Naruto couldn't help but smirk as he walked into the kitchen, leaving his frozen teammate behind, confusion layered over confusion. The situation was too much for her to handle, not that Naruto was surprised by it. For all her outward confidence, Sakura had always been quite conservative when it came to relationships, both romantic and sexual, greatly limited by her infuriation with Sasuke.
But the ending her supposed fairy-tale love got didn't help any. Yes, she finally married the man of her dreams, only for him to desert her for a solitary penance journey the moment she had become pregnant, not even bothering to stick around for the birth of his first children.
And, most importantly for him, he had left her while her body was being tortured by the early stage of pregnancy hormones, which was famous for keeping women in a perpetually horny state, without warping their bodies with the physical impact of it. An ill-thought move from Sasuke's part, leaving his wife alone in such a vulnerable state. Especially after all the shit he had pulled, and all the headaches he created for Naruto, some of which he still tried to clean up. Naruto decided he needed compensation for that.
Luckily, said compensation hadn't been making it exactly difficult, the way she reacted during the dinner, shocked and aroused in equal measures with their over-the-top flirting was evidence enough. Then, during his fun escapade with Hinata in the kitchen, he had purposely created a faulty silencing seal, to make Sakura listen to Hinata's moans while looking like he was trying to prevent it. Her peeking was a small but pleasant surprise. He wasn't expecting her to do that, especially with the way she did, lingering for long minutes, secure in her illusion that she was undetected.
Still, her follow-up act was extreme enough to exceed his expectations. During the last course of the meal, she was far too excited to block Hinata out of the discussion, to create a faux-intimacy between them that barred Hinata away, as if she was trying to steal him for herself. Luckily, Hinata was far too distracted with his fingers exploring her womanhood to notice Sakura's aims, or the night could have ended up rather explosively. He had a feeling that Hinata wouldn't have approached it with understanding.
When Sakura had noticed what was going on under the table, and asked to go to the bathroom, her expression carried a determination he had seldom seen on her face, all leading into rather extreme actions. Realizing the risk it was presented, he had finished Hinata quickly, his fingers assisted by an aggressive application of ith chakra, then created a clone to escort her to her home. He hadn't wanted to risk Hinata's anger, even in her exhausted state.
He turned out to be right. Sakura had used her brief visit to make some radical changes in her clothing, her skirt shortened radically, her underwear noticeably absent, and with a cleavage that provided him with a delicious sight of her breasts. Her clothing didn't even bother to hide her intention. He licked his lips. The night was shaping up to be even more exciting than he had presumed.
He had put the plates on the sink, and was returning to the dining room when he came across Sakura once more, right at the kitchen door, carrying a few pieces of cutlery. "Sorry," she gasped as she turned sideways, and tried to squeeze between the slight opening between the doorway and his body. He twisted his body slightly instead of stepping back, giving her enough space to squeeze through, facing towards the way she was going to pass.
And squeeze through she did, in a way that hardened Naruto's arousal even further. He had left her enough space so that, if she wished, she could have passed without any bodily contact. Instead, she put quite a bit of distance between the plank her body. Of course, such an action wasn't without a consequence, as her body had to rub against his in a very noticeable manner. Though, it turned out it wasn't enough for her, as she pushed her hips when she was in the middle, her asscheeks, shaped to perfection with endless training sessions, landed on both sides of his hardened shaft, her thin dress doing little to limit the sensation with her panties absent. "Ops," Sakura murmured as she continued to move, but didn't bother to loosen the pressure.
"Careful, Sakura-chan" he said, but neither his suggestive whisper, nor his crooked smirk indicated any seriousness. A fact she caught, and was quite satisfied, if her teasing smile was any indicator. But, in her smug satisfaction, she had missed an important detail that Naruto managed to catch. The slit she had added to her skirt wasn't the most stable one, fragile enough to suffer during her last move, climbing up even further, which revealed an even more generous portion of her bottom as it widened.
"Sorry, Naruto-kun," she said. "It was clumsy of me."
He shrugged. "You need to be more attentive, Sakura-chan," he said. His smile widened, dropping all hints of obviousness in favor of a dark suggestiveness. "You never know when something like that causes an accident you can't handle."
For a moment, she looked startled, but she forcibly suppressed in favor of looking more confident. "You don't need to worry, Naruto-kun. I can handle a lot."
"If you say so," he added before returning to the dining room, and picking a few plates, far less than what he could carry, wanting to experience as many gateway encounters as he could manage, curious how much she was going to push as her courage built-up through repetition.
The answer turned out to be quite a bit. It took three repeats to carry all dishes from the living room to kitchen, and 'coincidentally', every time, they had encountered exactly at the door, which ended up as a repeat of the first one, with the important difference of duration. With each pass, her movements slowed, their bodies pressing against each other for a longer period, each leaving her with a thicker sense of victory. And with each repeat, the cut on the side of her body continued to climb up, revealing more of her beautiful buttocks as the opening widened, but she was too distracted by her achievement to pay notice.
Once again, Naruto entered the kitchen, this time carrying the last load of dishes in his hand, and Sakura was in front of the sink, whistling cheerfully as she rinsed the plates. Her hips swayed slightly with the rhythm she mumbled, seemingly unaware of the erotic sight she put out, with half of her bottom on display.
In any case, Naruto decided to take back the control of the situation. Now that her confidence was back, it would be fun to tear it down once again. He walked towards the sink, and dropped the plates he was holding into the sink. But he did it with the same 'carelessness' she displayed while she was passing through the doorway, pressing his body against her.
At first, she smirked in satisfaction as she felt his presence, but her expression slightly darkened after a couple of seconds passed. "Naruto-kun-" she murmured, but her voice was cut suddenly when he put his finger where the slit of her dress started, high enough to reach her ribs, almost a hand-span up where she created once more.
"What, Sakura-chan," he murmured as he leaned forward enough to catch her shocked expression, along with a spectacular view of her breasts, his viewing angle enhancing her cleavage even further. "Is there a problem," he added as he slowly dragged his finger down, tracing a line downward, each second bringing him closer to her womanhood.
"What are you-" she tried to whisper, but a forceful gasp cut her words halfway when he pressed his shaft even harder between her cheeks. "What are you doing?" she repeated.
"I'm doing what you wanted me to do," he answered, his finger continuing its slow but inevitable journey, already breaching to an area that would normally be hidden under her panties.
Her answer came quite rapid. "I didn't want this!" she exclaimed, but she didn't make the slightest effort to pull herself out of his embrace, a more reliable indicator than her words, especially since she was strong enough to not only extract herself, but also bring the house down, with just a flick of her fingers.
"Really," Naruto answered, pulling back enough to disconnect their hips, but his finger still caressing her sensitive skin. He was close enough to see her expression relaxing, but with a dash of disappointment. It seemed that she was both afraid of him pushing forward, and was expecting it. So, it was kind of lucky that he had no intention of leaving her alone. He used his free hand to push her dress to the side, revealing her naked ass for his viewing pleasure, her impromptu slit coming quite useful for the task. He pressed his weight against her bottom once more, this time, only his clothes between their skin.
"Naruto!" she exclaimed, still frozen in her position, stuck between the sink and his body. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm doing what you wanted me to do, Sakura-chan," he answered in a lazy drawl as his hips started to move, forcing his covered shaft between her cheeks.
"I don't want this," she answered, but her moaning tone didn't agree with her message. Nor did her body, already trying to follow the rhythm of his movements.
Naruto couldn't help but snort at her obvious lie. "Really," he said. "So, every time you rubbed your body against mine at the doorway, it was accidental." Sakura nodded softly, her chin trembling. "It was also an accident that you lost your bra and panties in the bathroom." Another nod. "Should I assume the same accident caused the rip on the side of your dress, which accidentally transformed into something that a red-light district worker would wear." This time, even the barest nod wasn't forthcoming. "Or when you were peeking on us in the kitchen like a true pervert?"
The last sentence was enough to break through her panic. "You knew I was there!" she said.
"Of course I did," Naruto said, his hips pushing harder and harder. "You have triggered the proximity seal I had put there."
"Why didn't you tell anything, then?" she asked, failing to mention the way his shaft trying to rip through his clothing to bury itself between her cheeks.
His smirk widened. "Why should I? It was clear that it had been a while since you got any, enough to convert you into a peeping pervert. The least I could do as your teammate to act unaware, hoping that it would be enough to quench your desire." He brought his fingers to her slit, testing her wetness. She gasped in panic, too shocked to say anything as his fingers traced her nether lips. "Unfortunately, you proved that you need more help than that."
"I don't," she managed to murmur, a resigned whisper that wouldn't be believable even if it wasn't for hips, perfectly copying his rhythm. Or her folds, perfectly wet.
He decided to bring his evidence to her sight. He brought his fingers to her sight, glistening brightly under the kitchen lights. "So, your body's reaction is an illusion that I should ignore, right?"
Sakura said nothing, too busy examining his glistening fingers. Naruto decided to use the opportunity to equalize their situation. He pulled his body back for a moment, and pushed his pants down, his underwear following it a second later. His hips were back in their earlier position before she could react, but with a very important difference. This time, there was no fabric to separate their skin, his shaft snuggling comfortably between her cheeks, her heat enveloping it. "Naruto-kun!" she exclaimed once more, but it was the only protest she had made, staying obediently in her place.
"Relax, Sakura-chan," he whispered as he brought his fingers back to her slit, drawing a small circle around her knob. "It's just friendly assistance, nothing more. There is no harm in that, is it?"
"I don't know…" she murmured, which was a proof just how far she had gone, willing to accept such a ridiculous excuse in face-value."
"Think it off as a massage," Naruto said, trying to make her come into a decision. "It's basically medicinal, as it can't be healthy to leave your body in such an obvious case of need." She nodded shakily, acting like a drunk despite not having even a drop of alcohol during dinner.
"I see," she trembled, but let her body relax. Her passive acceptance was enough for him. He brought his free hand to her chest, slowly unlocking a few more buttons, loosening already weak hold of her dress over her spectacular breasts. Soon, they were completely in the open, treating him with a view of her erect nipples. He didn't lose much time before bringing his hand there. He brought a bit of chakra to his index finger, enough to leave a visible line of energy over her skin, and started to draw the distinctive shape of Uzumaki spiral over her breast, carefully moving from the edge to center, using her nipple as the endpoint.
Her mouth opened to say something after realizing the significance of the shape he was drawing, but he didn't let her speak. He flexed his chakra, which caused the spiral he had drawn on her breast to trigger, assaulting her with a fresh wave of pleasure. Only cries of pleasure left her mouth, leaving Naruto free to draw a copy of the first one on her other breasts. They would fade from the view in a few hours, of course, but their effects would continue, allowing him to trigger the same wave of pleasure whenever he wished.
He decided to use his other hand to a better effect than idly circling her knob. He brought his index finger to her entrance, and pushed inside her without a warning. Her wetness allowed his finger to slide inside effortlessly, which earned another cry off her. "Not your fingers!" Sakura exclaimed. It was clear that penetration had passed the limits of what she had deemed allowable.
Naruto would have followed the spirit of her request, if he was even slightly as nice as he portrayed himself to be. But, unfortunately for Sakura, he was a total bastard, so he decided just to follow the letter of her request, while violating the meaning of it, and her body along with it. He pulled his fingers, and she opened her mouth to say something, likely to thank him.
He would never know what she was about to say, because he chose that exact moment to slam the entirety of his erect shaft into her opening, her wet tunnels straining to accommodate his sizable girth. Instead of words, a desperate cry left her mouth, a mixture of mind-breaking pleasure and emotional anguish. He ignored her implied distress, and rapidly impaled her again and again.
"Naruto-" she tried to speak a few seconds later, her voice strained with what Naruto recognized as overwhelming pleasure, more than enough to bury her emotional anguish, only the last embers of resistance still alive. But even the flickers was too much for Naruto, and he had a perfect way of killing them. He activated the spiral seals he had put on her breasts once more, triggering the sensitive pleasure-points around her nipples, which proved enough to finally push her through the barrier, her boundless cries replacing her words.
Naruto continued pumping into her, the way her body trembled helplessly under the pleasure making it even more enjoyable, though the way her insides were squeezing rhythmically made it even better. He didn't want to give her enough time to gather her wits, which might make her decide to stop.
"Do you like it, Sakura," he said instead even as he continued to pump into her. He wondered whether he could use the opportunity to confirm where she had learned about his activities in the first place. "Do you like it when I dominate it, like you wanted it since you have watched me dominating your precious teacher."
There was no sign of surprise on her face, which meant his guess about where he had been caught had been accurate. It made sense, he had thought even as he violated her body even further. As her apprentice, Sakura could easily walk through the security seals. And luck dictated that she came across the scene of Naruto taking the highest authority of their village from behind, in her seat of power.
"No, I don't want it," she managed to say, but quite a bit later.
"Don't lie to me, Sakura-chan," Naruto said, highlighting the sentence with a stiff spank to her bottom, which caused her to tighten even more. "You're just like Tsunade, acting tough and gruff, but inside, begging to be treated like a toy."
"No, it's not true," she said, but fell silent after another spank found her bottom.
"Really," Naruto said mockingly. "Why don't we put that to a test, then," he said, and before she could say anything, he pulled her hair, hard enough to extract a pained cry, which cut short when he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue invading her mouth.
The kiss lingered for almost a minute, allowing him to explore every nook and cranny of her mouth. She tried to use her mouth to resist, but it turned out to be ineffectual with the minuscule amount of power she was able to put behind her movements. It was a caricature of resistance, but with no will behind, depleted by the pleasure that invaded her body.
Naruto could feel his climax closing in as well. For a moment, he pulled out, only to force her to turn before sliding a blink later. His arms wrapped around her body, raising her off-the-ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist, making the position even easier to manage. He started walking, pushing his shaft into her to the hilt with each step.
Sakura was far too gone to check the direction he was walking, and was probably assuming that they were going to the bedroom. Unfortunately, once again, that would have required Naruto to be nicer than he actually was. He wasn't finished with the ploys he was going to make Sakura suffer. He walked towards the entrance of the house.
They were at the main door when he was about to climax. He didn't bother to pull out, as since she was pregnant, it was safe to fill her in. He started spraying, and it triggered another orgasm in her, causing her legs around his waist to loosen. Her mind filled with the haze of climax, she failed to react when he opened the door and took a step outside. Though, she blinked confusedly when he made her step on the ground, her naked feet pressing on the cold, coarse stone.
"It was fun, Sakura-chan," he said with a completely normal tone, like they had been playing a board game rather than having hot, steamy, mindblowing sex. "But I have a special mission tomorrow that I need to wake up very early, so I need to catch some sleep. See you around, and don't pull from knocking whenever you have an itch to scratch."
And with that, he slammed the door, leaving the shocked kunoichi outside trying to process what had just happened, her mouth wide open with shock, her dress ruined, and a copious amount of pearly liquid oozing on her inner thigh…