Ino pushed open the door to the women’s washroom and locked it behind her the moment she was inside. The mirror above the sinks reflected a face she barely recognized—flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips, eyes that looked too bright. She turned on the cold water and washed her hands longer than necessary, trying to calm the heat still pulsing between her legs.
"What is happening to me..." she whispered to her reflection.
She hesitated, then slipped one hand under her skirt and pressed two fingers against her panties. When she pulled them away, a clear string of wetness stretched between her fingertips. It had never happened like this before. Not this sudden. Not this strong. And it had started the moment she saw Naruto tonight—no, earlier, at the flower shop, when he caught her and held her. Something about him had changed. The loud, orange-wearing idiot was gone. In his place was someone quieter, sharper, dressed in black and white that made his blue eyes and blond hair look almost dangerous. Mature. Hot in a way she had never allowed herself to notice before.
Do I like Naruto?
The thought scared her. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift for a second—his hand under the table, the way his fingers had pushed inside her while everyone else kept talking, the low voice telling her to stay quiet...
The door to the washroom opened.
Her eyes flew open. Naruto stepped inside and locked the door behind him with a soft click.
"What are you doing here?!" she hissed, panic rising.
He didn’t answer with words. He crossed the small space in two strides, crowded her back against the mirror, and lifted her by the waist onto the edge of the counter. One hand clamped firmly over her mouth. The other slid straight under her skirt, pushed her panties aside, and drove two fingers deep into her already soaked pussy.
"Mmmph—!"
She tried to speak against his palm, but only muffled sounds came out. He curled his fingers and started thrusting them in a steady, wet rhythm. The slick *schlick-schlick* of his fingers moving inside her filled the quiet bathroom.
"Nngh... ahh... mmph—"
He kept the hand over her mouth and fucked her with his fingers harder, rubbing her clit with his thumb on every stroke. Her hips jerked. Tears of unwilling pleasure gathered at the corners of her eyes. After a full minute of relentless fingering he finally pulled his hand away from her mouth, but only long enough to yank the top of her outfit down, freeing both breasts. The cool air hit her nipples and made them tighten instantly.
"What are you doing..." she managed, voice already broken.
He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers never stopped moving between her legs. She arched against the mirror, one hand flying up to tangle in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles turned white.
"Ahhh... Naruto... wait... ahhh... not so hard..."
He switched to the other breast, biting gently, then sucking again, leaving the first nipple wet and red. His fingers kept working her open, three now, stretching her while his thumb circled her clit in tight, relentless motions. The wet sounds grew louder. Her moans turned higher, less controlled.
When he finally lifted his head from her chest he kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was deep, hungry, the kind of kiss that stole breath. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue pushed past her lips. They stayed locked together for a long time—tongues sliding, teeth clicking once, her free hand still pulling at his hair while he fingered her through the entire kiss. When he finally broke away a thin string of saliva connected their mouths for a second before it snapped.
He dropped to his knees.
In one smooth motion he shoved her skirt up to her waist, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pulled her to the edge of the counter so her dripping pussy was right in front of his face. He looked up at her once—blue eyes dark with intent—then buried his tongue inside her.
"Ahhh—!"
The first long, slow lick from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit made her whole body jolt. He did it again, slower, savoring the taste, then started fucking her with his tongue in deep, rhythmic thrusts. Wet, filthy sounds filled the bathroom—his tongue plunging in and out, his lips sealing around her clit and sucking hard, the occasional soft groan he made against her when she clenched around him.
"Naruto... ahhh... your tongue... nnngh... deeper... ahhh!"
He gave her deeper. He spread her open with both thumbs and pushed his tongue as far as it would go, then pulled back to focus on her clit, flicking it rapidly before sucking it between his lips again. Her thighs trembled on his shoulders. One of her hands slammed against the mirror behind her for support. The other stayed buried in his hair, holding him against her as if she was afraid he might stop.
He didn’t stop.
He ate her like he had all night and nowhere else to be—long, filthy strokes of his tongue, wet kisses against her entrance, the occasional soft bite to her inner thigh that made her gasp, then back to her clit with relentless pressure. Every time she got close he slowed just enough to keep her on the edge, then drove her higher again. Her moans turned into broken, continuous sounds.
"Ahhh... ahhh... Naruto... I’m going to... I can’t... ahhh... fuck... Naruto... ahhh!"
He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard while two fingers thrust back inside her and curled against the spot that made her see white. She came with a sharp, high cry, thighs clamping around his head, pussy pulsing hard around his fingers and tongue. He kept licking her through it, slower now, drinking every drop she gave him until her body finally went limp against the mirror.
Only then did he pull back, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and stand. His face was still wet with her. He looked her straight in the eyes, breathing a little hard himself.
"Do you want to go more?"
Ino’s eyes were glassy, her chest still rising and falling fast. After a long second she gave a small, shaky nod.
He unzipped his pants, freed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her cum. He was just about to push inside when a sharp knock sounded on the bathroom door.
"Hey, is anyone in there... Ino?"
Sakura’s voice.
I cursed internally. That bitch. I really hate her.
Ino’s eyes went wide with panic. She shoved at my chest and whispered urgently, "Hide. Inside that stall. Quick."
I slipped into the nearest toilet stall and locked it just as Ino fixed her clothes with shaking hands and opened the main door. I stayed silent, listening.
Sakura’s voice came clearly. "What were you doing in here so long?"
Ino hesitated only a second. "Nothing... you know... girls’ problem."
There was a short pause, then Sakura said, "Oh. Okay. Come on, let’s go back. The others are waiting."
Their footsteps faded. The outer door closed.
I stayed in the stall a few more seconds, cock still hard, the taste of Ino still on my tongue.
Give me power!!!