The sun crept through Naruto's bedroom blinds, painting golden lines across tangled sheets and exposed skin.
Hinata lay beside him—naked, glowing with sweat and satisfaction, her fingers loosely curled over his chest.
Naruto stirred awake, smiling faintly at the memory of her soft moans, the way her body quivered around him over and over.
But the warmth didn't last.
Because the door slammed open.
"Naruto."
He froze.
Standing at the door, dressed in only a loose tank and shorts, was Sakura Haruno—messy pink hair, flushed cheeks, and eyes glowing with anger and confusion.
She took in the scene: the bed, the scent of sex, Hinata's sleeping body wrapped around Naruto, legs still slightly parted, dripping with leftover desire.
"…So it's true," Sakura said, voice low. "She was here."
Naruto sat up. "Sakura—"
"You fucked her." Her fists clenched. "All night."
Hinata stirred awake, eyes widening as she realized what was happening.
"I—I should go," she whispered.
But Sakura was already moving.
"No. You stay." She marched to the bed. "You think I don't know how many others you've been with since I came back? You think I didn't hear the way you moaned her name last night, Naruto?"
Hinata looked down. Naruto tried to speak.
But Sakura didn't let him.
"I'm not mad because you fucked her," she snapped. "I'm mad because I wanted to do that again tonight."
And then, without waiting, she grabbed Naruto by the wrist, yanked him off the bed, and shoved him against the wall.
"You're not sleeping again until you make it up to me."
She stripped in seconds—top gone, shorts kicked off, nipples hard, cunt already slick from the sheer rage-fueled need that burned inside her.
"You're going to fuck me right here. Against this wall. With her watching."
Naruto's breath caught. "Sakura—"
"Now."
She grabbed his cock, hard and thick from the adrenaline, and guided it into her soaked entrance—slamming herself down on him with a gasp.
Her head dropped against his shoulder. "Yes—just like that—fucking fill me, Naruto—make her hear it!"
Naruto gripped her hips and thrust deep, hard, raw.
The sound of wet, slapping skin echoed through the room as Sakura fucked him wildly, her moans sharp and possessive.
"You're mine too," she whispered against his lips. "Don't forget that."
Hinata watched—eyes wide, biting her lip—watching them again, but this time not in hiding.
And she didn't leave.
Because when Sakura collapsed, coming hard around Naruto's cock and shuddering in release, she turned to Hinata, panting.
"You want him again? Then prove it."
Hinata's breath hitched.
And she crawled back onto the bed.
Naruto looked between them—two beautiful kunoichi, flushed and needy, one still trembling from climax, the other ready for more.
"…You girls are going to kill me," he muttered.
Sakura smirked. "Only if you stop."
They didn't leave the room until late that evening.
Both women limped out, thighs sore, skin marked by kisses and bites, and Naruto barely conscious.
But his smile?
Worth it.