Naruto never thought a mission briefing would give him a boner.
But then again, Sakura knew exactly what she was doing.
She stood across from him in the Hokage's office, arms folded beneath her chest—no bra. Her tight vest unzipped just enough to show a hint of flushed skin, and when her green eyes met his, she smirked.
Beside him, Hinata stayed close—too close. Every time she "accidentally" brushed his thigh or leaned in to whisper something, her warm breath tickled his ear.
He was supposed to be paying attention to Tsunade's instructions. But all he could think about was how his cock was achingly hard under the table.
Sakura mouthed two silent words:"No underwear."
Hinata leaned in and whispered:"I'm dripping onto the seat."
Naruto bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.
When the meeting ended, Tsunade dismissed them without noticing a thing.
But once they were out in the hall?
Sakura grabbed his arm and dragged him down a side corridor.
Hinata followed close.
"I've been teasing you all morning," Sakura whispered. "Now you're going to pay."
They ducked into a supply closet—tight, dark, just barely wide enough for the three of them. The door slammed shut.
And Naruto was immediately pinned against the wall.
Hinata dropped to her knees and freed his cock in one smooth motion, licking the shaft from base to tip, moaning softly.
Sakura straddled him again, kissing him hungrily, her hand on Hinata's head as she bobbed her mouth over Naruto's length.
"I bet you were leaking pre the whole meeting, weren't you?" Sakura whispered. "You love being teased in public."
Hinata popped off him, panting. "He's throbbing…"
Sakura turned around and bent over in front of him, pulling her pants down.
"Then stuff me. Right now."
He did.
Naruto slid inside her in one deep thrust, and she bit down on her own hand to keep from screaming. Her walls clenched tight, already soaked.
Hinata kneeled again, licking his balls as he fucked Sakura hard from behind, both of them struggling to stay quiet in the cramped space.
Suddenly—
Footsteps.
Outside the door.
Voices.
Shikamaru. Ino.
Sakura froze. Hinata gasped.
Naruto didn't stop.
He thrust harder—Sakura's ass slapping against him, wet sounds echoing too loud in the silence.
Hinata covered her mouth.
Sakura gripped the shelf, trembling, cumming quietly, pussy clenching as Naruto spilled hot inside her.
Just as the voices faded down the hall.
All three of them stood there, panting, drenched, adrenaline crashing through them.
Sakura looked over her shoulder, breathless.
"We're going to get caught one of these days…"
Hinata smiled softly.
"Let them."