Two Hearts of Konoha

Based on the Anime series Naruto, created by Masashi Kishimoto. I did not create the characters. Just the smut. This is also my first Naruto fanfic. Enjoy

PART I

It was not fair. At least, not to her. There she stood in front of another girl. Both were in the best shape in their life. Both were very strong. Both were equally intelligent. Both were naked. Both were wet from the shower. Both, were Sakura. The only difference is she didn't know what to see and how to feel about the reflection that stood before her, staring at her equally as hard. Like any other girl, Sakura was worried. She had beauty, brains, brawns, just no social life. Her thoughts raced through her mind, but were quickly drowned by the image before her. Not only she stared deep into her own emerald eyes, Sakura's eyes wandered around her body…And her hands.

Sakura wasn't stupid to think she didn't have a body. She had a super sexy hot body. Her eyes saw that, she just had to feel it. Sakura watched her left fingers first examined her neck. Unconsciously, Sakura slowly tilted her head back to allow more of her hand to access more of that part. She immediately closed her eyes as a flood of euphoria rushed into her senses.

God that felt good.

The delicate fingers on her right hand knew what to do. After hours and hours of tending to patients in the hospital, sparring with fellow friends, or just beating the crap out of Naruto, Sakura's hands were strong enough to tend to the stiff muscles, yet gentle enough to make the back of hair stick up. Her newly painted nails slowly began to dig into her neck. Her breathing pattern quickened. Her body temperature raised. Her libido heightened. Sakura caught herself mewing for more of her hand.

No wonder lots of my male patients can't stand after I massage them…

Amused by the power of her touch, she continued to stroke her delicate neck. Sakura then found her right hand joining the left—exploring her neck, messaging its way to the curvature of her left breast.

Now Sakura's breasts were not as developed as Hinata's, or as flat as the walls of Kanoha. They were more on the smaller side, but that didn't mean they got less love. Sakura definitely knew not to neglect them. She teased herself. Using the tips of the fingertips, she drew feather-light circles. It tickled a little, but it felt good mostly. Almost too good. Sakura's pink peaks started to harden as she continued to arouse herself. With the combination of the increasing body heat, the cold dewiness from the shower, and the touch of her left hand, it was not long for her to moan.

Sakura was still wet from her shower. But she was even wetter than ever.

Not now…Not yet.

Sakura did not want to end. It was then she realized that her eyes were closed. The young adventurous kunoichi baffled, she then made it a point to look at her image. To be honest, her room was dark, only the bathroom was the only source of light which was too her right. It was enough for Sakura to see what was she was doing to her body. She gazed at herself, watching as her right hand began to sink from her neck, to her shoulder, cupping her right bosom. Both hands started to play with her already hardened nipples. Oh so delicately, she used her thumbs and index fingers to pinch her peaks. Sakura couldn't help it but close her eyes again, only this time, she imagined that her reflection was not the only one watching her. The left hand of the young 22 year old woman remained playing with her tits, as her right drifted lower. Past her sculpted abdomen, towards her hip, her fingers drew closer to her opening. It was not long when she found her slick self, though she was trying her best to slow herself. Sakura eyes were still closed.

Still imagining…

Sakura lifted her hood only to coax what was behind it. She flinched as she began to buckle her hips. With her eyes shut, Sakura petted her clit, and on occasion, tapped it slightly. No matter how many times she has done this, she couldn't get enough of it. She began to pant, and standing became harder…But Sakura loved her own show, even though she did not watch it.

As her left hand took turns enticing her left boob and her neck, her right hand resumed to pleasure her core that became increasingly hot and moist. Sakura pleasuring herself became almost unbearable. The more she touched herself, the harder it was to stop. Sooner or later, the kunoichi was lost in her pleasure…so lost that she didn't even notice a second pair of hands were helping her on her mission.

A hard, fully clothed, masculine body stood behind her body, molding into her curvature. His strong, matching arms wrapped her body as his left hand joined her left at her bosom an his right hand on top Sakura's right. At first, Sakura felt that the mystery hand was first following her move.

What's going on?

It was as if he was figuring out how Sakura wanted it, how she wanted to be pleased. After a couple of strokes to her core, these masculine fingers, which were wet from Sakura, began to move on its own. They stopped working with her hand and shifted towards her opening. Sakura buckled a second time. This time, she couldn't take her balance anymore and her body began to fall, only to be caught by the stranger from behind.

She didn't care.

Now relying on whoever is behind her, Sakura could only stand and keep her eyes closed. The guy took his left hand and clamped her right nipple, as his right index finger and middle finger started their way into the young pink haired woman. Sakura gasp only to realize that stranger stopped after the first knuckle. Her juice began to run down his fingers. The pleasure has been done.

"Don't stop!" Sakura felt she was drugged. Addicted to the feeling, she asked for more.

The mysterious man obeyed and inserted the same fingers till the second knuckle. By this time, Sakura's arms were not even functioning. She was limp. She was putty in his arms. The guest slowly pumped his fingers, making sure Sakura felt every motion going in and out. He watched her, analyzed her breathing patterns, making sure that she was being satisfied.

The shadow continued to drive his fingers in and out of Sakura. He then rotated his wrists in addition to the movement and watched the kunoichi's reaction. Her core convulsed around his digits. She licked her lips realizing that her mouth was dry from the increased panting. The young woman was now holding onto the man's neck for support. Her eyes remained shut. Unlike Sakura, the unknown man watched every action, and smirked at his reflection in the mirror.

Thinking that it wouldn't get any better, the shadowy figure took her right ear into his mouth. Sakura moaned audibly for more as he complied with his mouth, his left hand, and especially with his right two fingers. His tongue lapping her lobe. His teeth, gently teasing her neck on rotation. His breath tickling and seemingly giving her an orgasm on its own, Sakura was lost at words, or even at breathe. Still her green orbs were no where to be found. All she felt was her center throbbing, pulsing, soaking, wanting more….

"Sakura…Don't you want to watch?" a deep, demanding voice stated in her ear. His hands continued to move.

Her eyes instantly opened as she recognized that voice. There was no way it was him. As her chartreuse eyes began to focus, Sakura studied the man behind her. It was dark, the mystery guy was wearing dark clothes and the bathroom light to the right was not enough to help her identify him, whoever the hell he was. Sakura instinctively turned her head and only to realize it was him…

"….Kakashi…."

Before Kakashi could insert a third finger, before Sakura could say anything, a white light suddenly enveloped her senses…

The 7:00 morning buzz startled the pink kuniochi up. Her green eyes usually needed time to get used to the morning light. But this time, Sakura woke up bug-eyed. She also woke up in a searing sweat and she was wet down there. Her pulse was fast. She then wiped the beads of sweat off oh her forehead, and her left cheek with her forearm. Gross!

Sakura then sat up in a stupor, trying to recollect what she just experienced throughout the night.

"Just a dream," she talked to herself. "…Dammit…"

To be continued…

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