A Late-Night Visit to the Hokage's Office
The moon hung high over Konoha, silver light spilling through the tall windows of the Hokage Tower.
Inside the office, the only sounds were the scratch of a pen and the occasional rustle of paper.
Naruto Uzumaki, Seventh Hokage, sat hunched over his desk, eyes blood-shot from another eighteen-hour day.
Reports, treaties, mission approvals, budget requests, everything landed on his desk and stayed there until he signed it.
He hadn't been home in four days.
He hadn't touched his wife in longer than that.
The thought hit him like a Rasengan to the gut.
Hinata's soft smile the last time he'd stumbled in at dawn.
The way she used to wait up for him in nothing but one of his old orange jackets.
The way she used to gasp his name when he pushed her against the bedroom wall and took her hard and fast because neither of them could wait.
His cock stirred instantly, thickening against the inside of his pants.
Naruto groaned, dropping the pen.
He glanced at the clock: 1:47 a.m.
The tower was empty except for the night guards far below.
He could lock the door, palm himself through the fabric, imagine Hinata's tight, wet heat clenching around him…
Knock knock knock.
Naruto jolted upright, heart slamming.
"Come in!" he called, voice rougher than he intended.
The door slid open and Ino Yamanaka stepped inside, looking like she'd just rolled out of bed.
Her long blonde hair was tousled, half falling out of its usual ponytail.
She wore a thin lavender sleep yukata that had clearly been thrown on in a hurry; the belt was loose, the neckline sagging open, revealing the inner curves of both breasts.
Most importantly, she had obviously forgotten her bra.
Her nipples, stiff from the cool night air, pressed visibly against the soft fabric, dark shadows under the thin cloth.
"S-Sorry, Hokage-sama," she yawned, rubbing one eye. "Sai's still out on that two-month infiltration mission, so I had to finish his intelligence summary myself. Figured you'd want it tonight."
She padded across the room barefoot, stack of scrolls and folders in her arms.
Every step made the yukata shift; the gap at her chest widened and narrowed teasingly.
Naruto's mouth went dry.
He couldn't stop staring at the way the moonlight painted silver across the swell of her breasts, the way the fabric clung to the hard peaks of her nipples.
Ino dropped the pile on his desk with a soft thud, then stretched her arms overhead, back arching.
The yukata rode up her thighs, revealing smooth, pale skin almost to the crease where leg met hip.
"Gods, I'm exhausted," she sighed. "Mind if I sit for a minute? My apartment's all the way across the village."
Naruto's cock throbbed painfully now, trapped against his thigh.
He swallowed. "Y-Yeah, sure. Take the couch."
Ino flopped onto the long leather sofa against the wall, curling on her side facing him.
The yukata parted further; one full breast nearly spilled free.
She didn't seem to notice, or didn't care.
Her eyes drifted half-closed.
Naruto tried to go back to the reports.
Impossible.
All he could hear was his own pulse and the soft sound of Ino's breathing.
All he could see was the way her nipples had tightened even more in the cool office air.
He stood abruptly.
Ino's eyes opened a slit. "Everything okay, Naruto?"
He crossed the room in three strides, stopping in front of the couch.
Moonlight fell across her body like liquid silver.
"Ino…" His voice came out gravel-rough. "You have any idea what you look like right now?"
She blinked, then glanced down at herself and flushed pink.
"Oh… crap, I really did run out without a bra, didn't I?"
Instead of pulling the yukata closed, she gave a sleepy, wicked little smile. "Does it bother you, Hokage-sama?"
Naruto dropped to his knees beside the couch.
"No," he growled. "It fucking destroys me."
He reached out, thumb brushing over one stiff nipple through the fabric.
Ino inhaled sharply, back arching into the touch.
"N-Naruto…"
"Tell me to stop and I will," he said, eyes locked on hers, giving her the out.
Ino's answer was to tug the loose belt.
The yukata fell open completely, baring her from collarbone to ankle.
Her breasts were full and perfect, nipples a dusky rose.
Lower, a thin strip of blonde curls glistened faintly, she was already wet.
Naruto groaned like a dying man and buried his face between her breasts, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard.
Ino cried out, fingers threading into his spiky hair, pulling him closer.
He moved to the other breast, teeth grazing, tongue swirling, while his hand slid down her stomach and cupped her soaked heat.
"Fuck, Ino, you're dripping."
"Been a while for me too," she panted. "Do something about it, Hokage-sama."
He didn't come here just to deliver paperwork."
He stood, scooped her up effortlessly, and carried her the few steps to his desk.
Papers scattered to the floor as he laid her on the polished wood.
Ino spread her legs wide, heels on the edge, offering herself.
Naruto dropped his jacket, yanked his shirt over his head, then shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock.
It sprang out thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip.
Ino's eyes went wide.
"Gods, Hinata wasn't exaggerating…"
Naruto stepped between her thighs, rubbing the fat head through her slick folds.
"Last chance, Ino."
She hooked her ankles behind his back and pulled.
"Fuck me, Naruto. Right now."
He thrust in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Ino's back bowed off the desk, a sharp cry echoing through the office.
Naruto didn't give her time to adjust; he set a punishing pace, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet tower.
The desk rocked beneath them; an inkwell tipped and spilled black across scattered reports.
"Harder," Ino gasped, nails raking down his back. "I want to feel you tomorrow when I sit down."
He growled, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded deeper.
Each thrust dragged the head of his cock across that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back.
Ino's breasts bounced wildly; he leaned down and caught one nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her scream.
Minutes blurred.
Sweat dripped from his jaw onto her chest.
Ino's first orgasm crashed over her suddenly; her walls clamped down, milking him, and she squirted in a hot gush that soaked his lower stomach and the front of his pants.
Naruto hissed at the sensation, pace stuttering.
"Fuck, Ino, again, do that again."
He pulled out, flipped her over the desk so her cheek pressed to the wood, ass in the air, and slammed back inside.
The new angle let him go even deeper.
Ino clawed at the desk, moaning brokenly, pushing back to meet every thrust.
He reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing fast circles.
"Come on my cock again, Ino. Let the whole tower hear who's fucking you."
She shattered a second time, squirting harder, liquid splashing down both their thighs and puddling on the floor.
Naruto roared, buried himself to the root, and came in thick, pulsing jets, filling her until it leaked out around his cock.
They stayed locked together, panting.
Eventually he pulled out slowly; cum immediately dripped from her puffy folds onto the Hokage's desk.
Ino turned, legs shaky, and dropped to her knees without a word.
She took his softening cock into her mouth, licking him clean with long, lazy strokes, swallowing every drop.
When she finally released him with a wet pop, she looked up, lips swollen, eyes bright.
"Bedroom next?" she asked huskily. "I'm not nearly done with you."
Naruto hauled her up, kissing her fiercely, tasting himself on her tongue.
He carried her out of the office, down the private corridor to the small resting suite attached to the Hokage's quarters.
The door had barely closed before he had her pressed against it, yukata long gone, legs wrapped around his waist as he slid back inside her dripping pussy.
Round two was slower, deeper.
He laid her on the narrow bed, hooked her knees over his elbows, and fucked her until she was sobbing his name, until she came a third time, squirting so hard it soaked the sheets and his chest.
They moved to the attached bathroom sometime past three a.m.
Naruto sat on the wide marble counter; Ino straddled him reverse, hands braced on his thighs, riding him hard.
Water from the running shower steamed up the mirrors.
Every time she slammed down, her ass slapped wetly against his hips.
He reached around, two fingers in her pussy alongside his cock, thumb on her clit, and made her squirt a fourth time, clear liquid arcing over the counter and splashing the tiles.
When they finally collapsed, it was nearly dawn.
Ino lay sprawled across his chest, hair damp, body marked with bites and fingerprints.
Naruto stroked her back, guilt already creeping in, but too sated to care yet.
Ino lifted her head, smirked.
"Tell Hinata-chan I said thank you for lending her husband for the night. I'll return him… eventually."
Naruto chuckled, low and rough.
"I think I'm the one who should be thanking you."
Outside the window, the first pink of sunrise touched the sky.
Inside, the Hokage and the Yamanaka heiress slept tangled together, covered in each other's marks and fluids, while the village below still slept, blissfully unaware that their leader had just spent the entire night fucking one of his oldest friends senseless on every surface of the highest office in the land.
[End]