It started with a glare.
Sakura sat on the bed in just her panties, arms crossed, flushed with jealousy. Naruto had spent most of the day in bed with Hinata, barely able to walk from the night before. Hinata had cared for him — fed him, massaged his sore muscles, whispered sweet words as she ran her fingers down his chest.
Sakura had watched. And waited.
Now she was done waiting.
"You've had him long enough," she snapped at Hinata, rising to her feet. "Move."
Hinata, sitting at Naruto's side, didn't budge.
"Then take him with me here," she said, voice quiet—but firm.
The tension crackled in the room.
Naruto groaned, stirring between them. "C-Can I have a break?"
"No." both girls said at once.
They climbed on the bed — from either side.
Sakura pushed Naruto back and straddled his chest, her panties already damp. She grinded on him slowly, deliberately, looking down into his wide eyes.
"I'm going to ride your face while she rides your cock," she said. "We're both getting what we want."
Hinata blushed, but her eyes were full of heat. "Mmm… I want to ride him slowly while you scream."
Naruto's heart pounded as Sakura pulled her panties aside and pressed her dripping pussy to his mouth.
"Lick," she ordered. "Now."
And he obeyed.
His tongue slid between her lips, lapping her up, while Hinata guided his cock into her—slowly sinking down, gasping as she took every thick inch.
"A-Ahhh—N-Naruto—yessss…"
The rhythm built fast. Hinata bounced gently, moaning louder with each thrust, while Sakura grinded harder, riding Naruto's tongue like it was a weapon.
"Fuck—yes—his tongue—gods—"
The room was soaked in heat, breath, moans, the slap of skin against skin.
Naruto bucked upward, driving deeper into Hinata as she whimpered his name over and over.
Her pussy clamped around him, tight and wet, while she clawed at his chest.
Sakura came first — hard and loud, gripping his head, panting, thighs trembling as she collapsed forward.
Then Hinata followed, squealing through a long, messy orgasm, shaking as Naruto filled her with thick, hot cum.
But they weren't done.
They lay beside him, catching their breath, before Sakura whispered:
"I want him inside me now."
Hinata looked down at Naruto's cock—still twitching.
"Again?" she asked softly.
Sakura smirked. "Again."
They swapped positions.
Sakura sank down on him fast and wild, moaning as she bounced on his slick, soaked shaft. Hinata leaned down, kissing Naruto deeply, her breasts pressed to his chest, her hand slipping between his legs to massage his balls while Sakura rode him raw.
"Fuck—fuck—fuck, YES!" Sakura screamed as she came, nails digging into Naruto's chest.
Then she lay back—legs still trembling—as Hinata took him again, sliding down with ease.
Over and over, they switched.
Riding.
Grinding.
Swapping spit and sweat and cum, licking each other's fingers, moaning together as they broke Naruto over and over.
By the time the night ended, Naruto was barely conscious—skin glistening, breath ragged, sheets soaked, body marked with scratches, bites, and lipstick smears.
The girls curled up on either side of him, satisfied and smug.
"We broke him," Sakura whispered.
Hinata kissed his cheek softly. "Let's fix him tomorrow."