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you-can-call-me-fangs · 2 years

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Hokage Naruto x Male Reader

a/n: making a quick fic for the ass end of Kinktober, I thought it be fitting to use a classic character and a classic kink, yeah I don't know why but Hokage Naruto got me acting up contains: some good ol' fashion cockwarming

Naruto was where he could usually be found; in his office doing paperwork, piles and piles of paperwork. Normally Naruto would be a little exhausted at this point, tired from several hours of constant writing for this and signing off on that, but today felt a little different.

As Naruto moved foward to place another finished paper in his done pile he stopped just short, his fingers twitching to grip the paper in his hand and his face ingniting in a red hue.

"Aww what's the matter Lord Hokage, feelin' distracted?" You said from behind the seventh, wrapping your arms around his waist and placing your head on his shoulder.

The reason Naruto was feeling so awake today was because his boyfriend currently had his cock lodged inside him. For the past few weeks Naruto had been acting especially sluggish as if work was becoming even more strenuous than normal, so to help Naruto stay up and alert while working you came up with a plan. Have the seventh hokage sit on your dick while he worked. It really was a full proof plan, I mean, who could possibly be unattentive and tired when you were straddling a cock that was constantly touching your prostate and even the slightest movement made you feel aroused? The answer was nobody, not even the hokage himself apparently.

You started kissing the hokage's neck being careful not to leave any obvious marks-- Naruto claimed it wasn't a good image to have as an upholding leader-- only lingering just long enough for Naruto to gently lean into you, tilting his head so you could have better access. You continued, leaving a trail of kisses from the side of Naruto's neck to the back, lightly biting down right in the center. Naruto, completely unprepared, gasped along with a jolt of his body making him remember the dick still inside him. Naruto instinctively reached for the arms of his chair gripping them for dear life while a particularly loud groan left his mouth, he was starting to feel a little sensitive after several continuous hours of you being inside him.

"Wow, you've really done a lot of work today, Lord Seventh, I think it's about time you took a break," you said in a hushed voice muffled slightly by your lips still grazing the back of Naruto's neck, with each word the hokage couldn't help but shiver. "I think it's about time you took a break." As the words were leaving your mouth, your hand had made it's way down to Naruto's crotch quickly feeling the protruding bulge and grabbing a hold of it, it twitched from your touch, you could also feel a large wet spot where his precum had leaked through his pants. Naruto's only response was another loud moan, he was becoming less and less able to hold back his desire for you, he needed you, now.

Naruto's want was something that he didn't even have to use words to communicate to you, you could already tell how desperate he was for you to actually start moving, thrusting your hips into him as hard as you could, not caring who heard either of you fucking right there in the hokage office. You smirked at the thought.

Naruto let out one more pathetic, half concealed moan, "I guess that's a yes," you said before picking you and Naruto up out of the chair and placing him on top of his desk.

You admired the view of Naruto lazily pulling his pants down the rest of the way, freeing his cock, while you moved your hand up his back taking his shirt with you exposing more and more of the athletically built body underneath. You breathed out an airy laugh, looking at the plump ass of the adorable man below you, swaying back and forth from the effort of fully taking off his pants. Grabbing a handful of Naruto's ass you tested pushing your hips even closer, forcing every last bit of your cock inside. You just didn't want to pull out it was far too warm and snug inside Naruto, he fitted you like a glove, like he was made for you and you alone. Naruto began whimpering with each attempt you made at getting deeper inside of him, forcefully pressing against his prostate each time causing him to clench down on you even harder. You joined in with Naruto's little noises, moaning out, getting louder each time he got tighter.

As fun as it was to simply be inside Naruto, to really help him truly make the most of this break from work, you had to start fucking him properly and show him how much of a good stress relieving boyfriend you could be.

Better yet, you could see how much of a moaning mess you could turn the hokage into.

#here's your latest possible Halloween treat #Happy Halloween by the way!#not me also using this fic as an excuse to test out what kind of layout i like for my fics #anyways here's your daily reminder that Naruto is offically a dilf now #everyone say thank you Boruto!#naruto x reader #naruto x male reader #hokage naruto x male reader #boruto x reader #boruto x male reader #choosing whether to put one or two spaces between each text block is so unnecessarily difficult for me #naruto smut #top male reader

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chaeros1e · 1 year

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Summary:You woke up to C/n or Nanami grinding on you in his sleep and you decide to help him out being the good friend you are.

This can be any character or for those who requested Nanami a while ago

It was one of those dreamless sleep that went by quickly you only shut her eyes for a few minutes. You would've thought it was still the middle of the night when you woke up if it weren't for the sun coming in through the open window. Specifically, you woke up because of a long sigh right by your ear, making you blink your eyes open quickly and start to stretch your legs out under the sheet and blanket.

You were on your side, and c/n was pressed right up on your back, his arm draped around your torso. He sighed again, and you felt him shift around against you. Most importantly, you felt something hard and hot on your lower back. Eyes going wide, you jolted as you felt him rock his hips against you again. "c/n" you whispered, hoping to wake him up. "Mm," he hummed, smiling against your neck, and you shuddered. "c/n" you hissed, and he snorted as he woke up suddenly.

He pulled back and all but jumped away from the you. "Shit, I—" he mumbled, sitting up as the bed creaked; god, his face was so red, he looked adorably flustered and a bit terrified. "I'm sorry, birdie, I swear I wasn't trying to—"

"It's okay, c/n" you insisted, sitting up with him, "it's not a big deal." "What'd you say? It's not big?" he choked. "No! c/n, it's—" you stopped herself from saying what you wanted to say then. "I know that happens to guys in the mornings..." ."Oh, yeah," he agreed, reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously, "happens when we're in bed with pretty girls, too..."

Before you could wonder if there was something to read into there, he spoke again. "I'm fucked," he groaned, running his hand down over his face, "what's the time?" "Ten 'til 9," you informed him following a glance at the clock on the nightstand. "We've got breakfast soon, we're supposed to be there in 15 minutes," he recalled. "And I can't get dressed 'til he's gone away." "How do you normally get rid of it?" You wondered, watching him look at you for a second before looking away again.

"Well..." he trailed off, clearing his throat."Well?" she pressed."Y-know he stammered, "it's— her— fuckin' shit, birdie, can't say it with you lookin' at me like that..." "C'mon c/n I know you jerk off," she rolled her eyes, "you and every other boy on the planet." "But I can't do it with you here!" he yelped, and a pang of self-consciousness hit your chest. Were you that horrible of the night that he wouldn't be able to finish with you nearby? "I-I'll leave then, give you some space," she offered.

"Birdie, I'll know you're just outside the door, that's not gonna help," he frowned. "Well shit c/n where do you want me to go? Fuckin' Illinois?". "No, shit, that's not what I meant," he groaned, reaching up and covering his face as he rubbed his eyes with his fingertips. "You've just got me all messed up— not your fault, I mean!" You bit your lip, glancing over at the flowery wallpaper on the opposite side of the room, then to the window and its view out over the beach. "I mean, maybe... maybe if it would help, I could..." Jesus, birdie, don't say you're gonna jerk me off or somethin' " he pleaded with a concerned tilt of his head, and you stammered as you tried to remember what she was going to say. "No, I— I was gonna say you could..." you began again, "er— I mean, before, while you were asleep, you were... it was..." What?" he pressed, leaning a little closer to and you chickened out.

"Nevermind, sorry," you shook your head, "you should just get dressed— nobody'll notice it.". That was a lie: if it looked as big as it felt, a family of four could go camping under the tent in his shorts at this point. "No, c'mon," he pleaded, scooting a little closer to his former friend, "won't make fun of you or nothin', just wanna know what you were gonna say. You know I can't run downstairs with my willy tryin' to jump out, yeah? Like, 'hey guys, pass me the ketchup, then— don't mind my fuckin' sausage under the table—'" You laughed, pushing him on the chest— but he just moved closer, again, looking right at your face.

You felt oddly exposed to him, even though he should’ve been the one feeling like that considering the circumstances. “Fine,” she relented, “I was just… thought maybe you could— well, it could help you if you, um… just… pressed up against me, again? Like you were before? And you could, er…”Dropping your voice to a mumble just above a whisper, you watched your hands clutch the spotted quilt instead of meeting his invasive stare.

You could... grind on me, a bit," you finally completed, so quiet that you barely heard yourself. But he was a few inches away— he must've heard her. "Eh?" he grunted, and you rolled your eyes."C'mon, Eddie, you're not deaf, are you?" Not just stub my stiffy on you?" he realized, tilting his chin down and raising an eyebrow.

Leave it to c/n to throw all the subtlety to the wind and just say it outright like that, ignorant to the way it made your cheeks burn and your throat catch. "I-I mean, I don't want you to," you denied quickly, "I just thought it might go away if you did. Means to an end, right?" "Yeah, means to an end," he agreed, clearing his throat. "Just feel a little weird about it, birdie, I mean... it's you. You know I love ya— don't wanna be rude to you or, er, disrespectful—" "It's not," you promised, "I'm offering— and it'll be quick, right?". "Er, yeah," he coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again, "should be..."."Okay, then, should we?" You asked, sheepishly raising your eyebrows as you looked at him.

"I mean, fuck, birdie," he laughed nervously, "I think you know we shouldn't."But you both already knew that you were going to, and the thrill of something so forbidden titillated you further. "Lay down then, yeah?" he instructed you softly, and you turned back onto your side as you felt him press up to your back. His arm slipped around your front, the one with your bracelet on his wrist, and you could feel him breathing by the back of your neck as he brushed your hair out of the way.

"This alright?" You nodded, and he held you a little tighter; she felt it then, brushing up against your lower back. You were getting sweaty from how warm it was with him pressed up on her under the thick covers, yet she still shivered. He hummed quietly, his hand moving down your hips so he could hold you steady. And he rocked into you again, more confidently, a shaky breath falling from his lips.

When his forehead rested against the back of her shoulder, she felt her back arch slightly; and then she could feel the ridge under the head of his cock, she could feel it when he moved in one, long stroke and she bit her lip, arching her back deeper. "Shit," he grunted quietly, and he started to move a little faster right after he said that.

After just a minute or less of that, you were beyond desperate to have him inside you ,you couldn't stop thinking about what it would feel like— about how he would stretch you open, how he would moan for you as he filled you to the brim. If he wanted to, right now, he could just lift her shirt a bit and pull her panties down without saying anything, slip inside you in one go; you were soaking and he'd slide in so easily.

"Fuck, birdie," he breathed, "roll over." His verbal command was a bit moot, since his hand was already on your shoulder, gently pushing you to lay on your back. He hovered above you for a moment, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. "Spread your legs," he whispered; you’d only been waiting years for him to say that to you. You did it unquestioningly, and he slotted himself between them with a low groan.

When he pressed himself up against her — through so many frustrating layers of pajamas— he shut his eyes and tossed his head back for a second. It was so perfect, his face in bliss like that, the morning sun peeking in through the curtains and making his curls shine. He looked fucking beautiful. A little gasp jumped in your mouth as he started to thrust against you again, each stroke of his hips rubbing right over you needed him most,making his chain dangle over your face. You almost felt guilty, for a second, with the little engraving of Saint Thomas right there, like he was watching her do this. "Sh-shit c/n" you hissed, catching yourself before you moaned aloud when he rocked his hip harder against you and her hole clenched. If only he could feel that now— if only he could feel around his cock how desperately you needed him.

He descended upon you, burying his face in your neck. His hair tickled her cheek, and you fisted at the sheets to stop yourself from reaching up and holding onto him— that would be too much, too needy, right? It was just supposed to be a means to an end, after all. "Can I kiss you here?" he asked under his breath."Er, why would you do that?" You wondered. "Just— thought it might make it go faster," he justified."Y-yeah, c/n, fine," you nodded.

Do whatever you want to me. He latched on right away, a mess of lips and tongue and teeth all over your neck; everything in you fought to keep your moans down because you didn't want him to know how much you loved this, how close you were to coming without even doing anything... without even taking your clothes off!. "Are you close?" You asked him softly, feeling him nod."Yeah," he mumbled, and his heavy breathing cooled your skin where it was still wet with his spit. "Just a little longer?" You're not gonna give me a hickey, are you?" You whispered. "Not if you don't want me to," he replied.

"Just— make it quick, c/n, we've gotta be downstairs soon," you reminded him."Right, yeah, 'm gonna come," he promised, sending another chill over your body. One of his hands moved down, holding your thigh as he thrust faster and faster— fuck, the headboard was about to hit the wall.

Just as you looked up to see it slam once, she saw his free hand reach up and grab onto it tightly, blocking the impact with his knuckles."c/n," you breathed, an involuntary reaction to how deliberately sexy that was."Say it again," he requested quietly."c/n," she repeated, and he grunted right against her ear he didn't stop moving entirely, just slowed down quite a bit as he rutted against you.

"Fuck," he sighed, panting. You swallowed, feeling wonderfully strange knowing that must be it, that he just came because of you.His weight sank onto you, making you let out a groan from the air rushing out of your lungs, and he laughed quietly. "Sorry," he mumbled, lifting himself and hovering above you again, "didn't mean to crush you...".

"S'all fine, c/n," you promised, closing your legs as soon as you had the chance— before he could see that you’d soaked through your panties. "Now that you've got me to bust in my trousers, we're not so friendly anymore?" "Shut up," you laughed as you pushed him aside, swinging your legs off the bed so you could get up. "Gonna use the bathroom and then I'll get dressed." "What?!" he croaked.

"You kidding? Of course, I get to use the bathroom first!" Not if I get there before you," you challenged, jumping up and trying to race him across the bedroom. He beat you, but only by playing dirty— he ran up behind you and grabbed the girl, spinning you around as you kicked, laughed, and squirmed in his grasp.

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