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“So, your dad is here to stay?” (Y/N) asked with far more nonchalance in her tone than she was feeling inwardly.
“Yeah, I guess so. Pretty weird, huh?” Naruto’s laugh was awkward, and she felt a little pang of sympathy for him.
To live your entire life, until you were seventeen, without parents, only to have your father pop back into your life to stay permanently? On top of that, the blond had only really found out who his real parents were shortly before the war (or right at the start- things all sort of ran together in the blur of war trauma). So really, it was a double whammy.
“Yeah,” the young woman agreed lamely. “It was nice of him to offer to take the hat again so Kakashi-sensei wouldn’t have to, though.” She usually would have made a snarky comment about Kakashi avoiding responsibility, but after all the revelations of what exactly had happened over the course of his life, (Y/N) was far more lenient.
She still harassed him over his inability to stay in the hospital when he clearly needed to, though.
Naruto took a few moments to finish his bowl of ramen (the fourth that day), before he answered.
“He’s starting to train me for the position once he retires, too. It’s… It’s getting less awkward.” He paused for a moment, then brightened to his usual chipper self, much to (Y/N)’s relief.
“Hey, do you want to join us later? He seems to like you, and that bastard still has his chakra locked up, and Sakura-chan’s working on that project with Ino…”
“Oh? So I’m the last resort?” (Y/N) teased her friend, laughing as he started to sputter protests.
“Alright, I’ll come,” she cut him off mid exclamation. “But I don’t know what you expect me to do in a spar against the Yellow Flash and you, Mister reincarnated god.”
She had to wonder what he’d meant about his dad liking her, though. She was a young woman with eyes, after all, and Namikaze Minato was nothing if not charming and devastatingly handsome, even though the cracks in his skin from the Edo Tensei that had originally resurrected him were still fading.
So what if she’d had more than a few fantasies of him bending her over the Hokage desk and- Nope. Definitely not going there while Naruto was dragging her off to the training grounds to see the man in person.
Maybe Ino was right, and she needed to get laid. It had been months since the war ended, since her little quasi-relationship with that kunoichi from Sand who shared her tent broke off when they both went home. They’d had fun, and maybe if they’d been from the same village… But there was no use crying over a bunch of possibilities.
Who better to bounce back with than the Fourth himself? the devious little voice in the back of her head asked (rather unhelpfully, given she was trying to avoid thinking about that exact scenario).
“Naruto,” the voice of the Hokage was every bit as excitable as his son’s as he waved the two teens over from the entrance to Training Ground Three. “You brought (Y/N)? Good!”
“Namikaze-sama,” she bowed respectfully once her friend released her from his grasp.
“No, no, please just call me Minato! Any friend of Naruto’s is a friend of mine.” As she uncurled from her bow and tried not to stumble over at such a bold request, she missed the look exchanged between father and son. Not like she would have been able to interpret it, anyway.
“I…is that even legal?” Her question drew some laughter, as she’d intended, breaking her own tension in the process. It helped her focus on preparing for the spar ahead, and get her mind out of the gutter.
At least, until she was pinned beneath Minato with a kunai to her throat half an hour later. Naruto’s supportive cheering, telling (Y/N) she’d put up a great fight, were lost to her ears as she stared into the ocean blue gaze bearing down into her own (e/c) one.
It seemed like both a split second and an eternity before he let her up, even offering a hand as she stood. When she took it, it felt like an electric current running from her palm to her loins.
“Good work. You gave me a run for my money.” Was his voice just a shade deeper, huskier than normal, or was she imagining it? Just like she was wondering if she was imagining his hand lingering for a moment longer than necessary once she was standing on her own two feet. (Y/N) didn’t mention the blatant lie of her presenting any sort of challenge to a man whose prowess on the battlefield was the stuff of legends (though it was nice of him to try and boost her confidence like that).
She left the training ground as the sun was setting with an invitation to join the father-son duo again in a few days and an aching need between her thighs.
Minato had pinned her in the same way twice more, and she definitely hadn’t been imagining his erection pressing into her stomach during the final occurrence.
Her hand did a terrible job of satisfying her that night. How could her fingers compare to his, calloused and large and sure- or to that monstrous girth he hid beneath his pants? Maybe she would take Ino up on her offer to set her up with someone. It wasn’t as though she could proposition the Hokage-elect (Hokage re-elect? The ceremony to swear him back into office, relieving Tsunade from her duties, was next week).
The new Yamanaka head had a blind date scheduled for her within a few hours the next day. How Ino found time to do everything, plus shoulder all her new responsibilities since her father’s untimely death in the war, was beyond her. (Y/N) already felt overwhelmed between the hospital, regular missions, and the handful of times she was needed to decipher an encoded message in the cryptography department.
That particular day was relatively unburdened, though, so the kunoichi had plenty of time after her shift in the hospital to get ready for her date later that night. It had been a while since she’d put so much effort into her appearance, making sure her legs were smooth as silk, her hair and makeup done to as much perfection as she could manage, and a matching set of lacy underwear underneath her cute new dress. Not that she was expecting things to get that far- she needed more of an emotional connection before rolling around the sheets. Still, she trimmed her hair below the belt as well. Just in case.
They met outside a tea shop at six on the dot, and the young man introduced himself as Tanaka Ryosuke. (Y/N) discovered, as the evening went on, that he was as generic as his name and appearance implied. He was a jounin, newly promoted to the rank like her, and they vaguely remembered one another from the Academy, though he was a few years her senior. He probably picked on Naruto, she silently condemned the man, already regretting making such an effort for such a dud.
“Oh, (Y/N)-chan? What a surprise!” She instantly regretted her last thought as the voice of Namikaze Minato floated into her right ear, turning to face the blond man to meet his beaming smile with one of her own.
“Minato-sama! I didn’t know you visited this tea shop- Naruto must be off with Hinata-chan tonight?” It took her a long moment, too distracted by the man who haunted her dreams showing up in the flesh. Looking at her like she was the only person in the entire restaurant. The lace of her underwear grew damp, even as she turned to shoot a less enthusiastic smile across the table.
“Minato-sama, this is my date, Tanaka Ryosuke-san,” she gestured to the man, who was now looking exceedingly nervous. Minato’s gaze swung to him, and the younger man began actually trembling. Which was weird, because Naruto’s dad was the nicest guy ever, barring his son.
She didn’t have too much time to dwell on it, though, because the same warm, calloused hand that had featured exclusively in her fantasies the night before came to rest on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
“Well, I’d hate to interrupt your date any further.” A strange sort of disappointment flooded her chest, even as the Fourth continued talking. “I hope you both have a pleasant evening. See you tomorrow afternoon, (Y/N)-chan.” Okay, she wasn’t imagining the huskiness that entered his tone when he said her name, was she? It had been emphasized by another squeeze to her shoulder, this time a little more firm, so… What exactly did it mean?
It took a few moments of silence after Minato wandered off to his own table before either of them spoke.
“You know the Hokage?” Tanaka’s voice was still a little wobbly as he asked, dull green eyes sliding nervously to a spot over her shoulder as he spoke.
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve been pretty good friends with Naruto since the Academy.” Just before they’d graduated, when her single mother had lost her fight with a cancer caught too late to do anything about, they’d even declared their own little orphan club (the dark humor had helped her to cope when nothing else had). “He’s a great guy!”
That didn’t seem to ease the young man’s nerves, though. If anything, he seemed in a hurry to end the date, even calling the waitress over for the check midway through their meal. It was so awkward and embarrassing that she couldn’t even bring herself to look at Minato as they left, keeping her head down to try and hide the shame that she was apparently so bad a date even the most generic, boring man she’d met didn’t want to spend time with her.
(Y/N) stewed in her own thoughts that night, too upset to do much other than shower and slink off to bed to mope beneath her pile of blankets. What had she done wrong? It wasn’t like she’d intended to go on a second date with the man, so it shouldn’t be so upsetting! But it was a different matter to agree amicably there was no chemistry than to be so openly rejected in a weird, sudden attitude shift.
Her funk continued into the next day, and Naruto lacked enough tact to refrain from asking the second she showed up to the training grounds with such a sullen expression.
“What the hell happened to you, (Y/N)-chan?” Vaguely, she was aware of Minato’s head snapping to attention, eyes fixating on her form as his son started probing her for information.
“Bad date last night,” she tried shrugging it off as she began sinking into her warm-up stretches.
“Oh.” Her friend paused, seeming thoughtful for a moment before breaking into his usual grin. “Well, I had a great time with Hinata-chan last night!” Leave it to Naruto to brighten her mood with his own guileless cheer.
After cheering her up so thoroughly, he then proceeded to kick her ass all up and down the training field. It was fun, and she actually managed to get a few hits in on him! But she still ended up collapsed in a heap beneath the shade of a tree afterward, taking the time to guzzle the entirety of her water bottle as she watched the much more evenly matched father and son spar.
Somehow, after two fights in a row, the Uzumaki still had the energy to declare he was going to try out some new taijutsu moves with his shadow clones while Minato headed towards (Y/N), settling himself under the tree beside her (with far more grace than she’d done, she might add).
“You know,” the older man said after taking a few measured sips of his own water, “You wouldn’t have to deal with bad dates if you went with a real man, instead of a boy.”
Her heart stuttered to a stop in her chest as she dared look over at him. Instantly, those ocean blue eyes arrested her, making it harder to breathe (and just when she’d been calming down from her spar, too).
“I-” She hesitated, then, a sudden wave of boldness overcame her. “Did you have anyone in mind?”
“Perhaps,” he teased, but there was something sinful in his voice as he spoke. A promise, a threat, she honestly didn’t know or care which at that point.
“But he’s a very jealous man, and won’t share what’s his.”
The heat that had started simmering low in her stomach at his initial suggestion exploded into a roaring wildfire.
“Oh? It sounds like he’s a man that values what he has.” How she managed to flirt back in her current condition was beyond her, but (Y/N) couldn’t wait to see where it went. All this was confirmation she hadn’t imagined those looks the past few days. How long had he wanted this, wanted her?
“What are you guys talking about? You look so serious!” Just like that, Naruto ruined their moment, put a stop to that slow taunting, the meandering way they’d chosen to state what both of them very clearly wanted. Still, she loved her friend and couldn’t help but laugh.
“We’re making bets on how long before you push Hinata’s buttons enough for her to yell at you!” (Y/N) shouted back, grinning at the blond teen from across the field. He let out an indignant shout at that, rambling on about how Hinata-chan would never and how amazing his girlfriend was.
It was cute, really, and she was glad the two were finally together. Poor Hinata had admired him in silence for too long, and Naruto needed a partner who was able to love him unconditionally and handle his… exuberance.
“You keep telling yourself that,” the (h/c) kunoichi teased, finally shifting to stand. Now that her little moment with the incumbent Hokage was over, she needed to finish stretching so she wouldn’t have limbs too stiff to head into work the next day. Sinking onto one knee to start working on her hip flexors, she felt Minato’s proximity before his breath ghosted across the shell of her ear.
“Come see me after the inauguration. Alone.”
Her hands resumed their busy work that night, as she let her mind run wild with just what the Fourth had in store for her. Hopefully, one of the many things she fantasized about.
Calloused hands running down her sides, grasping her hips and pressing her firmly against the large wooden desk taking up half of his office. Minato sinking onto his knees before her, grasping her underwear and dragging it slowly, teasingly down her long legs. Parting said legs with his hands to finally taste what he’d been waiting to, making an absolute mess of (Y/N) as she could only throw her head back in a silent scream, hands gripping the edges of the desk so hard her fingers went numb.
It was still with those daydreams in mind that she made sure to have her prettiest set of matching underwear on that day, all delicate pink lace that left very little to the imagination. She was just as prepared as she had been for her date the previous week- legs shaved, hair and makeup done as nicely as she could manage, and a dress that was modest enough for the inauguration of a returning Hokage, but still emphasized her height and the flare of her hips.
If she was really going to fuck Namikaze Minato, she wanted to be prepared, after all.
As a bonus, she got lots of compliments from her friends when she arrived in front of the Tower, and she was always happy for a little boost in confidence! Though, she did feel a little bad having to turn down the invitation to go out to dinner with everyone afterward.
“Hot date?” Kiba waggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a smack from (Y/N) on the back of his head.
“Even if it was, it’s definitely not with you” She shot back, wrinkling her nose in feigned disgust at the mere thought of going on a date with the Inuzuka. The banter lasted until the moment Tsunade and Minato made their entrance, and the crowd gave a great cheer before settling down to watch the official return of the Yellow Flash.
(Y/N) was so anxious for what was to come afterward that it was hard to focus on Lady Tsunade’s speech. Was she really going to sleep with her oldest friend’s father? He wasn’t that much older than her, biologically, considering his body had returned to the condition it was in when he died in his early twenties, but the taboo was there regardless.
Ocean blue eyes met hers from all the way up in the balcony, and her nerves began to settle. He wanted her, she wanted him, it was as simple as that. But… but what about after? She would never dare to think she could replace Kushina, obviously, but she didn’t think she wanted this to be a one-time occurrence.
It was a discussion that would have to wait for privacy, though.
They managed to separate their gazes form one another’s for stretches of time as the ceremony went on, but always they came back, like magnets. Even as the hat finally graced the blond’s head after nearly two decades, and she managed to cheer with the rest of the crowd, it felt like Minato only saw her.
“I heard Tanaka-san got posted to the Kumo border,” Ino shared as their group prepared to split up- her to what everyone assumed was a hot date as Kiba had so eloquently put it, and the others to dinner. The news caught her off guard, but the Yamanaka waved a hand nonchalantly.
“I didn’t realize he was such a dud. Next time, I promise to pick better, although it sounds like you might not need it,” with a wink, she herded the rest of their friends off in the direction of Yakini-Q.
As (Y/N) made her way slowly towards the tower’s back entrance, making sure to avoid the throng of civilians leaving various gifts and cards with the guards at the front, she dwelled on Ino’s words.
Had Minato managed to get her date sent on the worst patrol duty assignment a Konoha shinobi could be given, even before he’d officially reclaimed his title?
”But he’s a very jealous man, and won’t share what’s his.” The blond’s words from a few days ago bounced around her head, mixing with the look of fear on Tanaka’s face as he had looked over her shoulder at the restaurant- in the exact direction of where Minato had been sitting, facing him, she was now realizing.
With Kumo already starting to try and stir the pot in the relative peacetime that followed the Fourth War, it was almost a guaranteed death sentence if he stayed for a few months.
He’s trying to kill a man for me. Over me.
Why did that make her want him even more?
“Oh, (L/N)-san,” the voice of one of the guards at the back door to the tower broke her from her thoughts. “Yondaime-sama said he had a meeting with you right after the ceremony. Come on in,” the shinobi waved her through with a smile, which she returned despite the growing anticipation within her.
“Thank you, Amane-san.” With a polite nod to Amane and the other guard (whom she recognized but couldn’t put a name to the face), she headed up the many floors of winding staircases.
Finally at the top, she nodded at the two ANBU posted outside the door, but before she could even raise her hand to knock, the door burst open. Her vision was filled with blonde pigtails, a green haori, and cleavage for a moment. It was all she could do to exchange greetings with the Senju, congratulating her former mentor and hokage on her retirement and wishing her luck on all her gambling adventures.
“(Y/N)-chan, come in,” Minato’s voice called out to her through the doorway the moment Tsunade disappeared down the stairway the younger kunoichi had just come up. On slightly unsteady legs, she moved forward, making sure to shut the door behind her. The Anbu on either side of the door had disappeared at some point.
Minato must have dismissed the entirety of his Black Ops guard at some point during the conversation with Tsunade, she realized, because there wasn’t so much as a flicker of questioning chakra when Minato slammed his hand onto the wall behind him, activating a seal she assumed was meant for maximum privacy. All the faint noises filtering in from outside stopped in an instant, and all she could hear was the sound of their breathing.
“I meant what I said the other day, (Y/N).” The hokage’s voice dipped low, his eyes fixed on hers, not allowing her to look away. “I’m a jealous man. If we do this,” he was suddenly no longer behind his desk, but standing behind her, the warmth of his chest seeping through the layers of their clothing and onto the skin of her back, “I’ll get rid of anyone who touches you.”
She couldn’t hold back from shivering, but as fucked up as it was… She liked it.
“So this isn’t just a-”
“No,” Minato’s tone was harsh as he cut her off, wrapping his arms around her and trapping her against him, letting her feel his erection straining against the confines of his pants, undoubtedly wanting to slip inside her.
She was going to let him.
“What if I don’t want anyone else touching you?” Her voice was breathy, higher pitched than usual, but it didn’t stop her from subtly tilting her hips back into his, her ass pressing against his hardened length and drawing a guttural groan from the man.
“I’ll get rid of them, too. For you,” his voice had dipped into an even lower register, the words spoked with his lips grazing the shell of her ear. Goosebumps raised on her arms, and she couldn’t help the tiny moan that escaped her at such a promise.
Her underwear was definitely ruined, at that point.
“Yes or no, (Y/N),” even in her own haze, she could sense the thin thread of patience the Yondaime had wearing thin. The grind of his hips into her ass emphasized it. And who was she to keep her leader waiting?
“Yes.” The word hadn’t even finished leaving her lips before she was being slammed down onto his desk, the few papers that had been atop it scattering to the floor. She couldn’t make a sound, though, as her mouth was already being claimed by the blond’s.
It was a rough, possessive kiss, leaving no room for her fantasies. That was just as well, because what Minato was doing to her in that moment was so much better than anything she could have imagined.
And then his hands began lifting her back up, just enough to get at the zipper running the length of her spine. She pressed up into him, only pulling her lips away from his long enough to draw a breath, and then she dove back in, arching her back as his calloused fingers traced a slow, sensual path down the newly exposed flesh, only stopping briefly to toy with the band of her bra.
“Ever since I saw you on that battlefield,” Minato’s voice once more brushed against the shell of her ear, before he began trailing his mouth down the side of her neck as his hands began peeling her dress off, “I knew you were mine.”
It should have scared her, the instantaneous possession he'd felt over her, that he'd proceeded to keep from her for months. Yet, like all the other red flags he’d waved in her face, she took it and wrapped it around herself like a blanket- warm and cozy and making her feel cared for.
That was why, when he pulled back far enough to look at her, blue eyes no longer looking like a calm, clear ocean, but the stormiest sea, she smiled at him. It was soft, softer than the occasion might have otherwise called for, but it seemed to do the trick. His grin was almost boyish as he looked down at her, before he proceeded to drag her dress over her hips and off her entirely, flinging it somewhere behind him.
The look in his eyes, hungry, possessive- like she was prey waiting to be devoured, let her know she’d made the right choice in underwear. Lightly, the Yondaime ghosted his index finger over the thin lace hiding her core, undoubtedly able to feel just how damp the material already was.
“Is this all for me?” When he teased her, it was still somehow seductive, and her hips bucked in a futile attempt to get the man to press harder or urge him to finish divesting her of her last two pieces of clothing. Either outcome would work for her. Alas, all it did was make him pull his hand away to grip the other side of her hips.
“Use your words, (Y/N)-chan.” She would do anything he ordered her to do, when he used that tone of voice. “Tell me what you want.”
“Please,” she choked on a sob, barely able to handle the level of need she was feeling by then. “I want you. I want-” She cut herself off, not entirely sure how to phrase it.
Thankfully, Minato must have been feeling a little indulgent, because he let go of her hips and, with a smirk that should have been illegal for its sheer attractiveness, unclasped her bra before tossing it in the same direction as her dress. He wasn’t feeling charitable enough to refrain from teasing her a bit more, however, so rather than continue on to remove her probably ruined pair of underwear, he let his hands and mouth begin toying with her breasts.
“Minato,” (Y/N) gasped, back arching off the desk as he bit down lightly on her left nipple. Reflexively, her long legs came up to wrap around him, trying to pull him closer. She was so achingly empty that tears began leaking from her eyes, something the Yondaime saw the moment he lifted his head to gauge her reactions past the stream of sighs and gasps and cries of please.
“You have to tell me what you need, baby.” The term of endearment drew a choked moan and another buck of her hips, finally unrestrained by his hands and able to create some friction from their current positions.
“Please, I need you in me.” She was begging at that point, tears beginning to stream more freely.
“What part of me, (Y/N)-chan?” He coaxed, voice surprisingly gentle for the darkness now clouding his blue eyes.
“My fingers?” He dragged an index finger down, calluses scraping lightly over the smooth expanse of her stomach, before pressing just enough over the pink lace, right where her clit was.
“Yesss,” the kunoichi’s answer came out in a hiss, tears still streaming from the corner of her eyes. “Minato, please.”
His name fell like a prayer from her lips as he slowly, oh so slowly, hooked his fingers into the waistband of the lace and began dragging them down. She wasn’t even disappointed she’d had to unwrap her legs from around him, so eager was she for what was to come next. In fact, all she could do was lift her hips enough for him to get the scrap of fabric past her ass, holding her breath in anticipation.
If she hadn’t been so intently focused on the blond, she might have missed how he slipped the panties into the pocket of his robes once they were finally off her. As if she wasn’t already turned on enough.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he drank in the view, dragging his eyes from tip to toe and back again, as if trying to burn the image into his memory. It would have made (Y/N) self conscious, had there not been such conviction in his praise or such heat in his gaze.
She’d never felt so attractive, so wanted in her life.
“And all mine.” There was something dark in his tone, a warning and a promise, but he would find no arguments from her.
“All yours,” the young woman echoed, moving to sit up so she could make a grab for him. She didn’t get far before he stopped her, hands grasping her shoulders and pressing her back into the desk. She went down easily, not having the strength to do anything but comply.
“Good girl,” the man praised. He was her friend’s father, the Hokage- she should have cared about the power imbalance but she couldn’t bring herself to, not when he said such delightful things in such a wicked tone of voice.
As her reward for lying so still, so pliant for him, Minato bent over, placing his lips in a gentle kiss against the stretch marks running across her hips and stomach- her weakest point, a reminder of how ridiculously fast parts of her body had grown in adolescence. No amount of pretty words from her Sunese lover had been able to erase the insecurity, though it hadn’t really been brought up much due to the war going on around them, but with a few pecks Minato obliterated them. For the moment, at least.
He didn’t linger too long, however, and the moment those soft lips pressed against her dripping center, she let out a long, low moan. It was a good thing the privacy seals were up in full force and the ANBU dismissed, because (Y/N) wasn’t sure she would have been able to muffle herself if she tried.
Namikaze Minato might have been dead for the past eighteen years, but his dexterity of both fingers and tongue was surely unmatched by anyone else in the Nations. He knew just how to stroke and tease and suck so that his lover saw stars with each motion.
Things began running together in a long string of touches and words of praise and their names falling from one another’s lips- though, given how occupied the Yondaime’s mouth was, it was mostly (Y/N) making the noises.
She wasn’t sure how many times she’d hit her peak and come down again, only to feel Minato continuing to lap at her core like a man starved. All she knew was that, as the shadows in the room began to grow longer with the setting of the sun, she could only lie bonelessly atop the desk, panting but still somehow managing to lift her arms and reach for the man as he stood.
He made sure to hold her gaze as he licked his lips slowly, savoring the last, shining traces of her essence. One of his hands grasped hers, but only for a moment. She whined at the loss of contact when he pulled away, but immediately silenced herself as the Hokage began to shed his own clothes- first the white and red robe of office, then the standard jounin vest and blues he wore beneath.
He was breathtaking, all masculine beauty with his lean muscle and chiseled features. But it was only once the last bit of clothing hit the floor that she made another noise, this time a little moan of anticipation.
“Please,” she managed to find her words despite how empty her brain felt. “Let me taste you.” She had only ever been with women before, so a blowjob would be a novel experience, but gods above, she would do her best to worship the behemoth of a cock in front of her. It was all her (e/c) gaze could focus on, until he stepped up, coming to rest between her legs.
“We’ll have time for that another day.” Even though he was denying her request, the woman couldn’t be disappointed. She didn’t have time to be.
(Y/N) felt, more than saw, Minato line himself up with her entrance. The head of his cock felt big, bigger than any toy she’d ever had, and certainly bigger than any fingers. Still, her cunt swallowed him eagerly, though he slid home in such an agonizingly slow pace that her tears began anew.
“So good for me,” he praised, once he was finally buried to the hilt. He paused to let her adjust to his size, leaning over her trembling form to press gentle kisses along her collarbone and up to her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair as their tongues met, battling for dominance for only the briefest of moments before (Y/N) let herself give in as her legs moved slowly to wrap around him once more.
If there was a world outside, she didn’t care to know about it.
When they parted for a breath, Minato didn’t return to the kiss, but instead began sucking a mark into the delicate skin of her neck, just below her ear. It was slow, deliberate, and felt so good that she couldn’t help trying to wiggle beneath him to encourage the blond to start moving within her.
She received a scolding little nip to her earlobe for her troubles, but Minato lifted his head enough to meet her (e/c) gaze anyway.
“It feels like you’re ready for me, (Y/N)-chan,” his voice was all velvet, dark and smooth and seductive in a way she was powerless to resist. All the kunoichi could do was nod frantically, reaching up to grip his shoulders as his hands once more took up position on her hips.
The first thrust was a glimpse into paradise.
Minato set a moderate pace, undoubtedly having had his fill of teasing for the most part. The thing that really made (Y/N) shiver with delight, however, was the sensation of those blue eyes focused solely on her. She was a goddess, in those moments, and she reveled in the feelings he brought her. Though, she was so worked up before he slid into her that it didn’t take long to have her begging once more.
“Yes, yes, please,” she babbled, nearly incoherent. She was so far gone in her wild, urgent need that she didn’t realize the next words that slipped out of her mouth for a long moment. “Please, daddy, harder!”
Minato, to his eternal credit, didn’t pause in his thrusts, even as his lover seemed to register her own words and began to flush with embarrassment. Rather, he indulged her request, using one hand to keep hold of her hips and another to grasp the hand coming to cover her face.
“Don’t hide from me, (Y/N),” he growled , sounding a little strained from the exertion of his new speed. Their hip bones smashed together with each of his thrusts, sure to leave bruises that would linger for days, and every so often, he would take an extra moment to grind down, sending sparks from her clit to the rest of her body.
“Don’t hide from daddy.” (Y/N) gave a strangled cry at his use of the name, unable to control her own body as she arched as far as she was able off the desk, walls clenching down as her release finally hit her like a bolt of lightning.
Minato didn’t slow down, though- if anything, his thrusts somehow picked up speed and force, extending her climax.
“Minato,” she moaned as her walls slowly began to stop their fluttering. He slowed down, but only by a fraction.
“You know what to call me if you want something, (Y/N)-chan.” His thumbs stroked across some of her stretch marks, a gentle, loving touch compared to the absolute wickedness with which he had just been pounding into her.
“Please, daddy.” (Y/N) crooned, wiping a trickle of sweat from her brow before it had the chance to fall into her eyes. “Need you to fill me up.”
She was too young, with too promising a career, so pregnancy shouldn’t have been in the cards for a few years yet. Especially considering the birth control most kunoichi were on preventing such accidents.
That didn’t prevent either of them from fantasizing, though.
“Oh? Does that mean you want me to make you a mommy?” His pace grew erratic as he spoke, clearly just as turned on by that mental image as she was.
She was so overwhelmed by the sheer want that flooded her at his question, at the picture she conjured of Minato letting her ride him, her usually flat stomach swollen with his child. It was all she could do not to come crashing down again.
And then one of his thumbs found her clit, and (Y/N) came so hard she knew nothing else for a few moments, her consciousness slipping away as she felt Minato begin to shoot hot jets of seed into her.
When she came to again, Minato had turned to pick up his discarded robe from the floor in front of the desk. Noticing she was awake again, (Y/N) was on the receiving end of the most blindingly joyous smile she’d ever seen- it even topped Naruto’s, if she was honest. After a moment, it softened into something far more gentle, and with all the care in the world, he scooped her up into his arms in order to wrap her in the robe.
“You did so good, (Y/N).” His praise ensured she had a smile of her own, shy but pleased. “Let me get dressed and we’ll go home, okay? I’ll use hiraishin so no one will see you.”
The kunoichi nodded, sleepiness beginning to creep past the warm glow she usually felt after being so well-fucked (and oh, she had never been so thoroughly pleased before). Even using his signature jutsu, so quick that he was able to keep his word about no one seeing her robe-clad form bundled in the blond’s arms, she still felt an overwhelming wave of sleepiness by the time he was settling her down in the Hokage manor.
They were in a bathroom, she was able to note, awareness slowly coming back to her despite her best efforts to nod off. There was chilled tile beneath her feet, and Minato was leaning into the (ridiculously large) bathtub to start the taps.
He was so gentle as he slid her into the hot water, positioning himself behind her so he could continue to cradle her close. The whole moment made her pleasantly drowsy once more, so much so that she only gave a weak little moan as her lover’s mouth pressed against her neck, sucking and biting just enough to give her a mark that matched the one beneath her ear from earlier.
“Don’t heal those, (Y/N).” His tone was still gentle, but there was an edge of sharp steel beneath the softness.
What else could she do but agree? He’d already laid his claim on her, and she’d let him.
(Y/N) didn’t want to disappoint her daddy, after all.