A/N: Quick drabble to shake off the cobwebs before I get back to work.

Chapter Nex: Right Now

"So. Are you going to fuck me or not?"

It was the second time she had asked the question, and it was the second time Naruto abruptly began choking on nothing except his own anxiety.

"S-Sakura-chan, what're you… I d-don't—" he tried to sputter, lifting both hands in an attempt at distancing himself, but the brazen pink-haired kunoichi only took one of his quivering hands and pressed it palm-first onto her right breast.

The softness there, that his fingers sank into, was damn near paralyzing, and he felt a certain part of himself react almost instantly, throbbing to life with a vigor usually reserved for the moments where he sat in his bed under the covers.

"Feels good, right?" she asked him softly, leaning toward the scarlet-faced genin. "Isn't this what you've been dreaming about, Naruto?"

Oh, God, yes, it was everything and then some, but Naruto's lips were malfunctioning, he couldn't get anything out beyond sporadic squeaks and sputters.

He zeroed in on the fact that something under his thumb was hardening, the tiny little sensitive nub that he knew had to be her nipple, aroused to action by his touch.

"You can have way more, if you want," Sakura whispered, bringing her face close to his, so close that their lips almost connected. "You can have it all, Naruto. All of me, every inch, in any way you desire."

If this was a dream then by the grace of all that was holy and right, Naruto fervently prayed that he died in it so he would never have to wake up. Her every exhale against him was heated, that look in her glistening green eyes so full of lust that it set fire to his heart. Was this real? Could it be real? Her breast certainly felt real, so warm and soft and full… but… but if it was, why now? Why so suddenly?

There were more questions lined up around the corner of his mind, more than he could focus on, but they all faded when Sakura closed the gap between them, using that slick, pink tongue of hers to playfully flick Naruto over the lips.

A drop of something sticky escaped into his boxers and Naruto groaned aloud, a powerful shudder shaking him by the spine.

"How do I taste?"

Her sensual words were like a haze, blurring the line between reality and what his mind was adamantly telling him was a dream. The sensation of her tongue against him, sliding over his lips, deliberating marking him with her saliva—a forceful throb seized Naruto by the groin and he nearly doubled over, only managing to keep upright thanks to the hand Sakura had pressed meaningfully to her chest.

"S-Sakura-chan," he strained out, and his grip over her subconsciously increased on pure instinct, to the point where she winced, a fair amount of blush seeping into her cheeks, "I'm… I j-just don't understannnnnmpgh…."

When Sakura took advantage of his open mouth to slide her tongue between his lips, Naruto languidly figured that understanding didn't have a place here. Not now. Her tongue was the best thing he had ever tasted, and quite skilled with the way it quickly located his and started an entanglement he had no hopes of winning. Her saliva drove him wild, the way she coated his tongue in it, and he actively began suckling on her intrusive pink muscle, putting up a valid effort at defiance. He couldn't tell who was moaning louder, her or him—probably him—and he didn't really care, devoting all his energy into savoring the zest of this pink-haired kunoichi's mouth, messily sucking and slurping like her nectar could cure all that ailed him.

He didn't realize he had been pushed up against the wall until Sakura withdrew, leaving a thin, glistening bridge of spittle connecting their mouths. The look in her eyes was heated, the depths of her arousal was evident in the way she panted, the way her chest heaved, by how she leered at Naruto with eyes that were half-lidded in the most sexiest display of passion the blonde genin had ever seen.

The tent pitching itself in Naruto's pants was so rigid it was borderline painful. He could hear himself gasping for air, gasping for more without really knowing how to get across that he wanted more. More of her tongue, more of her.

"You want me," she supplied huskily, and Naruto twitched upon feeling her knee between his legs. She arched herself forward, placing a firm hand on the wall next to his head. "You want me so bad, and yet… you wouldn't know the first thing to do once you got me. Isn't that right?"

Honestly, a lot of what she said had been right—all of it, really—so Naruto was saved the effort of trying to put his wants into words and instead nodded. Everyone around Konoha knew about Naruto's infatuation with Sakura. Everyone. From Hokage to civilian, old to young and back again; this wasn't a secret by any metric considering the manic blonde practically took to shouting as such from the Hokage monument every third Tuesday until some agitated passerby spotted him upside the head with a rock.

And then he felt a hand clasp around his throat.

And then he felt her tilting his head back, slowly, deliberately adding enough pressure so that he had no choice but to follow along.

And then something warm and wet was tracing circles around along his collarbone and an entirely new chasm of pleasure unlocked itself within the blonde. His eyes sprang open, a short gasp left his lips—she was licking and kissing all along his neck, what her delicate hand couldn't cover, adding a nibble here, a hard suckle there, just exploring him at her leisure.

The hand at his throat moved to his chin, clenched with an unmissable amount of longing, then dragged his head back down.

"You want me," she repeated, sliding the hand down his chin, down the curve of his neck, over his heaving chest, across his stomach, and finally resting gently over the bulge in his pants. It jumped almost yearningly at her touch and she scoffed appreciatively. "Oh yes, you want me bad," she surmised, almost purred out.

Of course he did, that much went without saying. Besides being Hokage, there was nothing Naruto wanted nothing more. No other soul perforated his mind like Sakura Haruno did, flitting in and out of his daydreams in the most sordid of ways. He would salivate at the idea of one day making her own, of pulling her off to the side and professing his infatuation in such a way that she would have no choice but to see his sincerity.

"Do you… want me to teach you?" Sakura angled her head to the side, allowing a few strands of that bubblegum-pink hair to sway in front of her face. "I could take your hand and…"—it was a playful pause, almost teasing, and she took one of Naruto's profusely sweaty hands, placing it between her legs—"show you just how I like to be touched?"

How exactly did lungs work again? The question idly crossed Naruto's mind as the moment his fingers made contact with her inner thighs, he forgot all about breathing, his chest coming to an abrupt halt. This girl here, all of her… every last inch… was excruciatingly soft. He almost groaned at the sensation and his fingers began working on their own, groping and kneading and squeezing—

"Nnf…." It was just the smallest of kittenish noises, barely a glance over the ears, but hearing it come from Sakura, watching her face scrunch up with pleasure when he accidentally pressed a sensitive spot, Naruto's groin gave an unholy throb. "I could tell you, if you want? How to get me soaking wet, Naruto-kun. I could show you where to touch, what to caress, where to lick," and she flicked her tongue, catching his top lip again. "I could teach you everything about my body…."

That little tongue flip caused Naruto's eyes to roll for only a second, a second that turned into a moment when his pointing finger brushed against something between her legs, something warm and wet.

"Feel how my pussy drools for you, Naruto-kun?"

Her breath was at his neck, humid and tickling.

"It's so juicy… like a ripe fruit…."

Those pink lips kissed his Adam's apple.

"Instead of your fingers… what if it was your tongue?"

She was puppeteering his fingers now, moving them in a lewd fashion, forcefully sliding them back and forth over those sodden panties between her thighs.

"Huh? What if you were tongue-fucking me—right now—just shoving that talented tongue of yours in as far as it could go, telling me how delicious my pussy was?"

His mind was dying under the onslaught of her words, the way they swirled about his mindscape painting the most saliva-inducing picture, causing him to feel hungry for the flower his fingers were stroking.

"S-Sakura-chan," he hissed suddenly, startled when she dragged her tongue up the length of his neck to his ear.

"I'll tell you what I want," she whispered, the haze of her words sending a pre-warning tremor through Naruto's lower region. "I want to devour your dick with my soaking wet pussy."

When the tent in Naruto's pants gave an almighty heave, today would be forever etched into his memory as the first time he came without being touched. That bunched up face he made suggested his inner tenant was trying its hardest to break free as he felt jet after jet of his essence fly free, spattering the inside of his boxers.

At first, the way Naruto violently twitched in place left Sakura confused, but then she spied the growing wet spot on the front of his pants and her face lifted with an amalgam of surprise and well-earned triumph. She giggled as he started to slide down to the floor in a limp heap, his eyes vacant, hand still clenched between her thighs.

"Well, um… shoot." Looking somewhat apologetic, Sakura scratched behind her head, squeezing and relaxing her thighs around his fingers. "When you wake up, uh, I guess we can… continue? You'd like that, right? I know I would...And I guess I have some explaining to do and… Naruto-kun? Heeeey, Naruto-kun? You didn't really pass out, right? Right?"

THE END