Naruto-ReBorn as a Baker

Chapter 250: Morning Revelations

The morning sun crept gently through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room where Malik and Sakura had spent the night or at least where Sakura slept over the night. The soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a serene backdrop to the peaceful morning. Inside, the atmosphere was about to become much less tranquil.

Malik, waking up earlier than Sakura, took a moment to appreciate the quiet beauty of the dawn. His mind still replayed fragments of the previous night's joy and camaraderie, but as he turned to Sakura, his focus shifted entirely to her. The morning light illuminated her features, accentuating the contours of her face and the strands of pink hair that fanned out on the pillow around her.

She was still wearing her swimsuit from the day before, the fabric slightly askew. Malik couldn't help but notice the way it clung to her form, outlining her generous curves and the faint hint of pink that peeked out mischievously from beneath the fabric. Despite the playful night, a certain softness remained in his gaze as he admired her.

Moving closer, Malik began to wake her with gentle, loving kisses. Each touch of his lips against her skin was tender, calculated to rouse her with affection rather than irritation. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, and traced the line of her jaw with the lightness of a feather.

Sakura stirred, her initial reaction a soft hum of contentment. However, as she became more aware and her senses kicked in, she wrinkled her nose. The smell of Malik—sweaty and sticky from his nocturnal activities—cut through her sleepy haze. Her eyes snapped open, her earlier relaxation flipping into annoyance.

"Malik, what the— You smell like a gym locker room!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with both disgust and a hint of amusement.

Malik grinned, unabashed and unrepentant. "Good morning to you too, beautiful," he replied cheekily. His arms were already snaking around her, pulling her closer despite her protests. "A small price to pay for a night of heroics, wouldn't you say?"

Sakura's response was to push at his chest, but the effort was half-hearted. Her hands found his shoulders, and despite her complaints, her fingers dug into his skin, betraying her growing desire. Malik's lips found hers, and any further protests melted into the warmth of their kiss.

Their morning disagreement quickly turned into a more passionate reunion. Sakura wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles that tensed under her touch. Malik deepened the kiss, his hands exploring the familiar yet always thrilling contours of her body.

The room, filled with the scent of the ocean and the lingering traces of last night's escapades, now buzzed with the electric energy of their connection. The outside world, the previous night's fun, and the complications of their relationships faded into the background, leaving only the intensity of their present interaction.

As they finally parted, breathless and with faces flushed, Sakura's initial irritation had transformed into a different kind of frustration—a desire for more, mixed with the chaotic feelings stirred up by their complex relationship.

Malik looked into her eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Still think I smell terrible?"

Sakura, her breath still heavy, managed a weak shove against his chest. "Maybe," she said, the edge in her voice softened by affection. "But you make up for it in other ways."

They shared a laugh, the sound mingling with the soft crash of the waves outside—a perfect, if complex, start to a new day.

Sakura's eyes widened as she glanced down, finally taking in the fact that Malik was still completely naked from the night before. Her gaze lingered on his chubby frame, taking in the soft curves of his belly and the way his still-hard cock jutted out, twitching slightly with anticipation.

"Malik," she said, her voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement, "you're still naked. And, uh, quite excited, I might add."

Malik grinned, his hands trailing down her back to grip her ass, pulling her closer. "Well, beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "I can't help it. You have that effect on me."

Sakura rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Flatterer," she muttered, her body already betraying her, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her swimsuit.

Malik, sensing her weakening resolve, pressed on. "Come on, Sakura," he said, his voice turning to a whine as he begged, "I've been so good, waiting for you to wake up. Don't you want to take care of your poor, neglected fiancé?"

He punctuated his plea with a soft, desperate kiss, his hips bucking slightly to rub his cock against her. Sakura groaned, her body responding to the touch, the kiss, the feel of him.

"Malik," she warned, her voice weak, "I'm not in the mood for your games right now."

"Please, Sakura," he whispered, his hands moving to her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, "just once this time, no more after that. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Sakura hesitated, her body warring with her mind. She knew she should resist, should hold out, should make him wait. But as she looked into his pleading pink eyes, as she felt the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock, she felt herself caving.

"Fine," she sighed, her voice barely audible. "But just this once. And you better make it good."

Malik's face lit up with triumph, his hands already moving to pull down her bikini bottoms. "You won't regret it, beautiful," he promised, his voice filled with desire and determination.

Malik, driven by a mix of desire, gratitude, and a touch of desperation, wasted no time in making good on his promise. With Sakura's bikini bottoms discarded, he found himself face to face with her hairy pussy, the sight of it sending a jolt of excitement through him. He could smell her arousal, see the wetness glistening on her folds, and he couldn't wait any longer.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips, and with one swift, forceful thrust, he was inside her. Sakura gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets as she arched her back, taking him in completely. Malik groaned, the sensation of her tight, wet pussy enveloping him, her hairy lips rubbing against his cock, driving him wild.

"Fuck, Sakura," he muttered, his voice laced with pleasure and desperation, "you feel so good. So fucking good."

And with that, he began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady, rhythmic motion. He pulled back, almost all the way out, before slamming back into her, burying himself to the hilt. Sakura moaned, her body rocking with each thrust, her hairy pussy clenching around him, drawing him deeper with each stroke.

Malik's hands roamed her body, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and teasing as he continued to pound into her. Sakura's moans grew louder, her body tensing with pleasure as he worked her with his cock and his mouth.

Malik could feel it, the pressure building in his balls, the tingling at the base of his spine. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with Sakura's hairy pussy gripping him so tightly, not with the sounds she was making, not with the way her body was responding to his touch. He thrust harder, faster, his hips slapping against hers, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room.

"Come on, Sakura," he grunted, his voice hoarse with effort, "cum for me. Let me feel you cum on my cock."

And with that, Sakura's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, her hairy pussy pulsing around him, was enough to send Malik over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock twitching as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum.

As they both came down from their high, Malik collapsed on top of her, his body slick with new sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sakura, her limbs boneless, could only manage a weak laugh, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.

"Well," she said, her voice soft and satisfied, "I guess you did make it worth my while."

Malik chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. "I told you I would," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. Malik, still buried deep inside Sakura, savored the feeling of her pussy clenching around him, her warmth enveloping him. He could feel his cock throbbing, still hard and eager, despite his recent orgasm. He leaned up, his hands moving to her pink pubic hair, his fingers tangling in the soft, curly strands. He loved the way it framed her pussy, the way it felt against his skin, the way it smelled—like her, musky and sweet.

He looked up at her, taking in her beauty—her fair skin flushed with pleasure, her green eyes gleaming with satisfaction, her pink hair fanned out around her. He was overcome with lust and love, his emotions intertwining, fueling his desire. Without a word, he began to move, his hips thrusting with renewed vigor, his cock sliding in and out of her hairy pussy with increasing speed.

Sakura gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and pleasure as he took her with newfound intensity. Her fingers dug into his back, her nails scraping against his skin as she held on, her body rocking with each thrust. Malik's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and kneading, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and teasing as he continued to pound into her.

"Malik," Sakura moaned, her voice filled with desire and astonishment, "what's gotten into you?"

Malik grinned, his voice laced with lust and affection. "I just can't get enough of you, beautiful," he said, his hips slapping against hers, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room once again. "I want to make you cum again, make you scream my name, make you remember this moment, this feeling, forever."

And with that, he redoubled his efforts, his cock sliding in and out of her hairy pussy with increasing speed and force. Sakura's moans grew louder, her body tensing with pleasure as she climbed closer and closer to her peak. Malik could feel it once again, the tight pressure building inside his balls, the heat and tingling sensation at the base of his spine. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with Sakura's pussy gripping him so tightly, not with the sounds she was making, not with the way her body was responding to his touch.

"Come on, Sakura," he grunted, his voice hoarse with effort, "cum for me. Let me feel you cum on my cock again."

And with that, Sakura's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, her hairy pussy pulsing around him, was enough to send Malik over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his cock twitching as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum again.

"Wow," she murmured, her voice soft and satisfied, "I don't know if I can keep up with you."

Malik chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. "I told you, beautiful," he said, his voice filled with love and pride, "I always find a way to make you scream."

And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, Malik, still basking in the glow of their shared orgasm, pulled himself out of Sakura's hairy pussy, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He looked down, taking in the sight of her pink, swollen lips, the thick folds of her meat curtains peeking out from beneath the remnants of her bikini bottoms. He could smell her arousal, a mix of their sweat, cum, and her unique scent, and it only served to fuel his desire.

Without a word, he moved down her body, his hands pushing her thighs apart, making room for him. Sakura, still lost in her post-orgasm haze, barely registered his movement, her body limp and sated. But as he buried his face in her pussy, his tongue finding her clit, she gasped, her body jerking with surprise and pleasure.

"Malik!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of shock and delight. "What are you— Oh god, that feels so good."

Malik, driven by a mix of desire and a need to please her, didn't answer. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, his tongue exploring every inch of her hairy pussy. He lapped at her folds, tasting the salty sweetness of her arousal, of their combined fluids. He could feel her thick meat curtains, the soft, fleshy lips of her vulva, against his tongue, and he reveled in the sensation.

He sucked on her clit, his tongue flicking back and forth over the sensitive nub, feeling it swell and harden under his touch. Sakura moaned, her fingers finding his hair, gripping tightly as she ground her pussy against his face, seeking more friction, more pleasure.

Malik, eager to please, complied. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, his tongue continuing to work her clit as he fingered her, feeling her tight, wet pussy clench around him. He could feel her body tensing, her legs shaking as she neared another orgasm.

"Malik," she gasped, her voice filled with desperation, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fucking cum so hard."

And with that, Sakura's body convulsed, her pussy pulsing as she came, her orgasm washing over her. Malik, his face drenched with her juices, continued to lap at her, to finger her, to draw out her pleasure until she was spent and boneless beneath him.

As he finally pulled back, his face glistening with her cum, he looked up at her, his pink eyes filled with love and satisfaction. "I love making you cum, Sakura," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "And I love tasting you, feeling you, pleasing you."

Sakura, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, could only smile down at him, her heart filled with love and affection. "I love you too, Malik," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "And I'm so lucky to have you."

Sakura, her body still humming with pleasure, sat up with a groan. She looked down at Malik, who was still lying on the bed, his cock hard and twitching, his eyes filled with lust as he gazed at her. She smirked, knowing what he was thinking.

"Come on," she said, her voice filled with amusement, "let's get you cleaned up."

She stood, her giant, fat ass bouncing with the movement. Malik groaned, his hand already wrapping around his cock, jerking it slowly as he watched her. Sakura looked back at him, her green eyes gleaming with mischief, and gave her ass a little shake, making it jiggle even more.

"Like what you see?" she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Malik could only nod, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched her. Sakura, enjoying the effect she was having on him, turned and walked towards the bathroom, her hips swaying, her ass bouncing with each step.

Malik, unable to resist, got up and followed her, his hand still working his cock. He watched as she turned on the shower, the steam filling the room. She looked back at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Come on, then," she said, her voice filled with challenge, "let's get you cleaned up."

Malik, his cock throbbing with need, stepped into the shower behind her. He pressed himself against her, his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, his hands reaching around to cup her breasts. Sakura moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as he began to play with her nipples, to tease her.

"Malik," she gasped, her voice filled with desire, "we're supposed to be cleaning up."

"Mmm, yes," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "but I can't help it. You're just so... tempting."

And with that, he slid his hand down her body, his fingers finding her hairy pussy, slipping inside her with ease. Sakura moaned, her body convulsing as he fingered her, as he teased her clit with his thumb. She reached back, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it in time with his fingers, drawing out his pleasure.

As the steam filled the room, as the sound of the shower filled their ears, they continued to pleasure each other, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. And as they finally stepped out of the shower, their bodies clean and sated, they knew that this was just the beginning of another amazing day together.

As they stepped out of the shower, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the warmth of the water, Sakura immediately noticed Malik's still-hard cock. She rolled her eyes, her voice taking on a bossy, almost angry tone.

"Malik," she said, her hands on her hips, "we can't spend all morning having 'fun'. We have things to do, places to be."

Malik, his eyes locked onto her body, looked up at her, his expression pleading. "But Sakura, I'm still so horny. Can't we just—"

Sakura held up a hand, cutting him off. "No," she said firmly, "I can't keep up with you. I'm sore, I'm tired, and I have things to do."

She turned and walked over to a laundry basket in the corner of the room. She rummaged through it for a moment before pulling out a pair of her dirty panties. She held them up, her expression a mixture of exasperation and mischief.

"Here," she said, tossing the panties at him. "Take care of yourself. And be quick about it."

Malik, caught off guard, fumbled to catch the panties. He looked up at her, a mix of surprise and embarrassment on his face. "What? Why?"

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "Because it's either that or I leave you here with blue balls. And I can't have that on my conscience."

Malik, his face flushing, looked down at the panties in his hand. He could smell her arousal, her unique scent still clinging to the fabric. He felt a shiver of desire run through him, his cock twitching with anticipation.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice filled with resignation. "I'll finish up. But you owe me."

Sakura smirked, walking over to him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll make it up to you later," she promised. "Now, hurry up. We've got things to do."

And with that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Malik alone with his thoughts, his hard cock, and her dirty panties. He looked down at them, a small smile playing on his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, ready to make good on his promise.