As they stood from the aftershock—bodies still trembling, skin slick with sweat and release, breaths ragged and hearts hammering—Ino's legs wobbled slightly against his hips, her inner walls fluttering weakly around him in lingering pulses.
The door bell suddenly rang open—sharp, cheerful chime cutting through the haze like a bucket of cold water.
"Ino. Where are you?"
Ino froze right then and there—eyes widening to saucers, body going rigid against his. Panic flooded her face, cheeks draining of color despite the flush still lingering from orgasm.
"That's my dad," she whispered, voice barely audible, barely a breath.
They were currently naked—besides Naruto's open vest clinging to his shoulders like a half-forgotten afterthought. His cock was still shoved balls-deep inside her pink cave, throbbing softly against her cervix, every tiny shift sending aftershocks through both of them. Her thighs trembled around his waist, slickness still leaking down where they joined, dripping onto the floor in slow, quiet drops.
Yet Naruto smiled—calm, almost amused, like this was just another Tuesday.
He reached down in one smooth motion, scooping up their scattered clothes—her shorts, top, panties, his pants—bundling them against her chest.
"Hold this," he said, low and steady.
She clutched the fabric to her breasts instinctively, heart slamming against her ribs.
In a blink of an eye—literally—they vanished from sight as he used the Flying Raijin. The world twisted in a flash of yellow light and displaced air; one heartbeat they were bent over the workbench, the next they were gone.
Ino's dad, Inoichi, walked into the back room, brow furrowed, scanning the space.
His eyes landed on the floor—riddled with droplets of sweat and slick, scattered flower petals knocked loose from the workbench, and a thick white stain glistening on the wood where they'd been moments before.
"She must have spilled something," he muttered, shaking his head slightly, already turning away to check the front counter.
In Naruto's room.
The two appeared the next second—still in position—Ino's legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still buried deep inside her, throbbing gently against her sensitive walls. The sudden shift in space made her gasp, walls fluttering around him in surprise.
She looked around in shock—eyes wide, taking in the familiar mess of his apartment: scattered ramen cups, orange jacket slung over a chair, bed unmade from earlier.
"Woah… that's a neat jutsu," she breathed, heart slowly dropping back to normal pace, cheeks still flushed from the scare and the lingering pleasure.
"Yeah, it is." Naruto grinned, shifting his grip on her thighs to keep her steady. "Well… since we're next to a bed. Might as well continue. And don't worry—Sakura taught me how to heal."
Hearing Sakura's name, Ino frowned instantly—brows knitting, lips pursing in a cute pout.
"Don't say another girl's name when you're with a girl," she scolded, voice half-teasing, half-serious. "That's like the first rule of the book."
Naruto blinked, genuinely confused for a second.
"Even my mom?"
"Yes, especially your mom." She rolled her eyes, but the pout softened into a smirk. "But… let's continue."
Before he could respond, she dove back in—crashing her lips to his in a hungry, claiming kiss. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling him closer as her tongue slipped past his lips, tasting him again with renewed fire.
Naruto was still confused.
*'I will never understand women, man,'* he thought, but he kissed her back just as hard—hands sliding up her back, gripping her ass to hold her steady as he walked them the few steps to the bed.
He dropped her gently onto the mattress—sheets rumpling under her—then followed, crawling over her, never breaking the kiss.
His cock—still hard, still slick from her her release—nudged against her entrance again, teasing her swollen folds.
Ino whimpered into his mouth, legs spreading wider, hips lifting in silent invitation.
....
Naruto put Ino into the freaking sheets, banging her so hard her mind went completely blank for hours afterward.
The bed frame groaned and creaked under the relentless rhythm—headboard thudding against the wall in steady *thump-thump-thump* beats that echoed through the small upstairs room.
Ino's legs were hooked high over his shoulders, thighs trembling violently as he drove into her with deep, punishing strokes—each one slamming home balls-deep, the wet.
*schlick-schlick-schlick*
Of their bodies colliding mixing with her broken, high-pitched cries.
Her blonde hair fanned out wild across the pillows, strands sticking to her sweat-slicked cheeks and neck; her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and flushed dark pink from earlier attention.
She couldn't think straight—couldn't even attempt her mind-reading jutsu. Her green eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, mouth open in a continuous stream of gasps and moans that cracked into whimpers every time he hit that spot inside her.
Her walls clenched and fluttered around him like a heartbeat gone frantic—squeezing him tight, milking him with every deep plunge.
Slickness coated his shaft, dripping down her thighs and soaking the sheets beneath her in dark, wet patches.
"Fuck—Naruto—too much—gonna—again—" she sobbed, nails raking down his back in desperate red lines, legs shaking uncontrollably as another orgasm crashed through her.
He didn't slow—hips snapping forward harder, faster—cock dragging against every sensitive ridge, grinding deep against her g-spot until she shattered once more.
Her pussy clamped down like a vice—spasming wildly, gushing hot and wet around him in rhythmic pulses that soaked his thighs and the bed.
Her cry tore from her throat—sharp, broken, echoing off the walls—body convulsing, back bowing off the mattress as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her completely.
Naruto groaned—deep, primal—feeling every flutter, every squeeze. His own release built like a storm—balls tightening, cock throbbing harder inside her.
One last deep thrust—burying himself to the hilt—and he came with a guttural growl, thick, hot ropes flooding her walls, spilling deep in heavy pulses until it leaked out around his shaft in creamy white trails.
They collapsed together—bodies slick with sweat, breaths ragged, hearts hammering in sync. Ino lay limp beneath him, still trembling from aftershocks, walls fluttering weakly around him as he stayed buried inside her for a long moment.
The sun had set by the time they finally disentangled—sky outside the window turned deep indigo, stars just starting to prick through.
Naruto helped her clean up—gentle wipes with a warm cloth, soft kisses to her temple as she caught her breath. She dressed slowly—legs still shaky—then grabbed his hand.
"Come on," she said, voice soft but insistent. "Time for you to meet my parents."
Naruto raised an eyebrow but followed—still half-dazed from the intensity.
They walked back to the her house—hand in hand, street lamps flickering on along the quiet road. Inoichi was in the living room upstairs, flipping through a scroll when they entered.
He looked up—eyes narrowing slightly at Naruto, then softening when he saw Ino's flushed, happy face.
"Dad… this is Naruto," Ino said, squeezing his hand.
Inoichi stood, extending a hand for a handshake. "Uzumaki Naruto. Heard a lot about you."
Naruto shook it firmly—smiling easy. "Good things, I hope."
Inoichi's eyes flickered—subtle Yamanaka probe brushing against Naruto's mind out of pure curiosity.
Instantly, Kurama stirred—deep growl rumbling through Naruto's consciousness like thunder in a cave. A flash of red chakra surged behind Naruto's eyes for a split second—enough to slam the mental door shut with brutal force.
Inoichi staggered back a step—face paling, eyes wide in shock, hand trembling slightly as he pulled away.
Naruto just smiled wider—innocent, almost apologetic. "He doesn't like visitors."
Inoichi blinked—then exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. "Noted."
Ino shot Naruto a look—half-exasperated, half-amused—then turned to her dad. "Be nice."
Inoichi nodded slowly. "I'll… try."
Naruto leaned down, giving Ino one long, lingering kiss—deep and unhurried, hand cupping her cheek. She melted into it for a heartbeat—then pulled back, cheeks pink again.
"See you soon," he murmured against her lips.
Then he stepped back—and vanished.
He reappeared in Konan's room at the Hokage Tower—soft lantern light spilling across the simple space. Konan sat on the edge of her bed, a book open in her lap, paper-white hair catching the glow.
Karin was there too—seated on a chair in the corner, wrists unbound but still looking wary, eyes flicking up as he entered.
"Look who decided to show up," Karin said, voice dry but edged with something softer.
"Hi, Naruto. How have you been?" Konan asked nicely, closing her book with a gentle smile.
He ignored Karin for a second and sat next to Konan on the bed—close enough that their shoulders brushed. She smelled faintly of paper and ink and something clean, like fresh rain.
"I've been okay," he said, voice quieter. "Did you miss me?"
Konan's smile warmed—just a little. "A little. But books have been keeping me busy."
"I see." He glanced at Karin—then shook his head. "Well… seems like you met Karin. The Leaf seriously needs to raise the punishment for criminals."
"What!" Karin snapped, leaning forward. "I didn't do anything wrong. I was being controlled by Orochimaru. Plus I'm your relative, so you better treat me well from now on. Not to mention I'm also related to the Hokage, so I'm part royal."
'Oh yeah. Forgot that Hashirama married an Uzumaki. So technically Tsunade is also Uzumaki. Meaning I can restore the clan with her help as well. Man, I'm such a genius,' Naruto thought, smirking faintly.
"You're not wrong there," he said out loud.
Karin blinked—surprised he agreed.
Konan watched the exchange with quiet amusement, book resting in her lap.
The room felt strangely peaceful—despite the war looming, despite everything.
Naruto leaned back against the headboard, exhaling slowly.
' Hinata next ' he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED