at Neji. All your insecurities seem to fly out the window for a moment as Neji smiles at you.
“You really think that?” You ask, and Neji leans over to brush your hair out of your face.
Rating: smut
Fandom: BNHA/MHA
pairing: Katsuki x Y/N
Tags: oraljob!male, breeding fantasy, Y/N is head over heels, dumb teenagers, bakugo is a hidden softie that just needs to be held, tell me in the comments if you want a part two for this, strength quirk!reader
Summary: Y/N has an incident in the bathroom and her boyfriend Bakugo safes her
song :), i wanna have your babies by Natasha Bedingfield.
With a trembling and sweaty hand Y/N reached for the cold metal of the door handle. Peeking only her head out she swayed it left to right, hoping to see one of her classmates. The hallway was empty and with a frustrated sigh she reached for the pocket in her skirt, ready to text someone to come to the bathroom as soon as possible. But then, heavy, recognizable footsteps neared as the person turned the corner. Relieved to see it was her boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, she called out to him whisper-yellingly.
“Psst. Bakugo” He didn’t look up, eyes planted on his phone. Y/N raised her tone. “Baku- Katsuki!” His head cocked up, immediately finding her worried eyes. Before he responded he made sure the coast was clear.
Good. Nobody saw him yet.
“What?!” He barked loudly, just to make sure that if someone was with her in that toilet their cover wouldn’t get blown.
Y/N forced her finger against her lips and motioned for him to come closer. With the frown still plastered on his face, teeth clenched in anger, he obeyed.
“What are you wearing underneath your jacket?” She carefully questioned. Bakugo unzipped his vest revealing his button up.
“I need you to give it to me.” Expecting him to ask her why she opened the door revealing her completely soaked blouse, hardened nipples visible through it. His pupils dilated in the scarlet irises, an embarrassing blush scattering his handsome features.
“What the-...”
“Come look.” She opened the door completely, dragged him in and closed it with the lock behind them. The floor was wet along with the mirrors and the bathroom stalls behind them. “The plumbing is all fuckt up and when I wanted to wash my hands it got all over me.”
Bakugo choked on his laugh, before eventually letting them out when he saw her pouting back at him.
“It’s not funny, Katsuki!” She whisper-yelled, nimble fingers hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse. “Things like this only fucking happen to me. Now take off your shirt!”
Bakugo stopped laughing almost instantly, lips turning down again. With a shake of his head he brushed past her to get out again. “We’re late for class.”
“Baku-- I am your girlfriend!! Do you expect me to go out like this?! You can see my tits.” With his hand still latched on the door handle, Katsuki bowed his head.
“Annoying woman I swear--- Now I’m gonna be cold all day.” He dropped his bag to the ground and swung off his vest, angrily pulling open the buttons of his blouse after.
“Thank you baby,” she whispered as he handed her his shirt. Y/N couldn’t help close her eyes when the prominent smell of his cologne lingered on the cheap cotton. “You’re like the best boyfriend ever.” She felt his gaze probing on her as she was now completely topless, with no bra. He had haltered his movements, lips agap as he admired her silently.
“I’m going to class now.”
“No!” Y/N barked quickly, she watched how he slumped his shoulders in annoyance after he zipped up his jacket.
“Yes, everybody is probably in and its fuckin’ suspicous if both of us come at in the same time.” Smirking, Y/N swayed her hips as she stepped closer to him to swing her arms around his neck. He interrupted her instantly, hands folding on her wrist. She leaned in for a kiss but he quickly turned his head.
“No!-- You’re wearing lipstick.”
“Just a thank you kiss, baby. Come on.” she batted her eyelashes but his head was still determinedly turned to the side, avoiding her. “Come on, don’t tease me like this. Just a kiss!”
“No!” He tried to push her away, maybe not doing his best on purpose. “The last time I couldn’t get the lipstick off I-- Y/N stop!” Without waiting for his consent, she channeled her power to her dainty hands and pulled his head toward her by his side burns.
Their lips fused in a wet kiss earning an irritated groan from Bakugou. “I hate you so muuuuch!” He raised his raspy voice as he vigorously began wiping his mouth the the back of his sleeve, not knowing he was only making the situation worse for himself.
Y/N giggled, dumbly before pulling his head close again. “I.” she kissed his forehead wetly. “Love.” then his left cheek. “You.” Right cheek. “So.” Chin. “Much.” Then finally his lips, short but with more force than the previous one.
“Okay stop.” He protested though his cheeks were turning almost as red as his eyes. “You’re dragging it.”
“I just love you. I’m happy to have such a handsome boyfriend like you,” she winked, straightening his shirt. Hormones coursed through her veins, like it would happen when she was with him and began to pool in her underwear making her pussylips sticky.
“Y/N, get off me we need to go to class.” Bakugo sighed, eyes fluttering shut to avoid the situation as he was already sporting a semi hard in his boxers. “People are going to get suspicious.
“Please Bakugou, everyone who knows me knows that I like you.”
Katsuki stared at his feet, not necessarily wanting to stop. He just didn’t want anyone to know that he was alone with his classmate (that he openly confessed that he didn't like) in the bathroom, and that also happened to be his girlfriend.
Y/N read his body language and stood on his tippy toes to kiss him again, tongue penetrating his mouth. He grunted in protest but the taste of her saliva was far too addicting. She trailed her hands from his chest down to the edge of his school trousers, making him twitch eagerly.
“You’re so handsome.” His button was undone in a matter of seconds, her slender fingers were palming his growing seven inches. “You’re so strong.”
“Fah-fuck,” he sighed rolling his head on his shoulder, shuddering on her minimal touch. Y/N enjoyed every twitch his face made, every buck of his hips every hiss of his teeth. She wanted to see him collapse in pleasure. So, she sped up her hand until precome began to stain the black cotton.
“You’re always so nice to me, such a good boyfriend for me.” His hands that were still latched around her wrist found their way to her face pulling her in for a gentle kiss which was out of character, enough to make Y/N audible gasp.
“I wanna have your babies,” she mumbled against his now, colored and swollen lips. She could hear his breath hitch in his throat, and watched his adam's apple bob.
“Dont be a dumb Idiot.”
“Well I’m serious with you,” she pulled away slightly. “I wanna carry your babies. We’d make some cute ones now that I think of it.”
He let out a low chuckle and shook his head. “I would let you carry my children but I don't have any. Now let’s go!” He changed the tone in his voice in a matter of seconds but Y/N seemed unphased.
Y/N channeled her strength to her hands again and pushed him against the wall, pressing her heat radiating body on his again.
“Let’s make one.” she said seriously, desperately trying to make him have direct eye contact with her.
“Dumb.” was all he replied. “We are way too young and not even married yet. We don't even have our own house!”
“So?! We’re not too young were both over the age of eighteen, we’re nearly graduating damn it..”
“Dumb dumb dumb. Were gonna be heroes by then there will be no-- Shit.” she began trailing her lips down his throat, lips latching on the throbbing jugular that was pumping heated blood through his body. She sucked his blood up his skin, leaving a read mark she knew he’d be angry about when he got out of his intoxicated state. Katsuki whimpered when she began to palm him again, fingers teasingly playing with the elastic of his boxers.
“Fuck… We didn’t even tell people we’re dating-- Oh!” she took hold of his leaking dick, the seven inches heavy and hot in her small hand. Tip dribbling with clear precum, glans shining invitingly, practically begging her to suck it.
“That’s okay, baby. That’s how we’ll tell them.”
Bakugo tried to protest but his breath was kicked out of him. Watching how she seductively began to drop on her knees.
“Are you going to-- We don’t have time.”
“Please baby,” she gave him an innocent look, hand rolling around his head making his foreskin move up and down. He stabilized himself as he held onto the radiator, panting like he ran a marathon. “I wanna make you feel good. I wanna make you feel good for helping me, you’re so good to me.”
“Ahh” He moaned, instantly reaching for her hair, loving the wait the texture of it scratched his fingers. “If you’re gonna keep begging like that I’m gonna bust all over your face.”
Y/N smiled proudly and gave him a wink. “Maybe that’s what I want, baby.”
Y/N collected spit on her mouth and spat on his glans with a lewd ‘puth’, her hand smeared the saliva out making him nice and slick.
Bakugo’s thighs shiver, the muscles in his abdomen tightening as it prepares for the buildup of his orgasm. Moaning, she wrapped her lips around the tip, tongue moving frantically to lick up her spit and his precome.
“Oh!! Sh-shit! Just like that!” he breathed. Katsuki became a victim to his own body as he lost all control of it, hips bucking up in her wet, tight little mouth. Y/N downed her head until his fat cock bottomed out in the back of her throat, a position she managed to master after the years of practice she had with him being her boyfriend. She stayed in that very position, allowing him to feel her throat trying to expel him, before she had to come back up for air. She coughed wetly with precum tinted spit bursting out of her mouth. “Y-Y/N.” he whimpered after a strong shudder. “Do tha-- Oh fuck! Do that again.”
Y/N smiled as she pumped him faster, repeating the motion she did before after she felt like he was warmed up again. This time she massaged the vein at the underside of his dick, the gag she made because of that was loud and if it were anyone else than Bakugo it would've been humiliating.
If it weren’t for the radiator he was holding on to, he would’ve collapsed from the trembling in his knees. His stomach tensed and his broad chest was rising and falling.
“Fuck, Y-Y/N!” the grip on her hair tightened and he pulled her back, wanting for her to take a breath. “Fuck you’re so good at this.” A shallow pant and a hum was her response as she began tugging him faster than she did before, wet sloshing and broken whimpers tinting the air around them.
“I’m gonna bust… Y/N slow the fuck down. I’m gonna. Fuck... to--” Bakugo hardly could make out the words, his brain completely fried by the intense pleasure. “Put it in your mouth again! Again!!”
His rough sounding demands sent straight tingles to her pussy. Lustfully, she did as told, lips folding around his cock taking him in like she did the previous time. Her free hand found his heavy and full balls, fondling them between her fingers.
Bakugo moaned guttoraly and nearly ripped her hair out her scalp. The knot in his stomach unraveled, his limbs seized and his nerves awoke like broken electric wiring as he shot his thick cum in short spurts right down her throat.
“Nnngg-- Fuck fuck fuck!” Bakugo threw his head back as short groans and whimpers slipped through his brittle lips. “Thank you thank you thank you.” he repeated as he still rode on the last aftershocks of his orgasm.
Smiling and satisfied, she cleaned him up and waited for hispanting to subside so that he was clear minded again. She grabbed him by his cheeks and kissed him, making him let out a grunt in protest.
“You. Should go wash your face so we can continue this in your dorm.”
Summary: Y/n wonders why it doesn't feel good when she fingers herself
Y/N sighed as she dropped her restless body on the sofa, not forgetting to let out an obnoxious whine as she did so. Her boyfriend- who used to be her teacher, sat behind his desk, grading and marking tests, like he had been doing for the past dreadful hours. Aizawa couldn’t be bothered with his girlfriend at the moment, knowing that if he let another day pass without giving his students their damn grades they’d kill him with their bare hands.
“Hey Shouta?” She called out. The feeling of her wet panties was getting annoying and the poor girl tried to get herself off in the bedroom on her own, but it just didn’t feel the same. Aizawa didn’t move a muscle, didn't even bother to look up at her.
“Shooouuutaaa?” She propped herself on her elbows, just to be sure that he was indeed ignoring her. At as expected the only sound was from his pen dragging across the paper smoothly.
The fuck?!
Y/N thought, by now she sat up arms crossed like an angry toddler.
“Aizawa. Shouta!?” She barked again.
No response? What?!
She painfully lifted herself from the sofa and after that drag her feet toward her man. Still, he didn’t budge to look up, knowing the second he would, he would lose all his focus.
“Why are you ignoring me Aizawa-sensei?” She forced her voice a few octaves higher as she innocently pulled him back from his spinny chair to wrap her arms around him. Aizawa audibly cringed at hearing her say that, finding it highly disturbing.
“Y/N baby, I’m trying to focus.” He grunted, aggressively flipping a page as if to prove his point. “And you are not helping.”
“But baby,” the younger girl whined. “You’ve been in here for hours now. I just--”
“What do you want?” he dropped his pen against his desk with a slam and finally- finally looked her in the eye.
Might as well play into this, he was in desperate need of a break.
Y/N smirked and straddled him once she pulled his chair back all the way. Legs on either side of his thin body, pussy directly brushing against his clothed crotch. “I was thinking, Aizawa.” she moved her lips directly next to his ear.
“Y/N,” he sighed pleasurably as his rough hands caressed her naked thigh and trailed to her hip.
“You know when you touch me,” she purred. “It feels really good.”
“I have work to do, baby.” he pleaded, pulling back to meet the desperate look in her eyes. “I’ll be done soon, okay?”
“Hm,” she thought out loud. “See that’s what I was thinking. That i’ll just wait until you are finished but I was just so damn horny,” she trailed her fingers over his clothed chest, feeling the muscles tense when she did so. “So I tried doing it like you do but…” She gave him a pout, dramatically pushing her bottom lip out.
“Can’t you do it yourself?”
“I can, I mean I was busy doing that and that felt really good but then I remembered how you did it with your fingers inside- which felt even and I tried that but I didn't feel anything.”
Her lewd words instantly sent blood rushing to his shaft and she felt the twitch it made instantly. She grinned and pushed herself down. “How did you do that, Shouta?”
With his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, he smiled slyly, hands nimbly flying to her knees to lift her up and turn around. Now she was sitting with her back against his chest head perfectly in the hollow part of his neck and her legs spread as she supported her feet on the desk.
“You’re such a naughty girl do you know that?” He preditoraly growled in her ear making her squeal out in excitement. “Didn’t even have the decency to wait until daddy’s done working, do ya? Hmm, Y/N? tell daddy what you’ve been doin’?” he brought his dominant hand to her heat radiating center hovering above it teasingly until she spat out the words.
“I-I’ve been touching myself, daddy.” she poured back innocently.
“Hm, have ya?” he took her hand in his own and guided them to his nose, sniffing as if to see if she was lying. “Oh baby I can smell how horny you’ve been. And you said it didn’t help, did you?”
She shook her head side to side, eyes looking back at her boyfriend with an innocent glint that could even be seen in the darkest depths of the night.
“Show daddy what you have been doing?” she gave him a nod and greedily brought her fingers to her center again, instantly probing her forefinger in her hole. Without giving it much thought, she moved the digit back and forth like she expected Shouta was doing and as expected it didn't do much for her. Not to say that there was something there but it wasn't enough to satisfy her.
Shouta let out a pity chuckle and shook her head at her. “Aw baby, see, that’s probably why you ain’t feeling that good. You’re not doin’ it right at all princess.”
She let out a whine and slapped him playfully on his bicep. “Don’t laugh at me! Show me how you do it?!”
“If I show you, would you let daddy finish his work?” he purred in her ear once he brushed her hair out of her face gently. She nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wider on his lap.
“Yes daddy.” she smirked with a smile.
“Give daddy a kiss first,” he demanded. Y/N obeyed turning her head over her shoulder to smash their lips in a teeth clashing, saliva rich, needy kiss. He let out a groan of pleasure and responded instantly by snaking both his hands to her drenched and throbbing center. As they pulled back their lips were connected with a thin line of spit making them both grin playfully.
“This is where you’re going wrong,” he explained gently. “When you stick your fingers inside you have to curl them immediately as if you were trying to motion someone to get closer.”
His fingers slipped in her tight love canal easily since her pussy was already slick with her juices. Y/N let out a relieved sigh and immediately jolted in pleasure. “Then I just start moving fingers just slightly, not too much just to keep them on your special spot, ya feel that? Ya feel how daddy is touching you?”
“Yes!” she dragged to words over her swollen lips as her eyes fluttered shut. “It feels so-- ah yeah-- it feels so good daddy?” she moaned as she rolled her hips on his throbbing cock, desperately in search for more friction.
“Daddy also likes to give your clit a little attention, and this is very important baby, it won’t feel as good alright?” she nodded, but she couldn’t care less for the words all her mind could comprehend was his delicious fingers sloshing inside of her. And when his rough thumb found her clit and began massaging figure eights, the poor girl lost all ability to speak.
“Oh fuck-- Ah!” she tried to praise him but became putty in his hands instead. Y/N shivered like a leaf in the wind, her hips bucking up in the air as if the touch he was giving her wasn’t enough. The movements the young girl was making build friction on his leaking cock, enough for him to let out soft sighs and phrases every now and then.
“Look baby.” he breathed in her ear. “Look down and take note of how daddy is fucking you with his fingers.”
With her lips parted in a silent gasp, she peeled her eyes open and looked down, watching how his hand aggressively moved against her sopping cunt. “Oh fuck daddy, that looks so good!”
“See how wet you are? See how you’re dripping-- fuck,” Y/N made a particular buck on up which created friction on him just in the right place. Aizawa swallows to keep his voice at one tone, desperately trying to hold his orgasm. “You’re dripping all over my wrist you dirty girl.”
She let out a whine and began thrashing her body on his lap as her orgasm neared closer than ever, dumbifiying her with pleasure. “Y/N If you keep doing that I’m gonna jizz in my pants.”
“Fuck, Aizawa!” She threw her head back, muscles in her abdomen tightening, sweat on her forehead drenching the edges of her heart, mouth slacking open and tongue falling out, drowsy eyes rolling to the back of her head. She sucked in a gasp and screamed as she shuddered. “Baby I’m cumming! Oh fuck I’m cumming!”
“Yeah? You’re gonna cum, hm?” By now Aizawa’s voice was trembling with the build-up of his own orgasm, his eyes screwing shut as he tried to fight the urge to cum like he was at war. “Y-you’re gonna--oh fuck-- bust your nut all over daddy’s fingers?” Aizawa let out a guttural moan when she released all over his fingers, the warm fluid pooling around the digits as she did so.
“SH-Shouto!!” She repeated his name like it was a prayer. Her orgasm crashing onto her like a tidal wave, awakening every single nerve she had within her body and demanding her mind. She let out soft mewls and sighs as she jolted with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
By now the friction had built enough for Aizawa to bust in his pants and with a carnal grunt and a shout of her name the teacher lurched forward and released hot ropes of cum inside of his boxers. “Fuck!”
The praises she moaned became soft mumbles as her nerves stilled and the gushing around his fingers stopped, both now stilled their movements, their obnoxious panting the only sound vibrating the walls.
His office around them became reality again, and the nagging paperwork staring down at him nagged at his awareness.
“Tha-thank you, Aizawa. I really needed that.” she pushed herself up and turned her head to peck her boyfriend on the lips.
Aizawa's breathing was still ragged when he pushed her off slightly, features on his face stilled with emotion. “Now get on your knees and clean the mess you’ve made.”
n-no.. don’t— don’t— nghhh! he was trying his best to remain cool and unbothered, he was. and props to him for trying as well, too. you’d give him the B+ for effort at least. but the two of you knew he was bound to crack under the pressure and pleasure eventually, vibrators wrapped around his dick. he always looked so pretty like this, you note with barely concealed amusement, taking pleasure in the way he squirmed and cried out, hips bucking up. his eyes rolled back when your finger moves the button towards a higher intensity, arms straining against the binds.
that’s my good boy, you coo gently, and he falters a bit at the praise, lower lip pulled between his teeth. he sags underneath your touch with a soft whimper, ruby rouge hues begging for his release. i’ll be good next time, he promises between hiccups, and while you want to indulge, you and him both know his bratty tendencies were always bound to resurface. you weren’t opposed to teaching him a lesson, though. you never learn, do you?
Rating: Mature (NSFW)
Fandom: Naruto, (Boruto: the next generations)
Pairing: Naruto x OFC
Tags: cheating, smut, smut, smut I’m sorry, anal fingering, squirting, slight breeding fantasy, love confessions, mean!main character, character with skin condition (vitiligo), black main character, i do not condone cheating at all I just love writing horrible scenarios, Hinata is my favorite charachter btw, gaslightling, passionate fucking, angsty-ish.
Wordcounr: 5600 something.
Summary: OFC Mila returns to Konohagakure after twelve years of her mysterious dissapearance, in search for the seventh Hokage.
tipjar :)
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Her boots created a faint imprint in the damp sand with each step she progressed deeper into the progressed village of Konoha. The wind rustled through the high carcasses of, which were at first, vedorus oak trees. It truly sends shivers up her spine, the quietness of the at first vibrant village now a broken shell of what she remembered what it used to be. Modern, out of touch with the human, something she’d see in the movies. What a shame.
The graveyard was cold and lonely and for the first time in that very long night she felt comforted. Loneliness was what Mila longed for. Pity tears bubbled up on the brim of her waterline realizing the moment she dreaded has finally arrived; after reading, for what felt like, millions of headstones she arrived at her father's.
Haru Natsuki
A tear she dreaded to spill rolled down her scarred cheek as she glides her fingers over the icy stone.
Dearly loved and never forgotten. It read. Mila shivered, a pang of guilt jolting her stomach. They were right, she really didn’t forget, she would never. Her father used to be the most important man in her life, her only caregiver after her mom laid her her foundling on his doorstep and fled the country. It would be a sin if she’d really forgotten him. Haru was Mila’s first protector from the harsh bullies, the first person to stand behind her 100% at all times. Despite his gender, he showed her how to be a woman and explained her duties in life. Yet his daughter was ignorant to the facts, choosing a path in life he promised was not good for her. Now, she was closer to him than she’d ever thought she’d be after twelve years, not thinking the reunification with him would be with his grave.
The single tear was soon joined by more, but the features on her face remained stoic, not daring to show any emotion. She emptied the brick that laid on her heart after, begging the spirit or soul of her father for forgiveness. During her pleads Mila sunk in the mud not caring that her denim jeans stained in the process.
She could talk to him like this for hours, but she knew it would take a toll on her mental state after a while. So after a few minutes, she scrambled herself back up and harshly wiped the tears away with her sleeve. Initially, she planned on stopping by her childhood home after she visited him, but now that the moment has arrived she found herself in desperate need of a drink. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to handle the silence anyway… the emptiness. Ironic since she was freshly released from solitary confinement...
It would be the memories that would come back to her. But shit, this entire village was bringing memories back to her so she had practically no way to escape it. After Mila kissed the tombstone goodbye she strolled away as if it never happened, changing her destination to the nearest bar.
With her mind now all over the place, it wandered off to her first days in solitary confinement, how she was unjustifiably put in there for a crime she didn’t commit. She hated it. She hated everyone. She hated the goddamn world.
The nights in there would take hold of her and all she wanted to do in those long black hours was to choose a particular corner in the room to scream and wait until the shrouded tears would subside. It wasn't the lack of company, although that's part of it for sure, more the black hole that grows more powerful with every reflection she would get from home. It would continue to gnaw on her and therefore it didn’t take long until all that was left of her was a human-shaped shell, numb and unphantomed by pain.
And that for twelve years.
The entrance bell rang aggressively when Mila made her way inside. Instantly she’s satisfied by the looks of the bar. It was nearly empty, that was if you didn’t count the drunken men passed out on the tables.
“Good evening miss, what can I get for you?” the bartender, who was replaced by someone else over the years, asked.
“A whiskey is good.” The first words she spoke up burned her vocal cords.
Within seconds her beverage was served, but the bartender seemed to stay interested in her and kept his gaze tightly on hers while he towel dries a glass. Mila pretends not to notice and hooks her fingers on the spandex of her facemask to pull it down. The bartender audibly gasped and Mila figured he didn’t intend to.
“It’s a skin condition, get over it.” She spat angrily and gave him a glare. He turned away from her, hoping if he’d pretend she wasn’t there his shame would fade away. Mila trailed her scarred fingers up the tall glass, catching the condensation drops in the process. Her mind raced as she fell into a wide-eyed daydream. She remembered how Shikamaru, Temari, and herself sat on this very bar. The conversation never left her mind, still remembering the exact words Shikamaru spoke; ‘Naruto is crazy about you, Mila. Which is weird ‘cause you guys have been friends for years now.’
Mila still remembered the expression on Temari’s face when she tilted her head and asked; ‘Yeah I’ve noticed that too. He won’t fucking shut up about you, what did you do to him?’
She smirked to herself, recalling that she took a shot right before answering Temari’s question. ‘We fucked!’ the look on Shikamaru’s face imprinted in her brain, the mixture of jealousy and confusion was hilarious in her eyes.
‘Gross!’ Temari faked a gag which Mila remembered found really over the top. Three weeks after that conversation, Mila fled Konoha. The memory wandered off to Naruto and how sweet of a boyfriend he was to her. He was caring, always protected her, and made sure she was taken care of. His characteristic blue eyes always stayed with her and helped her through tough times.
She needed him.
Mila slammed the empty glass on the counter and fished the stolen coins out of her pouch, flicking it right next to it. She muttered a low “keep the change” before she stomped her way out of the bar. As she flicked a cigarette between her brittle lips the breeze spread goosebumps over her skin. With a goal in mind, she gazed at the hovering Hokage tower in the center of the village.
With each step she progressed forward she grew nauseous knowing the Seventh Hokage and the love of her life was in that very tower.
She puffed out a cloud of smoke as she maneuvered her way in going past the security guard that was awfully bad at his job. As she climbed the brick steps her heart thumped in her chest like a frightened bird trying to escape out of it. Mila swallowed the nerves away, inhaling another nauseating breath of bravery for the umpteenth time that somber evening while she was at it.
The heavy door to the Hokage's office was shut and she prayed that it wasn't locked. The poor girl didn’t know how badly she was trembling until she reached for the doorknob. Swinging the door open, she took a drag of her cigarette blowing the smoke inside.
The seventh Hokage sat with his back turned to the entrance. The backrest of the chair was leaned back all the way so that it was resting on the desk. Mila’s heartbeat stilled at the sight of his blonde hair peeking above the chair.
“I told you not to smoke in here it gets in my clothes and it pisses Hinata off,” his raspy voice screeched out while he slowly turned on the spinny chair.
Mila stared back, eyes watering with the burning tears. Naruto sat up at the sight of the stranger in his office immediately alerted. “Who?-...” he tilted his head trying to x-ray through the spandex mask that covered half of her face. Naruto leaned in and seconds later a gasp of realization hit him. At the same time, the tears that were building up in her eyes trickled down.
“M-Mila?”
“You know you should get a new security guard.” Mila chuckled through a sob as she pulled the mask down revealing her face. Naruto went frantic and flew up from his chair and within a few big steps, they stood directly in front of each other.
“Mila?! Mila?!” With each progressing second, the shock in his features became more apparent. He tried to reach her, praying she wasn’t just in his imagination. And when he swung his arm around her shoulders to draw her into a hug, the blonde burst out into shamefully loud tears. Mila struggled to keep on her own as she flicked her cigarette on the ground and latched herself on to him. He still smelled just like how she remembered him; the authentic fragrance was practically permanently burnt in her olfactory system, the tones of citrus, chamomile and patchouli-scented aftershave still the same after all those years.
“You’re real! You’re alive-... You’re alive!” Naruto kept chanting as he tightened the hug.
“I’m sorry,” despite the hard exterior she wanted to put on, her voice sounded a few octaves higher and cracked at the end of her sentence.
“Where the fuck were you?!” he pulled back examining her face with worry, eyes darting across the scar that went through her lips. “Where the fuck have you been all these years?!”
Mila stared back in awe for just a second, his blue eyes somehow became even blue-er than they were before. “It’s an awfully long story.” Mila pulled back from him leaving him nailed on the floor.
“I’ve been looking for you for years, Mila!” He still stood starstruck, hands now in his pockets. Mila hid her face in her jacket getting the last whiff of his scent lingering on her.
“And now I’m here,” she stated, harshly wiping her tears off whilst she casually inspects the office. It not so surprisingly smelled like ramen; there were stacked piles of paperwork on the desk, bowls of empty ramen next to it, the windowsill was decorated with small framed pictures.
“How-- When did you get here? I can’t believe-- I can’t believe it’s you,” Naruto rambled, following her with his eyes, watching how she picked one of the pictures up. Smiling she looked down at the captured memory whilst a pang shot through her heart. The picture portrayed Hinata on a hospital bed, a newborn baby cradled in a swaddle and an older little boy -which awfully looked like Naruto- beside her. A pang of hatred courses through her veins and raises her anger levels. The Natsuki knew she had no right to feel angry or betrayed. And she couldn’t get angry at the kids, that's for sure, she should be angry at Hinata for living a life she was supposed to be living. She should’ve carried Naruto’s name.
“Look at you being the seventh,” she peered at him, looking back at his flustered face from underneath her eyelashes. “You always said you would be.” Ignoring the snap her heart made, she replaced the frame and strolled back over to him. In a swift movement, she hoists herself on the desk and crosses her legs while leaning back on her palms.
“Are you just not gonna answer me?” Naruto snapped slowly blinking at her behavior.
“I don’t like your haircut,” she pouted and made a face of disgust. “It makes you look weird.”
“Eehh?!” Naruto reached for his scalp in pure offense. He wanted to clapback and explain to her that it’s his ‘adult hair’ but there was no time for that.
“So are you all alone in office tonight? It's already way past working hours buddy. ”
It took all common sense within him not to slap her across the face. “But I knew you were here, hokages never get time to go-...”
“Mila!” Naruto demanded the word with a scowl, legitimately getting frustrated by her nonchalant behavior. “Both my bestfriend and girlfriend went missing for twelve years and now you reappear back into my life as if nothing had happened?! Where have you been?! When did you get here?! How did you get all those scars on your face?! All t-those weeks, months and years I-I’ve spent looking for your ass, don’t you think I deserve a fucking explenation.” The Uzumaki barked, folding his arms over each other.
The hardened features on her unique face had softened the slightest. Naruto was totally in his right to have a reaction like this, and she expected it too, but it didn’t take away the fact that she knew her answer would hurt him and there’s no way she could possibly tell him the truth without him not losing his absolute shit.
“Naruto…” Mila started apologetically, glassy eyes drilling into his. “I can’t stay here for long but I didn’t know where else to go.”
“What happened?” The seventh hokage demanded again, tone firm. “Whatever you’re going through or doing I can help you… We can help you.”
“No!” She was quick to reply. “No! It’s just... No! You cannot help me okay. Everything is fine.”
Naruto wasn’t buying it, knowing there was more to the story. Sighing deeply from his chest he gave her a meaningful glare “I’m sorry. But I know you and I can’t tell you.” The curly haired girl apologized, catching the disappointed emotion readable off his face.
Breathing out a chuckle through her nose, Naruto frowned. “You’re still handsome with your stupid haircut.”
“T-Thanks I guess...” Naruto whispered.
“Ya know Naruto, I’m not staying here for long you know I just…” Mila stops mid sentence, brain cracking up trying to formulate a sentence. I just wanna see the love of my life for the last time before I get murdered. The voice in her head boomed, almost instantly she felt the tears burn behind her emerald eyes, the stinging a familiar sensation. “I just wanted to see you because… that’s what you do with people you love but I guess that means nothing to you now.”
The gasp coming from the Hokage audibly hitched in his throat, eyebrows jumping as he turned to her. Mila punctuated her words as she picked up a framed picture that captured a moment of his wedding day, gliding her thumb over her ex-boyfriend's face. He gazed at Hinata lovingly, the same look he’d shared with Mila years prior.
“You’re being unfair.” Naruto spat, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I am,” Mila confirmed confidently, deliberately crossing her smooth legs over each other knowing damn well he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off them. Naruto jumped from his desk to stand directly in front of her, frustration readable off his handsome features.
“I am married,” he spoke as if he was trying to prove something. “But--”
“But what?” She drilled her eyes in his, looking directly in his soul. The look she gave him sent a thrill up his spine and flushed his face instantly. Something squirmed alive in Naruto - not Kurama of course- but something frightening and unexpected: a tight tingling pleasure, the joy of her sharing a look with him that she used to give him since they were teenagers.
If Mila could’ve seen herself through his eyes, she would’ve seen herself shine like a wild amethyst. To him, she was the most uniquely beautiful girl in the entire village of the world even and despite it being twelve years since he’d seen her, her beauty never faded… as if she didn’t age. Naruto let out a breathy chuckle and swarmed his face with his hands, shaking his head at her. “This is unbelievable. I can’t believe this is actually you.”
He didn’t want to say the words the voice in his head repeated, he’d been keeping them a secret since she left, never daring to say them out loud.
“What is Naruto?”
The blonde peeled his fingers off his face, avoiding her awaiting glance, shortly admiring the stars freckled in the gloomy sky behind her.
“Hey!” She forced the attention on herself again. “What is unbelievable, Uzumaki?”
“I-I-I.” Naruto started to stutter. “I always loved you, I still love you in a way-... I mean-... You always held a special place in my heart.”
Mila deviously smirked. “I never stopped thinking about you either. Never actually stopped. And trust me if I could turn back time and redo everything I swear-... Naruto I would’ve done shit differently.” the harsh tones in her voice as she usually spoke had disappeared and became desperate, pleading one.
Her teary gaze felt like fingers digging in his sides, and Naruto was struggling. Struggling to withhold himself in, worried he’d break the vow he made with Hinata.
“You have no idea how badly I regret everything that I did.” The step closer flashed red lights and stop signs before her eyes, but it was like she possessed him, like he couldn’t control the movements his body made. “I love you, Uzumaki.” her sentence ended with a choked whimper, followed by a sob. By now Naruto was close enough that he was directly hovering above her, close enough to smell the musky scent of her enormous mane of curls. His bandaged prosthetic fingers lifted her head from beneath her chin, making them look at each other again.
Mila Natsuki didn’t waste any time and swung her arms around his neck, eyes still watery, smiling at him. Naruto nailed to the floor and froze his movements. This is wrong, his mind told him. But it feels so right, how it was supposed to be, his heart spoke.
“Mila-...” His words were cut short when she firmly forced their lips at once. Of course, the blonde didn’t kiss back instantly, but he didn't pull away either. Mila moaned, the sensation and taste of him exactly how she imagined it would be. After a few agonizingly slow seconds he finally gave in, pushing his swollen lips back on hers, kissing her back as if she was the oxygen his lungs needed. Both made an improving sound as the movements of their lips became needy and drastic.
He moved his arms to her waist and pulled her closer until her boobs were directly pressing against his chest. Their heartbeat synchronized as they became greedy for each other's touch, eager for more.
As he steadied himself between her legs he pulled apart, eyes half lidded, lips parted, unable to breathe out of his nose alone. Nimbly her fingers crawled up his cape, undoing the snap buttons making it drop to the floor with a soft thud. A pang of guilt shot through him at that same instant.
“We shouldn't.” he breathed, no, pleaded her, he knew he wasn’t strong enough to put a stop to this. He knows she had him wrapped around her dainty fingers, if she didn’t put a stop to this, this would escalate into something worse than what was already happening. Mila turned a deaf ear to him and sneaked her fingers underneath his vest, feeling around the toned abs with a soft whimper. She discarded the vest off his body in a matter of seconds and he allowed it all.
Spirits know he needed this...
“I want you to forget all about her and enjoy me right now,” she looked up at him with her lip clenched between her teeth, a devious glow in her eyes. Naruto squeezed his eyes shut and steadied himself on the sturdy wood of the desk, muscles flexing on impact. Humming, Mila Natsuki admired the trained physique of the Hokage, scratching her nails over each muscle pinching his nipples before trailing down to his v-line. Naruto shuddered on impact, ignoring the voice in his head once again once.
Overwhelmed with a sudden hunger for him, Mila strokes her hand over the faint dickprint in his pants making him buck his hips up to her touch in search of more friction. With a groan, he reached for the picture next to her and slammed it down so he wasn’t directly faced with the consequences of his actions.
“Mila,” Naruto muttered eyes sealed shut. Movements of her dainty fingers became drastic as she trailed the hardening girth at a steady pace. The other hand reached for the nape of his neck drawing him in for another kiss. This kiss intensified from the other, as their tongues met each other again after all those years. The muscles rolled and licked up each other's saliva, tasting the other. The aroma of mint, faint tobacco, and alcohol tingled his taste buds, surprisingly making him even hungrier for her.
“Fuck me.” She whispered in her ear, tongue caressing the shell after. Goosebumps spread over his exposed skin. “Fuck the shit out of me, Naruto.”
In a swift movement, her hand pulled the growing seven inches out. It was thicker than she remembered; hairs around it neatly trimmed, veins visible starting from the underside of his cock and trailing down to his balls pumping heated blood through the girth, translucent precum bubbling out of his reddened urethra. “See you’re already hard for me. I know you wanted this.”
The Uzumaki scoffed mentally. ‘I’ve dreamed about this’ he wanted to reply back, but the firm pump of her hand left him speechless.
Mila had her pants off faster than Naruto could keep up the thin cotton of her thong, the only material protecting her yearning pussy. She leaned back on one of her elbows, resulting in a few office supplies dropping to the ground with loud thuds. She held her panties to the side with the other hand, lifting a singular foot on the desk. Her pussy made a wet sound as her lips parted, revealing all her glory to him.
Naruto cursed and wrapped his fingers around his now fully stiffened cock, giving it an agonizingly slow roll of his wrist. His other hand reached for the pussy lips, smearing her arousal from her hole to a clit with a singular finger.
Mila let out a sigh and rolled her head on her shoulders. “No foreplay. Fuck me. Take it out on me. Take out all your fucking emotions.”
Swearing, he stepped closer glans now probing her entrance. “You're so damn beautiful.” he praised through gritted teeth, pushing into her in one go. Mila was tight, extremely tight as if she hadn't been fucked in years. Her pussy was radiating a burning and welcoming heat as the wetness collected around his girth.
Her mouth slacked open with a soft cry, the feeling of something other than her own fingers, actual skin-to-skin contact satisfyingly pleasurable. It felt as if Naruto was pushing into her for miles on end, each inch stretching her open again. With a guttural moan, Naruto wiggled his hips until his pelvis was touching hers.
Mila’s chest rose quickly, her toes curling in her boots, her fingers flexing against the wood. For a second she worried she’d cum just like this. Suddenly her neck was squeezed in his grip as he pulled her leaning body back up against his, fusing their lips again.
“Please,” she begged when they tore away from each other. “Move. Fu-ahhh!”
His hips instantly found the perfect beat, fast, needy, and rough. Naruto watched her fall apart in milliseconds, hand holding her by her chin. His lips parted as soft pants came out.
“Fuck-- you’re so fucking tight for me. Oh shit!” He murmured. He burned his lips on the lighter spots on her face, the spots she used to get bullied for back when they were kids. The very spots he had to keep reminding her not to be insecure about. Then he moved to the freckles on her cheeks and jaws and kissed them as if he made each one of the special speck himself. “You’re--aaah- so beautiful, Mila,” he repeated. He moved his head to the crook of her neck. Letting his wet tongue slither over her jugular feeling her quickened heartbeat against the muscle. He let his hand roam free around her upper body, his pale hand perfectly contrasting on her dark skin. It worried him in the slightest bit when he realized how much weight she lost, now being kissing the underweight side of the scale. Naruto lets out a soft ‘fuck’, while his hands work magic on her delicate breast, not realizing how big they became until he touched them; cupping them, squeezing them, and taking the small nipples between his fingers through the thin material of her shirt.
Mila wrapped her arms around his neck and clawed his back surly drawing blood on the impact, moans effortlessly rolling off her dry lips.
“Aaaah-- Nnngg, Naruto! Harder! fuck me harder!” She demanded through gritted teeth. He obliged snaking his hands to her hips and lifting her off slightly, bringing them down to meet the thrusts of his hips.
With her mouth open, she rested her chin on his shoulder, eyes half-open in pleasure. A dark silhouette walking past the entrance she was mindlessly focussing on caught her eye and slapped her back to reality. She wanted to warn Naruto, tell him to turn around and close the door since they weren’t alone but then the hazel eyes of Shikamaru peered silently at hers. They were wide and filled with utter shock, he froze in the doorway permanently nailed on the ground, realizing what was happening and who he was looking at. Mila gifted him a smile, eyeing him up and down seductively. He had changed, much taller, growing beard very handsome. She pulled away slightly and swayed her hair out of her face, confirming his superstition with a slow appraising grin. He choked on his spit silently and moved his hand to cover his mouth, eyes widening even more, before storming away, leaving Mila smiling by herself like a frantic woman.
“...Such a tight lil’ pussy. Fuck!!” Naruto panted in her ear. Sweat droplets making his hair stick on his forehead, the heat radiating from both of their bodies raising the temperature in the room in a spike. “You wanted my cock for so long, didn’t you?”
“Yeah baby! I’ve been waiting for you.” she moaned back. He pulled away eyes meeting hers meaningfully. The last time she called him baby he cringed, hating it, but his eyes read nothing but proud amusement.
“Say it again,” He gritted through a moan. “Say it the fuck again, Mila.”
“Baby!! Baby!! You make me-- aaauhh ooohh-- Fuck!!” He pulled her off his cock and flipped her over so her breasts rested on the cold wood and her ass was perked out to him. He dipped himself in from behind and restarted the fast rhythm. The soun of skin slapping against skin and wet squelching of her throbbing pussy tinted the air and vibrated the high walls of his office. By now the smell of sex in the air was prominent since their juices mixed and both loved every part of it.
“Fuuuuuuckk, baby just like that!” her eyes rolled to the back of her head whilst a tsunami of pleasure crashed onto her with strong waves. Naruto held on to her from her hips, thumbs perfectly fitting in her the dimples of her back. He pulled her jiggly ass back with each thrust he forced forward. Naruto hoped he could stay in the moment forever the scene too perfect to forget.
He lifted one hand and trashed it down her firm ass cheek resulting in a loud splat. She moaned a sign that she loved whatever he had planned next. He rubbed the pain off the richly melanated flesh before giving it yet another slap. He fucked her exactly how he would in his dreams. How he’d never fuck Hinata before.
“C-Cumming! I’m cumming!” Mila struggled to get the words out, dumbified with pleasure. Naruto panted back like bitch in heat, rolling his hips causing his dick to twirl around in her narrow love canal. He dug his digits in the skin of her ass and pulled the cheeks apart, her tight little star spread open on impact making him moan from the sight. With a quick gurgle and a loud ‘puth’ he spat right on her asshole making her jolt in surprise. He moved his pinger over the saliva and coated the area generously before dipping a few centimeters of his phalange in. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth slacked open in a silent gasp. Hungry for more pleasure she pushed back, resulting in his entire finger slipping in at once. She stilled instantly hissing a sharp breath of pain.
“Easy baby,” Naruto leaned forward and whispered in her ear. The ring of muscle tightly clenched around him, nearly cutting off his blood circulation. The seventh Hokage pulled back and spit on the hole again, adding more slip to his moving finger.
“Nar-Naru-- I wanna cum! Please let me cum, baby,” she whined like a child being denied candy. Naruto didn't want her to wait for a second longer and restarted the rhythm of his hips, the finger in her ass matching up with the animalistic speed.
“Aaaaahhh--fuck! you feel so fucking good!” Mila trashed her head back, her muscles contracting as the orgasm cooked in her stomach. Naruto flew his other hand around her bodies to where they fused together and danced his bandaged fingers over the thickened and throbbing clit. He pressed down in figure eights and she responded with a scream, trembling on impact. “Fuck fuck fuck!! ‘M gonna make a mess! Naruto, sl--aahhhh- slow down… I-please!” Mila was babbling her hands scrambling desperately in search for something to hold on to. Instead of listening to her pleas to slow down, Naruto added another finger in her tight little asshole and worked his fingers even faster on her clit. He grunted lowly as her pussymuscles contracted around his throbbing cock. Her nails scraped the wood beneath her, and her body tensed up. Within seconds the gush of arousal flooded out of her like a waterfall, enough to push his cock out.
“Naruuuto!” She let out an elongated moan whilst another spray of her cum wettened their thighs. The Natsuki seized on the table as her mind went blank, vision reducing to nothing but a faint blur.
“That’s right… Moan the name of the person making you come like this. Make sure you never forget.” He rasped behind her, withdrawing the fingers from her hole as she rode out her peak. The blonde took his cock in his hand, giving it a preparing pump before repositioning the tip against her contracting entrance. He slipped into her easily and leaned down so that his chest was pressing against her back. Mila started to mewl with overstimulation, a putty to his touch. The alter ego of the sassy and nonchalant girl she portrayed all the time was put away as she became a slut for his touch.
His cock slushed in her pussy, the wetness and warmth it enveloped him in made his eyes roll in the back of his head. Naruto dug his teeth in her shoulder blade, hard enough to draw droplets of blood whilst he picked up the speed, chasing his orgasm in a shamelessly needy way.
“I-I love you Mila.” he breathed behind her. “I’ve always loved you.” Mila’s heart made a flutter despite the intense pleasure she’s experiencing. “Please don’t leave me. Oo--Nnng Fuck!” Naruto let out an elongated ugh, thrust becoming uncoordinated surely nearing the end. “Please don't ever leave me again. Please.” Naruto was aware of how pathetic he sounded, but he meant every word he said and he was willing to risk his entire life for this woman. “P-please Mila.”
“Naru,” the tremble in her voice didn’t go unnoticed. The aftershocks of her orgasm left her immobile and incompetent to speak.
Every single fucking nerve within Naruto’s body sprung alive and it wouldn’t take long for him to cum soon. “Please don't leave me.” he pleaded for the last time before an elongated ‘ugh’ rolled off his lips and the cock inside her deep canal throbbed, as he spurted out globs and globs of cum he had been collecting over the weeks.
“Fu-fuck, Mila!” He shuddered fucking his thick cum deeper inside of her, praying his seed would be plated in her uterus. She would have a reason to stay again, a reason she’d be close to him again. And he couldn’t wait for the Uzumaki to grow in her, not even caring about his reputation and his wife.
Naruto panted, chest rising and falling on her back as he slowly slipped out of her. Globs of his cum joined hers on the floor with a splash.
Remaining her arms around her waist. Gently, he kissed the bloody bite mark and soothed her perfect skin with his hand.
Slowly both Mila and Naruto fell back into reality. The office around them felt real again. The sounds of the crows crying and the crickets chirping outside could be heard. Something told Naruto that this was going to be the very last he’d ever lay with her like this, which scared him. He held on to her tighter, pressing his weight on top of hers.
“Naruto.” her vocal cords were damaged making her sound raspy. “Naruto you have to get off me.” her voice trembled again, this time not of pleasure but of the build-up tears.
“No,” he replied softly, “you can’t leave me again. You can’t do this to me.”
She went limp underneath him and let out a breathy sob. “I can’t put you in danger-...” realizing she spoke too much she silenced herself quickly.
“Wha-what?”
Mila turned her head, teary eyes meeting his. “They’re--... they’re going to kill me, Naruto.”
