The hospital corridors were dim and silent past midnight.
Only the soft beeps of monitoring equipment and the occasional roll of distant thunder disturbed the quiet.
Sakura Haruno had just finished her late shift—charts signed, patients stable.
She was in the on-call room changing out of her scrubs when the door opened without a knock.
Naruto stood in the doorway, silhouette framed by the hallway light.
Hair still damp from the rain outside, black shirt clinging to his chest, eyes glowing with that faint, dangerous orange tint.
"Sakura."
Just her name.
Low. Rough. Hungry.
She froze mid-motion, top half of her scrubs already off, sports bra and toned midriff exposed.
Her green eyes narrowed, but the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her.
"You're supposed to make an appointment like everyone else, Naruto."
He stepped inside.
The door clicked shut. Locked.
"I don't do appointments when it comes to you."
Sakura turned fully, arms crossed under her chest—pushing her breasts up in a way that made Naruto's jaw tighten.
"You smell like rain… and two other women."
Her voice was sharp, but there was heat beneath the accusation. "Konan. Hinata. You're not even trying to hide it anymore."
Naruto closed the distance in two strides.
He didn't touch her yet—just towered over her, letting the heat of his body and the Nine-Tails chakra do the talking.
"Jealous?" he asked, voice dark velvet.
Sakura's breath hitched.
She uncrossed her arms, fingers curling into fists at her sides.
"I should punch you through the wall for that."
"But you won't."
A beat of silence.
Then she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down into a bruising kiss.
It was all teeth and frustration and years of pent-up tension finally snapping.
Naruto groaned into her mouth, hands immediately sliding under her sports bra, palming her breasts roughly.
Her nipples were already hard peaks under his thumbs.
Sakura bit his lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.
"You think you can just waltz in here and claim me after fucking half the kunoichi in the village?"
Naruto grinned against her mouth, feral.
"I'm not claiming half the village."
He spun her around, pressing her front against the wall, grinding his hardness against her ass. "I'm claiming **you**."
Sakura pushed back against him, grinding deliberately.
"Then do it, idiot. Stop talking."
He didn't need more invitation.
Hands yanked her scrub pants and underwear down in one rough motion.
She kicked them aside.
Naruto freed himself—thick, throbbing, still slick from earlier memories—and rubbed the head along her soaked folds.
"You're dripping," he growled in her ear. "All that attitude and your body's begging for it."
"Shut up and fuck me."
He slammed in.
Sakura cried out—half moan, half curse—palms slapping against the wall for balance.
The stretch was intense, perfect, filling her completely.
Naruto didn't hold back.
He fucked her hard, fast, possessive—each thrust driving her up onto her toes.
The wet slap of skin echoed in the small room.
Sakura's medical precision was gone; she was pure instinct now—pushing back to meet every stroke, nails scratching the paint.
"Harder—damn it, Naruto—**harder**!"
He obliged.
One hand snaked around to rub her clit in tight, ruthless circles while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.
She came first—violent, shuddering, walls clamping down like a vice as she screamed his name into the wall.
Naruto didn't slow.
He pounded through her orgasm, chasing his own, until he buried himself deep and came with a guttural roar—filling her, marking her from the inside.
They stayed like that—panting, sweat-slicked, his forehead pressed to the back of her neck.
After a long moment, Sakura laughed breathlessly.
"You're insane."
Naruto kissed the sweat-damp skin behind her ear.
"And you love it."
She turned in his arms, green eyes glittering with something dangerous and satisfied.
"Don't think this means I'm just another notch. If you're building a harem…"
She poked his chest hard. "…you better make damn sure I'm the one who gets to break your ribs when you step out of line."
Naruto grinned, wide and boyish despite the raw lust still simmering in his eyes.
"Deal."
He kissed her again—slower this time, almost sweet.
But the storm outside wasn't finished.
And neither was he.
**To be continued…**
(Next chapter tease: Tsunade's office, late-night "performance review" of the new Hokage-in-training. Things get… physical.)