[A/N:] My first Naruto fic! I'm glad those who saw this idea I posted on reddit responded so positively and enthusiastically, otherwise I probably would've never finished it so SHOUT OUT TO THEM. Also one of my best friends kept telling me to write more smut and it's her birthday soooo now's a great time to drop the first chapter :) this will be a multi-chapter fic but I think I'll modify the length based on interest. And yes, there is smut in the first chapter. Enjoy!

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Ino unzipped her flak jacket and closed her front door. A heavy sigh blew its way through her lips as she slipped off her shoes and trudged into her brightly lit apartment. The windows facing the street stood open, curtains undrawn, and Ino found no reprieve from the morning sunlight she'd just gotten away from. At half past eight, the birds were well into their daily symphony while the breeze carried the smell of summer right into the living room. If not for her exhaustion, Ino would've taken the time to appreciate it all.

Leaving at dawn to train with Shikamaru had become a weekly habit, but as much as she enjoyed being up bright and early she held no fondness for the walk back. Still, Ino counted her blessings. Choji was too busy as of late, so when she'd originally suggested it she was sure that Shikamaru would immediately decline.

And he did.

But persuading him to agree didn't take nearly as much effort as she thought it would - just the promise that it would only be once a week and rationalizing that he could probably go back to sleep right after.

He'd taken more of an advisor/intel role lately, so he wasn't often busy with missions outside the village. Unless, of course, it involved the Hidden Sand. He always seemed to get those ambassador or liaison missions without even asking. Lord Sixth was turning out to be quite the wingman. Ino never passed up a chance to tease her teammate about it.

Chuckling with remembrance, she stripped down for a shower. She'd won their first sparring session by asking if he'd finally seen Temari naked and then showing him three forms of his girlfriend completely nude, all of slightly different bodily proportions (as she herself hadn't seen Temari sans clothing and was only estimating) but similar in their bashful lewdness. It worked better than she hoped considering how good Shikamaru normally was at countering genjutsu. Ino almost couldn't concentrate given how much she wanted to sit back and laugh, but she persevered long enough to keep him off balance and get him to yield.

Ino would normally regard such things as immature, but teasing her trusted friend was just too fun to pass up. Oddly enough, as she turned the shower on, Ino finally understood why Naruto had worked so hard on his Sexy Jutsu. Catching someone off guard with the taboo was so easy and the payoff in amusement was incredible. And she had to admit, Naruto's cloning technique really came a long way. Even she was impressed with how realistic and convincing it was. He didn't go overboard with the proportions on his female form, usually opting for a more natural look (unlike Konohamaru), and he let the visuals do most of the work for him.

Ino turned and admired herself in the full-length mirror behind her bathroom door, entertaining a fleeting thought. Naruto's Sexy Jutsu actually looked a lot like her, at least in terms of body type if not the face. She smirked to herself. Was it possible that Naruto had modeled his jutsu after her as they grew up, at least in part? The idea was weird, but Ino felt oddly flattered.

After a quick, refreshing shower with cool water and scented soaps, Ino wandered out of the bathroom sans towel and went to work picking leaves and flowers from the abundance of plants around the apartment in preparation for a wonderful, relaxing bath.

Ahead of her was a day that would surely be eventful. Ino had invited Sakura, Hinata, and Tenten out for a well-deserved girls' day of fun and she was adamant on fulfilling that promise. They already planned to visit the hot springs as their first activity, but Ino wasn't above treating herself twice. One fresh mixture of lavender, calendula, and chamomile later, she was up to her neck in fragrance and contentment.

Whether after stressful or happy situations, a long soak with some plum wine and a paperback book was always Ino's answer to a busy day. This early, she skipped the wine and brought the book. Some of the pages were crinkled from previous accidental dips into bathwater, but it made no difference to her. As long as she could read the print and the book never got completely submerged, she'd continue reading in the bath.

The story was one of light romance between a stoic woman of nobility and an earnest man of lesser standing. Ino was a sucker for unlikely love stories, and this seemed right up her alley. The protagonist's love interest was equal parts charmingly witty, broodingly introspective, and a goofy flirt. Ino found him to be exciting to read. In truth, she thought of him as a mixture of both Sasuke and Naruto and was quite surprised at how amused she was upon the realization. It was no news to anyone that she had once found Sasuke irresistible, but as she got older (and both discovered and witnessed the mountains of drama involving the Uchiha) she regarded him more with pity and reservation than anything else. Not that he was around much to change her mind anyway.

Her regard for Naruto, however, took the opposite route. Ino, like many other kids back at the academy, was told by her parents and most other adults to stay away from Naruto. But when she'd actually gotten to know him, he didn't seem particularly dangerous. Ino just thought he was extremely annoying. He was loud, obnoxious, scatterbrained, and always in Sasuke's face. What was there to like?

But then, when he returned to the village after training with Master Jiraiya for three years, she started to see him differently. They went on missions together, fought side by side during the war, and even spent down time together with the rest of their friends. Naruto was still annoying through all that, yet Ino had to admit that he'd certainly proven himself to be strong, dependable, and even sweet at times. What surprised her the most was how good and thoughtful a listener he could be when he stopped talking.

It also didn't hurt that he grew up to be quite good-looking.

People used to make fun of his unruly hair and whisker marks, but Ino found them to be rather cute after a while. He was handsome in a way that was familiar, calming and comforting instead of sharp and jitter-inducing. Twelve-year-old Ino would vomit at the thought, but now she'd even call him sexy without an ounce of jocularity. The serious look he reserved only for fighting was just delicious, and there was something irrefutably attractive about someone so unafraid to be earnest and straightforward. Ino would have made him hers years ago if not for consideration for Hinata.

And if given the chance, she probably would have done the same in Hinata's case as well. Unsurprisingly, everyone loved Hinata, and Ino was by no means immune. Hinata, like Naruto, had once been teased and avoided by most of their age group, but eventually her personality and nature - which hadn't changed much from when they were in the academy - won everyone over. The Hyuga girl was the calmest, sweetest, and most genuine person anyone in the village had ever met, and all those who didn't want her wanted to at least be her friend. And to their luck, she would let them.

Romantically, however, the soft-hearted kunoichi only ever had eyes for Konoha's most famous knucklehead ninja. Everyone in the village knew that except for him, and even further, Ino was sure that he loved Hinata back but just hadn't realized it yet. Ino heaved a mental sigh.

Having such a pure and amazing friend almost made Ino guilty about thinking of Hinata in certain ways. That girl was just as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. Her soft, pretty features bestowed warmth and comfort to anyone who laid eyes on her and almost completely distracted from the fact that she had a body lots of kunoichi would kill for. Strict Hyuga Clan grooming regimens paired with incessant training were to thank for that, and Ino was personally grateful. Sometimes she would ogle her unabashedly when they hung out and was positive that Hinata didn't even notice. Many a night she'd wonder how it would feel to have the brunette under her, or what obscenities Ino could draw from her mouth as she explored her delectable form.

After rereading the same paragraph six times, Ino discarded her book. Her mind had strayed way too far from the story in her hands into the waters of sapphic pleasure, and now her body was catching up. She was hyper-aware of how the warm water felt on her, heat caressing her skin to make her both tingly and relaxed. She shifted her legs to sit up, flexing her thighs and rubbing them together. It alleviated none of the pressure. The movement only served to accentuate the buoyancy of her breasts, swaying just underneath the surface with dusty pink nipples getting harder by the second.

It couldn't be helped. Now Ino's mind was solidly on both Naruto and Hinata, flitting through various images and scenarios each more lascivious than the last. Ino wondered if Naruto ever thought about her when he was stroking himself. If he really had modeled his Sexy Jutsu after her, then she wouldn't rule it out. Though maybe he thought of Hinata...but did pure, innocent Hinata think of him as she touched herself? Does she even touch herself at all? Suddenly Ino was dying to know. What she would give to watch either of them get themselves off…

Ino cupped her own breasts and squeezed her thighs together, causing a hot shiver to run through her. She pinched her nipples lightly, unable to stop the low hiss that came from her lips.

Naruto must have a gorgeous cock, if it was anything like the rest of him. Ino's eyes fluttered shut as she continued to tease herself, imagining going down on the blond ninja and taking him as far down her throat as she could. Not for the first time she felt envious of the Hyuga clan. With the byakugan, Ino would have no problem finding out firsthand just how fantastic Naruto looked out of his clothes and wouldn't have to use her imagination.

Ino felt a familiar warm wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the bath. With one hand expertly playing with her nipples, she used the other to chart a course down to her pussy. Abs tightened and relaxed with every jolt of pleasure that seemed to run from her nipples straight to her clit. She slumped back against the side of the tub and finally let out a long, drawn-out moan.

She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to watch those two lovebirds fuck each other. No doubt it would be amazing, unabashedly open and raw, full of emotion and satisfaction. Would Hinata initiate, finally tired after years of pining? Or would Naruto, so attracted and in love that he just couldn't help himself? Ino slid her fingers over her clit in tiny circles and let her other hand roam her body however it liked. She bit her lip and rocked her hips forward and back, gasping and whimpering at the exquisite shocks gifted to her by the friction. Ino didn't know what either of her friends would do in her fantasy, but she knew above all else that she wanted to join the fun.

Ino imagined Naruto's long, beautiful cock pumping in and out of her with slow, steady strokes. She wanted him to fill her up completely, to make sure she could take it all. Ino slipped two fingers inside her pussy and began to fuck herself in earnest.

Her grunts and moans flexed their volume, echoing high and loud off the walls of the bathroom and testifying to her delight. Her eyes shut tighter against the noise, and the tension in her core began to mount. Ino wanted Hinata to ride her face and watch Naruto fuck her senseless as she licked the raven-haired girl to at least two unforgettable orgasms. Then she wanted to ride Naruto's cock as Hinata rode his face, so she could make out with her at the same time.

The splashes of water against the tub were completely ignored by the panting kunoichi. She was so close to release, but she needed more. Ino doubled her efforts with both hands on her pussy, flicking her clit and pistoning her fingers in and out of herself. Her body wound even more tightly, until she was coiled like a spring.

"Fuck fuck fuck, yeah, " Ino panted between whimpering moans, "please, just like that, just like - shit! "

It was right there. Just right there, but not, like it was knocking at her door. Ino was hazy and dizzy with arousal, thoughts still jumbled with scene after dirty scene. She wanted to feel them. She wanted to touch them. She wanted to fuck them and have them fuck her. She wanted to feel Hinata's tongue on her clit and her fingers inside her and Naruto's cock fucking her face until he explodes down the back of her -

"FUCK!"

The orgasm rocked her body like a lightning strike. Ino bucked her hips and clenched, one hand reaching out against the rim of the tub and the other still desperately fucking herself and forcing unintelligible sounds of pleasure-filled release from her chest. Shuddering waves spread from her core to her extremities, giving goosebumps all along the way. And just when it seemed one would end, another came right on its heels to shatter her sense of time.

Her toes curled and flexed as she continued to shiver minutes after her orgasm subsided, and small hums and mewls peppered the air between sighs and giggles. Eventually Ino was fully relaxed again, totally limp against the back of the tub, water up to her neck.

"Ho-oly shit...whew."

Her fingers combed through her hair and a huge smile graced her lips. She hadn't cum that hard in a while.

Eventually Ino rose from the tub and set the water to drain before towelling herself off and getting something to wipe the floor. Her enthusiasm had involved quite a few splashes and created a puddle. Once everything was clean and dry, she checked the time.

Just a bit after nine. Ino didn't have to meet the girls until noon, and so had an ample amount of time to herself. Which was good, because the curse (or blessing) of Ino's libido was that she could never go just once. One orgasm, no matter how great, was never enough to satisfy the blonde and, like clockwork, she could feel herself revving up for round two.

After that monster of an orgasm she just had, Ino was still hot, tingly, and almost dripping. The warm light on her bare skin as she walked across the sunlit apartment to her bedroom only spurred her on, and her thoughts of Naruto and Hinata told her that she wouldn't be satisfied with just her hands this time. Fucking herself wasn't going to cut it. She needed to be fucked.

Ino smirked to herself. "I wonder if Naruto ever does this..."

She put her hands together to form the familiar seal, two fingers on each hand forming a cross. With a short pop, another Ino appeared in full birthday suit. The clone gave the original a flirty grin and put her hands on her hips.

Ino made three more quick seals and then clasped her hands together before thrusting them out in front of her.

"Ooh, pleasure link?" said the clone excitedly. "How generous of you."

"That's because you're gonna be focusing on me. Can't have you feeling left out, now can I?"

"Is it really a good idea to tire us out when we have plans later? Don't want to meet the girls all sleepy and drained, you know."

"Have a little faith, will you?" said the original. "We've got plenty of time."

Despite her declaration, Ino was not in the mood for waiting. She nudged her clone backward toward the bed and the duplicate gave a high peal of laughter. "Right to it then, huh?"

"Yep," said Ino, almost growling in anticipation. "Now hurry up and fuck me."

"We really are bossy, aren't we?"

Clone Ino wasted no time in obliging. She grabbed her conjurer by the waist, flipped her onto her back, and immediately straddled her. She went to work, kissing and licking down her neck with the occasional bite whenever she felt like it. Ino relaxed into the ministrations and enjoyed them, but got impatient very quickly. Whimpering underneath her doppelganger, she moved to sit up.

"Come on..." whined Ino.

"In a minute." Clone Ino pushed her back down and took a nipple into her mouth while a hand found the other one. Her sucking, biting, and pinching made Ino a writhing, panting mess. Ino's hands moved on their own, gripping any part of her tormentor she could find. Due to the link she'd created before, she was sure her clone could feel just how frustratingly good it all was.

After giving in to years of curiosity and finally experimenting with herself, Ino discovered early on that developing a way to allow the giver to feel what the receiver felt not only engendered better orgasms but offered even more incentive to pleasure the other person. It had taken a few tries to get right but Ino was skilled and creative, and her high sex drive only fueled her determination.

Clone Ino rose and pulled her closer by the hips in one rough motion. Forcing her thighs back and her knees toward her chest, she descended and settled between Ino's legs to latch right onto her clit with her mouth.

Ino let out a short scream at the sudden onslaught and her hands flailed to find something to stabilize her. She settled on her clone's head, working her fingers into blonde tresses and gripping just as forcefully as the other did her thighs.

Ino could feel her clone shudder as the sounds of her grunts and moans reverberated through her pussy. The link did dilute pleasure a small amount, but given how fantastic her tongue felt on her clit, Ino was sure the other was still enjoying herself quite a bit.

Controlling her hips had become an almost impossible feat, but her clone's shift in focus to a particular spot took her from gasping to hyperventilating, and she no longer cared. All she could feel was a warm buzzing underneath her skin topped by the vibrations of her clone's vocal expressions. Then Clone Ino switched up again, leaning forward to put more pressure on her clit and sliding two fingers inside right up against her g-spot.

The sudden change had ripped a crescendo of obscenities right out of Ino, the string of moans following showed no signs of stopping. And then she was racing towards an orgasm alarmingly fast and had no way to brace for it. There was no build up, no warning, no indicator at all. Only its arrival.

Something snapped within her, and the only thing that existed was a slow, rippling, pounding sensation pulsing from inside her. Ino rose off the bed in a tight arch as her body stiffened on its own. All the noise she'd been making abruptly ended, trapped by air caught in her chest that wouldn't release. Her whole body thrummed like a plucked string and refused to breathe until everything had run its course. It was almost calming, like a powerful drawn-out note at the end of an orchestral performance. For a moment, Ino ascended into a plane of existence hitherto uncharted by humanity. And then she returned to earth.

Eventually, the starry fuzziness clouding her vision began to ebb. Ino stared up at the ceiling, dazed and breathing shallowly. Though it seemed narcissistic at first, fucking a clone of herself was one of the best ideas she'd ever come up with. Who could fuck her better than herself?

Clone Ino rested between her legs, head nestled just below her belly button and hands lazily drifting over her conjurer's body. No doubt she had been gifted with a powerful orgasm of her own.

Clone Ino planted a kiss on her pubic bone. "Fuck yeah," she huffed. "Am I great or what?"

Ino chuckled. "I can't really disagree, now can I?"

"Mmm, that link was such a good idea. So glad we invented it," Clone Ino untangled herself from Ino's legs and rolled into a very cat-like stretch. "I mean I love pleasuring others but that feedback loop is delicious. Only thing better would be an actual orgasm jutsu."

Clone Ino chuckled to herself, obviously comfortable in her spot on the bed. Ino, very ungracefully, bolted right up into a sitting position.

"Holy shit. That's a great idea!"

"Hm?"

Ino nudged her clone with more force than was necessary. She grunted in reproach. "A technique that makes people cum! I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner!"

Clone Ino craned her neck to look at Ino directly, her gaze both tired and alert. "How would we even manage that? Manipulating sexual response cycles is complicated, even for us. A simple genjutsu wouldn't cut it. We'd either have to actively guide them all the way through to orgasm or find a way to sustain it some other way."

Ino considered the possibilities, suddenly resolute. Her newfound idea would require precise chakra manipulation, lots of experimentation, and probably some Yamanaka Clan specialties, but she was confident in how far her skills had developed. Lady Tsunade's and later Kurenai-sensei's tutelage fostered her chakra control into something noteworthy and formidable, and her creativity had truly blossomed because of it.

"Well, we've still got a couple hours to kill," offered Ino suggestively. Her clone raised an eyebrow. "Why don't we get started?"

Clone Ino sat up excitedly, grinning. "Okay, but I get to be the guinea pig."

"Of course."

Ino gathered her chakra and went to work.