As night falls over Konoha, bustling crowds disperse and the streets become scarce. Only the sleepless and those looking for trouble roam around this late into the evening hours. Fugaku fits into both categories currently since his shift ended long ago and he's now on the look-out for some stimuli. Not entirely keen on calling it a day just yet.
He's technically off the clock but the drive to protect never really leaves him as he scans every passerby for any warning signs. Nothing noteworthy catches his attention and he doesn't know whether he should be annoyed or relieved from the lack of criminal activity.
A familiar sight comes into view and Fugaku stops to look at Sakura's apartment. He's never visited her place personally but he has seen a lot of his kin walk in and walk out of there on multiple occasions.
The Uchiha patriarch's interest is peaked and he's curious to see if she's actually at home or somewhere else. He sinks into the shadows to confirm that he isn't being watched before jumping up to her kitchen window.
Fugaku can only sense Sakura's presence inside, her chakra signature emanating from her bedroom. After listening closely he can hear soft breathing and feel a steady heartbeat which tells him that she's sound asleep.
A dark need expands in his stomach as he sneaks inside her apartment through the poorly secured kitchen window and easily avoids every trap set in place to ward off intruders. The bedroom door is left ajar, allowing him to get inside without alerting her to his presence.
Sakura is lying flat on her back with the covers kicked to the side. Exposing her lithe form to Fugaku's prying eyes. She's only wearing a short tank-top and a loose pair of pajama shorts.
He creeps closer to the bed, eyeing her down like a predator would with its prey. The mattress dips but doesn't creek under his weight as he slots himself in-between her legs carefully. The woman doesn't stir as she remains unaware of his closeness.
Hands move to slowly pull Sakura's tank top up over her chest, causing two plump breasts to spill out. Blood rushes to fill Fugaku's cock and he's barely able to contain himself from groping them and risk waking her.
Instead he pushes the fabric at her crotch to the side lightly. The loose material giving away easily and her bare pussy comes into view. Fugaku drinks in the sight greedily, gliding a finger through her wet folds. His heart skips a beat at the sound of her softly moaning from his sheer touch.
He grows bolder and sinks a finger into her sloppy hole. Wondering to himself what she's dreaming about that made her this wet. Knowing this woman, it could be anything ranging from the sweet and innocent to the downright dirty.
Sakura spreads her legs unconsciously while her lips part in quiet whines from getting in her sleep. The fact that she's unaware of what's happening makes Fugaku's cock grow so hard that it nearly hurts. This act is taboo at best and criminal at worst but he can't stop himself.
A second finger joins the first as he begin to work her open slowly, taking his time to get her ready for him. Her cunt is tight but permits itself to get looser as minutes pass. Fugaku is a very patient man but the increasing need to be inside her is clawing at his limits.
The moans coming from the girl underneath him is growing in pitch until her pussy clamps down on his fingers as she comes while unconscious. Fugaku smirks wickedly at the sight before him then withdrawing his fingers.
One hand fumbles with his belt while the other grips one of her thighs as he aligns himself at her entrance. He slides in smoothly, staring at her face as he bottoms out. She knits her brows together but doesn't open her eyes.
A good sign that gives him the go ahead to begin rocking his hips back and forth gently. Sakura throws her head to the side, sweat drops gathering on her forehead from being forced to come and getting used whilst asleep.
Fugaku can't get enough of the sight of her lying motionless and taking his cock like a proper whore. The members of his clan have done a good job of shaping her into a perfect cocksleeve. She's able to be dicked down without stirring from sleep, sex having become second nature to her.
The wet warmth of her pussy feels like heaven and from the look of it, his cock must also feel good. Sakura is openly panting, her eyelids are fluttering. Which means she's close to waking and he needs to finish soon or he will be caught.
"Mmm… Feels so good." She talks in her sleep, voice sounding heavy and exhausted.
A cold shiver runs down Fugaku's spine from hearing her speak. His cock twitches in pleasure at her honesty. Spurring him on to finish the job before she wakes up fully.
Sakura's whole body is now getting rocked from his thrusts as he desperately chases his high. A long escapes from her tight throat while her eyes slowly opens. Revealing groggy and unfocused irises staring up at him.
Fugaku's body is strung taut, thinking he has been caught. But then Sakura just smiles at him angelically, a moan falls from her parted lips. He shas no chance and comes with a few jerks of his hips, painting her walls white.
The Uchiha patriarch pulls out hastily and is about to fix his clothes when Sakura calls out to him, stopping him dead in his tracks.
"Aw, don't leave me hanging after giving me such a pleasant wake-up call."
Fugaku's just a mere man who can't resist such a tempting offer.