It had all started as a harmless joke, team ten without the authority of Kakashi to stop them, had released a bunch of doves wearing silly little hats out in the main market. It all started to get out of control when the birds started to defecate everywhere, which in turn drew the attention of the Konoha military police.
The trio then had to split after the police started chasing them, hoping to prevent getting arrested together. Sakura must have gotten the short straw since she manages to get caught almost immediately, by none other than the Chief of police himself.
She is pressed up against the wall of an abandoned building that she went into while trying to evade capture. A decision she now regrets in hindsight considering that the two of them are now entirely alone, cut-off from the smaller street she reached before getting ensnared.
"Three Jounin in their early 20s shouldn't be orchestrating such a childish prank, total waste of my time." Fugaku growls in the kunoichi's ear as he is placing her arms behind her back to put hand cuffs around her wrists.
Sakura will have no problem breaking free of restraints reserved for the use on civilians but decides not to try her luck. Recognizing his choice to use hand cuffs as a trap to land her in more trouble and consequently earn herself more community service.
"Thought that the top dog of the force had better things to do chase after kids." She shoots back, unable to hold back on her attitude.
The atmosphere around them turn ominous as Fugaku's demeanor shifts, his now red eyes lighting up the dark in this room. He leans in, pressing Sakura further into the cold, damp concrete wall with his body.
"It's 'Sir' to you, better do your best to remember that." He hisses, his breath hot against the skin of her neck. Hands diving underneath her skirt to pull her shorts and panties down to her knees. "I think I'll have you preform community service right here instead of assigning it to you later."
Fugaku's words has Sakura gasping for air as fear and arousal rises in anticipation of what's to come. Being restrained and unable to move her arms freely is as much of a hinderance as it's thrilling.
A sharp yelp leaves her as he runs a finger along her slit, the smirk against her shoulder tells her that she's wet. The sound of a zipper being lowered causes Sakura to groan and him to chuckle darkly.
"You certainly live up to your reputation, Haruno. Completely untouched yet soaked and eager for cock after only being manhandled." Fugaku taunts her with a wicked smirk on his lips, lining himself up with her entrance.
Sakura can only moan in response as he sheaths himself inside of her, arching her back to get deeper penetration. The Uchiha patriarch is different from the rest in the way he slowly pulls out of her, the drag of his cock feeling wonderful against her sensitive walls. Before slamming back into her, hard and deep, with a tight grip on her hips that's bound to leave bruises after.
It's a great mix of soft and rough that has Sakura's eyes rolling into the back of her skull. Every intense thrust knocking the air out of her lungs, leaving her with little time to recover before pounding her into her again.
Sakura has no choice but to take the abuse of her hole since there's little space for her between the wall and the Uchiha. Her strained moans echoing of the walls as her insides and brain is turned into mush.
She can't touch her clit with her hands restrained behind her back but she can still feel the pleasure start to build any way. Fugaku moans deeply from the way she's squeezing him, looking down at how her cunt is trying to keep him from pulling out.
The coil in Sakura's abdomen continues to tighten as he keeps on fucking into her hard. Her legs have started to tremble by the time an orgasm takes a hold of her body. Shamelessly moaning and walls fluttering around the cock inside of her as she comes.
"Coming around a man never gets old, huh?" Fugaku teases her as he maintains the same pace throughout her orgasm.
When the aftershock of her orgasm has run its course, Sakura is left limp in the Uchiha patriarch's grip. Acting more like a rag doll than a person as he continues to use her body for his pleasure. She can feel herself drooling but can't do anything to stop it.
His breath has begun to sound hitched as he start to pull out faster and his thrust back in becoming sloppier. Sakura can see over her shoulder that his eyes are tightly shut from the pleasure overriding his body.
Fugaku comes with an outdrawn groan, pumping her full of his cum. Which forms a pool at their feet as it leaks out of her twitching hole after he pulls out. Sakura stays put leaning against the wall while puts himself back into his pants.
The sound of the hand cuffs coming off drags her out of the fucked-out state she was stuck in, rubbing her sore wrists before pulling her shorts back up. A shower is the first thing on her agenda since she must look awful right now.
The Uchiha patriarch looks at her with a wicked grin. "Thanks for entertaining my wife the other day by the way." He says before disappearing into thin air.