The Hokage's office was a crucible of heat and desire, the air thick with the electric hum of unspoken promises.
Kurenai Yuhi stood before Minato Namikaze, her newly earned Jonin status a distant memory under the weight of his gaze.
His blue eyes, sharp as kunai, traced the curves of her body, lingering on the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the red lace of her lingerie that clung to her like a second skin.
Every glance felt like a caress, igniting a fire that curled low in her belly, her skin prickling with anticipation.
Thwack.
The sharp sting of Minato's hand against her ass drew a gasp from her lips, a low, throaty moan slipping out before she could stop it. "Mmhmm…" Her hands gripped the edge of his desk, her body bent forward, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat blooming across her reddened skin.
Thwack.
Another slap, harder this time, sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through her, her knees trembling. "Ah… I'm sorry," she gasped, her voice trembling, thick with need.
Minato's voice was a low growl, dripping with authority. "What are you sorry for?" He delivered another sharp spank, the sound echoing in the quiet office, her ass now a flushed, rosy hue under his touch.
"For… cheating on my boyfriend," she whispered, the words half-hearted, drowned out by the pulsing desire that consumed her.
The proud Jonin was gone, replaced by a woman undone by want, her body aching for the man before her—the strongest in the world, the Yellow Flash, whose very presence demanded surrender.
"Turn around," he commanded, his voice like velvet over steel, sending a shiver down her spine. Kurenai obeyed, straightening and turning to face him, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.
Her crimson eyes met his, and the sight of him—stripped down to his dark briefs, his sculpted body radiating power—sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Her panties were soaked, her thighs pressing together as she bit her lip, the gesture both nervous and provocative.
Minato stepped closer, his hands finding her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh with a possessiveness that made her pulse race.
He pulled her into a kiss, his lips firm and demanding, tasting of authority and sin. His hands slid lower, cupping her ass, kneading the tender skin still stinging from his slaps.
Kurenai melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing flush against his as his tongue invaded her mouth, claiming every inch of her senses.
Her legs moved instinctively, lifting to wrap around his waist, and Minato's strong hands gripped her ass, supporting her effortlessly. The heat of his bulge pressed against her core, separated only by thin layers of fabric, and she couldn't help but grind against him, a soft moan escaping as pleasure sparked through her.
"Ahh…" The friction was maddening, her body rocking against his, each movement sending waves of heat curling through her.
Minato's lips left hers, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the slender column of her neck. His breath was warm, his teeth grazing her skin before he bit down gently, drawing a gasp.
"Umm…" Kurenai's eyes fluttered open, a flicker of protest in her gaze, but it dissolved under the onslaught of pleasure.
"Ahhh…" His bites grew sharper, marking her neck with red blooms, each one a claim, a reminder of who she belonged to in this moment.
Asuma's face flashed in her mind, but it was a faint shadow compared to the inferno of Minato's touch. Was it his skill, his power, or the illicit thrill of betrayal that made her body sing? Perhaps both, and she didn't care.
"Minato…" she whimpered, her voice a plea, her hips grinding harder against him. "Just… fuck me." The words spilled out, raw and desperate, her need too overwhelming to contain.
He chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound that vibrated through her. "Patience, Kurenai," he murmured, but his own desire was evident in the tightening of his grip, the heat in his eyes.
He carried her to the desk, setting her down on its edge, the cool surface a shock against her heated skin.
Her eyes, clouded with lust, followed his movements as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down with deliberate slowness.
Her breath caught at the sight of him—impressive, as befitting the strongest man in the world. Her mouth watered, her body clenching with anticipation.
With a soft click, Minato's fingers deftly unhooked her bra, tossing it aside without breaking eye contact. His hands moved to her panties, and she lifted her hips, helping him slide the damp lace down her thighs, leaving her bare before him.
The air kissed her exposed skin, but it was his gaze that made her feel truly naked, vulnerable, and desired.
He stepped closer, his arousal pressing against her slick core, and Kurenai moaned softly, shifting to draw him in.
"Ah… mmh…" The tip of him teased her entrance, and she arched toward him, desperate for more.
Slowly, he pushed inside, her heat enveloping him, her walls clenching around his length. "Mmh… finally… ahh…" she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure surged through her, her body stretching to accommodate him.
Minato groaned, a low, primal sound, as her warmth gripped him. "So tight," he murmured, his hands bracing on either side of her on the desk. He began to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him.
Kurenai's moans filled the room, a symphony of "ah… ah… mmh…" as her body rocked with his, the rhythm building, the desk creaking beneath them.
He pressed her back, her body arching against the glass window behind the desk, the village sprawling below them. Anyone could look up, see the silhouette of their passion, but the thought only fueled her desire.
"It's so good… ah…" she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips meeting his with every thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding—skin against skin, wet and urgent—mingled with her breathless moans, echoing through the office.
Minato's lips found her neck again, kissing and biting, his hands roaming her body, claiming every curve.
Her head tipped back, her eyes half-lidded, lost in the haze of pleasure as they moved together, the world beyond the office fading into nothingness. There was only him, only this, and the fire consuming them both.
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