#dilf naruto

It had been three months since Naruto felt anything warmer than his own hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.

It wasn’t for Hinata’s sake that he wasn’t fucking anyone, they were in the middle of a divorce after all. He could do what he pleased.

Signing the papers was like lifting a huge weight from his shoulders - he was finally free.

But every time he tried to flirt, he fumbled. Or spilled coffee on himself. And that stupid app Sakura and Ino showed him? Filled to the brim with college kids - way too immature.

They’d give him a release, yeah, but he needed something GOOD. Someone who could handle all his pent up sexual frustration.

He didn’t have time to praise an insecure college student.

He needed to fuck. Like an animal; with ferocity and without a care in the world. He needed to hurt someone - in the most polite way, of course. And with consent.

Which is why he saw you at a social club in The Hidden Cloud before his scheduled meeting with the Raikage in the morning, he awkwardly slumped his way over to the bar and gave you a squeaky “Hey.”

You looked at him, deadpan. Your eyes were glassy from the light buzz, your cheeks flushed and pinchable. You were exactly what he needed, so beautiful, and young - younger than him, by a long shot. He gulped as he slid into the seat next to you.

“Hey.” He corrected, his voice back to his standard husky vibrato. “Can I… I’d like to buy you a drink.”

You smirked at him and bumped your shoulder to his.

“It’s illegal to refuse a drink from the Hokage, isn’t it?”

Naruto’s face was red as a cherry all night, adjusting himself to a new position every few minutes, unable to find a comfortable position with the way his pants were tenting with every soft giggle, or feather of a touch to his arm.

The bed was long forgotten. The moment you shut your apartment door, the Hokage pounced on you like a wild lion, his mouth hot and blazing with desire.

Now you laid flat on your kitchen table as his strong hands held your legs up and his manhood pushed its way past your slick folds, electric pops short circuiting your brain from how much he stretched you out.

“You’re so tight,” he hissed, surprised. You felt damn good. “Such a good little slut for me.”

Ah, so the Hokage is a bit of a freak in bed. How fun for you.

He watched the way his cock slipped inside of you, pulling back slowly to observe the warm liquid pooled out from your pretty pussy and soaked over his length. He enjoyed the wet squishing sounds as he thrust back into you, ignoring your embarrassed cries of “sorry”’s from how loud your cunt was.

You could tell he was desperate from his gruffs of pleasure with every time your nails scratched down his back and his haphazard rhythm, how he went from primal thrusts to soft and gentle swaying of his hips, hardly ever taking his deep blue eyes off you. Bandaged fingers caressed their way over your face, gripping your cheeks to purse your perfect lips.

“You like fucking the Hokage, kid?” He asked, his voice raw and hoarse. “Like feeling my dick in your stomach?”

You held your legs up for him as he moved his free hand to your tummy and gripped on, the pressure shooting stars throughout your vision as the room started to spin.

You murmured a quiet “Yes.” He let out a dangerous chuckle.

“Louder. I want you screaming tonight.”

The world faded away as he let go of your face and enveloped your lips with his, increasing the pace of his thrusts once again. His balls bounced against the skin of your ass, sticking against you briefly due to the seething liquid that had pooled down the length of your pussy. His tongue swirled in your mouth, his low groans echoing around your kitchen.

It was just you and him. You dug your nails into the back of your thighs right as the bubbling pressure in your stomach started to boil over and you obeyed his command.

“Yes! You’re so deep!”