After a brutal mission leaves her mind feeling violated, Ino seeks out the one person whose presence is powerful enough to scour her clean. She finds Hokage Naruto buried in paperwork, and he has his own stress to relieve.
Ugh, that was… gross. Ino's eyes snapped open, and she just breathed for a second. Like, really breathed. The air in the room was cool and still, totally normal, but it felt amazing in her lungs after being… in there.
She could still feel it, the sticky, oily residue of Kairo's mind clinging to her own thoughts. It was like she'd been swimming through a dumpster full of bad memories and sharp, paranoid edges. One wrong move in there and she would've gotten a face full of psychic garbage.
Her heart was still going way too fast, a frantic drum against her ribs. She swallowed, and she could've sworn she still tasted metal. Blood. His memory of blood, not hers. That was always the worst part. Bringing their crap back with you.
She'd done it, though. She'd gotten the stupid name. Pulled it right out from behind some seriously messed up childhood trauma. For a second there, in the thick of it, she hadn't been sure whose grief she was feeling, his or her own. It was a violation, plain and simple. Necessary, but man, it left you feeling so damn dirty.
She pushed herself up from the meditation cushion, her arms feeling kinda weak and shaky. A total victory for Konoha. The Hokage would probably give her one of those proud nods. But right now, success just felt… hollow. And icky.
She looked down at her hands. They were clean. But she didn't feel clean. She felt stained, all the way through. This room, this super clean, quiet Intel Division room, suddenly felt like a cage. The silence was too loud, and it just let all the leftover noise from Kairo's head bounce around in hers.
She needed out. She needed something to drown all that out. Something real, and warm, and so intensely present that it would just burn all this psychic filth away. She needed to not think for a while.
And she knew exactly who was basically a walking, talking blast furnace of pure, distracting energy.
She got to her feet, her steps a little unsteady at first, then more sure. Yeah. That's where she was going. No debrief first, no report. That could all wait.
She needed her cure. And her cure was currently probably buried under a mountain of paperwork in the Hokage's office. A small, tired smile touched her lips. Poor guy. He had no idea what was coming for him.
But he'd figure it out. He always did.
Naruto massaged his temples, the dull throb behind his eyes a permanent fixture these days. The two Kumo shinobi had finally, finally left his office. It wasn't a fight, not really, but the whole conversation had been one long, tense negotiation. Every word felt like a carefully placed step on a field of hidden explosives. He'd had to be so alert, so carefully diplomatic, smiling even when he wanted to just tell them to get lost.
"Just passing through," they'd said. Right. With that much implied suspicion hanging in the air? Yeah, sure.
The adrenaline was fading, leaving him just tired. And now… the paperwork. A huge stack of scrolls and forms stared back at him from his desk, a monument to all the boring parts of being Hokage. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I hate this part."
He let his head fall back against the headrest, staring up at the ceiling. For a second, the memory was so clear it was almost audible: his own voice, shrill and desperate, shouting it to anyone who would listen in the crowded Konoha streets.
I'm gonna be Hokage! Believe it!
A weak, tired smile touched his lips. Oh, man. Kid him had no idea. He'd pictured the cool stuff, the respect, the fights to protect everyone. He'd pictured the finish line, not the… the process. He'd never once pictured this. This mountain of paperwork, the mind-numbing bureaucracy.
He'd spent his whole life screaming for this job, and somehow he'd never once screamed about supply requisition forms or agricultural yield reports. Who knew villages needed so much paper? It was kinda hilarious, in a really exhausting way.
The door to his office swung open without a knock. Naruto looked up from the mountain of scrolls, the bureaucratic headache instantly forgotten. Ino stood there, looking a little pale, her usually perfect ponytail slightly askew. She moved across the room and dropped into the chair opposite his desk with a heavy sigh.
"I just rifled through a guy's brain and it was super gross," she announced. "Like, really gross. His thoughts were all… sticky. And sad. And now I feel like I need to take a shower for a week but it wouldn't help because the ick is on the inside, you know?"
Naruto leaned back in his chair, knowing smirk spreading across his face. He let her talk, his eyes doing a lazy, appreciative tour of her. The way her Konoha blues were stretched across her incredible tits.. Even worn out and complaining, she was a total smoke show. Her plump lips were moving, forming words about psychic residue and joint pain, but his mind was already elsewhere.
She finished her rant with a slump, looking small. "So I came here. Your presence is… loud. In a good way. It's like a really bright light. I'm hoping it'll bleach my brain a little."
"Yeah," he said. "It gets pretty loud in my head, too. Lots of room, I guess." His eyes dropped to the swell of her chest again before meeting her look. He didn't offer to make a complaining Shadow Clone for the paperwork this time. That wasn't the kind of distraction she was here for.
He stood up and walked around the desk. He didn't stop until he was standing right in front of her chair, looking down at her. "Sounds like you need a more… hands-on approach to forgetting," he said, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.
Ino looked up at him, old fire returning to her eyes, pushing back the fatigue.
"Is that your official Hokage recommendation?"
"Consider it a prescription," he said, leaning down and sliding his hands under her arms. He hauled her up out of the chair with ease, her body pressing against his. "Strong dose. No paperwork required.
She didn't resist, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders. "Just what I needed," she murmured, her earlier complaints already fading, replaced by a much more immediate and physical need. The only mind she wanted to be in for a while was her own. And his.
Naruto's tongue was warm and wet and perfect against her. Ino clutched at the cushions beneath her, her hips rising off the sofa to meet his mouth. He held her thighs apart, his grip firm, keeping her open for him. Every lick sent a sharp, sweet shock straight through her, washing away the filmy, gross feeling Kairo's mind had left behind.
His tongue slid through her folds, pressing against her clit, and a loud, shaky moan ripped out of her throat. She didn't care how slutty she sounded. This was so much better than thinking. The sticky thoughts in her head were getting replaced by the wet, hot feeling between her legs. She could feel her stress melting, dripping away with each pass of his tongue.
He licked her slowly, then faster, like he was trying to learn her taste. She was already so wet for him, and the slick noises his mouth made filled the quiet room. Her breathing got ragged. She tangled one hand in his bright hair, not pushing, just holding on. He groaned against her pussy and the vibration made her whole body twitch.
"Right there," she gasped, her voice thick. "Don't stop, please."
He didn't. He buried his face deeper, his tongue fucking into her now, and she cried out, her back arching. The empty, hollow feeling from before was gone, completely filled up by this raw, physical need.
Her thoughts were just a messy blur of want. "Taste me," she moaned, her voice breathy. "Fuck, Naruto, you eat my pussy so good."
She felt his low chuckle vibrate against her sensitive skin. It drove her crazier.
"Don't just lick," she begged, her hand tightening in his hair. "God, I need more. Finger me. Fucking finger my cunt! Please!"
She felt him shift. His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles as two of his fingers pushed inside her. They slid in deep and easy, stretching her, filling her just right. A broken cry tore from her lips at the sudden, perfect fullness.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes, Hokage-sama!" The title was a dirty prayer on her lips. "Finger my cunt just like that! Deeper! Harder!"
She could feel his nose nuzzling her as his tongue worked her clit and his fingers pumped in and out of her wet heat. The sounds were filthy, so loud in the quiet office. Her hips rocked against his face, chasing the pleasure that was wiping her mind clean. "That's it! Ohhhh! " she panted, "Make your slut forget everything!"
The coil in her belly was a supernova waiting to happen, pulled taut to its absolute limit. Every nerve was screaming. "Naruto, please, I'm so close…!"
He slowed his fingers, drawing out their stroke, and gentled his tongue to a maddening, feather-light tease. "Not yet," he growled against her, the vibration a torture. "You're gonna come when I say."
He was denying her, drawing out the agony, making the need swell until it was a physical pain. She was sobbing with frustration, her hips bucking helplessly. "Please, Hokage-sama, let me, I need it!"
"Now," he commanded.
His mouth sealed over her clit, sucking hard, his fingers driving deep and curling, and the world shattered.
But he wasn't done. As the first cataclysmic wave of her orgasm ripped through her, he pulled his mouth away. The flat of his hand came down on her slick, hypersensitive flesh—a loud, stinging slap that echoed in the room. The brutal mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure was a circuit overload. A second, even more violent orgasm seized her, crashing into the first without a second's pause.
"NA-RU-TO!" she shrieked, her voice breaking as her legs trembled violently, shaking beyond her control. Her back arched off the sofa, every muscle locked in a paralyzing ecstasy. She was blind, deaf, aware of nothing but the relentless, punishing waves of sensation he was wringing from her body until, finally, she collapsed into the cushions, completely spent.
She kept her eyes closed, just breathing. She felt the soft brush of his lips against the inside of her thigh, a gentle kiss that felt like a thank you. His big, warm hands smoothed over her skin, massaging the place where he'd held her so tightly just minutes ago. The tenderness of it made her want to melt all over again.
He moved up her body and gathered her into his arms. She nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his scent… sunshine and just a little bit of her. He held her close and started to hum, a vibration that rumbled through his chest and into hers. It was so peaceful. She felt safe. Loved. Content.
But then she felt his look. It was a heavy, hot weight on her skin. She blinked her eyes open and looked up at his face. The softness from a moment ago was gone, replaced by a raw, hungry look she knew all too well. His blue eyes were dark, completely focused on her.
"I also had a bad day, Ino," he said "I need some stress relief too."
A wicked grin spread across Ino's face. All the lazy contentment snapped into sharp, eager anticipation. Her body, which had been so completely limp, suddenly buzzed with new energy.
"Oh?" she breathed out. Her hand trailed down his chest, her fingers brushing over the hard muscle of his stomach, heading lower.
The Hokage's desk wasn't just wood underneath her anymore. It was a slick, wet mess from her own juices, and her arms could barely keep her upright with the force of Naruto's thrusts. Every time his pelvis slammed against her ass, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through her whole body. He was fucking her so deep, so hard, his big, thick cock stretching her pussy to the limit.
The sound was obscene. The wet, slapping noise of their bodies meeting, the squelch of her slick cunt taking every inch of him. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her back, hot and real. She loved feeling his sweat mix with hers. It made everything feel raw and animal.
She pushed her ass back against him, meeting his rhythm, wanting him even deeper. "Ohhh, fuck, Naruto. Right there… your cock feels so good inside me."
She arched her back even more, presenting herself perfectly. She knew he loved her ass, loved watching it bounce for him. "You like this view, baby?" she gasped, looking back over her shoulder. "You like watching your slut's juicy ass take your big cock?"
A ragged groan ripped from his throat. She looked back and saw his face. His eyes were dark and totally locked on her. Watching him come completely undone, so focused on the way her tight cunt was milking his cock, was too much. A loud, shameless moan tore from her lips. "Ahn! N-Naruto!"
She couldn't help herself. The need was too primal, too urgent. She bent even lower, her chest flattening against the desk, ass high in the air as a desperate plea spilled from her mouth. "Spank me," she begged, her voice trembling with every pounding thrust. "Please, baby, spank your slut's ass while you fuck her! I need it! I need to feel your hand on me!"
She was babbling now, lost to the sensation, pushing her hips back to meet his every drive. "Make it red for you! I want to feel it tomorrow when I'm sitting at my desk, remembering how you used me!"
The sharp crack of his hand against her ass sent a wave of heat blooming across her skin. Ino let out a sharp cry, a mix of pain and pleasure that only made her pussy clench tighter around his cock. He pulled her hair, yanking her head back and forcing her back to arch deeper. It was exactly what she needed.
"Fuck, just like that! Don't stop!"
Naruto used her hair like a rein, driving into her with a new, frantic rhythm. She could see the muscles in his arm flexing as he held her, and she watched her own tits bounce wildly with every powerful thrust. They felt heavy and sensitive, swaying beneath her. Her whole world narrowed to the feeling of his thick cock plunging into her wet cunt and the sound of their bodies slapping together.
"You like that, you little slut?" he growled. "You like getting railed on my desk?"
"Yes! God, yes! Harder!" she begged, pushing her ass back to meet him.
He leaned over her, his sweat dripping onto her neck. "I'm gonna fill you up, Ino. I'm gonna pump my cum so deep inside this greedy little pussy."
Her whole body went rigid for a second. A violent shiver ran through her and she started shaking. Her pussy clenched around him in a tight, rhythmic pulse. Naruto felt it. He groaned, slowing his hips to a deep, grinding crawl, making her feel every thick inch. "Oh, you like that idea, don't you?" he whispered. "You like thinking about my cum flooding this tight cunt?"
She couldn't answer. She just bit down on her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut as a quiet orgasm trembled through her. It wasn't the big, loud one. It was a tremor of pure need that left her whimpering.
"You want me to knock you up? You want me to make a baby in you, you dirty slut?"
That was it. The words tore a ragged scream from her throat. Her back arched violently as a second, harder orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock, milking him, and hot tears spilled down her cheeks. She couldn't stop crying, her body collapsing against the wet desk as wave after wave of pleasure shook her.
He felt her pussy clamping down on him, milking his cock with every one of her shaking sobs. She was a complete mess beneath him, and it drove him insane. He tightened his grip on her hair, keeping her arched and open for him.
"Look at you," he grunted. "Just the thought of my load makes you lose your fucking mind." He gave a hard thrust that made her cry out, her oversensitive nerves screaming. "You feel how hard I am? My balls are so fucking full of cum for you, Ino. They're aching to empty everything deep inside that fertile little cunt."
His words pulled another broken whimper from her. He could feel her trembling, on the very edge again just from him talking. He started moving, setting a brutal, pounding pace that had her ass slamming back against his hips. The desk shuddered with every thrust.
"You wanna feel it? You wanna feel me shoot it all inside you? Claim you?"
"Yes! Ohhhh! Ohh god! Naruto! Give it to me!"
That was all he needed. With a final, deep roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came. Thick, hot pulses of his cum erupted inside her, pumping deep into her contracting channel. He held her hips tight against his, grinding as he unloaded every last drop, filling her up just like he promised. He felt her body seize up around him one last time, a final, screaming orgasm tearing through her as she felt him paint her insides with his seed, completely and utterly claimed.
The Hokage's office was quiet now. The only sounds were Ino and Naruto catching their breath. She felt clean. Totally clean. The awful, sticky feeling from Kairo's mind was completely gone. It had been replaced by the real, physical memory of Naruto's body against hers.
Naruto finally moved, groaning softly as he pulled away from her. He rolled onto his side on the big desk, pulling her with him so she was curled against his chest. His hands, which had been so strong and demanding before, were now gentle, rubbing her back in slow circles.
For a little while, they just lay there together, breathing. He reached over and pulled his white Hokage cloak from a chair, draping it over her shoulders to keep her warm.
"Was that loud enough for you?" he whispered into her hair.
Ino let out a shaky breath that was almost a laugh, and she nestled closer. "Yeah," she whispered back, her throat a little sore. "Yeah, that was perfect. My brain feels brand new."
She leaned her head back to look at him. The intense look in his blue eyes was gone, replaced by a soft, tired happiness. He leaned down and kissed her gently. It was a sweet, simple kiss that made her feel safe.
"You totally ruined your paperwork," she said with a small laugh, glancing at the messy scrolls beneath them.
A big, familiar grin spread across Naruto's face. "Worth it," he said immediately. "I'll make a clone do it later. That guy actually likes boring stuff."
He sat up, pulling her up with him. They sat on the edge of the desk, his cloak around her shoulders and his arm holding her close. He looked out the big window at the village lights starting to turn on as night fell.
Ino looked out too, resting her head on his shoulder. The desperate need to run away was gone. She felt peaceful. She was here, with him. The mind-reader was clean. The Hokage was relaxed. The desk was a wreck.
Everything felt right.
"Come on," Naruto said softly, standing up and offering her his hand. "Let's go get some ramen. My treat."
Ino took his hand, smiling a real, easy smile. "Yeah. Okay."