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A Disjointed Routine	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 9649 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters in it. I made no money from writing this. This was written solely for my own entertainment.

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A/N: Let's start up here, shall we? This story was written as a commission, but more importantly than that, it takes place before my "Prying Eyes" story, so it is technically a part of that storyline. If you've read it, Sakura herself mentioned knowing full well how hung a certain someone's boyfriend was, and if you were curious how she knew, then this is going to be your answer.
Without further ado, do enjoy the read~
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A Disjointed Routine

“Remember to take it easy in the coming days,” her voice rang out in the small office, a low grunt being her only answer as a male shinobi made his way out through the doorway to the side.

Sighing from her place atop a stool, Sakura Haruno’s eyes shone, a twinkle in her emerald orbs that could only be replicated through one way. Her final patient of the day was a man she knew all too well, while knowing far too little about him at the same time.

Pushing her stool along the floor with one foot, the pink haired medic scribbled away on a small clipboard within her grasp, finalizing the details about her second to last patient. A young shinobi, hardly older than her, with torn ligaments from strenuous training. She had already done what she could through medical ninjutsu alone, though in the end, he would have to suffice without exercise for a week, as well as being on leave from active duty for the same amount of time.

Tearing the paper off of her clipboard however, the pink haired medic once more smiled, a very knowing grin adorning her lips as the name of her last patient reached her attentive eyes.

How she had longed for the chance to examine him in her teenage years, the dreams that had been fulfilled as they grew up, and now, working for the Konoha hospital for her third year, a chance unlike any other had revealed itself before her.

She would get the chance to examine the Sasuke Uchiha, the only known man in the world to possess the Rinnegan, and one of her lifelong friends despite the things he had done before.

Hearing a knock no more than a foot outside the door to her office, Sakura put her clipboard down, rising up from where she had been seated far too long. Knowing full well whom her last patient would be, the pinkette had gone above and beyond what was generally considered proper. Whilst her body was adorned in the standard nurse’s outfit, consisting of a bodysuit of sorts with a low-cut skirt and a top that hugged her chest nicely, what was hidden beneath would leave any veteran nurse gaping. Lacy lingerie, from a crimson colored thong, to the black garter belt and stockings that slid along her toned legs; every inch of her attire screamed seduction. Yet, even then, she had foregone the need for a bra, wanting instead to leave her breasts free to be framed as her outfit willed.

Another knock resounded at her door, far more persistent than the last.

Sakura smiled knowingly. “Come in.”

And there he was, punctual, precise and no shortage of other things. His expression was blank, stoic almost, as if the world itself was of little consequence to the man, yet even still, more so than anything else, he had become the most renowned bachelor of Konoha.

“It’s been too long, Sasuke-kun.” She began, a twinkle in her eyes as she returned to her stool. “Please, close the door behind you and have a seat at the table.”

There was no need to ask twice, that much she knew. No more than a second after her request, the gentle swish of a door sliding shut reached her ears, though unbeknownst to him, a subtle click put the door in a lock, making it so that it could only be opened from the inside.

Without her guidance, the lone Uchiha settled down upon a small medical bench along the far wall, giving her a curious glare as if that alone would compel time to move on.

“Right, of course. Business as always,” coughing against her hand, Sakura arose from her stool once more. “This will function like any other physical examination, minus an extra requirement that we will cover near the end. For now, I’ll take a blood test and check your pulse, so please, make yourself comfortable.”

Spinning around on her heel where she stood, Sakura strode forward, a not too subtle sway on her hips as she approached a nearby drawer. In truth, the only thing she would need was a syringe, though finding herself a stethoscope would be far more amusing. When she herself was no more than a foot away from the drawer, back turned in the general direction of her patient, Sakura bent forward, leaning down until her back arched, continuing on until at last, her face was parallel with the drawers in question.

For every inch her back arched, the pink haired medic could feel her skirt hiking up, inch upon inch of her stocking clad thighs being revealed until, with the faintest pull, the treasures beneath were put on display.

The moment her skirt was hiked up, she could feel his gaze upon her form, an inquisitive, hard glare that sent shivers up her spine. He was looking at her exposed thong, and, unbeknownst to her, his Sharingan spun, recording the sight with his visual prowess.

Before long however, even she knew that her theatrics would fail, so instead, she moved her arms forward, rummaging around in the shelf in question in search of what she knew was there, all the while swaying her rear; a near hypnotic sway of creamy white cheeks and a thong to match the color of his prowess.

It took her only a moment to find what she sought, and as quickly as her show had begun, she straightened out her back, hooking a stethoscope around her neck before reaching up into yet another drawer. Though this time, her back was straight, her skirt had fallen in place, and one Sasuke Uchiha had been denied access to her panties.

“I’m going to have to ask you to strip, down to your underwear please,” Sakura chirped, turning around with a syringe in her hand. “Standard procedure, of course.”

Sasuke simply sat there, staring at his former teammate for a moment too much, opening and reopening his mouth a multitude of times before at last replying. “Make it quick.”

Even as she approached from the side, a subtle smirk playing across her lips, he arose, undressing before her without a care in the world. His shirt came off with ease, revealing a near chiseled torso with arms strong enough to lift her with ease. Although, as his hands reached the waistband of his slacks, the motions halted, his head rolling up to fix her with a glare before at last undoing those as well.

What met the medic’s eyes was not the behemoth her juvenile self had hoped to ride, nor was it as small as some of the men she had examined before, but it was still a sizeable bulge, tenting his dark boxers to the point that the material was strained.

Giving her longtime teammate a reassuring smile, Sakura began her procedure, ushering him down onto the bench once more while lazily kicking his pants to the side.

Drawing blood from a shinobi was similar to telling them to sign a summoning contract. Neither side refuted the other, nor did any commotion arise. Even as she moved to withdraw the syringe, the little prick she had given him was already sizzling closed; undoubtedly the work of Hashirama’s cells. By the time she put the syringe down on a piece of paper, the spot she had drawn blood from had fully healed, leaving no trace of the endeavor happening at all.

Yet another sign of the normality of their procedure came when she moved her stethoscope along his chest, listening intently to the sound of his heart; steady thumps echoing smoothly, but even still, her attention could never truly leave his chest. Smooth skin, defiant of the rippling muscles beneath, without so much as a scar in sight. If Naruto was the master of stamina, then Sasuke was no more behind than second place.

Trailing her fingers along his frame, down the hardened pecs of his chest, down and down until her index finger played across the toned abs on his stomach, Sakura’s mind twisted, the dreams of her juvenile self being claimed resurfacing, and with them, a shudder coursed through her body as a whole. Yet, even then, she pushed it aside, content to finish up the remainder of their examination before approaching the final subject.

No more than a handful of minutes later and the two of them were nearing the end, and so, clipboard in hand, Sakura steeled herself for what was to come.

“You truly are in peak physical condition, Sasuke-kun. However, you’re now of the age wherein the village has to wonder…” averting his gaze for a fraction of a second, Sakura raised her clipboard to hide her grin from his perceptive eyes. “How virile is the last Uchiha? I’m going to need a sample to ascertain this. Standard routine for a male above a certain age.”

At that, his expression was flat, the symmetrical features she had fallen for before merely looking, stiffening, then returning to the norm; a stoic expression that left her thong drenched beneath her skirt.

“You want me to cum in a jar?” He asked, voice flat and eyes hollow.

“Well, technically, I only need enough to cover the bottom of a glass tray. I won’t tell anyone if you have to go multiple times, of course!” In the midst of her rambling, his features stiffened once more, a mellow expression adorning his features a moment later.

“And where am I to do this, doctor?”

At that, her mind froze, for in all actuality, no shinobi had been asked to deliver their semen for a sample, henceforth, there was no locale within the hospital with which to use for such a task.

“You could use this room, if you’d like? I have no more patients for the day and after you’re finished, there won’t be any meetings or anything of the sort. Complete privacy.” The smile beneath her clipboard was broad enough to ache her face, but even then, she could not relent. If she so much as showed a hint of a smile, then surely, he would--

“And what about you, Sakura? Will you be here to assist me in my endeavor?”

The smile across her lips vanished, for as quickly as that, what met her eyes were not the bored onyx and purple orbs of someone with better things to do. She stared into the eyes of a veteran shinobi, red and purple orbs fixated upon her with nary an ounce of compassion left visible.

“I-I will assist however I can,” her voice trembled beneath his presence, but even still, as soon as it had begun, the pressure holding her in place vanished. “Please, remove your underwear and get ready. This is only standard procedure…”

As swiftly as the pressure around her had arisen, it dissipated, leaving only Sakura behind, panties drenched beyond belief with a steady trickle of arousal running down her thighs. If he did not catch on to that, then the last Uchiha was not as perceptive as he was made out to be.

Shaking his head so that his spiked onyx hair swayed rhythmically, Sasuke stood up, inching closer and closer to where Sakura sat, before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. With a quick tug and no small amount of annoyance, his underwear fell, though before Sakura’s eyes could catch on, something solid came crashing up against her chin, nearly knocking her out where she sat.

Reaching up to rub the soreness of her jaw, Sakura blinked rapidly, straightening out her back only to flinch away a moment thereafter. She had been hit by a trunk, though the outline she had seen through his briefs did it little justice.

It pulsed and throbbed, hardening before her eyes, growing longer by every passing second until she herself had to duck further back. Pulse after pulse resounded through his shaft, the effort used to lengthen his dick instead shifting towards its widening. Before long, after what could only have been a small eternity of simply staring at it, Sasuke Uchiha’s cock stood at full mast.

“Remind me to bring measuring tape the next time…” she mumbled in a daze, emerald eyes wide as all she could do was stare at what he had presented before her.

Thicker than her forearm, longer than her forearm… was there any way to measure it with her eyes alone? No… there was not.

Reaching up with slow, tantalizing movements, Sakura flinched back from its heat; the moment her fingers had tried to touch it, the scalding warmth had nearly burned her skin. Testing her luck a second time however, reaching forth with both her hands to firmly grasp around the base of his cock, Sakura Haruno could do naught more than shiver, a mini orgasm crashing through her system with enough force to make her eyes roll up into the back of her head.

Her and Ino’s ramblings in the past had never made as much sense. He was hot!

Without so much as a fraction of clarity in her mind, her hands began to move, stroking up along the length of his shaft, pulling on the throbbing, veiny length whose warmth still threatened to burn her hands, all the while staring straight ahead, mesmerized by the swollen, almost purple head of his cock that stared her down harder than Sasuke himself had done.

From somewhere above her head, a string of clear gel squirted out, snapping her attention back into reality as Sasuke had poured a string of lubricant across his own dick, further easing her hands towards his swollen head. Where he had found her lube, she did not care, for as her palms ran through the gel he had applied, the heat radiating off of his cock subsided, allowing her to actually enjoy herself and speed up substantially.

Up and up her hands moved, drawing ever closer to the very peak of the mountain known as Sasuke’s cock, climbing higher and higher until at last, as her hands clasped around his broadened head, a spurt of clear liquid shot out, splashing across her nose and chin, though it may very well have hit air. Her attention failed to wane, her hands began to sink down, and once again, Sakura was taken aback.

Dangling between his legs was something the pink haired medic had failed to take note of, likely due to being uppercut by a throbbing cock. A pair of balls the size of apples, if not even bigger, swayed and throbbed, filled to the very brim until she could almost hear the cum sloshing around within his nuts. Of course, as soon as her attention had landed there, it returned to the task at hand; gazing up onto the underside of Sasuke’s cock with a look of reverence in her eyes.

Up and down, slow and steady, hardly moving an inch at a time in her futile quest to envelop his girth with her hands. By the time she took note, another helping of lube had been applied, and yet another jet of precum gushed out, this one staining her neck with the very liquid she wanted to collect.

How long she went on like that, she did not know. Above her head, under her careful, meticulous ministrations, she was certain that Sasuke himself had tried to speak up, though within Sakura’s mind, it was merely a command to move faster, to degrade herself further and to send herself deeper into the depths of depravity. Whether she planned to or not mattered little, for as her hands began the trek upward, sliding his cock between the palms of her hands with an agonizingly slow rhythm, she leaned her head forward, pressing her plump pink lips against his crown to welcome the inevitable spray of precum.

She herself was not disappointed, for a moment later, that very jet rushed out, splashing across her tongue before being hungrily devoured; her tongue dashing out to swipe across the head of his cock with a fervent frenzy.

Salty, yet somehow sweet. His precum was predominant, subduing any and all of the senses that remained within her emptying mind, leaving only her sense of taste and her fervent worship.

It wasn’t until a hand fell upon her head, yanking her back, that Sakura’s mind returned to her. A heavy, scalding warmth splashed across her cheek, drawing a maniacal moan from her lips, only for a second splash to douse her lips and mouth. Another heavy string of liquid heat coated her face, her chin disappearing altogether beneath its domineering whiteness, before being followed yet again by a heavy splash that knocked her breath away.

On and on it went, spray upon spray of what may very well have been magma, dousing her face while staining her uniform, but she herself could hardly care. From the moment his first release had landed upon her face, Sakura had finished, her body and mind stuck in a perpetual cycle of release and relief, her pussy gushing happily as orgasm upon orgasm was forced upon her.

How long the two stayed as such was beyond her, but when at last she returned to her senses, when at last she opened her eyes anew, she was seated upon the very stool she had been on before, body drenched in an everlasting coating of cream, looking over at her longtime teammate with a joyous expression.

Swiping up a mouthful of cum with her tongue, Sakura chirped, tilting her head to the side as she made an attempt to write upon her cum stained clipboard.

“Same time tomorrow?” She asked, voice breathy and heart racing.

“Sure,” was the only reply she received before the door was pushed shut.

Same time, same place, but with a new uniform.

As her fingers moved up to happily swipe another handful of cum into her mouth, Sakura absentmindedly noted that the panties that had once covered her indecency had been removed, leaving her bare on the bottom whilst her skirt was hiked all the way up.

‘Same time tomorrow,’ she snickered to herself as she continued to slurp down his cum.
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