The sun filtered through Konoha's hospital wing as footsteps echoed down the corridor—deliberate, calm, and powerful.
Sakura Haruno had returned.
Months in the Land of Iron had honed her further—chakra control sharper than ever, strength rivaling Tsunade's, and a quiet confidence in her walk that turned heads.
But beneath it all, something simmered. She'd heard the whispers.
"Naruto's changed."
"He's… different now."
"Every kunoichi who gets near him…"
She didn't want to believe it.
Until she saw him.
In the training yard, shirtless, sweat glistening on his toned chest, chakra radiating around him like heat off a forge.
He turned. Their eyes met.
And Sakura's breath caught.
"...Sakura?" Naruto grinned, jogging over. "You're back!"
She smirked. "Did you miss me?"
"I missed you a lot," he said honestly. "You look—strong."
Her gaze flicked over him, lingering far too long. "You look… different too."
That night, she knocked on his apartment door.
Just like old times.
Only it wasn't.
The moment he opened the door, she stepped inside, slammed it shut, and pushed him against the wall.
"Is it true?" she asked, eyes burning.
Naruto blinked. "What?"
She grabbed his hand and pressed it between her legs, through the tight fabric of her shorts—wet, hot, pulsing.
"I haven't seen you in months and the first thing I feel is this. This. Is it from you? Is it chakra? Lust? Or both?"
"Sakura—" he started.
She kissed him.
Fierce. Deep. A kiss full of old longing and new hunger.
"I should've noticed you sooner," she whispered. "I should've… taken you sooner."
She pulled off her top, revealing toned abs and full, bouncing breasts. Naruto groaned, hands running over her body as years of tension broke like a damn.
They didn't make it to the bed.
He lifted her easily, and Sakura wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her back against the door and slid into her.
She cried out—tight, soaked, already trembling.
"Gods—yes—Naruto—"
He fucked her hard, holding her up by her ass, slamming into her over and over while she kissed and bit his neck, grinding against him desperately.
"I missed this—I missed you—"
He carried her to the kitchen table, laying her down and pounding into her, one of her legs thrown over his shoulder. Her cries filled the room as she came, screaming his name, walls tightening around him.
He flipped her over—face down, ass up—slid back in, and kept going.
Her moans became pleas.
"Naruto—please—don't stop—I'm gonna—again—fuck!"
She came a second time, even harder.
Then he did—thrusting deep and exploding inside her, filling her womb with hot, thick seed.
She collapsed forward, gasping, completely spent.
"…Okay," she whispered. "I believe the rumors now."
Naruto chuckled, kissing her shoulder. "Jealous?"
She turned her head. "You have no idea."
Later, as they lay tangled together on the floor, Sakura traced circles on his chest.
"I'm not giving you up," she said softly.
"Didn't ask you to."
"But I'm not sharing without a fight."
Naruto grinned. "Then I guess you better get ready."
Outside, hidden by a chakra suppression seal, Hinata Hyuuga watched through the window—eyes wide, fingers trembling.
"…He's really become a man."
She bit her lip.
"Then I won't hold back anymore."