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★ nsfw meme:Send in ⁇ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours while bathing
Sakura’s first thought: Oh, my God.
Then: I need to go.
(Finally, after, when she’s outside of the room, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily: She is so fucking beautiful.)
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The image was seared into her brain after that; there was no turning back. No matter how long she lay in bed at night, trying to think about something (anything) else, all Sakura could see was her: Hinata, lying back in the bath, dark hair piled in a messy bun atop her head and chest flushed from the heat of the water. Her soft lips had opened in an ‘O’ when Sakura opened the door, and she’d lifted her hands to cover her breasts, but Sakura had still caught a brief glimpse of rosy-pink nipples.
Rolling over with a groan, Sakura pressed her face into her pillow and tangled her legs in the sheets. Imagine Kakashi-sensei with duck lips, she thought. Imagine Naruto pigging out on his fifth bowl of ramen. Imagine Ino-pig kissing Sai—ugh, gross. That last one got her for a moment, and she forced her mind onto other topics from there, finally allowing herself to fall into a fitful sleep.
(She dreamed of following every drop of water sliding down Hinata’s neck with her tongue—warm and wet, down, down, down.)
