This chapter contains smut! I tried my best to avoid clichés and any cheesy euphemisms. This is my first time writing a sex scene, so I would greatly appreciate critiques/feedback.

Thanks for reading! xoxo


"You lock the door?"

"I have to. The kids love coming in here and messing with my things, especially Himawari. Last time she took my wallet out of the desk and threw it straight out the window."

They quietly crept into his office.

"But… where would we…uh… y'know…"

Naruto quickly glanced around the room, desperate to find a place where he could lay her down. The only spot was his desk, but he was reluctant to use it, as he had just organized all his papers to be filled and filed like Shikamaru had asked him. But, in the heat of the moment, he couldn't care; he laid down his forearm and struck the contents of the top of his desk onto the floor. Naruto turned around to see Sakura smiling devilishly. "Ooh, so cliché," she teased. He swiftly grabbed her by the arm and thrust her onto his desk. The smirk disappeared from her face. Even Sakura was surprised by Naruto's abruptness. He towered over her, keenly grinning from ear to ear. Sakura blushed frantically.

He buried himself directly into her neck, immediately pressing his soft lips to her. Adrenaline coursed through Sakura's body, and her entire being prickled with the white-hot heat of both fear and excitement. In between his kisses, she felt his teeth nibbling meticulously at her skin. Her body shuddered at his quick nips, and she let out a high-pitched moan. "Does that feel good?" Naruto muttered, face still pressed to her neck. Sakura giggled, and nodded her head. He passionately sighed, and slowly glided his tongue down to her collarbone. His path of saliva warmed her, and Sakura cooed with delight; she fiddled with the buttons on Naruto's shirt, holding back the urge to simply rip it off, and helped guide the sleeves off of his arms as it dropped to the floor. Her hands lovingly stroked the outlines of his wiry and well-defined chest, and dawdled around his shoulders. He gradually trailed his kisses from her neck back to her lips. Their lips parted fumblingly with Naruto's overlapping hers. Sakura's eyes were half-lidded, drowsy with desire, and she rested her hands around the nape of his neck.

Her lips were sweet and sticky and wet and warm and Oh God, he thought, oh my God, I love her, I love her lips and her eyes and her hands and her, I love her, I love her, I love her. He loosely held her chin in his grip, grazing his thumb just below her bottom lip. Their tongues hastily intertwined, his tracing ever so slightly over her teeth, their lips smacking together in harmony. He gingerly bit her bottom lip, and her breath was fast and strained. Exhilaration pulsed through her, and writhing with anticipation, goosebumps raced across her skin. Her smooth, supple lips were driving Naruto mad, and he grew hungry for more. He hesitantly pulled away from her, saliva suspended from his bottom lip, as his fingers crept under her dress and cupped her modest breast. He twiddled with the snaps of her dress, becoming increasingly frustrated at how they were proving to be stronger than he thought. Growing more impatient by the second, Naruto cursed under his breath, and looked up to see Sakura snickering. "How… the hell…do you get these…to...come…off?!" he grumbled. "Here," she pined, "Let me help you." Flipping her hair to the side, she leaned slightly off the desk and effortlessly clipped her dress apart. "There you go."

The folds of her dress drifted to either side of her, and Naruto gazed at her bare chest. Still caressing her breast in his hand, he lightly grazed his thumb across her nipple, smiling giddily to himself. Sakura began to feel slightly self-conscious, and turned her head away in embarrassment. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. "Do you want to stop?"

"N-no! It's not that! I just…"

"Just what?"

"Well… I just… my body has never been the same since I had Sarada. I'm covered in stretchmarks, and my breasts aren't as firm. And I know that I'm not like Hinata. She's so much… bigger than me, she's more feminine, she's—"

"Sakura," Naruto whispered delicately, "You are so beautiful, just as you are. You know that, don't you?"

Sakura's face was flush with bashfulness, and a wide grin ran across her face. "I do now," she mewed, guiding his head lower down toward her. He tenderly kneaded both her breasts in his hands, and circled his tongue around her nipple, his tongue gently slipping over the bumps of her areolas. The fragrance of her perfume, hydrangeas and roses, tickled his nose and lingered in his brain. With his hands guiding him toward her hips, Naruto traced his lips down to just above her underwear, feeling a twinge of excitement. Once in a comfortable position, he grabbed her legs and parted them, resting one of them on his shoulder, and vivaciously kissed the inside of her thigh. "Geez Naruto, how long are you going to keep me waiting?" Sakura teased. He let out a quick snicker, "Not much longer." His fingers wrapped themselves around the edges of her underwear and tore the fabric down her legs. Fine pink hairs rubbed against his whiskers, and Sakura's body briefly tensed and relaxed. Slowly, she felt his tongue envelop her soft, plump labia. Her moans filled the room, one after the other, alternating between breathy panting and low-toned groans, gripping at the sides of his desk. It had been so long since she had the physical attention she yearned for, and her mind raced.

I hope Sarada was able to get to sleep just fine. It usually takes her awhile. I wonder if she tried to call me? She already had dinner when I left, and there's food in the fridge, so I'm sure she's not starving or anything. God, I shouldn't be doing this, I should be at home with her. Despite her passion, she found herself unable to relax, and was doing exactly what her daughter had told her not to. She jostled her head, electing to focus on herself for this moment, however brief it may be. Her hands searched for him in the blackness, and she eagerly gripped a fistful of his hair. Blood rushed from his head to his lap, and he felt himself swelling against the zipper of his pants. In between his sultry gasps, Naruto calmly slid two of fingers inside her. He arched his head upward and delicately circled her clit with his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure to make Sakura howl with pleasure. He sneered at Sakura's body contorting, and settled his free hand on her stomach to keep her still. His focus had calmed him, and he casually closed his eyes. For once, all of his attention was focused on just one thing: Sakura. His fingers glided effortlessly, heavily coated with her sticky, luscious nectar. "Naruto," she moaned, "I can't wait any longer."

She angled her head up off the desk, and glanced over herself to see Naruto's eyes peeking from above her and looking at her inquisitively. She thought on all the times she's seen him make that exact face—one brow raised, one furrowed, and his trademark pout—and let out a laugh, "I don't want to waste any more time than I already have." Naruto grinned, and helped ease her leg off his shoulder to rise. She admired him as he stood before her. Faint glimmers of luminescence peered through the blinds, painted across his face and forearms, and lightly illuminated the scars that littered his skin. She stared at his eyes, every swirl of blue like an ocean wave collapsing on another. His smile was reminiscent of the fire in his blood. She had lost herself staring at the man before her.

The sound of his pants collapsing to the floor jolted her back to her senses. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, laying a hand down next to her side. Naruto bent over just a bit, and whispered, "Ready?" She let out a sensual hum of Mhmm, and adjusted to make herself tenderly eased himself inside her, Sakura squeaking with delight, and felt her muscles contracting around his erection. The night had yielded him an immense sense of guilt, and even more confusion, that continued to build inside him; all were lost in this moment of pure pleasure. The same sensation occurred as he conscientiously pulled out, finding himself warmed by her wetness. He was eager to dive back in. His motions were a slow push and pull, and he gazed longingly at Sakura as she melted in front of him: arms layered above her head, eyes like crescent moons, hips rolling along, a most soft and loving expression on her face. Sporadic purrs of satisfaction rumbled from behind her lips.

As he quickened his pace, he leaned lower over her, gazing intensely into her eyes. With every pump, Sakura let the air in her lungs slip through her lips. She felt the blood rushing to her face and pooling in her cheeks, feeling almost feverishly hot. Her angular fingers crept up to his shoulders, nails dragging against his glistening skin, eventually running wildly through his hair. His hips gyrated routinely against his desk, with a loud thud, thud, thud, reverberating through the silent office. His eyelids hung low, baring his teeth, concentrating on pleasing her as well as he could. Tiny beads of sweat raced down the side of his face, lining along his neck. He laid his face to her chest, dragging his kisses over every inch of her in a vain attempt to soak up every ounce of sweetness in her skin. In the crook of her neck he found his relief, gnawing ferociously just below her jaw. His hands began to wander, with one slipping beneath her and cradling her head, and the other slithering between their bodies to massage her swollen clitoris. Sakura's head jerked, yelping from deep in her throat. Her breath spiked, whimpering in bliss, and she gripped to Naruto even tighter. He thrust into her vigorously, muffling his grunts in her skin. Her hums and moans quickly became deeper, coarser, shorter; his hand crept up the side of the desk, and laid his head on her shoulder, breathing deeply into her ear.

Chest to chest, their hearts were beating with the same breakneck momentum. His fingers expertly caressed her clit, unrelenting in his motions. Sakura felt the same fervent pang of heat suffuse throughout her body, followed by another, and another. All at once, a tempestuous thread of euphoria shot through her legs, curling every toe, a fire that bloomed and radiated in her chest and below her belly; she couldn't contain the cry that rose from the back of her throat, as she thrashed, and dissolved, underneath him. Hearing her whimper enticed him. His lips made his way back to hers, helping to subdue her. Their lips lazily stumbled against each other, Sakura's mouth agape to gasp as much air as possible. Naruto felt her breathy sighs, and affectionately stroked her hair. The muscles in his pelvis contracted, and he ached for release. His knuckles went white as he gripped his desk, while Sakura blithely whispered in his ear, "Naruto… Naruto." He winced, and sharply drew in a gust of breath. In one solitary burst of vigor, and a moment of clarity, he was overwhelmed with bliss and contentment. His body shuddered, a line of cold shivers darting up his back. Tired, and feeling rather vulnerable, he finally relaxed, and eased himself on top of Sakura. Through their panting, they attentively turned to each other, and pressed their foreheads together; both were unable to think of any place they would rather be.

They laid together in the shadows, nestled in each other's embrace. Rhythmically rising and falling, their breathing slowly began to return to its normal rate. Streams of light shimmered off of their clammy bodies. Sakura adoringly showered his head with soft, dainty kisses, as she brushed her fingers through his hair.

"Naruto?"

"…Yeah?"

"Thank you. It's been so long since I've had that kind of affection."

They absentmindedly rested in the dark.

"…Sakura?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"…For letting me see you naked."

She playfully smacked him on the head.

"Shut up, you idiot."

Naruto faintly smiled.

"I love you too, Sakura."