THIS UPDATE HAS COME BECAUSE I AM SICK AND TIRED OF STUDYING FOR MY IMPERIALISM CLASS.

WARNINGS/AN: No real plot, kinda unrealistically fast-paced, this is just an excuse for a lil smut tbh. Minato/Hinata. Hinata is a bit OOC, as she's a high-class escort here. Minato is divorced. Smut. Oral. Minor Dirty Talk. Minor Spanking. Minor Bondage. Unedited.

"She just like candy, she so sweet. But you know that it ain't real cherry."

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Dec 2017

Minato Namikaze was a well-respected man.

He was a father to a hyperactive, scatterbrained but good young man. He had been loyal to his wife while they were together. He was good boss, successful in his career and respected by his employees.

But he was also human.

Five years after his divorce, he hadn't found another woman to capture his interest in totality like his Kushina had. Scratch that. Not his, just Kushina. She was no longer his. After and before the divorce, she had made that explicitly clear. Rubbing his hand over his face, Minato sighed. He was so, so exhausted of being Minato Namikaze. Pretending that he was above the basic want of someone else after the 'love of his life' left him. He needed an escape from the restraints of his life. Which was why he had started seeing, Hina-chan. The name was obviously a fake one if he'd ever heard one but the service promised a hundred percent anonymity so he didn't mind. It had been almost a year, and so far there had been no tabloid exposing his 'exploits' with her.

Every Tuesday and Thursday evening, at the condo in the city that was never used except by him, they met. The first time had been a hurried affair and she had been a sight for sore eyes. She was wearing a horrible wig and a pair of contact lens (which he paid an extra- disclosable amount for her to never, ever wear again), but the little negligee outfit she had been wearing beneath her fur coat had been enough to make up for it. When they were in that apartment – he didn't have to be a father or respectable boss, he just had to be her Minato-kun. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't delusional enough to think that he meant something besides a paycheck to her. After all, it was her job to entertain; but she felt so genuine, so sincere. But he had been fooled before.

Hands descending to his chest pulled him from his thoughts; a smile crept to his face before he could smother it. He turned his head to see Hina smiling at him.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked in her soft, husky after-sex voice.

Licking his lips, Minato pushed her to the bed slowly, gazed at her red marked body. "You," he said honestly, eyes flickered to her chest as it rose and fell – her blush went all the way there under his gaze. Offering her a grin he hadn't given much since he was probably her age, he divided her legs with one hand, fondling her womanhood before targeting her clit. Hina trembled beneath him, lavender eyes fluttering and mouth slackening. He bent his head. Slipping his tongue into her mouth and kissing her before two of his fingers found themselves inside her. His thumb flicked her swollen clit as he eased his fingers in and out of her, languidly kissing her. She tasted like she always did, a little bit of vodka and mostly raspberry.

"Do you like my fingers in your pussy, Hina-chan?" he asked mockingly, voice just above a whisper, before taking a nipple in his mouth for a quick slobber of a kiss. Minato kept his eyes trained on her as she bit her lower lip. The nipple popped out, making a wet sound. He increased his speed, the two fingers eliciting loud wet sounds that echoed throughout the empty condo. God, he could listen to the sounds her pussy made all day. "I asked you a question, Hina-chan." He taunted again, pausing, his wrist still.

She grinded against his hand, delicate hands flying to his wrist. "G-Give m-me..."

Pulling out briefly, he added a third finger and then proceeded to go at a speed to rival a rabbit vibrator. "What? Use your words, sweetheart."

"Your cock, Minato-kun!" she screamed, clawing at his hand in frantic lust.

The lawyer grinned before speaking, his voice low, deep and rolling over her feverish skin like a dream. "I thought you'd never ask."

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Jan 2018

As hard as it was to believe, Hinata was probably one of the only escorts in the service that didn't have daddy-issues. Yes, that unfortunate cliché was true for many cases. But there were also many cases of girls working just to achieve their actual dreams; like she was. After her father had cut her, she needed some way to pay for tuition, board and everything else necessary for survival. To meet her clients, she wore contacts and a wig to protect her. How would it look if she met any ten years down the line while she was practicing medicine? She would be mortified.

But for one client, she never did.

Minato Namikaze was a special client, or man to her. He for one was the only one she had sex with. She mostly just did arm-candy events and weddings or family engagements for awkward, single clients. Mrs. Senju had said that he picked her out from the catalogue, offered to pay her triple the usual amount for private meetings. Usually, this was an easy no for her. But after receiving his client profile, there was something about the kindness in his eyes that made her more than willing. For the first time, she signed her name to the NDA agreement the company handed out to all the girls/guys who engaged in that kind exchange.

She'd signed it without hesitation.

When she arrived at the condo, she wore an extravagant pale blue fur coat (a leftover from her heiress days) and her favorite bob-cut black wig with her usual brown contacts. Beneath the coat she wore a black garter belt with lace high waist, see-through panties and a corset with sheer bosom cups. What had shocked her was the fact that Minato was already there and had made chai for the both of them. The older man seemed a bit flustered but remained polite and kind to her.

Until her tea split over her fur coat and she had to take it off.

For the first time, Hinata had felt honest to god shame in her profession. This man made her feel badly, with his unintentional kindness, treating her like something more than a pound of flesh to hang from his neck. When was the last time, a man outside of her close relatives or friends had done that? She couldn't recall.

But the coat was peeled off nonetheless and she saw the shift in his eyes, the hunger that usually made her skin crawl excited her. He watched as she laid the coat against the white couch, exposing her lace covered body to him. She wondered if it was to his likening – did he mind her breasts and hips? Of course he did, she reasoned belatedly, he was the one who wanted her first.

It began silently enough. Minato had stretched his long legs from across the modest coffee table until he was between her thighs. The material of his dress pants felt soft against her flesh. As she eased herself against the couch, she stared up at his looming figure. His blond hair was spiky and wild, blue eyes almost luminous as he took her in. His hands traced over her lingerie, goose-pimples rose on her skin from his tenacious touch. She felt his nervousness and wondered when was the last time such a beautiful specimen had been without a woman.

He placed a hand on the chair handle, just above her head and used his hand to balance as he leaned close to her. Then he kissed her. His kiss was definitely not nervous. He kissed like a man who knew what he was doing and didn't give a damn what anyone else thought. When he kissed her it was greedy and dominating, but there wasn't a battle, it wasn't a cliché dance of lips and tongues. It was an easy, flowing thing that made arousal sprout from her core. Now, Hinata was a professional and despite never sleeping with any of her clients, she had managed to peel his work shirt off of his lean, muscled body. He felt taut and muscled beneath her fingertips.

It wasn't until he'd ripped into her crouch with his insistent pawing that the silence, thick and malleable broke. "Send me the bill," he'd muttered, and she remembered that this was job and not something she should give herself fully to.

Hinata smiled and fluttered her lashes at him. "How about we move to your bed, Mr. Namikaze?"

Uncharacteristically - from what she had gather from his personality so far - he'd growled at her. "How about you stay right where you are and let me eat this pussy, princess." He ordered, before diving between her legs.

That night, she learned that Minato – though a sweetheart, kind and mostly easy-going was a dominant and controlling man when it came to how he fucked. Yes, fucked. Minato didn't have sex – at least not with her, he held her hips, head or wrists and drove into her. He cupped and grabbed, he took and took but relished in giving pleasure in his tsunami-like force of sexual expression.

He flattened his tongue against her damp core, before going straight to her swollen clit. Minato ate with the gusto of a starving man, utilizing his index and middle finger – scissoring and strumming the moist insides of her core. He alternated between flicking and sucking her clit, barely brushing his teeth against it for a moment while never losing rhythm with his fingers. When her orgasm came, it was quick and messy but he didn't seem to mind, eating her pussy for his own pleasure at a certain point, going down even as she writhed with pleasure against him.

After he'd given her oral, he'd flipped her on her stomach, and tied her wrists together with his discarded tie (which she had not noticed until it leashed her to the small table beside the couch - when she tried to yank on it, he smacked her against her right cheek with a bruising blow). Minato cupped her peach shaped bottom and shook the cheeks. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip as he peppered the bare cheeks with kisses. It had been so gentle in that moment that she hadn't expected the smack of his open palm against her left cheek.

"Ah!" she'd shouted, surprised but delighted.

"I-I'm sorry, is everything okay? Did I go too far?" he asked in a rush, concerned tone.

Hinata smiled and shook her head shyly. It didn't take long for him to recover, the other cheek was treated in likeness. She rose her hips and wiggled, brushing against his still covered crouch. She felt his heavy, hard cock in the pants and heard his whimper. That whimper soon turned to a growl; he quickly slapped both of her cheeks before grabbing as much as he could in his hands.

"Stay still for me, baby girl," he grunted, she felt him let go of a cheek then him spread her buttocks as much as he could with one, large hand. A cold air brushed over her damp center and soon after she felt a bulbous head press to her entrance. The trip rubbed against her sensitive area, as she tried to move against his torturous motion. God! The man was a tease.

She arched her back and whimpered.

Minato began to slowly slide inside her. He guided himself in slowly, hissing in pleasure as she took his entire length. Her toes curled as he filled her with warmth and fullness of his hard organ.

"Jesus Christ, Hina-chan," he groaned, as he slowly began to thrust. "Kami, you feel good. Fuck!"

He felt better than good inside her. Thick and warm, his cock felt like an otherworldly experience. Powerless without her hands, she moved along with his deep driving motion as much as she could. If someone were to ask her what heaven felt like, in no uncertain terms, Hinata would say it was sex with Minato. The man knew how to grab and how to tightly to hold, he knew when to go slow and when to go fast, where to hit and when to hit. What was he doing picking up and escort? She wondered – but thought left her as he tongue passed over her neck and his cock hit a sweet spot inside her.

"Ah, yes, yes," she crooned, grinding against him. The sound of her ass smacking against his groin echoed more than his low grunts and her high-pitched mewls.

In an unceremonious cry, Hinata came with a shudder and a series of trembling moans. This didn't deter Minato, who drove into her sensitive; orgasming womanhood with a fierceness she'd only thought existed in romance novels. When he came, she felt it before she heard him exalt. His cum had spattered all over her back and buttocks, a warm, sticky fluid covering her still trembling body.

Hinata sighed, thinking it was done with.

However, Minato had been far from it and in that night, she had become intimately acquainted with almost every room of the condo more than she was with her own family home.

Over time, and with his insistence after the first night, she went over there without her wig and contact lens. He didn't seem to care or notice the signature eyes of her family. Half of the time she was there, he didn't even try to fuck her until he realized the time was coming to an end. He talked to her. He rambled on about his work and she tried to give ideas, despite being a medical student and now a law one, she was able to even help him on one of his cases that involved a bit of medical malpractice. It had gotten so comfortable and horribly domestic, that Hinata was almost fooled by it.

And that was when she decided to pull the plug.

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Early Feb 2018

"What do you mean she can't make it tonight?" Minato asked as he tucked a file away. His office was locked tightly, as it usually was when he made these kind of phone calls.

The woman on the other end sighed. "Ms. Hina-chan, is no longer with the agency. She handed in her registration a week ago."

A week ago? He thought. A week ago she was in his bed, laughing and joking with him. Had she known she would be leaving while making him fall deeper for her? Minato slammed his cabinet drawer shut. Of course she did, he should have known better! "Thank you." He said curtly.

"Would you like to –"

He plugged the phone out.