Naruto ask Sakura out

"So, uh, Sakura," he started, and his voice had dropped half a register — not quite serious, but not joking either. Somewhere in the middle. Somewhere real. "There's something I've been wanting to ask you for a long time, actually. Like, a really long time. Basically since the Academy."

Sakura blinked. Ino's eyebrows rose. Tenten tilted her head.

"Would you... want to be my girlfriend?"

The words hung in the warm night air like a kunai frozen mid-throw. The streetlamp above them buzzed. Somewhere down the block, a cicada chirped. A man walking his dog paused, sensed the tension, and quickly turned around.

Sakura's green eyes went wide. Her lips parted slightly. A faint pink crept up her cheeks that had nothing to do with body paint or dildo marathons. For exactly one heartbeat, she looked genuinely caught off guard — maybe even a little moved.

Then her walls went back up faster than a Mud Wall jutsu.

She planted one hand on her cocked hip, tilted her chin up, and let that bratty, condescending smirk curl across her face — the one she'd perfected over years of putting Naruto in his place. "Oh, Naruto. That's... that's actually kind of sweet. Really. But come on, you and me? Please. Do you honestly think that someone like me would ever date someone like—"

A hand clamped over her mouth.

"MMMPH—!"

Ino had lunged forward with the speed of a woman whose entire naked body was fueled by adrenaline and the sudden, visceral terror of watching someone make the worst mistake of their life. Her painted fingers sealed tight over Sakura's lips, muffling whatever devastating rejection had been about to pour out. Sakura's eyes went wide with fury, darting sideways to glare at the blonde — but before she could wrestle free, Tenten was on her too.

"Got her!" Tenten announced, hooking both arms around Sakura's torso from behind, locking her in a bear hug that squished the pink-haired girl's arms to her sides. Sakura thrashed — she was strong, monstrously strong when she wanted to be, but Tenten had spent her entire ninja career grappling with weapons and sparring dummies, and her grip was iron. "Hold still, you stupid bitch, we're saving you here!"

"MMMMPH! MMRRRPH!" Sakura's muffled screaming was absolutely murderous. Her green eyes burned with a fury that could melt steel. She kicked, she squirmed, she tried to bite Ino's palm — but the blonde held firm, her bare tits pressing against Sakura's shoulder as she leaned in close.

"Ha ha ha!" Ino laughed brightly, turning her head toward Naruto with a smile so forced and desperate it could have been used as a torture technique. "One second, Naruto! Just — just give us one tiny second! Girls' talk! You know how it is!"

"Yep! Just a sec!" Tenten added, grinning at him with equal desperation over Sakura's thrashing shoulder, her loose bandages flapping wildly as she struggled to maintain her hold. "Totally normal girl stuff! Be right back!"

Naruto watched the three of them with his hands in his pockets, eyebrows raised, that trademark grin plastered across his whiskered face. "Uh... sure! Take your time!"

The two of them half-carried, half-dragged the snarling Sakura around the corner of a nearby building. Tenten pinned her against the wall. Ino finally released her mouth and jumped back just in time to dodge a wild swing.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!" Sakura roared, her face red, fists clenched, a vein pulsing on her forehead. "I was in the middle of something!"

"Yeah, you were in the middle of making the dumbest decision of your entire life, you braindead slut!" Ino hissed back, jabbing a painted finger into Sakura's chest. Her bare tits jiggled with the intensity of her gesture. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Sakura stared at them like they'd both grown second heads. "What does it look like I'm doing?! I'm obviously rejecting Naruto! He just asked me out! Me! Sakura Haruno! And he's... he's Naruto! He's a goofy, loud, ramen-obsessed idiot who—"

"Sakura," Tenten said, very slowly, very seriously, gripping the shorter girl by both shoulders and looking her dead in the eyes. "Are you stupid?"

"Wh—"

"Are. You. STUPID."

"I'm not—"

"Because you sound stupid right now," Ino cut in, crossing her arms beneath her bare breasts with the authority of a naked war general. "You sound like the stupidest bitch in the entire village, and I say that with love, you dense pink cunt."

Sakura sputtered. "Why?! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't reject that—"

"HIS COCK, SAKURA!" Tenten and Ino said simultaneously, with a volume and conviction that startled a cat off a nearby fence.

Sakura's mouth snapped shut.

Tenten released her shoulders, took a step back, and began gesturing with her hands — the way she might describe the dimensions of a particularly impressive weapon. "Think about it. Just... think. We've been masturbating to this fantasy for months. Years, even! 'Naruto has the biggest, fattest cock in the entire village.' We all know it. We all fantasize about it. We literally spent the entire afternoon moaning his name while we stretched our pussies open with the biggest dildos I own — and we were still wishing they were his dick!"

"She's right, you selfish whore," Ino added, her expression deadly serious, one bare hip cocked, her puffy pussy glistening faintly in the moonlight as if to underscore her point. "If you reject him, you reject his dick too. That dick goes away. Off the table. Forever. The dick that we — that you — have been fantasizing about, cumming to, literally screaming about while Tenten's XXL Mega-Thrust 3000 was up to its hilt inside you. That dick. Gone."

The color drained from Sakura's face.

Then rushed right back in twice as hot.

"I..." She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "Well, I mean... we don't even know for sure that his dick is—"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Tenten warned. "Don't you dare question the cock. The cock is real. The cock is enormous. We all know this. We feel it in our bones."

"In our pussies," Ino corrected.

"In our pussies, yes, thank you, Ino Whore."

Sakura's resolve was cracking. The three of them were silent for a moment, and then, almost involuntarily, all three heads turned to peek around the corner of the building.

Naruto was standing right where they'd left him, hands behind his head, that wide, sunny, oblivious grin on his face, rocking gently on his heels as he waited. The streetlight cast a warm glow over his blond hair. His orange jacket was unzipped just enough to show his black undershirt clinging to a chest that, admittedly, had gotten pretty well-built over the years of training. He caught them peeking and waved cheerfully.

All three heads snapped back behind the wall.

"Okay," Sakura breathed, pressing her back against the bricks. "Okay, let's... let's be rational about this. Pros and cons. Like real kunoichi."

"Great idea, Slutkura," Ino nodded. "Go ahead."

Sakura held up one hand, fingers extended, ready to tick off points. "Con number one: he's loud. Like, obnoxiously loud. He shouts about everything."

"Okay, sure," Tenten conceded. "But pro: his huge cock."

"...Well— yeah, okay."

"Next Con?"

Sakura huffed. "Fine. Con number two: he eats ramen for literally every single meal. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. His apartment probably smells like pork broth."

"Okay, valid," Ino nodded. "Pro?"

"His big dick," Tenten said.

"His big dick," Ino agreed.

Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose. "Con three: he's an idiot. He failed the Academy exam three times. He thinks 'strategy' means 'throw more shadow clones at it.'"

Silence.

"Pro," said Ino.

"His colossal manhood," said Tenten.

"Right, his cock probably weighs more than his brain, and that's a good thing," Ino added sagely.

Sakura dragged both hands down her face. "Con four: he's a PRANKSTER. And a really annoying one at that!"

Tenten paused. "Pro: penis."

"His enormous, thick, throbbing penis," Ino elaborated dreamily, her thighs pressing together.

"The cock that we spent all afternoon fantasizing about while we came our brains out," Tenten added.

"The cock that we know would split us in half and we'd thank it."

Sakura was quiet for a long moment. The three of them stood in the alley — one in "normal" clothes, one in ruined bandages, one completely naked — staring at each other with the gravity of generals planning a campaign.

"...His cock is really that important, huh?" Sakura murmured.

"Sakura," Ino said gently, placing both painted hands on her friend's shoulders, her bare tits pressing against Sakura's arm. "We have been dreaming about this cock since we hit puberty. Every. Single. Night. This isn't just a cock. This is the cock. The Big One. The reason we own dildos at all — because we're all trying to simulate what we imagine it feels like. And now one of us has the chance to actually experience it. For real. In person. Inside her."

"And then tell us everything," Tenten added quickly. "Like, everything. Every inch. Every vein. Every thrust. We want a full report, you selfish pink whore."

"With illustrations," Ino specified.

"And measurements."

Sakura looked from one to the other. Then she looked down at her own hands. Then she peeked around the corner again at Naruto, who had started doing squats to pass the time, his strong thighs flexing. Her eyes traveled downward, to the front of his orange pants, and she stared at the outline there with the intensity of a Hyuga using Byakugan.

"...Okay," she said quietly.

"Okay?!" both girls exclaimed.

"OKAY!" Sakura repeated, louder, her cheeks blazing. "Fine! I'll try being his girlfriend! He does have a lot of cons but — but the pros outweigh them! Significantly!"

"They sure do," Tenten says with a shit-eating grin.

Ino nodded sagely, "Such awesome pros!"

"Shut up, both of you," Sakura growled, but she was fighting a smile. "I'll do it. I'll be his girlfriend. I'll go on dates with him. And I will report back to you stupid whores about every last detail of his dick, are you happy?"

"ECSTATIC!" they said together, already grabbing her arms and marching her back around the corner.

"Go get 'em, you cum hungry slut!" Tenten cheered, giving Sakura a hard shove in the small of her back that sent her stumbling forward.

"Make us proud, you lucky bitch!" Ino added, clapping her bare ass for encouragement.

Sakura staggered across the cobblestones, caught her balance, straightened up, and faced Naruto. He was standing there grinning at her — that big, dumb, wide, sunshine grin — and despite every ounce of her pride screaming at her, despite the voice in her head pointing out that this was Naruto, the dead last, the prankster, the boy who'd been annoying her since day one...

She couldn't stop thinking about his cock.

"Naruto," she said, planting her feet and squaring her shoulders. Her cheeks were burning. Her heart was hammering. She could feel Ino and Tenten's eyes boring into her back like laser beams. "I've... reconsidered. And I've decided that I want to try it. Being your girlfriend. You and me. Let's... let's give it a shot."

The words came out stiff and a little strangled, like she was delivering a mission report instead of accepting a date, but they came out.

Naruto's grin somehow got even wider. It got so wide it seemed physically impossible — like his face was going to split in half. His blue eyes lit up like twin stars, and he pumped both fists into the air.

"THAT'S FANTASTIC!" he exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. "Sakura-chan, that's — yes! HELL yes! This is the best! Okay, okay, we should definitely go on a date tomorrow! I'll pick you up! We'll go somewhere awesome! Somewhere romantic! Somewhere—"

"If you say Ichiraku, I swear to God—"

"Somewhere that's NOT Ichiraku! I promise!" He paused. "Unless you want to go to Ichiraku?"

"I don't."

"Okay! Not Ichiraku! But somewhere incredible! I'll figure it out! Tomorrow night! It's a date!"

Despite herself — despite everything — Sakura felt the corner of her mouth twitch upward. Just barely. "...Okay. Tomorrow night. Fine."

Behind her, Ino and Tenten were gripping each other's arms and vibrating with silent, barely-contained squeals. Ino's bare tits were jiggling from the effort of not screaming, and Tenten's last surviving bandage was hanging on by a literal thread.

"Well, well, well," a cool, teasing voice cut through the warm night air. "About damn time, loser."

Everyone turned.

Sasuke Uchiha sauntered out of the shadows of a side street like he'd been waiting for a dramatic cue. His hands were in his pockets, his dark hair falling over his forehead, that signature smirk on his pale face — equal parts arrogant and amused. He looked exactly the same as he always had — dark blue shirt, white shorts, the Uchiha crest on his back, the Konoha headband glinting on his forehead.

But the girl on his arm was anything but expected.

Hinata Hyuga was clinging to Sasuke's left arm like it was a lifeline, her entire body pressed against his side, her massive chest squished against his bicep so hard that her titflesh was bulging out on either side. She was wearing an outfit that made the entire group do a double-take.

Gone was the oversized lavender jacket that had hidden her figure for years. In Naruto's new reality in its place was a new jacket of similar cut — but completely open in the front, hanging wide, framing what lay beneath rather than concealing it. And what lay beneath was a fishnet top — not a tight, opaque one, but a loose, wide-mesh fishnet that did absolutely nothing to hide the enormous, pale, pillowy tits contained within. Her fat pink nipples pressed through the diamond-shaped gaps in the mesh, visible as day, the thin black strings cutting into her soft breast-flesh and creating a grid of mouth-watering bulges. Below that, she wore low-riding hot pants that clung to the dramatic swell of her hips and ass like they'd been painted on by Ino's body-paint artist, the button undone to show a strip of creamy lower belly, the fabric so tight across her crotch that her pussy lips were imprinted in the denim like a wax seal.

Her dark indigo hair was down around her shoulders, and her pale lavender eyes had a soft, warm glow to them — the look of a girl who was deeply, genuinely happy.

She was pressed to Sasuke like she never intended to let go.

"Sasuke..." Naruto breathed. And then his entire face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds. Not a prankster's grin, not a pervert's smirk — a real, honest-to-Kami smile of pure happiness. "Sasuke! You bastard!"

He knew, on some level, that he'd written Sasuke back into existence just hours ago. He knew the booklet had reshaped reality so that his best friend had never left. But knowing it and seeing it — seeing Sasuke right there, alive, smirking, walking the streets of Konoha with his hands in his pockets like he'd never been anywhere else — that was something entirely different. Something that hit Naruto square in the chest and made his eyes sting just a little.

"What's up, dead last?" Sasuke said, stopping a few feet away. His smirk was firmly in place, but his dark eyes were warm. "I heard you shouting from three blocks away. Some things never change."

"Oh, like you're one to talk, you emo bastard! Still dressing like you're attending your own funeral, I see!"

"At least I have a fashion sense, unlike whatever that orange disaster is supposed to be."

"Hey! Orange is a bold choice! It takes confidence!"

"It takes blindness."

"Asshole!"

"Idiot."

They stared at each other for exactly two seconds. Then both of them cracked up at the same time — Naruto throwing his head back in a loud, barking laugh, Sasuke letting out that rare, quiet chuckle that almost nobody ever got to hear. Their hands met in a firm, solid handshake that turned into a brief, hard clasp — the kind of grip that said you're my brother without either of them ever having to say it out loud.

"Good to see you, man," Naruto said, and he meant it more than Sasuke would ever know.

"Yeah," Sasuke replied simply. "Same."

Then Naruto's gaze drifted. It slid sideways, away from Sasuke's face, past his shoulder, and landed squarely on the girl attached to his arm.

Hinata.

Naruto blinked.

He'd known Hinata for years. They'd been classmates since the Academy. She was the quiet one, the shy one, the one who always wore that big baggy jacket and poked her fingers together and sometimes fainted when he talked to her. He'd always thought she was nice, sure. Sweet, even. A little weird, but nice.

He had never — never — seen her like this.

The open jacket framed her like a goddamn painting. The fishnet top was basically a suggestion, a token gesture toward clothing that only served to emphasize the sheer, ridiculous, gravity-defying volume of the tits it was failing to contain. They were massive. Round, full, heavy, pale and smooth as cream, each one bigger than her head, sitting high and proud on her chest despite their size, the pink nipples poking through the mesh like they were trying to escape. They pressed together in a cleavage so deep it could hide weapons — or a man's entire face. Every time Hinata shifted her weight even slightly, they wobbled, and the fishnet strings dug a little deeper into that soft, pillowy flesh, creating new and hypnotic patterns of bulging tit-meat.

Her waist was narrow — absurdly narrow compared to the tits above and the hips below — and those hot pants... Jesus. They rode so low on her wide, womanly hips that the dimples of her pelvis were visible, the waistband straining against curves that had no business being on a girl her age. Her thick, creamy thighs pressed together beneath the frayed denim, the kind of thighs that could crush a watermelon and make a man beg for the privilege of being the watermelon.

Holy shit, Naruto's brain said.

HOLY SHIT, it repeated, louder.

She's been hiding THAT under a baggy jacket this whole time?!

"Hinata?!" he sputtered, and he could hear his own voice crack like he was twelve again. "You— when did you— how—" His eyes were ping-ponging between her tits, her face, her tits, her hips, her tits, her thighs, and her tits. He couldn't help it. They were RIGHT THERE. In FISHNET. Each one was basically a planet with its own atmosphere.

Hinata looked at him — cold, dismissively, "Naruto."

His brain finally rebooted enough to form a complete thought. "What are you two doing together?" He gestured between Sasuke and Hinata, his eyebrows practically touching his hairline. "Since when do you guys even hang out?"

In response, Hinata hugged Sasuke's arm tighter, pressing her massive tits even harder against his bicep. The fishnet creaked. Sasuke's cheek twitched, but he held his composure — barely.

"We're a couple now," Hinata said softly, her lavender eyes bright, a happy blush spreading across her cheeks.

The street went silent.

Sakura's jaw dropped. Tenten choked on nothing. Ino made a noise like a cat being stepped on.

"WHAT?!" came the collective response from the three girls.

Naruto's eyes went wide. "Wait, seriously?! You two? Together? Like, together together?"

"Together together," Sasuke confirmed, with the casual tone of someone announcing the weather. But there was a softness at the corners of his mouth — a small, genuine warmth that had nothing to do with his usual coolness. His arm shifted slightly, adjusting to accommodate Hinata's clinging grip, and his hand settled on hers. A tiny gesture. But it spoke volumes.

"Since WHEN?!" Sakura demanded, her new-girlfriend-of-five-minutes instincts immediately overwhelmed by raw gossip hunger. "How did this happen?! You two have barely spoken to each other! I mean, I didn't even know you two knew each other!"

"How did it happen?" Naruto pressed, leaning forward with genuine curiosity. In the back of his mind, gears were turning. He'd made Hinata the "Naked Pervert of Konoha." He'd written Sasuke back into the village. And now, somehow, the two of them were... together? Had Sasuke run into the Pervert? Had something happened in the park? He didn't know the details — the booklet created reality, but it didn't send him instant replays — but his prankster's intuition was screaming that his meddling was directly responsible for... whatever this was.

Sasuke and Hinata exchanged a glance. It was quick — barely a second — but loaded with shared memory. Something had happened between them. Something neither of them was going to explain to a group of people on a street corner.

"Well," Sasuke said, his smirk returning, "things happen."

"Things happen," Hinata echoed, smiling innocently, her lavender eyes completely inscrutable. Her free hand came up to tuck a strand of indigo hair behind her ear, and the motion made her tits shift and sway inside the fishnet, the mesh stretching audibly.

Naruto squinted at them. He knew he was being dodged. He also knew he'd probably never get the full story. And honestly? That was fine. Whatever chain of ridiculous events his booklet had set off, the end result was Sasuke looking happier than Naruto had seen him in... well, ever. And Hinata was practically glowing.

A grin spread across Naruto's face — a warm one, a real one. "You know what? That's awesome!" He laughed and reached over to grab Sakura, hooking his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side. Sakura stiffened, her cheeks going scarlet, her mouth opening to protest — but she caught Ino and Tenten's wide, threatening eyes behind Naruto's back, silently screaming THE COCK, SAKURA, THINK OF THE COCK — and she shut her mouth. She tolerated the arm. She even, after a moment, leaned into it. Just slightly.

"Check it out, guys!" Naruto announced proudly, giving Sakura's shoulder a squeeze. "Sakura-chan just agreed to be my girlfriend! How about that!"

Sasuke's eyebrow rose. Hinata's eyes widened with genuine surprise. "Oh!" Hinata said, clasping her hands together, which squeezed her massive tits between her arms and nearly launched them out of the fishnet. "Congratulations, Naruto. Sakura-san!"

"Hn. Took you long enough, loser," Sasuke said, but there was approval in his voice.

"So here's what I'm thinking," Naruto continued, pulling Sakura closer, his grin widening to nuclear proportions. "The four of us. Double date. Tomorrow night. You and Hinata, me and Sakura-chan. Dinner, maybe a walk, whatever couples do — I'll figure it out! It'll be incredible!"

Sakura looked up at Naruto, then across at Sasuke and Hinata. The surreality of the moment was not lost on her — twenty-four hours ago, she'd been a normal kunoichi. Now she was Naruto's girlfriend, Sasuke was dating the shyest girl in their class, and she owned a dildo called the Bitch Buster that made her tits inflate. Life came at you fast in Konoha.

"...That actually sounds kind of fun," Sasuke says.

He glanced down at Hinata. She looked up at him, her cheeks pink, her eyes sparkling. Something passed between them — another of those loaded, private glances.

Sasuke said. "We're in."

"Yay!" Hinata beamed, bouncing on her toes — which set her tits into a catastrophic jiggle inside the fishnet that made Naruto's eyes glaze over for a full second before he snapped back to reality.

"GREAT!" Naruto exclaimed, pumping his fist. "Double date! Tomorrow! It's gonna be legendary!"

Behind them, slightly off to the side, Ino stood frozen.

Her body paint was flawless. Her posture was perfect. Her bare tits were out, her pussy was out, the evening breeze was tickling every single inch of her completely naked body — and she didn't notice any of it. Because her entire being was focused on one thing and one thing only.

Sasuke's arm. And the Hyuga bitch wrapped around it.

Sasuke-kun.

Her Sasuke-kun.

The boy she'd been crushing on since the Academy. The brooding, beautiful, mysterious Uchiha prince who she'd fantasized about (when she wasn't fantasizing about Naruto's cock, which was a different category entirely). The boy she'd competed with Sakura over for years.

And he was with Hinata.

Hinata.

The quiet, mousy, finger-poking, slut! That has apparently decided to show up tonight with her tits in a fishnet like some kind of Hyuga harlot — Hinata.

Ino's painted fingers curled into fists at her sides. Her left eye twitched. A muscle in her jaw flexed so hard it could have cracked a walnut.

Tenten, standing next to her, noticed the aura of pure, distilled murder radiating off the blonde and took a cautious half-step sideways. "Ino? You okay, you psychotic bitch?"

"Fine," Ino said, in a voice so flat and controlled that it was more terrifying than any scream. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? Sasuke-kun can date whoever he wants. Even if it's a big-titted Hyuga slut who probably seduced him with those ridiculous cow udders and that innocent act and—"

"Ino."

"I'M FINE, TENTEN!"

Her bare chest was heaving with barely-contained fury, her painted "outfit" doing absolutely nothing to hide the way her nipples had hardened into sharp little points of pure rage. She stared at Hinata — at the way the dark-haired girl was pressing those massive, fishnet-wrapped tits against Sasuke's arm, at the soft, happy smile on her pretty face, at the way Sasuke's fingers were gently resting on her hand — and Ino's soul left her body, did a lap around the moon, and came back angrier.

"Why," Ino whispered through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible, "does Sasuke-kun have to hang out with that... that Hyuga... whore...?"

Tenten patted her gingerly on the bare shoulder. "There, there, you angry naked cunt. There, there."

The night was warm. The stars were bright over Konoha. Two new couples had just been formed — one through calculated cock-negotiations, the other through a mysterious park encounter that neither participant was willing to explain.

And somewhere in the village, a small booklet with a pen tucked into its spine sat in Naruto's back pocket, glowing faintly, waiting for whatever its owner would write next.

Tomorrow was going to be very, very interesting.