Her hands were underneath Naruto's shirt, her nails running sharply down his back, breaking skin and drawing blood. Naruto yelped, and he felt the teeth of her smirk pressing into the skin of his neck before she bit down — mean, but it made him moan.

She pursed her lips and sucked, and Naruto knew the area would be bruised and red, not that it would matter with his healing factor. And his mind wandered for a moment, wondering if she even knew or cared about that as she moved down his neck, suckling and leaving another hickey.

Ino leaned back on his lap, her eyes hooded with lust as they tracked over his neck, admiring her handiwork. She pushed her ponytail behind her shoulder and the action drew Naruto's attention to her bare tits, small and perky. Naruto knew the sight would haunt his dreams for the next few days at least.

Ino's taut stomach was almost always on display, with her selection of tops, but somehow seeing the way her toned abdomen connected to her tits with pink, peaked nipples that connected to her pale neck that connected to her pretty face and pouty lips —

Ino's smoking hot, and that's really the only reason he hadn't told her to get the fuck out of his apartment already.

She reached over and ran her hands through his hair. Embarrassingly, he basically purred at the sensation of her nails stroking his scalp. Her teeth bared out behind her lips like a Cheshire cat. Naruto could tell Ino was pleased that she could turn him into putty in her hands. It made him almost ill. He barely had any experience at all, what was he supposed to do about all the sensations that assaulted him?

His cock had been hard for what felt like ages now, and Ino started grinding against his clothed erection. It was insane, both pleasure and frustration he hadn't ever encountered before, Ino making small, breathy gasps that melted his brain while she rocked her hips back and forth on his lap. When she leaned over to kiss him, Naruto fought against his instinct to grab her shoulder, keeping her soft lips from landing on his own.

Ino's face twisted with anger as she released his hair and her hips stalled.

"What gives?!"

"What the hell is this? What are we doin'?"

Naruto tried to focus on Ino's face, but there is an almost unperceivable scar on her shoulder that he felt under his fingertip.

The temptation to rub it was distracting.

"How dumb can you be?" Her aquamarine eyes burned him with her disgust. "Intercourse, sex, fucking. We are going tofuck. Can you get that through your thick skull?"

"Why me?" Naruto hissed, almost hostile about the whole thing, no matter how sexually wound up he was.

The topless girl shrugged, her tits mesmerizing. "You're available."

For her it's simple. For him it's tormenting.

"I like Sakura."

"And I like that actor Michi, but I'm not fucking him either, am I?" She began gyrating against him again and Naruto couldn't bite back his moan. Her responding smile seemed mocking, almost certainly was.

"You're a total bitch, Ino." He glared at her, hands underneath her skirt, on top of her thighs to stop her motion and give his throbbing cock a break so he could be mad for a bit.

She laughed, the sound too pure and delicate to be coming from someone so impish.

"Damn, Naruto, you're actually kind of hot when you're angry." She looped her arms around his neck, leaning forward until their noses brushed. "Okay, fine then. You reeeeally want me to leave?"

Naruto could tell this was some sort of trap.

"Just give me one kiss and I'll be out of your hair." Ino placed her hands on the back of his neck, fingers tickling the hairs at his nape. Naruto's hands loosened on her thighs and Ino took the opportunity to grind on his cock again.

All of Naruto's resistances were failing.

She didn't smell cloying, like fake perfume like he might have expected. Her scent was earthy and floral, like her flower shop, and it burrowed into his brain, made his thoughts hazy.

"One kiss," he mumbled, bringing his hands up to cup her jaw and bring their lips together. Ino's hips stopped moving.

Naruto's kiss was delicate, because he knew little, but Ino was patient, letting him take his time and savour her.

Ino's lips are soft and sweet, mouth pliant against his — and Naruto's face is on fire.

When he broke the kiss, he saw that Ino's cheeks were flushed too and it went down her neck. It made him feel less foolish, less emasculated, that she was affected too.

"Good?" she asked, her eyes shining.

"I can do better," he murmured, eyes dropping to the floor. Ino's fingers wrapped around his chin, lifting it up and making him look her in the eyes.

"Then why don't we try one more?" Her smile was genuine. Not mocking, not teasing, and he nodded.

This time she led, and she was much better at it than he was, kissing Naruto eagerly, open-mouthed. Naruto tried to pay attention, to try and learn and memorize all the jolts of pleasure she elicited, but it's so hard to concentrate when her tongue was in his mouth, sliding against his own, tasting him like it's her favourite dish.

Naruto whimpered, high and pathetic, and Ino moaned back.

"Fuck," Ino murmured as she pulled away, a strand of saliva connected to their lips. She ran her thumb across her bottom lip, breaking the strand before sucking it off her thumb.

Naruto thought he would cum his pants from watching her.

"Shirt," she mumbled around her thumb.

"What?"

Ino laughed again and butterflies stormed his stomach at the sound. "Take your shirt off!"

Naruto leaned back in his chair, pulling at the hem of his shirt and removing it.

"Niiice," Ino purred, placing her palm on his chest and sliding it down to his abdomen, her fingertips rubbing against his muscles.

"It's nothin' special," Naruto grunted, his eyes fluttering as Ino groped him.

"Jeez, what are you so humble for? I didn't knowNaruto-kunwas so shy," Ino teased. She ran her hand back up his body, until he reached his face, her thumb stroking his whisker-marks, pulling a low rumble from his chest. "God, you are so cute. Come here."

Naruto held onto her waist leaning forward and kissing her, trying to mimic Ino's techniques.

It was sloppy, unrefined, but from the way she was moaning, Naruto knew was at least doing something right.

"Naruto," she whispered his name against his lips.

"Hm?"

Ino sat back in his lap, smiling shyly at him, a bout of nervous energy that hadn't been there before.

"Naruto, you're a virgin, right?"

Naruto rolled his eyes and huffed. "Shit, I get it, I suck at this. You don't gotta —"

"No! I wasn't — that's not what I meant! It's just that…I'm one too." She bit her lower lip, her fingers twitching on his shoulders.

Naruto's brain whirred, the puzzle pieces clicking into place.

"Oh, so that's what this is about." Naruto ran his hands from her hips to her torso, stopping underneath her tits, thumbs splayed out so he could feel some of their weight pressing down on his thumbs.

"Are you mad?"

Naruto shrugged. "Does it matter? Mad or not, I'm gonna fuck you, y'know?"

He stretched his neck and gave one of her nipples a tentative lick.

Ino giggled, maybe from his frank statement or maybe from his tongue on her.

"But why me though?" Naruto cupped her tit with his right hand, fondling it a little bit before shifting his hand and pressing his thumb against her nipple, rubbing it in circles.

Ino sighed as Naruto played with her. "Mmmhhh, I —ah! God, Isn't it enough that I think you're cute?"

Naruto brought his left hand up, taking the nipple of her other breast between his two fingers and rolling it. "That's a lame reason."

"Well, ah that's niiice, fuck." Ino had closed her eyes, her hands cupping the back of his hands lightly as he worked her over. "I mean I wasn't going to fuck Shikamaru anytime soon."

This time it was Naruto's turn to laugh.

"Oh whatever, guess I can cry about it tomorrow if I hafta." Naruto released her tits and reached back to pat her ass. "Take this skirt off for me, yeah?"

Ino opened her eyes and pouted at him, but rose off him obediently, unbuttoning her skirt and slipping it down her legs and off her ankles. There was a dark stain on the front of her panties and Naruto reached out to run his thumb over it.

"F-Fuck," Ino stuttered, gripping his wrist and rolling her hips against his hand. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you…I've wanted you since you sat on my lap," Naruto admitted. "I want you so bad now, I-I'm scared I'll cum my pants before I even get inside of you."

"Oh,fuck. That's hot."

Her thighs trembled around his hand and she stepped back away from his touch. His fingers were sticky with a light coating of her arousal.

Ino's cheeks were bright red, her mouth open and panting.

"Are you okay?" Naruto stood up to try and check on her. But she placed her hand on his chest, halting him and huffed out a laugh.

"I just — I want you so bad right now."

"Me too," Naruto whispered.

For a brief moment, Sakura's smiling face flashed in his mind, but when Ino reached for her panties, shoving them down her slim legs, he suppressed it quickly and followed suit, dropping his pants.

Naruto took a mouthful of ramen and his mouth burst with an assortment of awesome and complex flavours. The briny pork bone broth harmonized with the wheat noodles to perfection. The thick slices of braised pork belly, chewy in texture, added a hefty substance to the dish. The fresh scallions on top are a refreshing palate cleanser, cutting through the umami flavours with each bite.

He expected nothing less from Ichiraku ramen.

"Are you even listening to me, Naruto?" Sakura asked, annoyance seeping into her voice.

"Huh, waf wha dah Chaurah-shan?" Naruto sounded out around the noodles he was in the middle of slurping down.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth, it's gross!" Sakura glared at him. "I wassaying, Tsunade-sama is really wearing me out with her training, she was trying to teach me a technique that rearranges…oh my god he's not listening to me again."

"Oh God, that was good." Naruto leaned back and rubbed his belly, his hunger satisfied in that way only Ichiraku Ramen could accomplish. "What was that? Granny got you a new pet?"

"Forget it," Sakura said icily, nibbling at some ramen noodles.

"Sakuraaaa-chan." Naruto placed his hands together in a form of placation. "I'm really sorry, it's just we've been on so busy lately and I haven't had ramen from Ichiraku's in a while."

"Sure," she said, but Naruto knew she was still a bit pissed.

"Hey, why don't I buy you another bowl to make it up to you? Eh, Sakura-chan?"

"I'm full Naruto! I can barely finish this bowl."

"Why don't you buy me one instead?" The teammates turned their heads to see Ino enter Ichiraku's, pushing the drapes over her shoulder.

"Hey, pig," Sakura greeted, but Naruto stared at her blankly, wondering what she was doing there.

Ino sauntered over to Naruto and sat down next to him. "Hey, forehead. Hi, Naruto."

"Ino." Naruto fiddled with his chopsticks. "Uh, Ayame, one miso ramen."

"Make it two!" Ino called out. "You're buying right? Naruto?"

"What?! No!" Naruto turned to look at his fellow blonde.

His mistake.

Ino brushed her thick bangs to the side, exposing both her beautiful aquamarine eyes. Her pink lips were curled into a teasing smirk and Naruto's heart thumped against his chest.

Naruto tried to ignore the sensation, turning back to Sakura. "C'mon Sakura-chan, tell me about your training with granny."

His teammate relented. "Well, as I was saying before —"

"Ah, Naruto?" Ino called over his shoulder.

"What?" He's not finished turning when Ino's thumb presses against the corner of his mouth, sliding across and brushing his bottom lip.

"You had a little something." Ino's gentle tone is in stark contrast to her vicious smile. Her eyes glued to his own, she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked on it. "Miso?"

"What the hell, Ino?!" Sakura barked from across Naruto.

Despite being in a state of shock, he managed to answer, "N-no, it's tonkotsu."

"Seriously, Ino, what's wrong with you!"

Ino rolled her eyes and pulled her thumb out of her mouth, the tip wet with her saliva. "Chill, Sakura, I didn't have a napkin. Tonkotsu huh? Maybe I should try that next time."

Naruto felt Sakura vibrating next to him, but before she could do anything, Ayame interrupted them, placing the ramen bowls on the counter.

"Enjoy you guys!"

Blessed with a reprieve, Naruto tucked into his favourite food in the world, ignoring what had just happened.

Ino pushed some hair behind her ear and broke her chopsticks while Sakura looked flabbergasted, staring into her bowl of half-eaten ramen.

"So, Naruto," Ino began, blowing on the ramen as she spoke, "How's the plant I gave you?"

Naruto slammed a fist into his chest as he choked mid-bite on his ramen. Sakura gave him a look of disgust while Ino focused on her ramen, though the corner of her mouth twitched a few times, trying to hold back a smile.

"Wrong pipe." Naruto gave his teammate an apologetic smile when he finally calmed down.

"What plant?" Sakura asked, an iciness in her tone Naruto related to his gross etiquette and also accidently ignoring her before.

"You know, just a little something I got him as a welcome back gift," Ino replied before taking a small bite of her ramen and moaning. "God, I haven't had ramen in ages. Too bad it has sooo many calories."

"You never told me Ino got you a plant, Naruto."

"I mean, it's just a plant." Naruto mumbled into his bowl, polishing away at it.

"How rude! You don't like it? You know, I really thought about what would suit you!"

"No! It's a nice plant! It waters really good, y'know?"

"What does that even mean," Ino chuckled.

"You know! Like, I get to water it a lot."

Naruto nearly jumped out of his seat when Sakura suddenly slammed her money down on the table. "Alright, you guys have fun talking aboutplantsor whatever. I'm going to train with shishou. Bye."

"Eh, Sakura-chan? Is this because I wasn't listenin' properly to your story? Sakura-chan?" Naruto ended up speaking to Sakura's back as she ignored him and retreated from the food stall. "Oh man, I really messed up."

"Don't worry about her, Naruto, you're not busy after this are you?" Ino leaned into Naruto's personal space, one of her hands laying on top of his.

"Well, uh, I was planning on doin' some trainin'."

"Some post meal exercise, huh?" Ino stretched languidly and Naruto could not help but notice her breasts swelled against the fabric of her purple top.

Ino caught him watching, to his dismay, but offered no reaction other than a small smile.

"You know," Ino slid a finger along Naruto's bare forearm where he had rolled up his sleeves, drawing random patterns on his skin, "There's somethingelseyou can do at my place, for exercise, I mean."

Her voice was low and husky, big blue eyes fluttering at him, her teeth delicate, pressing on her bottom lip.

"Oh, uh, I —" Naruto stuttered, babbled, before shutting his trap.

Ino smiled and stood off the seat, walking toward the exit. She turned back to look at him. "Well, are you coming?"

Her eyes glinted with desire and Naruto hastily reached into his pocket to grab enough cash to cover both their meals, tailing the toned legs of the kunoichi back to her place.

While he seethed internally, the only reason Naruto did not throw a fit is because this was truly what he deserved.

Placing another crate filled with potted plants onto the shelf he turned toward the sitting Yamanaka, her legs stretched across a few empty black crates, sipping on some iced tea.

He could not believe he paid for the bitch's meal too. He was delusional to think Ino brought him to her place to... well…he cleared his mind and turned back toward the bags of soil. After he finished this he was leaving. He planned to go to the nearest training grounds and pound the wooden posts to dust, to exorcise all his pent-up desires and frustrations. To forget all about the gorgeous blonde with her tits that fit perfectly in his hands, and slim waist, and tight ass — yeah, okay maybe he would go home instead and take care of his frustrations another way.

Like she could read his thoughts (and maybe she fucking could, wasn't that what the Yamanaka clan specialized in?) she spoke, "Have you been thinking about me? Dreaming about me?"

Ino chewed on her straw, gazing at him with curiosity.

"What? Fuck no," Naruto lied, picking up a heavy bag of soil from the warehouse crate and moving it against the wall on the far side of the room as Ino instructed him to do.

He needed to pass Ino each time he moved a soil bag. She was wearing perfume this time, and he even noticed it at Ichiraku's. He doesn't care for it, but somehow, in the storage room of her flower ship, it mixed with the soil and flora and created a scent that was more than the sum of its parts.

Guilty, Naruto also thought about how he missed the pungency of her sweat as well.

"Really? I dreamt about you though." Naruto stumbled, but regained himself, trying his best to ignore Ino as he set about finishing his task. There were about thirty bags left. He could easily finish if he used his Shadow Clones, but (he glanced at the lounging Yamanaka; she smiled prettily at him) he decided against it.

"Naruto…you look hot, I mean like you must be warm. Why don't you take off your jacket?" Ino asked from her seat.

Naruto wasn't hot, wasn't even sweating from the menial labour. However, something about the look she gave him caused Naruto to shake off his jacket and place it on the side.

"Ah, that's a very nice shirt. Wouldn't want it to get dirty with soil, right?" She gave him a coquettish grin.

"Fuckin' pervert," Naruto mumbled under his breath, but he took his shirt off and threw it at her. Ino squealed when it hit her face.

Naruto continued with his work, making sure to avoid catching Ino's eye whenever he placed a bag down. Ignoring Ino made the process a lot quicker, and other than a few weird sounds, Ino remained quiet.

"Oi, Ino, I'm finished."

Naruto froze when turned around to get Ino's attention.

There she was, sitting back, legs splayed out on the sides of the crates, a hand tucked inside her shorts, moving vigorously.

She was panting, cheeks ruddy and her eyes roaming across Naruto's body.

"What the actual fuck, Ino?!"

Naruto tried to whisper, but it was far too loud, and he glanced at the exit toward the stairs, as if her mother would rush down and accuse him of being a pervert for watching her daughtertouch herself.

"Can you blame me?" Ino huffed out, then moaned as her hips stuttered up. "W-walking around with that sexy body, fuck, what was I supposed to do?"

"What the — but you — God, you're the one who told me to take off my shirt!"

"Shut the fuck up and come over here," Ino hissed, and despite how ludicrous the predicament was and how annoying Ino was being, he walked toward her like she had him under one of her jutsu that could control him.

Her eyes were burning with desire when she stared at him, and it lit a fire in his core. Naruto swallowed thickly as he stood next to her. Ino moaned and pulled her hand out from her shorts. They glistened with her arousal, and she placed them between her lips, sucking wet and lewdly as she cleaned them off.

"Fuck." Naruto watched and cupped his covered cock, hard against the constraint of his pants.

Ino moved her other hand down, bunching the waistbands of her shorts and panties and pulling them forward and down. Naruto's mouth went dry at the sight of her mound, pale skin covered with a tuft of blonde hair. He could only see the edge of her lips and clit, but they were thoroughly wet with her slick.

Naruto placed a hand underneath Ino's shirt, on her stomach, and slid it down until he was cupping her cunt, his knuckles pressing against the inside of her panties, tenting them. He felt around clumsily, searching for her clit like she taught him the other day.

Ino's smaller hand gripped his wrist, adjusting her positioning slightly and then shemoaned, something low and depraved, her eyes rolling back in her head for a moment.

"Fuuuck, right there, on my clit just like that. God your fingers feel so much better than mine do, Naruto."

Naruto moved his fingers down, flexing them against her folds and into her entrance, building confidence with the way Ino lolled her head back and cooed for him, her hips rocking back and forth against his hand.

"I knew you didn't bring me here to do some fuckin' chores." Naruto pumped his fingers in and out of Ino's wet cunt, circling them around her clit and then tucking them back inside her.

"Ngh, shiiit," Ino sighed, her eyelashes fluttering. "I was juuust teasing, Naruto. Well, that and I got you to do my chores too. Why, are you mad?"

"Fuck off." Naruto fingerfucked her more aggressively, with barely any finesse, but Ino gasped anyway.

"Oh god, fuck, I'm close — Naruto, talk dirty to me."

"What?!" They hadn't even broached this topic last time and he was completely unprepared.

"Shit, anything, Naruto, please!"

Naruto wracked his brain for anything he could use to get her off, his mouth already moving.

"I want, uh, you to come, Ino. Y-you, um, made me pay for lunch, and uh, made me do chores, but…but—"

Naruto's searching eyes found his answer, settling on Ino's finger resting on her stomach, fingers still stained with her saliva.

"It's not fair, y'know? Why do you only get to taste your cum? I'm the one workin' hard, ain't I? Don't I get a treat?"

Naruto gazed into Ino's eyes, wide and filled with lust, her lips trembling.

"You gonna come for me? Get my fingers all sticky wet, yeah? Cream on them so I can taste it too?"

Her breaths were stuttered, Ino's hips bucking up to grind against his fingers, sweat beading on her temple.

She was going to explode.

He leaned over, lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

"Hurry up and come, Ino. I wanna fuck youstupidafter this."

Ino covered her mouth, stifling her cry as she came, her walls squeezing his fingers.

Naruto stroked her through her orgasm, extending it, her cunt pulsing with aftershocks that had Naruto's cock leaking precum against his boxers — it wassoeasy to imagine his cock was filling her up instead.

Once she finally finished fluttering, he removed his fingers from her cunt, strands of clear cum stretched between them. It looked delicious, and true to his word, he brought his fingers to his mouth, Ino watching, her mouth hanging open as he sucked them clean with a satisfied moan.

"Not a bad reward after a hard day's work, huh?" Naruto smirked down at Ino, but before he could gloat anymore, Ino flashed forward, grabbing at his waist, his boxers and pants around his ankle and then pushed over, his back hitting the floor.

"What the fuck?"

Naruto blinked and Ino was squatting over him, shimming out of her shorts and hooking her panties out of the way as she ground her cunt up and down the length of his hard cock, grinding it down on his abdomen.

"Oh f-fuck, Ino, ugh, shit, what the hell are you doin'?"

Her hips kept rolling, cunt gliding across his shaft, covering it with her arousal, even as she leered down at him.

"C'mon, why are youstillacting like a virgin, Naruto?"

Ino reached over, one hand stroking his chest while the other reached for his cock, her hips raising off his waist enough that she could rub the tip through her folds.

"Are you crazy?"

"What?" Ino cooed, "Didn't you just say you wanted to fuck me?"

"I was trying to get you off! We can't do this right now, your mom is upstairs, she might come down any second!"

Naruto could easily throw her off, gather his clothes and escape.

But, of course, he stayed still, watching intently as Ino swivelled her hips, sinking down on his cock until it disappeared completely inside of her like a magic trick.

"Then you'd better keep your mouth shut, Naruto," she laughed, and it made Naruto's chest flutter.

Her cunt was like heaven around his cock, warm and tight and dripping wet, and she hadn't even started moving yet.

When she did, fuck this was better than ramen, Naruto thought as Ino rode him. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs as she circled and rolled her hips, the sight of his cock sliding in and out, her lips stretched around him, the noisy wet sound offucking— it was too much too fast.

"Ino, shit, I-I'm gonna come already, stop, please."

She laughed again, her head tilted back, observing him through hooded eyes.

"Mmh, no."

And then she leaned forward and started slamming down on him, Naruto having to cover his mouth to keep from moaning so loud it would bring Ino's mother to check on them.

She's clenching around him, pulsing around him, Naruto's brain on fire — melting as Ino bounced on his cock, her mouth making up for how quiet he was.

"Fuck your cock feels so good."

Naruto dropped his hands to her waist, helping her ride him, whimpers falling from his mouth as his cock was heavy, on the edge of bursting inside of her.

"Filling me up, stretching me out, god, yes."

"Ino, Ino, fuck, I can't —"

Her head was falling forward, her bangs tickling his cheeks, foreheads touching.

Ino's eyes were like gems as she watched him watching her.

"Good, I want to feel you come inside of me."

Naruto had no chance, no hope. He came almost instantly the second Ino murmured that to him in her sultry tone, cock twitching as he made a mess of her cunt with ropes of cum.

When he finished, Ino slumped on top of him, cupping his jaw and kissing him sweetly.

"That, damn what the hell, that was so good. Even better than last time."

Ino beamed at him, a hand pushing some of his sweaty hair back. "I know, we've got insane chemistry, huh?"

Her smile was so pretty it made his heart leap to his throat.

"Now come on, we've really got to get cleaned up before my mom actually comes down here!"