Roommates Au

roommates au

modern au + college roommates.

it's 3 am when you hear a knock on your door.

a knock, and not a ring from your doorbell. that, at least, tells you it's someone you know and not a murderer out for your blood, because you know only one person who thinks you can hear someone knocking on your doorstep all the way from your bedroom.

you drag yourself out of bed with much reluctance, groggy from sleep as you slink to the door. with a few quick turns to open several locks, you pull the door back, revealing a familiar silhouette.

“hey,” kazuha greets, equally as groggy as you were. “sorry i came without notice. i couldn't see any buses, and i can't afford a taxi this month, as you know.”

“you talk too much. just get in here.”

this has happened enough times to be considered a regular occurrence. kazuha's a good friend from college, since you shared several classes together, and you're close enough to allow him to crash at your apartment.

this strange guy is... not the richest person around and couldn't afford the places nearer your campus. hell, he took so many night shifts just to afford basic necessities. you don't have the heart to let him wait for the bus and possibly cut off more of his time to rest, so you told him it'd be fine if he came over once in a while. but admittedly...

“it's really annoying when you wake me up,” you complain, scratching your head. kazuha flinches at that, face crumpling into an apologetic expression.

“oh... i... sorry.”

you retreat back into your bedroom and kazuha feels awkward, now a little lost on what to do. he has always thought he couldn't keep leeching off your kindness, and that staying over your home all the time was intrusive, but he didn't... expect to be told something like that so coldly. he supposes you become more honest when you're irritated.

then you come out of your room just as he was preparing to lay a mattress. you toss him an item he couldn't quite see properly in the dark, but he catches it with his fist easily, though he's a bit confused. “what's this?” kazuha holds it up, tracing its circular shape, and is startled to see keys dangle from the chain. he blinks his eyes, trying to check if he was seeing it right for good measure.

“my spare,” you casually answer, yawning. “you don't have to wake me up or whatever when you come over anymore.”

he stares at you in astonishment and you don't even acknowledge it because you returned to your bedroom right away, leaving him dumbfounded.

“...if it's like this...” kazuha admires the set of keys in his hand, blushing furiously at the item symbolizing your trust in him. “...why don't we just live together...”

by all means, it is already like you live together.

he leaves clothes at your place, ready for him to use because he comes over a lot. heck, he has his own tiny closet.

then you even have his body wash in your bathroom, and other skincare products you kept giving him. (“i don't need these, [name]-” “kazuha, your skin is gorgeous. it'd be a crime not to take care of it, so for the love of god, just take these.”)

you keep beer in the fridge, along with fresh groceries that kazuha uses to cook you meals, and-

with each thing he lists, kazuha wonders why you aren't roommates yet.

when he suggests it at breakfast after you gave him your spare keys, you were way too quick to agree with it. like you didn't have to think at all.

and so the cohabitation ensues.

frankly speaking, nothing hasn't changed aside from him getting a proper bed and that he had someone to split the rent with.

you're pretty much acting like his sugar daddy whenever you get groceries together, though.

“kazuha, please. just take one pack of candy.” “you don't have to buy anything for me-” “JUST ONE. and we're going shopping tomorrow, there's a sale.” “i haven't received my salary yet.” “it's on me.” “wha-” “your birthday present.” “my birthday is two months away.”

and he's grateful, he really is, so he shows his appreciation by doing more chores and cooking the meals you like, learning the recipes he doesn't know yet.

you don't know how he prepares breakfast when he has so much shifts at the weirdest hours possible, and he looks like a zombie every time he comes home.

but he does, and when you wake up, there's always a plate of thick, fat pancakes lying on the table, glazed with golden honey and a can of whipped cream laying next to it. complete with a sticky note, ‘i'm passing out after this but i hope you have a good day’ scrawled on the paper. “this dork,” you snicker, “he's like an old man. he could've just texted me.”

he's unexpectedly fussy when it counts. he somehow always knows when it's going to rain, doesn't matter if the weather report that day stated there was a low chance of precipitation, and he's never wrong about it. he forces you to take an umbrella and acts like the world will end if you didn't wear a jacket.

you wear the one he hands to you, begrudgingly so, and you earn weird looks when you walk into campus.

not necessarily for the reason you're thinking.

“why are you wearing that?” your friend stares at the hoodie you're draped with.

you laugh awkwardly, scratching your cheek. “i know, it's weird to wear it when it's so sunny.”

“no, i meant- why are you wearing kazuha's clothes?”

...okay, so that makes sense.

“are you two...” they narrow your eyes at you. “sleeping together?”

“wha-” you choke on your own spit. “what the hell are you talking about?!”

well, you are, but probably not in the way they're thinking.

you're a light sleeper, but kazuha's worse than you are. he's not very fond of loud thunder.

you didn't particularly mind the lightning cracking outside, but you open your eyes when you hear a knock on your door. you sigh, but you're not seriously upset.

kazuha's there, as you expected, with a pillow in his hands. his expression is unreadable.

“what is it?” you rub your eyes, somewhat half-asleep.

“there was thunder, and...”

kazuha doesn't know what he came for either. he sought for comfort, but what did he intend to do here?

“okay.” you gesture for him to come inside, and at first, he's hesitant, but you didn't seem to mind and your room looked so inviting compared to his empty space, so he follows after your lead.

he did not, however, expect you to invite him to your bed.

“huh- do you want me to sleep... there?”

“yeah, why.”

that didn't sound like a question at all.

“but- are you sure-”

“point is, you don't wanna be alone, right? hurry up, i have an exam tomorrow and i need to sleep.”

that makes him feel more urgent and he thoughtlessly does as told, but he regrets it slightly because your bed is warm, too warm, and oh, all of a sudden his face is too.

is this really okay... he thinks to himself, embarrassed for his actions. it's his fault it came to this situation.

but you pull him close, and the thunder is deaf to his ears. your heartbeat is steady, terrifyingly calm under these circumstances, and yet his own is racing in his chest, a rhythm that makes him worry if he's going to die from a heart attack.

still... it's warm. it's comfortable. it has always been, when he's with you.

he falls asleep before long.

the next morning, rays of sunlight peek through the gaps in your curtains, and your phone buzzes on your bedside table.

you know it's your alarm, but you can't move, and this time it's not an excuse to stay in bed for longer, because you physically cannot stray an inch from your current position.

when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is an angel.

a pretty angel with soft hair, long lashes, and a pair of lips way too close to your face.

it's kazuha. of course it is.

but you think it's fine like this, with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his hands lying loosely on your waist. it's fine to be curled up beside him on your bed, tangled between the blankets.

it's fine if you spend everyday like this, right?

“ah, damn...” you curse quietly, tucking kazuha's hair behind his ear. “i want to wake up to this face all the time...”

and you do, for a long time.

atta girl

pairing/s; daichi sawamura x fem!reader

warning/s; (18+) minors dni, pwp, dubcon, infidelity

word count; 1.8k

summary; police chief daichi who knows he should be packing up and clocking out in time for christmas dinner with his family but he’s too busy folding you in half against the cabinets in the file room, hissing against your ear to “shut up and take my cock quietly and then maybe i’ll drop the charges,” as he rams his cock into your squelching pussy over and over again, tugging against the handcuffs he never bothered to unlock to even remember the name of his loving, doting wife patiently waiting for him at home.

a/n; hi @ingeniumswhore​​​​​ i’m your secret santa! i’m so sorry this is so late, i was supposed to have finished and posted this christmas day, but guess who lost her job, had to apply for a new one, and got struck down by a fever all in the same month? :< i also made a moodboard to pair with this as an apology for being so late here.

you don’t remember how you got here, lewd slurping sounds reverberating throughout the small room as some stranger repeatedly pulled you on and off of his prick. vaguely, you think you were arrested for petty theft, but with every lazy buck of his hips that squeezed his shaft halfway down your throat, whatever picture of a thought you could piece together would slip through your fingers like sand.

the stranger—daichi sawamura, his shiny badge says—smirked only slightly, peeking at you with half-lidded eyes, having seen just how much of a fighter you were before he manhandled you to your knees and shut you up with his cock. now he was seeing a side of you that was much more pliant, a side of you that looked so pretty sucking him off.

he’d like to think his face betrayed no emotion, but his eyes swam with mirth, flickering with heat, and you tried to look away from the intensity of it all. but that was practically impossible, all you could see was him. your senses were constantly overloaded with him; his scent, his slick, his hands, him, him, daichi, daichi, daichi.

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part two

ushijima wakatoshi x female reader (timeskip)

content warnings: nsfw mdni, flashing, non con groping, stalking tendencies, non con voice recording, oral; m receiving

word count: 797

pervert!ushijima who wasn’t a pervert. he always respected women and never dared to look at them in an obscene way, until you came along. you in your tight shirt, buttons almost popping off at how tight the shirt was taut around your chest. his eyes couldn’t help but find their way back onto your tits every time he looked away. not to mention the way they almost fell out when you’d bend over.

pervert!ushijima who, as the teams starting outside hitter, was eager to get to know you, always lending a helping hand. he lived for when your fingertips would brush when you pass him a bottle. such a good little manager, you were. always bending yourself over to pick up a stray volleyball, giving all the boys more motivation to keep practicing with a flash of your panties.

pervert!ushijima who always sat next to you on the bus to games. he knew you preferred the window seat, and he was happy that way nobody except him was close to you. and when you fell asleep on his shoulder, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity of feeling up for sexy body. especially when nobody could see. his hand would graze over your cunt through the track pants, feeling your throbbing core ache at his touch as you snored.

pervert!ushijima who noticed how flustered you got over everything. when fukuro’s eyes would wink at you after admiring your figure, or when kageyama when bite his lip whenever you talked to him, staring at your own. you always had the same reaction. your cheeks turned pink as you pulled you lips into a thin line, trying to calm yourself.

pervert!ushijima who always offered to drive you home after practice. he knew you loved his car, and loved seeing you blush. he had written in his notes which apartment was yours, and often sent flowers or other gifts anonymously. of course he wouldn’t send you such gifts without a win for him, so he did occasionally (every time) slip in a little voice recorder so he could just hear your voice. whether you were just talking on the phone, or desperately rubbing on your clit and moaning, wakatoshi was on the other side with his cock in his hand.

pervert!ushijima who stayed late to practice his serves, and you were such a good manager offering to help him by passing him the stray balls. he insisted you wait in his car whilst he showers so he can drive you home after, so you did. you quickly realised you forgot your phone, which was now out of your bag and sat on the bleachers. you quickly fetched it, when you heard a door open next to you. your eyes shot up, as you thought the gym was locked.

your mouth dropped open at the sight of naked ushijima. standing there, water dripping from his hair onto his toned chest, down his prominent v line to his...

his cock. you gulped at it, blinking rapidly. he was a got 8 inches, and thick too. and he was hard. it was slapped up against his stomach, red and veiny.

your eyes flicked up to his own, which were already on yours, a small smirk playing on his lips.

‘will you help me, y/n?’, 

you gasped as his tip hit the side of your face, pre cum oozing out. you shuffled your knees to get more comfortable. you moved your pupils to look at him, breathing in sharply at his look of desperation.

he shuffled forward, guiding his cock to your lips as he painted the pre cum on your lips like lipgloss.

‘pretty’, he muttered lowly as you looked up at him, tongue poking out between your lips.

you felt a large hand caress the back of your head harshly, and that was your signal to move your head forward, taking wakatoshi’s thick cock into your warm mouth.

you squeezed your eyes shut, too embarrassed to look up at the man sitting in front of you. you heard soft groans leaving his lips as you bobbed your head forward, his tip hitting the back of your mouth.

your throat instinctively clenched around the foreign object as choking noises came out of your mouth.

‘that’s my girl’, you heard wakatoshi mutter from above you.

you peered up at him through your lashes as you brought your head forward more until most of his cock was down your throat.

your eyes were still on his when you started to slowly bob your head back and forth, hearing the deep-voiced man groan so highly above you

your cheeks were hollowed as you felt his hips stutter. your looked up, eyes half lidded as you felt him cum down your throat. 

‘what a good fucking manager’

i honestly didnt like this but its been in my drafts for a while and i wanted to post so hope u like it

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[18+] The Princess and Her Dragons Masterlist *SMUT* Poly!AU

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona (Yona of the Dawn)

This is a chaptered fic but each chapter can be read as a oneshot. Heed the warnings. Each one has smut and specific kinks. 

18+ only.

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Cheater Cheater Event!!! - NSFW

Featuring: Timeskip! Cheater Daichi

Warnings: afab reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cheating (obviously), y/n is a lil toxic but in a hot way

Words: 2.3k

Minors dni!

I’m so excited to have participated in this event. I really wanted this piece to be perfect and whilst I don’t condone cheating, whew! I’d cheat with Daichi 🤤 go check out @a-kaash-me-outside to see other entries in the collab or to check her stuff out in general! Thanks so much for hosting!

Never again. Daichi tells himself that everytime he finds himself with his hands twisted in your hair, mouth moving possessively against yours. As your hands pull at his hair and nails claw at his back. As he ruts desperately into your heat, cream lining the base of his cock. As he tells you how good you are, how perfect for him, how delicious you taste.

It’s what he tells himself as he opens the door to your smirking face, so much like your sister’s. He had tried to ignore you, to ignore your texts and videos, knowing that his radio silence wouldn’t deter you because time and time again it ended with him sending the same message. A desperate ’I need you’, because all Daichi could think about was the feel of your nails on his scalp, your lips on his neck, and your tight fucking pussy clenching down as he filled you up again and again.

The thoughts plagued him as he kissed Aiko off for work. They were on his mind as they sat through another uppity dinner that Daichi would have rather had at home. Worst of all, they were all he could think about on the occasions Aiko tried to initiate some sort of intimacy between them. All he could think of when he had his girlfriend's lips on his was how much he wanted his lips on yours.

You don’t say anything when you enter, crowding Daichi’s space as he shuts the door behind you. You don’t say anything as you reach your arms around Daichi’s neck, shudders running up his spine as your fingers scratch his scalp before fisting it in your hands to pull him into a bruising kiss. Just like that a flip is switched and Daichi feels like his skin is burning all over. His hands grab and flex at your hips, groaning as he kisses you with lips soft but forceful. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to open your mouth to him and let your tongues move over each other. It’s sloppy and desperate. Daichi can feel how the saliva dampens both your mouths but he knows you don’t mind, always smirking in satisfaction when he spits in it. He doesn’t do that now though. Not yet, he knows.

Instead Daichi reaches his hands around your thighs and hoists you up, shifting so he doesn't have to stop kissing you. He knows you can feel his erection between you when you smirk against his mouth. You hadn’t been there, in his arms, for more than five minutes and already Daichi was hard to the point of pain.

He walks you to the bedroom, their bedroom he thinks with some shame, but then your lips drift to his jaw down to his neck and the thought floats away as he feels your teeth at his jugular.

”Y/n…” he murmurs, the first words that manage to leave his lips since you’d arrived.

You lick a line along his collarbone in response before sliding from his arms. Daichi doesn’t like it but he doesn’t stop you as he sees your arms reach for the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. A curse falls from his lips as your lingerie is revealed to him, the colour standing in beautiful contrast to your skin. He can’t stop staring at your body. The sway of your hips hypnotises him as you walk towards him.

”Take off your shirt.” You demand softly as you fall to your knees before him and Daichi wastes no time following your order. Your pleased hum makes him bite his lip.

Daichi tries to stand still but he can feel his body vibrating with anticipation as your hands slide up his thighs only to lightly skim against his erection and he tries to thrust in the sensation.

”You’re so worked up,” you tut mockingly from your knees. Slowly you undo his trousers and pull them down along with his briefs. ”If you’d let me, I could have helped you out sooner.”

The irony of who’s really in control is not lost on him. Daichi briefly considers responding but then your mouth is on him and it punches the breath from him. Your mouth is so hot around him. You lean back from a moment to spit on his cock and it makes Daichi moan at how filthy it is everytime. Whenever you take him into your mouth it is immediate, mouth sucking him until the head of him hits the back of your throat. Your hands are on his ass helping him to thrust into your mouth, drool spilling from the sides. It’s always too much but Daichi thinks it would be far worse if you stopped. He loses himself in the feel of your tongue licking along the veins of his cock and the light scrape of your teeth on his shaft and the squeeze of your throat. He reaches the peak so quickly with how relentlessly you suck him and then it is gone and his chest is heaving.

”You always make such pretty sounds.” You hum as you rise slowly, nails running up Daichi’s chest and he twitches under your administrations, before reaching your arms around his neck to pull him into another bruising kiss. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass and the other makes swift work of your bra, wanting to feel your skin against his without any barriers.

”Eager aren’t y-” Daichi cuts you off with a bite to your neck and is rewarded with a gasp.

He spins you quickly, backing you into the bed until you stumble onto it. Daichi kicks off his trousers and wastes no time following you down. He groans into the kisses. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. This is all that he could think about and it was all he could do to hold out this long but now that you’re here…

He pulls away abruptly and you whine lightly but he wastes no time explaining his actions. Instead he yanks at your panties and just barely finds the control to not rip them from your body in his eagerness to get to your pussy. Finally. Finally, he thinks, as his eyes roam your naked form. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant lightly, the swell of your hips into plush thighs, the plump lips of your sex, and your eyes. They stare straight into his, daring him into action.

Daichi parts your thighs and nestles himself between them, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his eyes glaze over. He uses his thumbs to spread you open in his bed- their bed, and god does he feel disgusted with himself, but not nearly enough to stop him from grinding his erection into the mattress at the sight of your weeping pussy. Your hole flutters as he stares and Daichi brushes the pad of his thumbs over it, entranced.

”You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he groans before diving in and moaning at the taste of you.

Daichi slurped eagerly between your legs, large, rough hands holding your thighs open. It stole the breath from your lungs, how eagerly he licked at you. His tongue worked wide and flat over your clit in long strokes, and then it was at your entrance to catch the grool that dripped from you. The sound of it was filthy and filled the room mixing with the symphony of your gasps and whimpers. Daichi slurped at you like a man dying of thirst. It had been weeks since your last meeting and far too many months since this whole thing had begun. Daichi was always aware of the time limit to get his fill of you and desperation worked in every action.

Your moans only drove him further into insanity as Daichi felt himself get drunker and drunker on the taste of you. You moaned with abandon. You moaned like someone who had nothing to hide. Like you didn’t care who heard you. Like you didn’t care if your sister walked into their home to find you with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s head and it only drove him to lap at you more. Your thighs trembled in his hands, flesh spilling between his fingers, and he used his grip to pull you closer. You were going to cum. He could feel it in the flex of your hole as he worked his tongue into it and Daichi knew he craved the taste of your cream far too much for him to ever stop.

”Daichi!” You gasped desperately, and then your thighs were clamped around his head, hips grinding into his mouth as you came. It tasted so sweet that Daichi was moaning along with you. He licked until your body went limp and then he crawled up from where he lay between your thighs, sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin on his way. Your chest rose and fell heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm but Daichi gave you no chance to recover as he claimed your lips as his own. He worked his tongue into your mouth and grunted when you sucked on it.

His cock throbbed painfully from where it was pressed between the two of you. Daichi ached to be inside you, hips thrusting against you subconsciously. He was so engrossed in kissing you and the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against your skin that he was grunted in surprise when his back hit the mattress and he found himself beneath you. You slid your wetness over his cock, smearing your cum over his hard skin.

”Please,” he gasped.

”Since you asked so nicely,” you said, but Daichi could hear the edge of a moan in your voice and it pleased him to know it was because of him.

He watched as you sat up on your knees and reached down to put the tip of him at your entrance but you didn’t sink down onto him just yet. You were smirking at him, at his desperation. With a growl Daichi used his hold on your hips to thrust up into you, cock breaching your walls and he moaned loudly with relief despite only barely being in you. You’d cried out when he’d done it and now your voice was hitching with whines as you worked your way down his cock slowly. Daichi bit his lip as he watched himself slide into your tight heat. It was the only way to keep himself from moaning so he could listen to you. Hearing the sounds you’d make as you filled yourself up with him was almost as good as the feeling of being inside you.

You let out a soft sigh as Daichi bottomed out that opened into a cry when he couldn’t resist thrusting up. He was back to begging, his thrusts only serving to tease the sensitive head of his cock as it ground within you.

”It’s alright baby,” you whispered gently as you rose until only the tip of him was inside you, ”I’ll take care of you.”

Unlike when you sucked at him, you took your time to slide down his cock again. You weren’t slow necessarily, but you moved with measured strokes up and down and it was driving Daichi crazy.

”So good-” Daichi’s voice broke as he moaned.

Your walls were gummy around him, squeezing and fluttering with each movement. Even now as you rode him, his hips were twitching and rocking up. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to stay inside you forever and each time his hips took on a life of their own Daichi could hear your breath stutter, your moans grow hoarse as he used your pussy.

”Daichi,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat on a particularly forceful thrust that had his cock kissing your cervix.

Daichi felt your rhythm falter. He could feel your walls beginning to clamp down on him and the ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. You were getting close again. You were chanting his name as Daichi tightened his grip on your hips so he could slam you down on his cock. Again and again he pulled you to him.

Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream and then you were soaking his lap, your cum dripping down his balls. All for him. This was all for him and he loved it. He loved how your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how your breath shuddered through you in sobs as you came down. And he loved how your pussy was still choking his dick as his hips refused to slow.

He was falling hard into your body and Daichi wasn’t sure he could find the way out anymore. He sat up quickly, his hips stilling as he claimed your mouth once more.

Suddenly your hand was grabbing Daichi’s chin, forcing him to pull away from you. You started to bounce once more with his face gripped in your hand. He could barely make your face out as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, but he could see the cold possession in your gaze.

“Tell me I’m better.” Daichi started lightly at the demand.

“Y/n-“

“Tell me I’m better than Aiko.” You sharply cut off his protest, your hips speeding up as you rode him.

“You- you're better.” Daichi heard himself gasp out, but the words felt like they came from someone else. “So good- so much fucking better.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” You growled and Daichi wanted to whine pitifully as he felt his balls tighten.

“I’m yours. I’m yours” Daich chanted over and over. The words were the ultimate betrayal. White blinded his vision and came harder than he ever thought he could.

Daichi knew he was ruined. That he would never let you go or stop this madness.

”Aiko will never be able to do this to you.” You whispered softly in his ear.

He knew this was a one way ride to misery, but god did it feel so right being in your arms.

okay this might be a bit batshit crazy but if you're willing to write Boruto (not many people do </3) concept of a Boruto x Reader where the reader is also fucking Naruto but Boruto doesn't know? Maybe the reader is on a team with Boruto and after they come back from a mission ad give a report, Naruto asks the reader to stay behind for extra questions but sends Boruto and the others back only to fuck reader on the Hokage desk?

bestie this is NOT batshit crazy (i have a similar thought only with Naruto and Minato or Kushina or both!) but alas all I know about Boruto has been learned against my will so this is more Naruto focused than on his little son.

Boruto and Reader are both 18+ ofc and idk what even happened this was not supposed to be this long

WARNINGS: infidelity (both by reader and naruto), office sex, daddy kink, age gap, creampie, dirty talk, breeding, MDNI

The mission hadn't exactly failed, but it wasn't a complete success either.

It was supposed to be a simple delivery, in and out with no questions and absolutely no attention. Which half happened. The documents were exchanged at the meeting place with the Hidden Stone shinobi, but then Boruto had to start talking. And of course, considering he looks so much like his father, it sparked a request for friendly sparring with the Hokage's son who of course accepted despite your insistence that you had to go which definitely brought attention to the small clearing - which required you to do damage control as squad leader and assure the traveling merchants that no the Leaf and Stone villages were not feuding again despite the action still happening behind you.

The most frustrating part being that your boyfriend was proud of his behavior and saw no issue with defying the rather strict orders of his father when given the mission and your directive as the squad leader. The irritation festered the entire trip back, as he wouldn't shut up about the fight, until you're seething as you stand in the Hokage's office. You weren't going to say anything in front of your team, wanting to let the Hokage know in private that his son was going to be the death of you despite the immense love you had for him, but Boruto just had to cut off your report with a comment on how he "showed them who the stronger shinobi was".

Which prompted first a lecture, then to be told your whole squad would be getting D ranked assignments for a month, then you were told to stay while the other three were dismissed. You were the leader of this team, and he had questions regarding your inability to keep your team in check while on assignment.

"Sorry babe," Boruto comments as he leaves, further raising his father's ire and yours by kissing your cheek before he left. You loved him, you really did, but you were going to kill him if his father didn't beat you to it.

"Lord Hokage, I-"

"Save it." The raised hand has your mouth promptly shutting, since he was in charge. Your boyfriend had already dug you a hole, you didn't need to bury yourself in it too. "That's why you were so mad when you walked in, huh?"

You nod, moving so you stood directly in front of his desk when he gestured with his finger for you to come closer.

"Just that, right? Not mad at me for anything?"

"If you're serious about only D rank missions for a month for my whole team, then we might add that to the list." Your comment has him smirking, and you watch as he stands to his full height before he moves around until he's standing behind you. Strong hands settle on your shoulders, and you feel his hardness pressing against your back as his lips brush the shell of your ear.

"I'll let you earn higher rank missions back, just gotta be good for me." The proposition has you nodding immediately, ignoring the guilt that starts to pool in your gut as Naruto's hands have your pants undone and pooling around your ankles. "Thought about you all day, honey. Was so happy to see you walk through that door but then I saw how mad you were - you're hot when you're mad, y'know. Did you miss your Daddy while you were gone?"

You can only nod, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as his fingers toy with your clit. This was his office and you're sure your team (including your boyfriend) is waiting for you, you had to be quiet. Getting caught would ruin more than just your relationship, Naruto's family and reputation as Hokage would also be ruined should he be caught in such a compromising position.

"Answer me honey."

"M-missed you so much, Daddy," you whisper, turning your head to look up at him as he grins. And you did miss him while you were gone, despite traveling with your boyfriend. And it wasn't that you didn't love Boruto - you did love him dearly! - it was that his father had so much experience that you couldn't help yourself. Boruto was young; very confident but very inexperienced and didn't quite listen to your directions, his father was the opposite. Naruto knew just how to touch you to get you desperate for him, could turn you on with just a few words, and listened when you said what you did or didn't like - he was a man in every sense of the word and you loved getting to call him Daddy.

This wasn't the first time you'd been split open on the Hokage's cock while bent over his desk, and you know it won't be the last. Despite his marriage, despite your relationship with his son that seemed to be headed towards marriage, you won't be able to quit each other. You're addicted to the way his cock stretched you, the way he makes you feel small but so safe. Was it fair to Boruto or his mother? No, it wasn't, but what they didn't know wouldn't kill them.

"He says you're the one," Naruto grunts in your ear, his grip on your hip tightening as his thrusts seem to get impossibly deeper in your cunt. "Says he wants a family with you, but he doesn't know he's gonna raise my baby. Gonna give Boruto a little brother to raise, baby?"

You can only nod your agreement, knowing that you'd give Naruto anything he wanted. He continued to talk, telling you how much he loved your pussy and how he didn't ever want to give it up. He'd be there on your wedding day, fucking you in your ceremonial clothes before you walked down the aisle to marry his son.

He knows when you're close, covering your mouth with his hand while encouraging you to let go for him. Cum for your Daddy so he could give you a baby - and the way he moans into your shoulder when you do is divine. It's not long before he's fulfilling his promise and shooting ropes of cum towards your waiting womb, all while murmuring in your ear how great you were and how he couldn't wait to see you round and full with his baby.

"You're off the hook," he murmurs, fixing your pants for you before he turns you around to kiss your forehead. "Your squad mates can meet me at the training fields at dawn tomorrow for a chance to earn missions back."

"Yes, Lord Hokage," you whisper with a smile, something that has him pinching your cheek as he calls you a brat before sending you away with a gentle swat to your ass. "See you tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it."