Naruto didn't wake up so much as get dragged back into consciousness.
His body felt like lead. His hips ached. His balls were empty. And yet—
His cock twitched.
Something warm. Wet. Soft.
He opened his eyes to the sight of Hinata between his legs—her mouth wrapped around him, sucking slow and deep. Her long midnight hair spilled across his thighs as she took inch after inch into her throat, her eyes half-lidded with obsession.
"Nnnh—H-Hinata—guh…"
From above him, a familiar giggle.
Sakura sat astride his chest, completely naked, smirking down at him as she rubbed her slick folds along his abs.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she purred, reaching down to cup his face. "She couldn't wait. Neither could I."
Hinata pulled back with a wet pop and whispered, "He's hard already…"
Sakura leaned down, kissed Naruto deep, and growled against his lips:"Then put him back inside. I want to ride him while you suck on my tits."
They didn't wait for his answer.
Hinata climbed over him again, sitting up and sliding down onto his cock with a soft cry. Her pussy was already soaked—she'd been wet the entire time she sucked him.
Her hips moved slowly, deliberately. Sensual.
Sakura leaned over her from behind, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples as Hinata rode Naruto with desperate, hungry thrusts.
"You like it, huh?" Sakura whispered in her ear. "The way he stretches you open? You love being stuffed full of his cock while I watch."
Hinata's answer was a high-pitched whimper, her eyes rolled back, body trembling as she ground down harder.
Naruto groaned beneath them—helpless, overwhelmed, loved to the edge of insanity.
Then they swapped.
Sakura took her turn—wild, fast, her hips slapping against his, her nails digging into his chest.
She leaned forward, mouth open, biting his neck as she bounced hard.
"You're mine—ours—you hear me, Naruto?"
Hinata sat on his face this time, mewling as he licked her thoroughly, his tongue plunging deep, lapping up every drop from her dripping core.
They used him for hours.
Switching.
Sucking.
Grinding.
Cumming.
Marking him with scratches, kisses, and their scent.
By the end, Naruto was completely broken—his body used, drenched, cock sore and twitching, voice hoarse from moaning and gasping.
And yet he whispered, "I love you both…"
That made them stop.
Sakura blinked. Hinata gasped.
They looked at each other.
And for a moment, everything slowed.
Hinata leaned down, kissed him gently. "We love you too…"
Sakura nodded, brushing his hair back. "But that doesn't mean we're done."
Their hands trailed down his chest again.
He groaned.
"…You two are monsters."
"You love it," they said in unison.