According to the feedback I'm receiving, Narusaku is still the most popular ship of this story, therefore another Narusaku is due.
The autumn breeze rustled through Konoha as Naruto sat at his Hokage desk, buried in paperwork. A messenger knocked at his door, carrying a note from the hospital. He recognized Sakura's elegant handwriting immediately:
"Lord Seventh, your presence is required at Konoha Hospital for your annual check-up. No excuses this time. - Dr. Uzumaki"
Naruto sighed, adjusting his white cape. At thirty-five, he was in his prime, and with Kurama's healing factor, these check-ups seemed pointless. Still, he knew better than to defy his wife when she used that tone.
The hospital staff bowed as he walked through the corridors to Sakura's office. She stood waiting, her pink hair now styled in a sophisticated bob, wearing her white doctor's coat over a form-fitting dress that still made his heart race after all these years.
"You're late," Sakura said, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked with a decisive snap.
"Come on, Sakura-chan, you know I don't need these check-ups. Kurama takes care of everything," Naruto protested, but his wife's emerald eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Strip to your underwear and lie on the examination table," she ordered, her tone professional but with an undertone that made him shiver. "Or do I need to remind the mighty Hokage who's in charge in this office?" Naruto complied, his tanned skin contrasting with the white paper covering the table. Sakura approached, her chakra-infused hands hovering over his chest.
"Your heart rate is elevated," she noted with a smirk, her fingers trailing down his abs. "And your muscle tension is... concerning."
"Maybe because my doctor is too damn beautiful," Naruto replied, his voice growing husky. He reached for her hand, but she swatted it away.
"I'm not finished with my examination, Lord Seventh," Sakura whispered, leaning closer. Her breath tickled his ear. "And I need to be very... thorough."
Her hands moved lower, and Naruto's breath hitched. "Sakura-chan..."
"Stay still, Lord Seventh," Sakura commanded professionally, snapping on latex gloves. "This is a medical examination, not a date." Naruto groaned in frustration as her clinical touch moved methodically down his torso. She pulled out a stethoscope, deliberately avoiding his suggestive gaze.
"Deep breaths," she instructed, pressing the cold metal to his chest. "In... out... again."
"You know," Naruto tried, flashing his most charming grin, "there are other ways to get my heart rate up..."
"Mhmm," Sakura hummed non-committally, making notes on her clipboard. "Any changes in sleep patterns?"
"Well, I've been having these dreams about a certain pink-haired doctor..."
"Nightmares can be a sign of stress," she replied blandly, checking his blood pressure. "140 over 90 - slightly elevated. Perhaps we should discuss reducing your ramen intake."
"Sakura-chaaaan," he whined, reaching for her waist, but she stepped smoothly out of reach.
"Reflexes next," she announced, producing a small rubber hammer. She tapped his knee, noting the response with clinical detachment.
"The great Lord Seventh seems perfectly healthy," she declared after thirty more minutes of thoroughly professional examination. "Though your cholesterol is a bit high. I'm prescribing a stricter diet - less Ichiraku, more vegetables."
"That's it?" Naruto asked incredulously as she handed him his clothes. "Just... a regular check-up?"
Sakura's stern expression softened slightly as she planted a quick kiss on his whiskered cheek. "Almost done. Just need your height and weight measurements. Stand against that wall, please." Naruto shuffled to the measuring wall, still in just his orange boxers, his muscled frame radiating warmth in the cool office. Sakura approached with her clipboard, and the subtle scent of her cherry blossom perfume filled his senses.
"Stand straight," she instructed, moving incredibly close to adjust his posture. Her delicate fingers pressed against his bare shoulders, sending electricity through his skin. "Head back against the wall."
"You're doing this on purpose," Naruto growled softly as her body brushed against his while she reached up to lower the measuring bar.
"Doing what?" Sakura asked innocently, though her breath deliberately tickled his neck. "I'm being perfectly professional, Lord Seventh."
Her fingers trailed down his spine, ostensibly straightening his posture. "Stop slouching."
"Sakura-chan..." His voice was getting husky again. She pressed closer, adjusting the measuring bar with unnecessary precision.
"181 centimetres," she announced, her lips nearly touching his ear. "You've gained half a centimetre since last year."
"I've gained something else too," Naruto muttered, causing Sakura to swat his shoulder playfully with her clipboard.
"Now for your weight," she declared, stepping back and gesturing to the scale. "And keep those wandering hands to yourself, Lord Seventh. This is a medical facility."
"You're evil," Naruto complained, following her to the scale. "Using your medical authority to torture your own husband."
"I'm simply being thorough," Sakura replied primly, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Now step up." She knelt to adjust the scale weights, her face level with his thighs. Naruto sucked in a sharp breath as her fingertips "accidentally" grazed his calf while steadying him.
"Stay still," she admonished, taking far longer than necessary to get an accurate reading. "We wouldn't want any... incorrect measurements."
"Sakura..." Naruto's voice had dropped an octave, his patience wearing dangerously thin.
"Almost done," she purred, standing up slowly. "Just need to check one more thing..."
Sakura glanced at her watch casually, making a note on her clipboard. "Oh yes, there's the fertility assessment. Standard procedure for shinobi your age, especially given your... unique chakra situation." She snapped on fresh latex gloves.
Naruto's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"
"Well," Sakura explained in her most clinical voice, though her eyes danced with mischief, "considering the possibility of a third child, we should ensure everything's functioning properly. The combination of Kurama's chakra and your Uzumaki vitality is quite... interesting from a medical perspective." Without warning, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his orange boxers and pulled them down in one swift motion.
"Sakura-chan!" Naruto yelped, his face turning as red as a tomato.
"Oh please, I'm your doctor," she said matter-of-factly, though her professional demeanour was betrayed by the slight flush on her cheeks. "And your wife. Now stop being such a baby."
Her chakra-infused hands moved with practised precision. "Hmm... response to stimulus seems normal..." she murmured, making clinical observations that drove Naruto absolutely crazy.
"This is definitely not standard procedure," he gasped, gripping the examination table.
"Actually, it is," Sakura replied with a wicked grin. "Though I may be taking some... creative liberties with the methodology." Peeling off the latex gloves with deliberate slowness, Sakura's emerald eyes locked with his azure ones. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his impressive girth, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the Hokage.
"S-Sakura-chan..." Naruto's voice was thick with desire as she began moving her hand with expert precision, years of medical training and intimate knowledge of her husband's body allowing her to find exactly the right rhythm.
"Shhh," she whispered, her other hand trailing up his muscled chest. "This is still a medical examination, Lord Seventh. I need to assess your... responsiveness."
Naruto's head fell back, his fingers gripping the examination table so hard the paper crinkled. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?"
"That's Doctor Uzumaki to you right now," she corrected, increasing her pace slightly. Her skilled touch had him throbbing in her palm, his impressive size still managing to make her blush even after all these years.
"The mighty Hokage, reduced to putty in my hands," she teased, her thumb circling his sensitive tip. "What would the village elders say?"
"To hell with the elders," Naruto growled, his hips involuntarily bucking into her touch. "You can't just- ahh..."
"Can't what?" Sakura asked innocently, her free hand tangling in his blonde hair. "Perform a thorough medical examination? I'm just being diligent." She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss that still made his toes curl even after all these years. Her tongue danced with his as her skilled hands continued their intimate exploration. His impressive nine-inch length throbbed in her grasp, the thick shaft pulsing with each beat of his racing heart. Her thumb traced the prominent veins along his considerable girth while her other hand cupped and massaged his heavy sack with expert precision.
"Mmm..." she hummed against his lips, breaking the kiss to whisper, "The benefits of having a medical ninja for a wife..." Naruto could barely form coherent thoughts as she worked him with masterful skill. His considerable endowment, enhanced by his Uzumaki vitality and Kurama's chakra, responded eagerly to her every touch. The prominent head leaked precum as she varied her strokes from teasing to firm.
"God, Sakura-chan..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"That's quite a response," she purred, her medical assessment forgotten as raw desire took over. "I think we need to conduct some more... intensive tests."
Sakura's emerald eyes darkened with lust as she gazed at her husband's magnificent manhood. She planted soft, loving kisses along his impressive length, starting from the base and working her way up. Her lips traced every throbbing vein, showing appreciation for the man who had given her so much happiness over the years.
"You've been such a good, patient husband," she murmured between kisses, her hot breath making him twitch. "Always taking care of the village, our children... me..."
Her tongue swirled around his sensitive tip as her hands continued their skilled movements. "Remember our first time?" she teased. "You were so nervous... and now look at you, Lord Seventh."
Naruto's fingers tangled in her pink hair. "Sakura-chan... you're still as beautiful as ever..."
"Flattery will get you everywhere," she purred, before taking him fully into her warm mouth. Her medical knowledge of anatomy made her expertise absolutely maddening.
"The hospital staff better not need you for the next hour," Naruto growled, his voice thick with desire.
Sakura pulled back with a pop, grinning wickedly. "I cleared my schedule. Now, let's conduct a thorough examination of your stamina..." With that, she dove back down with passionate enthusiasm, taking his impressive length into her eager mouth. Her skilled tongue swirled around his sensitive head before she began bobbing with practised expertise. Years of marriage had taught her exactly how to drive him wild, and she put all that knowledge to use now.
"Holy... Sakura-chan..." Naruto gasped, watching his beautiful wife work him with such loving devotion. Her emerald eyes sparkled up at him, filled with both mischief and deep affection. She hummed contentedly around him, the vibrations making his toes curl. Her hands weren't idle either, one massaging his heavy sack while the other worked what couldn't fit in her mouth. She varied her pace from tortuously slow to enthusiastically fast, clearly enjoying his reactions.
"You're still so... eager," he panted, amazed by her enthusiasm. She pulled back just long enough to flash him a wicked grin.
"Mmmm... best part of being a medical ninja," she purred, "is knowing exactly how to make the mighty Hokage squirm." She returned to her task with renewed vigor, her head bobbing rhythmically as she took him deeper. Her pink hair swayed with her movements as she worshipped him with her mouth. The familiar throb against her skilled tongue made her moan with satisfaction - she knew every sign of her husband's pleasure after all these years. His impressive girth pulsed more insistently now, coating her eager tongue with his abundant essence. Sakura doubled her efforts, one hand squeezing gently at his base while the other massaged his heavy sack with medical precision.
"S-Sakura-chan," Naruto gasped, his fingers tightening in her pink locks. "I'm getting close..."
She pulled back just enough to purr, "Mmmm... good. Show me just how healthy you are, Lord Seventh." Her emerald eyes sparkled with desire as she took him deep again, her head bobbing with passionate determination.
Naruto's breath came in ragged pants. "You're still so... amazing... after all these years..." Sakura hummed appreciatively around him, the vibrations drawing a groan from deep in his chest. She could feel him swelling even further, his impressive length twitching against her tongue as his release approached.
"Sakura... I'm gonna..." In response, she relaxed her throat completely, taking all nine thick inches until her nose pressed against his abdomen. The action pushed Naruto over the edge - with a deep, guttural moan that echoed through the office, his entire body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed through him. His substantial manhood pulsed powerfully against her tongue as he released copiously, his Uzumaki stamina ensuring an abundant climax that seemed to go on forever. Sakura's throat worked expertly, swallowing every drop as she maintained eye contact with her husband. Her emerald eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she felt him throb again and again, his fingers tangled in her pink hair.
"S-Sakura-chan..." he gasped, his legs trembling. "That was..."
She slowly pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. "Seems like everything is functioning perfectly, Lord Seventh. Though we might need a few more... tests to be absolutely certain."
Naruto grabbed her waist and pulled her up into a passionate kiss, tasting himself on her tongue as he devoured her mouth. Gone was the shy, hesitant girl from their youth - his Sakura had blossomed into a confident, sensual woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
"Who would've thought," he growled between heated kisses, "that my sweet, proper wife would turn into such a vixen?"
Sakura laughed throatily, her fingers tracing the whisker marks on his cheeks. "Mmm... years of medical training have their benefits. Besides," she purred, nipping at his lower lip, "someone has to keep the mighty Hokage on his toes."
"On my toes? You're driving me crazy," he groaned, pulling her closer. Her pristine white coat was deliciously rumpled now, her professional demeanour completely abandoned.
"That's the idea," she whispered against his lips. "Now, about those additional tests..."
Her hand slid down his chest, noting with satisfaction that he was already hardening again. "Uzumaki stamina... such a fascinating subject for medical research."
Naruto's azure eyes darkened as he finally took in his wife's carefully chosen attire. Her standard medical coat had concealed quite the surprise - scarlet high-heeled sandals accentuated her toned calves, leading up to sleek black nylon stockings that hugged her shapely legs well past her knees. As he pushed up her professional pencil skirt, his breath caught at the discovery of an elaborate black lace garter belt holding up those stockings against her creamy thighs. The conspicuous absence of panties made his mouth go dry.
"You planned this whole thing, didn't you?" he growled, fingers tracing the delicate lace patterns against her skin.
Sakura's emerald eyes sparkled with mischief. "A medical ninja always comes prepared. I may have put some... extra thought into today's examination attire."
"Extra thought? This is downright devious," Naruto groaned, his hands exploring the contrast between smooth nylon and bare skin. "How am I supposed to concentrate in meetings knowing what my proper, professional wife wears under that coat?"
"That's entirely the point," she purred, pressing against him. "The fearsome Lord Seventh, undone by a simple medical check-up..."
"Simple? There's nothing simple about you anymore, Sakura-chan. You've become such a..." His words trailed off as his fingers discovered just how ready she was.
"Such a what?" she challenged, arching into his touch. "Go on, tell your doctor exactly what she's become..." Instead of words, Naruto captured her lips in a searing kiss that made her knees weak. His tongue claimed her mouth with passionate intensity, years of marriage having taught him exactly how to make her melt. One hand tangled in her pink hair while the other pressed against the small of her back, pulling her flush against his muscled frame. Sakura moaned into the kiss, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily.
"You've become everything I ever dreamed of," he murmured against her lips, "and so much more than I deserved."
"Naruto..." she whispered, touched by the tender words mixed with such raw desire.
"The way you take care of our family, the village, me..." His kisses trailed down her neck. "And still find ways to surprise me after all these years..."
She gasped as his teeth grazed her sensitive spot. "I love keeping you on your toes..."
"Mission accomplished," he growled, lifting her onto the examination table. "Now, about that thorough examination..." In one fluid motion, Naruto hoisted her onto the sturdy desk, scattering a few medical charts in their passion. His skilled fingers found her slick heat, drawing lazy circles that made her bite her lip to stifle her cries. Sakura buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hot breath against his skin driving him wild.
"Shhh," he teased, his free hand stroking her thigh where the garter belt met nylon. "Don't want the whole hospital to hear their respected chief medic..."
"Then stop being so..." she gasped as his thumb found her sensitive bundle of nerves, "...so good at this..." His fingers continued their expert ministrations, years of marriage having taught him exactly how to drive her wild. The contrast of his calloused hands against her silky wetness made her squirm.
"Me? I'm just following doctor's orders," he murmured against her ear. "Being thorough with my examination."
Sakura's nails dug into his shoulders as she fought to keep quiet. "Naruto... please..." He captured her lips in another passionate kiss as his skilled fingers slid deep into her welcoming heat. Years of marriage had taught him exactly how to curl them just right, hitting that special spot that made her see stars. His thumb continued its circular motions as he established a rhythm that had her trembling.
"Still so responsive," he murmured against her lips, drinking in her quiet whimpers. "So perfect for me, Sakura-chan..." Her inner walls clenched around his thick fingers as he worked her with loving expertise. The wet sounds of his movements mixed with their heavy breathing filled the office.
"Someone's eager," he teased, feeling how ready she was. "What happened to my proper, professional wife?"
"She's... ah... taking a break," Sakura gasped, her head falling back as he increased his pace. "Gods, Naruto..."
His free hand tangled in her pink hair, guiding her face back to his shoulder to muffle her increasingly loud moans. "That's it, love... let go for me..."
Her thighs trembled against the edge of the desk, the garter belt straps pulling taut as she writhed under his skilled touch. Naruto's fingers curled forward with practised expertise, finding that swollen, ridged area that made his wife see stars. He applied firm, rhythmic pressure as his thumb continued its circular motions outside, creating a dual sensation that had Sakura biting down on his shoulder to stifle her cries.
"Right there," she gasped, her inner walls clenching around his fingers. "Don't stop..."
"Never," he growled, increasing the pressure and speed. "Love watching you fall apart for me..." Her hips bucked against his hand as he worked that sensitive spot relentlessly. Years of marriage had taught him exactly how to drive her wild - the perfect amount of pressure, the exact rhythm that would push her over the edge.
"N-Naruto..." she whimpered, her nails leaving crescents in his shoulders. "I'm so close..." His fingers increased their skilled assault on that sensitive spot, making Sakura's whole body tremble. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his digits as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She buried her face deeper into his neck, trying to muffle her desperate moans as her release washed over her.
"That's it," he growled, feeling her thighs quake against him. "Let go for me, Sakura-chan..." Her climax seemed to last forever as he maintained the perfect pressure, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure. Her stockinged legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she rode out the intense sensations.
When she finally caught her breath, she pulled back to look at him with glazed emerald eyes. "And you..." she panted, "say I'm the devious one..."
Naruto captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that spoke of years of love and desire. His tongue danced with hers as his hands roamed her curves, memorizing every inch as if it was their first time all over again. Breaking the kiss, he spun her around and bent her over the massive oak desk, scattering more medical charts.
"The mighty Chief Medical Officer," he growled, his hands caressing her stocking-clad thighs, "at the mercy of her Hokage..."
Sakura looked back over her shoulder, emerald eyes dark with desire. "Hardly at your mercy... just allowing you to think you're in control."
His fingers traced the lace of her garter belt. "Is that so? We'll see about that..." The sight of his proper, professional wife bent over her own desk, still in her medical coat but with that sinful lingerie underneath, drove him wild. Her pink hair fell forward, framing her flushed face as she gave him a challenging smirk.
Naruto pushed up her pristine white coat, groaning at the sight before him. Years of ninja training and medical work had kept Sakura in incredible shape - her perfectly rounded curves were accentuated beautifully by the black lace garter belt framing her hips. His hands caressed her smooth skin reverently.
"Still so perfect," he murmured, admiring how the garter straps emphasized her curves. "Even more beautiful than the day I married you."
"Flatterer," she purred, but he could see her blush.
"Just honest," he growled, his hands continuing their worship. "How did I get so lucky?"
Sakura wiggled teasingly against him. "Less admiring, more action, Lord Seventh..."
His fingers traced where the lace met bare skin. "So impatient... can't a man appreciate his wife's... ass?"
"Appreciate faster," she demanded with a sultry look over her shoulder. "Before someone needs their chief medic..." Naruto leaned forward to press his lips against the nape of her neck, making her shiver. His impressive length pressed against her entrance, already slick from her previous climax. With practised care, he eased forward, groaning as her tight heat enveloped him inch by inch.
"Still so perfect," he growled against her ear, feeling her body welcome him completely. "Like we were made for each other..."
Sakura gasped as he filled her entirely, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "Naruto..." she moaned, pushing back against him.
His hands gripped her hips where the garter belt framed them so beautifully. "Tell me what you need, love..."
"Move," she demanded, her inner walls clenching around him. "Show me that legendary Uzumaki stamina..." He established a deep, steady rhythm that had them both panting. The desk creaked softly with each thrust as Sakura bit her lip to stay quiet.
"So tight," he groaned, "so perfect for me..." Naruto increased his rhythm gradually, each deep thrust drawing soft whimpers from his wife. His hands roamed possessively - one sliding up under her medical coat to caress her breast through the silk of her bra, the other tracing patterns on her stocking-clad thigh where it met the garter belt.
"Feel so good," he panted, angling his hips to hit that special spot inside her. "Love watching you take all of me..."
Sakura moaned into her arm, her body meeting each thrust. "Right there... don't stop..." His fingers found her sensitive bundle of nerves again, working in time with his increasingly passionate movements. The desk creaked rhythmically as papers scattered to the floor, forgotten.
"My beautiful wife," he growled, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder. "So perfect... so tight... love feeling you squeeze around me..."
"Naruto..." she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around him. "I'm getting close again..."
"That's it," he encouraged, maintaining his perfect rhythm. "Let go for me, Sakura-chan..." Naruto increased his pace, each powerful thrust making Sakura bite down on her sleeve to muffle her cries. His thick length hit every sensitive spot inside her as he drove deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin barely covered by the rustle of her medical coat.
"So close," she whimpered, her legs trembling in their black nylons. "Please... harder..." He obliged, gripping her hips tighter as he increased his intensity. The massive oak desk creaked dangerously with each passionate movement. His fingers continued their skilled circles on her sensitive bud, pushing her closer to the edge.
"That's it," he growled, feeling her inner walls begin to flutter. "Come for me... want to feel you squeeze me..." Sakura's whole body tensed as she fought to stay quiet, her professional composure completely shattered by her husband's passionate attention. The contrast between her proper medical attire and their raw desire only heightened the intensity.
"N-Naruto..." she gasped. "I'm going to..." Sakura's whole body seized as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She bit down hard on her white coat sleeve, barely muffling her desperate cries as her inner walls clenched rhythmically around her husband's thickness. Her legs trembled in their black nylons as the intense orgasm washed over her. Feeling her tight heat pulsing around him pushed Naruto over the edge. With a deep groan muffled against her neck, he buried himself to the hilt as his own release followed hers. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close as they rode out their shared climax together.
"Love you... so much..." he panted against her ear as the aftershocks gradually subsided.
Sakura turned her head to capture his lips in a tender kiss. "Love you too... even if you did just completely wreck my office..." They both looked at the scattered papers and slightly askew desk with matching grins.
"Worth it," Naruto declared, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. "Best medical examination ever."
"Mmm," she agreed, still trembling slightly. "Though we should probably straighten up before my next appointment..."
With a familiar hand sign, three shadow clones popped into existence, immediately setting about reorganizing the scattered medical charts and straightening the heavy desk. The original Naruto helped Sakura adjust her clothing, his fingers lingering on the lace of her garter belt.
"You're making it very hard to leave," he murmured, watching her smooth down her medical coat and fix her dishevelled pink hair.
"Speaking of hard..." she purred, giving him a sultry look as she perched on the edge of her now-tidy desk. "I expect you home early today, Lord Seventh. This examination was just the preliminary test..."
"Is that an order from my Chief Medical Officer?" he grinned, adjusting his Hokage robes.
"It's an order from your wife," she replied with a tone that brooked no argument. "Who happens to have a few more... pieces of medical attire to examine thoroughly."
Naruto's eyes darkened. "More? You mean there's-"
"Home. Early." She cut him off with a quick kiss. "Don't make me come drag you out of that office myself."
"Yes ma'am," he chuckled, heading for the door. "Though that doesn't sound like such a bad alternative..."
"Naruto..." she warned playfully.
"I'm going, I'm going!" He paused at the threshold. "Love you, Sakura-chan."
"Love you too. Now go run our village so you can come home and... run some more tests."
The look she gave him promised that their evening would be just as thorough as their afternoon encounter.
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