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Minato certainly didn't like the moniker of Grandfather. To him, it invoked memories of Sarutobi Hiruzen, prematurely aged due to stress, with wrinkles all over the place, losing all muscle tone, liver spots and white hair. And he just wasn't about that sort of life, he was fit, strong and always ready, despite his many years behind a desk, he made sure to keep on top of his health and fitness.

And especially, he didn't like to hear a certain set of kids calling him Grandfather, but, he understood why. After all, they didn't, couldn't, know any better, and he did so enjoy spending his limited free time playing with them, so he managed to bear with it even though "grampy" wasn't happy with the title.

"Buh bye, grampy!" the young kids called, as Minato's son and heir carried the kids away, ready to take them to school, where he himself would spend the day, having been wrapped up into teaching lessons there for kids who, like him, were active learners and didn't fit in the traditional academy setting.

As they left out the door, Kushina, Minato's red hot habanero of a wife, elbowed him in the ribs, almost making him stumble, with a cheeky grin on her face. "With a sour face like that, you'd think they spat on you or something."

"Oh yeah? I saw you flinch every time the word 'granny' left their mouths," Minato said, raising one eyebrow and tilting his head towards her, a knowing smirk on his face as he took a step to avoid Kushina's swipe of retaliation. "And unlike you I actually have to work to stay young and handsome, so forgive me if I'm a little proud of my image."

Cackling, Kushina turned around. "Yeah sure," she said, as she headed into the kitchen, already on the way to continue working on her latest hobby, as she had picked up baking in an effort to do something that wasn't related to ninja activity in order to adapt to the civilian life she was transitioning to. "Don't you have a mountain of paperwork to cry over?"

"Not today, today, I've got some field work to do," Minato said, "so I'll be home late, you know how it gets," he said, "gotta do inspections, disguise myself and surprise some lazy ANBU, and check on the fitness of some of our top ninja."

Kushina looked over her shoulder, just before she opened the door that led to their home's kitchen, peering over it to look at Minato who was stretching his arms and back. "You do know you've got underlings for that, right?" she asked. "Or clones."

"Not everyone has oodles of Chakra they can just throw at every problem you know," he countered, "and I'd rather pass on having clones do all the work, last thing I want is an aneurysm from that, if my brain melts on me then who's gonna do our taxes?"

"Fair enough!" Kushina called laughing as she entered the kitchen and went back to her very delicious work.

With that, Minato closed his eyes, took a deep breath and with a single thought and an application of his chakra, he triggered his signature technique, the perfected form of the Flying Thundergod, and locating the tag he wanted, he summoned himself to it, in a moment performing the calculations that required three people several minutes to perform.

He took a step and found himself in an entirely new place, a different building, and as the world came back into motion and he slowed his perception down, he spun and grabbed the vessel for the seal he had teleported to, fingers sinking into soft, pale skin which yielded as he kneaded the thick flesh beneath with strong movements and hungry desire.

In a moment, he moved from his home, to that of a very close person to not just him, but his family, why, it was the mother of his 'grand'children, one Hyuuga Hinata, with her long and soft dark blue hair, her pale eyes, the Byakugan symbolic of the Hyuuga, and her extremely voluptuous body, covered only in a white apron.

Minato pushed her immediately against the counter she was standing in front of.

"Damn, you were waiting for me just like this, huh? You must've been dying for me to show up..." he hissed into her ear, making sure to breathe heavily against it, letting her feel the heat rolling off of him. His hands traversed her whole body, running up and down her sides, sneaking under her apron and grabbing her breasts from below.

Kushina had nothing on Hinata's breasts.

If she didn't wear thick hoodies and heavy dresses all the time, Hinata would probably have reached fame similar to Tsunade, though she might lack in size compared to the Legendary Sucker, hers were perkier and her nipples were larger, the multiple pregnancies had only done favors to her body, and though she too had long since stopped her active duty life, she too made sure she hadn't lost her beauty.

Not surprising, after all, Hinata dearly wished for someone to desire her, to fulfill her physically, she desired for someone to give her all the physical love, affection and care that she had been denied in the cold and emotionally detached embrace of the Hyuuga...

She mewled and moaned as the embrace of the Hokage filled with warmth the hole left by her detached family, especially as Minato pressed his erection, already bulging in his pants, against her butt, grinding against the buns of her butt that were among the best in all the world, not just Konoha.

"It's criminal that he leaves you unfulfilled like this," he spoke into her ear.

"N-No, Naruto's, he's just- he works hard... wants to be Hokage some day..."

Minato exhaled out of his nose rather pointedly, and squeezed her breasts a bit harshly, playing with them a little more aggressively. "Let's not talk about that right now... I can tell that you're dying for it, you're trembling and you're so wet I can feel it through my clothes, I haven't even really started and you're ready to blow."

He pulled his hands out from under her apron, and then she turned her face over her shoulder, a gesture so similar to what Kushina had done earlier, yet, so different at the same time. Kushina was strong, willful, cheerful and active, she was a spicy woman and always gave as good as she took, but Hinata was different.

She was soft, she was passive, she received and prepared herself for more, she made him feel things that Kushina couldn't, wouldn't, let him experience, she submitted so swiftly and so completely that it was intoxicating... Getting to experience that had become addictive to Minato, and he couldn't hold himself back, wanting to get even more.

He pushed in and mashed his lips to hers, sticking his tongue in her mouth, and she simply accepted and enjoyed it, she let his tongue explore her mouth, and gave him all of herself in mere moments. He remembered the first time, he remembered her tensing up, just as she did every time he kissed her, and he remembered her melting.

Her body betrayed her every time.

She wanted him so badly, perhaps even more than he wanted her.

Her body burned up, the heat increasing as her pale skin became flushed from the cheeks all the way to her neck and even coloring her torso. Hinata was so pale that even the slightest flush would show, she could never hide her embarrassment, and much less could she hide her lust.

"This, it's not right," she moaned as their kiss broke, strands of saliva stretching to connect them even as Minato pulled back, eventually they broke and Hinata closed her mouth, swallowing and turning aside, closing her eyes and casting her gaze to the cutting board and the vegetables she had been working on.

Making Ramen, especially high class ramen, took quite a while if you wanted to do it right and in quantities sufficient to feed a hungry Uzumaki.

"How could it not be right if it feels so right?" Minato asked, his hand moving over to her face, cupping her cheek.

She grabbed his hand and then pulled it down, opening her eyes and mouth.

But whatever she had to say died in her mouth as Minato grabbed her by the waist with his free hand and then gripped the hand she had taken his other hand with firmly, turning Hinata around with a flourish of movement that saw some veggies flying about.

Her gasp of surprise was silenced by another kiss, a deeper one this time, their lips meeting and mashing together as he opened his mouth to truly shove his tongue in and plunder everything within its reach, exploring everything, claiming everything, and making damn sure that no stone was left unturned, metaphorically speaking. He didn't stop just there, however, and started immediately making out with her.

She had very little experience, as she had never been with a man other than her husband before Minato got to her, she had never enjoyed anyone's touch before she had been taught just how good sex could truly feel... Though her marriage was not loveless, it could hardly be said to be satisfying her sexually.

But Minato could, and so he did, he hungrily kissed her, ate her mouth even, showed her just how intense a kiss truly could be, leaving her breathless, gasping for air, trembling and nearly at the brink of orgasm just from the intensity of their kisses.

Her hands rested on his chest, but she didn't push him away, instead, she bunched up the fabric of his coat, and pulled him even more towards her, despite her words, her body knew what it wanted, and with every smack of their lips against each other, with every wet noise that their makeout session made, it became immediately more obvious and apparent that Hinata was losing all restraint.

Once again their kiss ended and their lips parted, and while Hinata was still stunned from the heavy makeout session, Minato reached behind her and shoved the cutting board she had been using, along with the cutlery, aside, some of it landing on the sink, some on the floor.

Neither could really bring themselves to give a fuck about food right then and there though, because Minato grabbed Hinata by the waist, sliding his hands under her fat ass, naked and exposed as she wore nothing but the apron, squeezing the soft cheeks fiercely, kneading them, playing with them, kissing Hinata with an almost comically chaste peck before he grabbed her firmly, his hands cupping her cheeks and pressing against the top of her thighs as he lifted her and sat her on the kitchen counter.

Minato really hated the moniker of grandfather, oh, he didn't mind playing the grandfather every once in a while, but it did irk him, annoy him, to be called Grampy by his own kids. He hadn't worked hard making sure to fill Hinata's oven over and over again just for it to end like that...

But his frustration only gave rise to further desire, as a passionate kiss bought him time while he undid the knot holding the elastic of his pants together and once the cord was untied, he could just pull them off and then drop them, kicking them away while his tongue danced with Hinata's, leaving him naked from the waist down, his erection on full display.

Hinata looked down and gasped, cheeks growing even redder than they already were. She bit her lower lip and sucked in a breath through her mouth, lashes fluttering as she looked up at Minato, looking bashful and trembling a little, excitement and desperation painted all over her.

"Are you ready?" Minato asked, grinning at her, his taller frame looming over hers as he put his hands on her legs, sliding from her hips and waist all the way to her knees along the outer thighs, then moving to the inner thighs, grabbing them firmly and using his palms to push them apart, opening Hinata's legs, though her crotch was then hidden by the fabric of her apron.

Her hands reached for his arms, and grabbed onto his wrists, her eyes meeting his. She applied no strength, however, and rather than stopping him, she subtly encouraged him to pull her legs apart even more, and keep going until the backs of her knees touched the edges of the kitchen counter, spreading even more by scooting forward to get her crotch closer to the edge as well.

In mere moments, Minato had full access to her, and though she was covered, it was perhaps even lewder and more beautiful than if she had been on full display. Hinata was ever so beautiful and the contrast between her dignified, modest demeanor and the extremely lewd, erotic body that she possessed got his engine going like almost nothing else.

"We shouldn't..." she said, panting heavily.

Minato didn't reply. He took his length in hand and while keeping one hand on her body, sliding under the apron and lifting it just enough so it'd be out of the way, he started moving forward, moving to go inside her. In a moment he touched the quivering, volcano-hot lips of her pussy, and the moment he applied the slightest pressure his glans parted the outer lips and he began to slide against her flooded insides.

He knew them to be a gentle pink tone, contrasting heavily with the pale, almost milky white skin that surrounded them, he knew her pussy to be the kind of beautiful that would've inspired a thousand works of art, but it wasn't the time to admire it, he could spend hours just enjoying it at some other point.

Because what he wanted then and there was to plunder it.

He didn't have to work hard to locate her love hole, Hinata's hungry pussy was sucking him in and leading him to the right place almost entirely by itself, she needed to be fucked so badly that she was already throwing her arms over his shoulders and resting her head against his shoulder as he pushed into her, splitting her internal walls, feeling the folds of her pussy parting.

Even though Hinata had two kids, she was as tight as the very first time he fucked her, every time. Her milf pussy was almost inhumanly amazing, it defied reason and prevented all logical thought, she was just that sexy. Minato had once or twice heard the young genin discuss which Kunoichi was "submissive and breedable", but the poor young boys had no idea what it truly meant.

If they saw the gentle Hinata panting and moaning and trembling, they would truly understand what it meant for a woman to be wonderfully submissive and eminently breedable.

Passions aroused and inner fire kindled, Minato let loose and started to move. He clenched his muscles and tensed his back and stomach, breathing a little heavily through his nose as their lips kept meeting again and again, their tongues started and stopped grapples and dances.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Minato moaned, "I just don't get how he's not all over you every day, all day," he said.

"Please don't- don't talk about him now," she moaned, "ahhn, you're filling me up, it's so big and hot inside me, ngh..!"

Minato began to move then, intensely, matching the sheer heat and intensity of their makeout session in mere moments.

Hinata's pussy had the tightness of a virgin, the heat of a volcano and the wetness of the ocean, all at once, but it also had the flexibility of a woman who had taken Minato's length dozens of times.

They made out even more and even harder as his hands slid behind her to hold her in place, pulling her towards him until she was at the edge of the kitchen counter and then holding her firmly there while he pounded her, moving so fast that he made good on his title of the Yellow Flash, his hips a blur of motion, squishy wet noises accompanying the clapping of their bodies slamming against one another over and over again.

Hinata's moans erupted when their kiss broke and Minato swapped his target to her neck, the Hyuuga's beautiful hair whipping about as she tossed her head, left, right and back, shaking as Minato began to suckle, bite and leave marks all over her neck and shoulders.

His movements grew fiercer by the second, and her body responded by trembling and preparing. He could feel her tense in his grip, he could feel her desperately clawing at sanity to try to hold it in. It happened every time, Hinata would try, and try, and try some more, but inevitably fail.

Every time he made her lose her mind, every time he made her fall apart, every time he made her cum, every orgasm he gave her, she would try to deny herself of, she would try to resist, to endure, she tried to avoid cumming, using everything in her power, tensing every muscle in her body.

She didn't know, or didn't care, or didn't understand, that the only thing she was achieving was making it even stronger, or maybe she did, but she just wanted to endure it even more, to feel the intense pleasure for longer, he didn't know, because she wouldn't say.

Regardless, whether it be self punishment on herself for the act of adultery, or a desperate attempt to prolong her pleasure, Minato was filled with intense and perverse delight as he felt her coming closer and closer to the inevitable explosion.

He grunted and powered through his own impending orgasm, pushing himself beyond the limit to fuck her with all he had in a final sprint towards the finish line. "Ngnh, I'm gonna cum..!"

"Ngh, not, not inside-!" she moaned, "Not inside!"

She always asked for the same. Every time. She told him to come outside, told him to pull out, told him not to seed her, not to breed her.

Every time, her body betrayed her, betrayed her desire, acted on what she truly wanted, not what she insisted she wanted. Her legs moved, and in moments, locked behind the small of his back, her heels pressing against Minato's butt. Though her strength wasn't even close to enough to force him to lock in, it filled him with intense pleasure just to know she wanted his seed that badly.

So he decided to give it to her.

He slammed in with full power and then let loose, knowing full well that the final thrust was enough, pushing Hinata past the limit herself and having her come apart, both of them releasing all of that tension all at once and catapulting them past the point of no return, their explosive orgasms being as intense and mindshattering as they were satisfying, pure delight coursing through both as their passions finally saw release.

Semen flowed from Minato to Hinata, seed plowing her fertile fields, the Hyuuga's womb greedily gulping up and devouring each and every single sperm cell, wasting none of them, the swimmers using all of their energy to rush towards her eggs, only one goal in mind, impregnation.

The fulfilment of a deep desire cleared enough of their minds that they could come back down to the impure world after experiencing the ecstasy of such an intense orgasm that it almost felt like reaching heaven together.

Panting heavily and still clinging to one another, Minato and Hinata's embrace continued as he once again grabbed her, putting his hands on her ass once more, and then he lifted her, turning around and heading towards the bedroom that she would normally share with her husband.

He rushed her there, making good to his moniker once more, and then deposited her on her marital bed.

While he flicked the light on, Hinata turned on her front and raised her behind, getting on her hands and knees to present it for her father in law, arching her back to make sure it stuck out even more.

As he turned to look at her again, Minato smirked as he noticed the glow of the Flying Thundergod's seal on her butt. Normally invisible, the ink would only become visible if and when Chakra was channeled through it, which meant Hinata was doing it on purpose, to remind him of just what they had done, of just how deep her submission ran.

She was such a minx, she knew just how to get him going even harder, as his cock became almost painfully erect.

He had told Kushina he'd be coming home late, but he might just be out all night, if Hinata kept teasing and tempting him like that. Minato would have to send her a message later, maybe pop over to the house he shared with his wife himself to deliver it, to warn her he might be even later than expected.

After all, breaking a promise was a quick way to lose your partner's trust, full transparency required that he tell her exactly how late he'd be... and he was loathe to lie to Kushina like that.

But that could wait, just a bit, after all, the way Hinata was shaking her butt was oh so very inviting, it was obvious that she needed his attention a lot more urgently than Kushina did...