Naruto Kinks

I'm not a medical person, so sorry if any of the terminology is just off. >.<

Saku/Sasu: Cleaning/treating wounds, calm and clinical (nurse/doctor) Sakura, (patient) Sasuke being forced to submit to the treatment


Sakura tapped the patient chart nervously against her thigh before taking a deep breath and pushing open the heavy wooden door.

He looked up, dark eyes immediately locking with hers. “Sakura!”

She nodded her recognition but said nothing as she closed the door quietly behind her. He had never seen her at work before, and she needed to make sure that she maintained control of the situation.

“Sakura,” he said again, struggling lightly against the nurses' unwanted doting. “Tell them there's nothing wrong with me.”

Sakura pursed her lips in annoyance. Three nurses for one patient was overkill. Three of the hospital's most beautiful, blond nurses clinging to her patient was enough to make her explode. She flipped through the chart hastily to redirect her anger. It wouldn't do to cause injuries when she was here to heal them.

“Your vitals all appear to be fine,” she consented after a few moments, snapping the folder shut.

He visibly relaxed, shoulders slumping some as he turned to the nearest girl and huffed, “See? I don't need—”

“According to this chart you were brought in for a laceration on the inside of your left thigh,” Sakura added, cutting him off. “I'll need you to remove your pants so I can have a quick look, Sasuke-kun.”

He sputtered, the paper sheet crinkling as he clenched his hands beside him. “Tch. I'm telling you it's nothing. I'm not—”

“Sasuke-kun.” She smiled at him sweetly, her patience wearing thin. “That wasn't a request. Now you can strip behind that curtain over there or I'll have these three lovely nurses cut your clothes off.”

She turned to the sink, washing her hands swiftly before extracting a pair of latex gloves. She paused before pulling them on, looking to him for an indication of where this would go. They could do this the easy way or they could do it the complicated way. She made sure to let that truth show through in her stance.

He glared at her a moment before finally relenting, “Fine, whatever. I'll do it.”

She smiled again, this time more genuine and turned to the nurses. “You're dismissed.” When they only gaped at her she added, “Now, ladies.”

They scuttled out of the room, making sure she caught their miffed glances.

Now that they were alone she focused her attention back on Sasuke. “You can pull the curtain closed when you're ready. There's a gown back there on the bench, and I'll need you to lie flat on your back for the examination.”

Sasuke rose from the table, making sure to keep the pressure on his injured leg light as he hopped down. He shrugged before explaining, “Doesn't matter.” But he hesitated before reaching for the hem of his shirt.

He glared at her as he peeled his shirt off right there in front of the table, as if he would force her into blushing or turning away, but she only worked her fingers into the gloves as he unbuckled the front of his pants and let them drop to the floor.

She waited, unmoving, and he looked away as he slipped out of his boxers. He stood for a moment, awkwardly, naked before her and then eased back into the table, lying down as she had instructed.

She neared, flipping on an overhead lamp and pulling it close to illuminate his body. He winced, turning his face away from the light, but she ignored his reaction. The blood had run down his leg, staining his skin in rivulets.

“How long have you been hemorrhaging?”

She poked at the gash, lightly with her fingers and he clenched his jaw.

“A few hours, maybe.”

“Well, luckily it looks pretty clean,” she said, face inches from his groin as she examined the wound more closely. “You aren't showing any signs of nerve damage, and I can't see any damage to the tendons. You're not experiencing any burning, tingling sensation?”

“No.”

She pulled back to make eye contact, hand still on his inner thigh as she confirmed, “I can heal it in a few minutes.”

He didn't say anything, but she could see the slight flush to his face so she turned back to her work, concentrating as she called forth her chakra.

Afterwards, she tossed the blood-soiled gloves into the bio-hazard waste bin, but shook her head as he began to sit up.

He shot her an exasperated look but complied. She shut the lamp off and he stared blankly at the ceiling as she began rubbing circles over the area with her fingers. “Is there any tenderness or discomfort?” she asked, adding pressure to the touch.

A small noise caught in the back of his throat and he squirmed lightly as she continued. “No.”

He was watching her now so she moved her massaging up and closer to his groin, at the same time adding her other hand, wrist brushing over his balls. “And here?”

He tried to sit up then, embarrassed at his forming erection, but when he opened his mouth to protest, he couldn't think of anything to say. He looked at her from where he was propped on his elbows and nearly gasped as he answered, “No.”

“Good,” she smiled, hand moving to cup his balls. “And what about here? Any problems with tenderness or swelling?” She pressed down lightly, rubbing with her palm.

“Swelling?” he repeated, eyes slightly wide as he watched her fondle him. “Uh.”

He laid back against the table, squeezing his eyes shut as she continued, waiting for his answer. His breathing was coming faster and heavier, his erection full-blown and inexcusable. “Yeah, I've got some swelling.”

He could feel his cheeks burning and wanted to curse himself but found it hard to do anything except lie there under the scrutiny of her examine.

“Where? Here?” she asked, hand moving to grip his cock and he nodded, letting out a shaky breath as she began pumping lightly.

“Sasuke-kun.”

He opened his eyes at the sound of his name falling from her lips. He looked to her with pleading eyes because somehow he had fallen victim while he was acting the patient.

“Your breathing has become labored.”

He nodded, never taking his eyes from her as she increased her speed. He swallowed back a moan, not wanting to be heard outside of the room and panted, “Please, doctor.”

Sakura grinned, drawing chakra into her other hand before pressing it into his balls, rubbing two fingers behind them, and he arched clear off the table when she forced her chakra in, triggering him to release. The orgasm struck violently and without warning, and he was unable to keep from crying out as he emptied himself.

“Sakura,” he breathed as she rose to wash her hands in the sink once more.

She turned to look at him when she finished, scribbling her signature in the back of the chart. She tossed the chart on the table and heading for the door explained, “You're free for discharge.”