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Confidence is really not her thing.
Actually, confidence has always been Sakura’s problem so it should be no surprise that her heart is practically hammering out of her chest as she sits in her usual spot on their couch. Both Sasuke and Naruto have joined her at her request—Sasuke in his chair and Naruto on the side of the couch closest the door—and wear expressions that reveal varying levels of concern. She doesn’t blame them. Sakura’s fairly concerned herself.
They’re going to talk. Finally.
And by talk, she means that she’s going to try confessing to them both—again—and pray it doesn’t blow up in all of their faces like it has every other time so far. She’s terrified, but the time is finally right. This isn’t a desperate heat-of-the-moment confession, squeaked out on the battlefield because there might not be another chance, but something she’s carved time out for. Actually having time to consider her actions is a whole new level of terrifying, for sure, but for the first time Sakura actually feels...well, not confident but something close to that.
There’s no guarantee that this will go the way she wants it to. Even with all the clues Sakura thinks she’s managed to piece together, the only people who can tell her how they feel are Naruto and Sasuke themselves, but at least she can rest assured that she gave them her best shot.
"I think that we're being a little ridiculous," Sakura begins, eyes focused on the way her toes flex in her socks. She hears Naruto make an inquisitive noise, and even though Sasuke doesn't react, she's positive he's listening.
She keeps her eyes firmly lowered, gathering the courage she needs for this conversation.
"If I'm wrong though—if I'm wrong, I want you to tell me. I'm working on a lot of assumptions here, and I…" Sakura exhales sharply, willing herself to stop waffling, and raises her head. "I really think this could work, but we all have to want it, okay? If we're not all equally committed, there's no point."
Sensing the comment is predominantly directed at him, Sasuke raises his eyebrows.
"You know I love you."
Sasuke's eyebrows, if possible, raise higher. He nods, though, slow and confused as it may be, and his acknowledgement gives Sakura the freedom she needs to focus her attention on Naruto instead.
His face is contorted in a painful grimace—like he just found one of Sakura’s textbooks with his bare pinkie toe. As soon as he notices her looking, Naruto tries to morph his expression into a supportive smile, but too much misery seeps through the edges of his facade to be anything close to believable. Sakura’s heart clenches painfully. Somehow the smile cuts so much deeper than any open anguish he displayed before. If anything, seeing Naruto fail to fake happiness—having actual proof that the idea of her dating Sasuke causes him distress—convinces Sakura more than anything that this is the only path forward.
Being with Sasuke would make her happy, maybe even happy enough to live a full life, but not at the cost of Naruto’s smile. Never that. Not just because she feels she owes him—which admittedly plays a small part in the decision—but because she loves him. She can’t be happy with Sasuke if Naruto’s sad because her happiness is intrinsically tied to Naruto’s.
And maybe that’s a bit clingy. Maybe that’s a sign of codependence that she should really look into, but Sakura can’t bring herself to care. She needs them. Sakura’s woven Sasuke and Naruto so tightly into her life, into herself, that she literally can not conceive of a future where she has to let either one of them go.
It feels greedy. It feels like she’s asking for too much, and it’s hard to shake the feeling like the universe is going to strike her down where she sits for reaching out to both of them.
Sakura grabs Naruto’s hand anyway.
“But I love you, too, Naruto. I really do.” She squeezes his hand to emphasize her sincerity. Naruto blinks, bewildered, and Sakura tries not to focus on how sad that makes her. Her grip on his hand tightens, but she can’t be certain whether she’s trying to anchor herself or Naruto in that moment. “I—I made a lot of mistakes in Iron,” she says, and she feels the way both boys simultaneously recoil even as their attention sharpens. “One of them was my confession to you, but—no, not for the reason you think! I just...I approached it the wrong way. I thought that offering you my affection would free you from your promise to bring Sasuke home. I thought you were forcing yourself to do it for me, and I knew it was hurting you, and I...I just wanted you to stop hurting. I couldn’t stand watching you in pain like that, and I thought I was the cause.” Sakura shakes her head, smiling ruefully, and adds, “Stupid thought, in retrospect. We each had plenty of reason to chase Sasuke across the globe on our own.”
“What, uh, what do you mean by that, Sakura?”
He’s nervous, fidgeting under her gaze, and of all the things Sakura anticipated he might react to, that was not it. Still, he hasn’t called her a liar this time, so things are actually going pretty well, all things considered.
“I know you loved me when we were kids,” she says, and gods is it unnerving to say that. He made no secret of his crush when they were genin, but even though he’s pestered her for dates since he’s been back, Sakura has no guarantee that the feelings are anything deeper than that. He hasn’t denied her, though, so Sakura forges forward to the more difficult part of the conversation. “But I..I think you’re in love with Sasuke too, Naruto.”
Instead of going wide-eyed or loudly denying it, Naruto slumps against the couch with a defeated sigh. “So you figured it out. What gave me away?”
Although she’s relieved she hasn’t just caused a public revelation of his feelings, Sakura can’t deny being confused.
“Wait, you knew?!”
"Well, yeah, of course," Naruto says with a roll of his eyes, "I've always been a mess for Sasuke. Jiraiya was actually the one to help me figure out why I was so desperate to save Sasuke, believe it or not. I was so in love with you that I was convinced I was straight—didn’t even realize ‘both’ was an option."
Sakura feels a wave of fondness for the late Toad Sage. His romance novels feature an overwhelming number of straight protagonists, so she’s glad he was able to approach the conversation with any sort of sensitivity. She misjudged him—at least partially.
“But look, I’ll deal with it, okay?” Naruto takes the chance to squeeze her hand reassuringly. That, combined with his melancholy tone, causes Sakura’s eyebrows to narrow suspiciously. She has a feeling she won’t like the words that come out of Naruto’s mouth next, and that niggling suspicion solidifies when he continues, “You and Sasuke are perfect for eachother—I’ve known it since the Chunin exams. I’ll...I can move out next weekend, maybe, and then—”
“No,” Sakura and Sasuke declare in unison, forcefully cutting off their teammate’s rambling plan before it can get a single step further.
The echo startles both of them. Sakura looks at Sasuke only to find him regarding her with the same mild interest and surprise. Clearly neither of them expected the backup, but the idea of Naruto leaving the apartment—them—was so reprehensible that they both had to object. That train of thought needed to be cut off immediately. Sasuke nods at her, and her heart swells at the show of solidarity. If nothing else, they’re united on this front.
“See? Like that.” Naruto points between the two of them like they’ve just proven his point. “You’re both on an entirely different wavelength—you don’t even need words to communicate.”
That’s rich, coming from the man who claims to be able to understand Sasuke’s heart through fists alone, and Sakura grinds her teeth to stop herself from snapping at him. Her patience is wearing thin, but she digs up the last of it to gentle her tone as she tries again.
“Naruto, haven’t you been listening to me? I love bo—”
He pulls his hand out of hers, successfully derailing her attempt to reason with him.
“I don’t want your pity, Sakura, okay?” Naruto declares, voice as frosty as the time he shot down her first confession. “I know you’re trying to avoid hurting me, and I love you for that, Sakura, but that doesn’t mean you’re in love with me. I think pretending that you are hurts me more than just accepting that it will never happen.”
Okay, enough of this bullshit.
Sakura springs from her spot on the couch and grabs two handfuls of the front of his shirt, hauling him to the edge of his cushion.
“You do not get to tell me how I feel, Naruto,” she growls. They’re so close their noses are practically touching and her eyes are immediately drawn to that damn freckle on his lip. “You don’t know how much you brighten my day when you tell me ‘welcome home.’ When I hear you in the kitchen before my alarm goes off, I get up early so that I can spend a couple extra minutes having tea with you even though I’m fucking exhausted. When I’m sitting next to you on the couch all I want is to burrow under your arm and hope you never let me go, and you know what? I do want to avoid hurting you. I do go out of my way to make your day better if I can, and it’s not because I pity you, it’s because I would give up anything and everything for you and, yes! Yes that does mean that I love you, you—you—”
What exactly Naruto is, Sakura never finds out, because his lips press to hers before she can come up with a suitable descriptor.
There’s more force than she imagined there would be, fueled by their high emotions. His teeth clack against hers, and Sakura bites at his lip, at that damn freckle, in protest before going back for more. It's not her first kiss, but it's the first kiss that means something to her, and she channels that into the kiss—desperately trying to convey through action what Naruto didn’t believe through words.
Eventually they both pull back, breathing heavy. Sucking in deep gulps of air slowly restores the sense of equilibrium that was lost in the moment.
"Wow," Naruto says, resting his forehead against her.
Sakura chuckles and rubs her nose against his, soft and fond. "Yeah."
And it was amazing. It was a breathtaking, heart pounding rush of connectedness that still has Sakura's body thrumming with energy. It was wonderful, and everything she hoped for, but there’s still something...missing.
As one, Naruto and Sakura part and swing their focus to Sasuke.
Even though they've both recently admitted they're in love with him, he flinches back from them—a haunted expression marring his features. Sakura frowns, concerned she's misread the situation. Has she imagined his devotion to them because she wanted to see it? Maybe their affection is more one sided than she thought—maybe he really has only been tolerating their friendship. Her heart clenches at the thought.
“You both will be better off if you forget you ever loved me,” Sasuke says, but his hand is squeezing the armrest of his chair in a white-knuckle grip—like his hold on the chair is the only thing keeping him from joining them. “You deserve better than to have the great Uchiha traitor dragging you two down. You don’t need me.”
Oh, Sasuke.
Naruto and Sakura exchange a look before he stands as well. She steps backwards to accommodate him but doesn’t relinquish her hold on his shirt. Naruto doesn’t ask her to. Instead he offers his freehand to their teammate, the last member of this potential triad, coaxing him to join them.
“We chased you across the Five Nations, Sasuke. We need you—we want you. Deserve has nothing to do with it."
Sasuke’s nostrils flare and the chair groans under his grip, but he doesn’t move. “I can’t—I…" Obsidian eyes that smolder with restrained emotion clench shut as Sasuke fights for resolve. He shakes his head. "That would be the most selfish thing I’ve ever done. Even I'm not that much of an asshole.”
“Not even close,” Naruto scoffs, “Besides, we’re all agreeing to share here. That’s, like, the least selfish or asshole-y thing you can do.”
Either Sasuke finds that argument particularly compelling, or his restraint finally snaps, because there's a warm presence at her back seconds later. She reaches up automatically to thread one hand through his soft hair and gasps when hot lips press against her exposed skin.
“I’ve never wanted anyone but you two,” Sasuke confesses into the crook of her neck.
Sakura shudders. The sensation of Sasuke's breath on her neck is...captivating, but it's the admission that does her in. It took three confessions and years of angst ridden pining, but Sasuke has finally accepted her feelings—accepted them. She shoves the malicious part of her that whispers that Sakura's just part of a packaged deal, that if he could have Naruto without her he would, and enjoys the moment.
This. This is what she wants.
And yeah, it's a bit unbalanced—in more ways than one. Facing each other means it's easier for Naruto and Sasuke to clasp hands than hold her, but Sakura doesn't mind so much when she's sandwiched between them.
A lot more than their height has changed since Team 7’s first group photo, but that's the thing Sakura focuses on as Naruto bends down to press kisses to her other shoulder with ease. She knows both of her teammates are taller than her now in that distant kind of way one knows magenta doesn’t actually exist. A fact often forgotten until it suddenly becomes relevant again at which point she can cock her head and say, “Oh. I knew that.”
Here, pressed between her boys, Sakura realizes that knowing she’s the shortest didn’t mean she knew what it might feel like to be pressed between them now. She had no way to imagine that the heat from their skin would make her feel like she was burning up herself. She didn’t know that feeling Sasuke’s erection pressing against her stomach and Naruto’s against her back would send a ripple of desire through her strong enough to make her knees give out. She couldn’t have known that her boys would press against her tightly enough that she would remain upright anyway.
Sakura has all but abandoned scratching Sasuke’s scalp for gasping against it as she falls prey to the sensations. The fuzzy vignette of her vision widens and condenses with every flex of her fingers in Sasuke’s shirt. If she wasn't holding on, she'd be on the floor. Probably because of this, Naruto’s one hand has come to rest on one of her hips. Following his teammate's lead in the way they tend to do unconsciously, Sasuke's arm wraps around, just under the curve of her breasts, lending her his support.
Between the two of them they have enough hands to hold her.
It’s ridiculous enough to help her regain her focus. She grins and looks up, about to crack a joke she hasn’t quite worked out the words to, when all the words promptly jam in her throat.
Over the years, Sakura has been in the middle of plenty of Naruto and Sasuke’s heated exchanges. Although she's never actually been an active participant, she knows all the steps of their bait-and-response dance for all that she’s never actually been a participant. Because of this, she easily identifies Naruto’s crooked smile—wide enough to flash one canine—as a taunt. The snarl on Sasuke’s face says he’s falling for it, and then he’s pushing past her shoulder to capture Naruto’s mouth in a kiss.
Well, Sakura’s never quite been in the middle of an exchange like this before.
Not that she has any plans of complaining; Sakura’s vantage point is perfect for watching her boys smash their lips together in one of the most aggressive kisses she’s ever seen. There’s a gratuitous amount of teeth involved, and Sakura can feel them grinding into her as they jostle for the more dominant position.
Naruto’s hand abandons its post on her hip to clench Sasuke's shirt and attempts to drag the Uchiha even closer. This attempt is thwarted primarily by the fact that the only space left between them is the air in Sakura’s lungs. A fact which promptly makes itself known as Sakura suddenly wheezes between them.
They pull back immediately. Sakura regrets the loss for all that she’s still sputtering weakly.
A devilish idea pops into her head then. Just the barest niggling of a fleeting thought. Before her courage can desert her, Sakura drops to the floor to act on it—
—and promptly lands on Sasuke’s foot with her knee.
“Fuck!”
He wrenches away from them, snarling incomprehensible curses under his breath. Sakura can only clasp her hands over her mouth in horror as Sasuke awkwardly hops on one foot. Naruto is doubled over from laughter and generally being absolutely no help whatsoever.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Sasuke!” Sakura exclaims, reaching for him, “Here, let me look at it.”
For one horrible second it looks like Sasuke might refuse. His brow is creased in a deep frown and he looks royally pissed, but he relents and offers the foot Sakura smashed back to her. Green chakra surrounds her hands as she bends over to examine Sasuke’s foot. Nothing’s broken, thankfully, but she heads off any potential bruising anyway.
“Aw, he’s fine, Sakura-chan,” Naruto says, having finally recovered from his fit of laughter. He’s moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sasuke sometime during her healing, so when Sakura shifts her weight back from her hands to her knees to glare up at him, she comes face to face with both of their crotches.
Pain seems to have driven away some of Sasuke’s arousal, but there’s still a very noticeable bulge in Naruto’s pants.
“I’m more interested in what made you drop to your knees in the first place, Sakura-chan.” There’s an openly lecherous expression on his face that would normally get him punched. Not this time. She doesn’t even feel the desire to. In the privacy of their living room, with blue eyes boring into hers, Sakura’s rage feels far away.
Instead, Sakura’s attention is on the dick inches away from her face. She glances back up at Naruto then back down. Licks her lips and swallows. Granted, this was her plan in the first place, but she’s having a harder time getting started when she knows both Naruto and Sasuke are focused entirely on her.
Unbidden, her eyes dart to Sasuke. Trying to gauge his reaction.
You don’t need his permission, Sakura reminds herself firmly. Still, the memory of his burning gaze gives her the confidence she needs to reach up and hook her fingers in Naruto’s pants. Then his boxers. And then he’s hissing as she drags them both over his hips, dick springing free just in front of her nose.
She very determinedly does not look at Sasuke as she wraps her fingers around Naruto. This isn’t about him, not right now, and Naruto deserves all her attention.
“I’ve never done this before,” Sakura confesses, quietly. His skin is softer than she ever imagined it could be. Silky, almost. When she tightens her fingers around him, testing, there’s barely any give. Her experimental pump is rewarded with a deep groan.
“You’re doing just fine,” Naruto assures her in a strangled voice. The confidence that abandoned her rushes back at his tone, and Sakura can’t resist pausing to wink impishly up at him.
Tightening her grip she tries again only to feel her callous catch on some of the loose skin. Too dry. Right. Sakura doesn’t even pause before taking him into her mouth, which, in hindsight, was maybe not the best idea because Naruto bucks automatically and hits the back of her throat, making her gag.
Naruto immediately pulls back, apologizing frantically, but Sakura waves them away until her eyes stop watering.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” she says. Which is true—she was more surprised than anything. “Could you maybe sit down though?”
Their height differential is enough that Sakura’s going to have to either angle his dick down to her or Naruto is going to have to bend his knees for this to work. Neither sounds particularly appealing for any length of time. It would be much easier if he’d—ah. Good.
Sakura nestles herself between Naruto’s legs once he’s settled on her couch. Placing a hand on either thigh, she considers her next move. Working up to having him in her mouth probably wouldn’t be the worst idea, so she leans down to swirl her tongue around his head.
“Fuck,” Sasuke hisses in a tone entirely different from minutes ago, and Sakura does look at him this time. He’s sitting on the couch next to Naruto, idly stroking his cock through his pants, but his sharingan are trained on her. Them. Searing the image into his mind.
Something flutters deep in her stomach. Maintaining eye contact, she uses one hand to keep Naruto steady and licks a stripe right down to the base. Both boys suck in a breath that whistles through clenched teeth, and Sakura smirks into Naruto’s skin.
There’s a power in bringing a partner pleasure, and Sakura basks in it. Every sigh and twitch is a direct response to something she has done. A reaction she’s earned. By the time Sakura takes Naruto’s head into her mouth again, she’s forgotten she was ever uncomfortable. Her world narrows to the saltiness of his skin beneath her tongue, the musky scent that surrounds her, and the shifting and sounds Naruto and Sasuke make above her.
It’s intoxicating in a way Sakura never expected it to be, despite the stray pubic hair that ends up on the back of her tongue every now and again.
Although she’s mostly lost track of time, when Naruto tenses, she’s not terribly surprised. His breaths have been growing harsher for a while now, and she’s noticed him struggle not to thrust into her mouth. It’s sweet, in a kinda lewd sort of way.
So, when Naruto’s hand finds its way into her hair and makes a valiant attempt to push her off him, Sakura stubbornly stays put. What comes next shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone who has passed Biology 101, least of all Sakura, but it’s so very Naruto to try and warn her.
She could ease off and let him know it’s okay, but Sakura’s not as nice as Naruto. Never has been. Instead she hollows her cheeks around him and sucks harder than she has this whole time.
Naruto makes a sound that’s halfway between a whine and a groan, and then he’s coming. She still gags a little. She was prepared for the salty, musky liquid in her mouth, but she wasn’t prepared for the way it felt when it hit the back of her throat. He twitches once more in her mouth before sagging like one of Sasori’s discarded puppets.
Wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, Sakura settles back onto her heels. She takes in Naruto’s slack form and Sasuke’s hungry gaze, finds satisfaction in both expressions, and smirks like the cat who got the cream.
Which she did. She giggles at her own joke, then pauses as another thought crosses her mind.
“You know,” she says, cocking her head as she considers Saauke, “I know what Naruto tastes like, but I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
It’s really a testament to Sasuke’s speed, because the next thing she knows she’s pressed against the wall with one leg hiked around his waist. The desire that’s been simmering in the background this whole time transforms into an inferno. Sasuke’s hand is everywhere—dragging up her thigh, cupping her breasts, tracing nonsensical patterns over her nipples.
Combined with his tongue flitting over the edges of her lips, Sakura’s having a hard time stringing two coherent thoughts together. Parting her lips to grant him access does not cause the fingers trailing fire along her body to stop. If anything, they pick up their pace—ghosting along the waistband of her shorts. She feels like she’s floating—tethered to awareness only by his touch.
She’s not the only one struggling.
Sakura finds enough motor control to thread her fingers through Sasuke’s hair and pull, and he groans into the kiss. She does it again, timing it with sucking lightly on his tongue this time, and is rewarded when Sasuke bucks up into her somewhat erratically. The layers of clothing still between them do nothing to dull the sensation of his erection rubbing into her core. It’s her turn to whimper brokenly into their kiss, and Sasuke pauses his movements to grip her hip hard.
“Fuck, Sakura.” Calloused fingers move from her hip to press into the soft skin just above her pantline. “Can I…?”
“Yes,” she agrees immediately. Sakura doesn’t know what Sasuke’s planning exactly, but she knows she’s onboard with whatever it is. Her body is burning up, or humming with electricity, she can’t tell, but she promptly decides it doesn’t matter when Sasuke’s fingers finally finally sink under the waistband of her shorts.
Sakura’s grip on his hair tightens, nearly delirious with glee that someone is finally touching her. Her arousal has been bubbling in the background for just about the duration of this whole encounter. She’s wildly thankful that Sasuke saw to cracking the top before she spilled over.
The relief she feels quickly plateaus, however. Sasuke’s finger is only hitting her clit the way she likes on every third stroke, and it leaves her hanging on the precipice. Dangling over the edge of what she knows could be a mind shattering release. Sakura digs her nails into Sasuke’s shoulders and throws her head back in frustration, grinding against his hand to try and tip the scales herself.
It’s no use.
It seems Sasuke realizes that this isn’t working, too; the hand in her pants has stills. Instead it grabs a handful of her underwear and uses the leverage to help drag her shorts down her legs. Sakura quickly helps kick her clothing off her ankles, pausing only to yank her socks off as well, before returning her leg to rest on Sasuke’s hip again. She’s expecting things to pick up where they left off, but Sasuke puts his hand around the knee still supporting her weight and hooks that leg around his waist as well.
When Sasuke spins away from the wall, she quickly wraps her arms around his neck to stabilize herself. Then he’s walking towards the couch with her hiked around his hips, bare skin rubbing against the front of Sasuke’s pants with every step. It’s a fun and new sensation, but a tinge too uncomfortable to sustain for long.
Which works out perfectly as Sasuke soon drops her down on top of Naruto’s lap—who still happens to be lounging on the couch.
“—ooof. Bastard! What the hell was—?” But Naruto’s protests drop off as Sasuke pulls each of Sakura’s knees to rest on the outside of Naruto’s. She swears she feels his dick twitch behind her back when he realizes this means her cunt is spread and open to view.
Sakura can’t help but throw her head back onto Naruto’s shoulder when Sasuke breathes against her. It’s about all the warning she gets before Sasuke’s tongue is digging through her folds.
“Fuck,” Sakura exclaims at the same time that there’s a soft “oh” from the male voice behind her. She feels Naruto shift so that he can more easily look at the scene below. Then he’s echoing her sentiments.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Sakura is torn between wanting to scold him and agreeing. She feels unbelievably touched between the two of them. Naruto’s skin is hot beneath her, and she’s incredibly aware of skin on her thigh where Sasuke has braced his hand. There’s hot breath on both of her lips. The high of the moment has her raising her arms in the air without question when Naruto prompts her. Her civilian shirt is loose enough to be dragged off with ease.
“Oh, Sakura, did you put this on for us?” Naruto’s fingers are dancing along the edge of the dark green lace bra she’d put on this morning.
Sasuke stills below and pulls back to take in the view. Red eyes follow Naruto’s tanned fingers as they twirl circles around her nipples through the bra. The bottom of his chin glistens in the light.
Sakura takes advantage of the respite to answer Naruto. “I did.”
Not that Sakura knew this was where her day would end. But part of her job was to prepare for every possible outcome. Slipping on her sexiest underwear this morning had seemed like a small step for the boost of confidence it had given her. She owed Ino a thank-you card or something for buying it for her.
“Did your underwear match?” Sasuke asks.
“Not that you paused to notice.” She pins him with a lofty, put-upon look. She’s half-chiding, half-joking. It would have been nice to receive some attention in the full set.
“Aw, Sakura, give him a break.” Naruto licks the shell of her ear before speaking directly into it, “He was just excited to see if the carpet matches the drapes.”
“Not a single speck of class,” Sasuke mumbles disdainfully, but the tinge of blush on his cheeks gives him away.
Sakura rolls her eyes. Such a boy thing to fixate on. “Well, despite knowing me for over a decade, you can now finally relax with the undisputable knowledge that genetics are a fickle bitc—Sasuke!”
Of course Sasuke would use his return to oral sex to gain the upperhand in an argument. The Uchiha in question lets go of the clit he just launched a surprise attack against to arch an eyebrow at her. “Yes?”
And really all she wants to say is “don’t stop” but that seems a little too bold still. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. Gods, Sakura hopes there's a next time.
"Please, Sasuke," she says instead.
It's enough. Sakura catches the hint of a smirk before Sasuke resumes his movements.
“How do I get this thing open?” Naruto asks. His voice has dropped an octave from only moments before.
“Front clasp.” Sakura’s fingers make quick work of her last remaining garment, and then she’s shrugging it off. “You can practice another time.”
“Fine by me,” Naruto agrees, pushing her forward slightly. There’s the rustling of cloth behind her and then she’s pulled back onto bare skin. She hums her appreciation as she settles more comfortably against him.
“Do you know how beautiful you are, Sakura?” Naruto’s voice rumbles against her ear. Calloused fingers trace the underside of her breasts at the same speed as the tongue exploring her cunt. “Do you know how sexy it is to watch Sasuke eat you out?”
It would make sense that Naruto is into dirty talk if she stops to think about it. But thinking has become difficult again. So instead Sakura allows Naruto’s words to wash over her, letting them pull her deeper into this moment. His steady commentary—about how cute her nipples are, how good Sasuke looks covered in her, how he can’t wait to taste her too—fades into the background, providing ambiance but no substance.
Which is fine, really, because Sakura’s not sure she can take much more stimulation. Sasuke has added a finger into the mix again, and it’s taking up a lot of her already divided attention. The nose bumping into her clit as Sasuke’s tongue laves the edges of her entrance is unexpected but perfect. Sakura has to bite her lip to stop all the lewd moans she can feel lodged in her throat.
“Let it out,” Naruto urges her.
And she might have ignored him, but Sasuke's eyes burn into hers before pushing another finger inside. Sakura arches her back and keens as Sasuke picks up the pace, both fingers tapping insistently on what can only be her g-spot. The orgasm that eluded her before is just around the corner, and her boys can tell. Naruto pinches one of her nipples at the same time that Sasuke closes his lips around her clit and sucks, and then she’s gone—tensing and writhing against them as she rides out her climax.
When Sakura comes back to herself, Sasuke is whipping off his shirt rather hurriedly. After years as his medic and teammate, the sight of his abs aren’t new per say, but the context definitely is. For once she doesn’t have to steal glances while pretending to be professional and unaffected. So, she doesn’t. It’s a whole new kind of satisfying to let her eyes wander along the muscles flexing under Sasuke’s skin and know that it’s allowed. She’s allowed.
Which is about the moment that Sakura’s brain catches up with their actions. With the haze of arousal somewhat abated, details start slipping into place. It’s not that she didn’t realize what she was doing until this moment. That’s not the case at all. Around the time Sasuke pulled Naruto in for a kiss is when it became apparent that this evening was building towards something.
It’s just that the apex of this evening seems to be just around the corner, now.
And there are still some things that need clarified.
She extracts herself from Naruto’s lap and moves to the opposite side of the couch to create a bit of physical distance. Whether it’s the action or her expression that catches their attention Sakura doesn’t know, but they both immediately read the shift in the mood. Sasuke’s fingers still on his zipper before falling to the side. Naruto shifts to face her better. Waiting for her.
“Look, I know virginity is just a construct, and that it really doesn’t matter in the long run,” she begins, “but I think it’s important for you to know that I am. A-a virgin that is.” Naruto’s head has frozen in a half-cocked expression bears a striking resemblance to Kakashi’s summons, and Sasuke’s eyebrows have shot up straight into his hairline, but she forges on,“And I’m not saying that I expected either of you to wait for me or anything”—she hasn’t! Even if picturing them with other people sets her stomach to churning— “but I suppose in a way this is still kind of a big deal for me, so—eep!”
Sasuke’s hand grabs her gesticulating wrists, effectively interrupting her embarrassed rambling. His eyes hold hers above their hands. Once he’s sure he has her attention, he says, “I’ve never done this either, Sakura.”
She blinks.
“Me, either,” Naruto pipes up.
Processes this. Blinks again.
The sheer ridiculousness of this situation is extraordinary. In the shinobi world, sex is pretty common place. For fuck’s sake, there’s a whole division of the force trained in the art of seduction! The high levels of stress surrounding their line of work make it a pretty attractive outlet, and the civilian ideals of “waiting for the right person” don’t translate well into a profession where any day could be the last. Even heirs and heiresses are given some leeway in a world where contraceptives are so effective and accepted.
Honestly, finding out that she isn’t the only virgin in their age-group is somewhat shocking. When her peers were exploring each other, Sakura was exploring her potential. It’s nothing against her friends’ choices! Just—just there had been such an aching wound where Sasuke and Naruto had once been in her life, then. A hole more easily filled by new jutsus and training than other people.
Which, Sakura realizes as she considers her teammates, is not as unique an experience as she once thought it was. She knew Sasuke and Naruto had been driven to get more powerful, but she had always assumed they had a life outside of their training. Naruto had been to places more exotic than she could even imagine, after all, and Orochimaru would have offered Sasuke the world on a silver platter if he thought it would keep him in Sound.
Her assumption that she had been the only one keeping emotional pain at bay with sheer physical exhaustion rings a little hollow, now. It’s that brand of thinking that got them in this situation in the first place.
Not that it makes their situation any easier. If anything, things just got more difficult.
“Right,” Sakura takes a deep breath, filtering through the implications of that particular break-through at a rapid speed. Three horny teens in a highly charged profession remain virgins to avoid dealing with the sexual clusterfuck that was their genin team dynamics. No red flags there.“Right. So, how are we going to do this?”
“Um, like, positions?”
“No, it’s just—” Say it! She thinks, get it out there, be straightforward. You’re a grown woman, and you can do this! “Our dynamics have never been perfectly equal” —perhaps the understatement of the century— “and I would hate for one of us to walk away from this hurt because Sasuke took Naruto’s virginity instead of mine or something.”
Much more specific of an example than she meant to share, but Sakura refuses to blush as her team considers her. Even when Sasuke pins her with a look that makes her feel smaller. Like the confession disappoints him somehow.
Sakura clenches her jaw and meets his gaze steadily. It needed to be said. Better air potential conflicts now than stumble into them later. Things like that tended to blow up in Team 7’s face rather dramatically. The sad fact is that they’ve always been more prone to tragedies than comedies.
Unconcerned with the staring contest taking place in front of him, Naruto screws up his nose in the way that means he’s thinking hard on something. She very deliberately does not tell him how adorable he looks and lets him work through it.
“I guess I’m...confused,” Naruto finally admits. “I thought we were doing this all together, so we were all losing our virginities together.”
The earnesty in his big blue eyes makes Sakura want to melt through the couch. It cows her in the way that Sasuke’s glare hadn’t quite accomplished. Naruto really, truly doesn’t see why someone might get jealous here. His heart has always been big—it’s one of his defining features—but this time his big heart makes hers feel small in contrast because she could very easily get jealous here.
It’s not a flattering comparison.
“The civilian mentality is that virginity is lost through penatrative sex versus other means.” It feels like a weak explanation even as she offers it.
“Okay,” Naruto seems to think about that, really tries to understand the unspoken implications in her words, then shrugs. “It doesn’t really matter to me who-who”—he stumbles, looking for the word briefly for forging forward— “penetrates who, I guess. As long as we’re all doing it together.”
“Physically?” Sasuke asks. His eyebrow is quirked, but it’s more considering than contemptuous.
Sakura has to admit, she can see the appeal in the suggestion. She can even admit that it’s snuck into a daydream or two of hers recently. Not having to pick who “got” who’s virginity—sharing this moment together wholly and completely....
There’s just one problem.
“No possible,” she declares, crossing her arms for emphasis. Both boys shoot incredulous looks her way, like they can’t believe she doesn’t know. Naruto undulates his fingers against each other in what could be a crude interpretation of an orgy like it’s an explanation or a clue, but Sakura cuts him off with a pointed finger and sharp voice. “If you”—and remembering that Sasuke seemed to be on the same wavelength as Naruto, hastens to include him in her stink eye as well— “either of you think I’m up for double penetration my first time, you have another thing coming!”
“Like...two dicks one hole?” Naruto meekly asks, “or…” He trails off, doing the weird thing with his fingers again.
“Anal and vaginal penetration will not be occurring at the same time!” she clarifies. There’s a blush on her cheeks, but her voice is steady. “It’s not that it’s not on the table at all, but that requires a level of comfort and finesse that I think is a little above our paygrade at the moment.”
“Oh.” Naruto rubs the back of his head and chuckles sheepishly. “S’pose that’s fair.”
A moment of silence descends.
“You don’t have to be in the middle for this to work,” Sasuke says.
Lewd visions of Sasuke panting between them, surrendering control, spring to life. Both she and Naruto go completely still as the possibilities spread out before them. She never thought Sasuke would offer this to them, not this early, but the image is there, and Sakura wants it more than she’s probably wanted anything in her whole life.
“Just to be clear”—Naruto’s fingers flex against his knee, staving off some urge— “you want me to fuck you while you fuck Sakura.”
That sentence makes her toes curl, but Sasuke is still trying his damndest to appear unaffected. He’s staring just above their heads, and Sakura knows that the shrug tossed their way is supposed to make him look indifferent. Cold. All she can focus on is how tight his muscles are beneath his skin.
“Since I’m the only person who hasn’t gotten off here, it stands to reason that I deserve double the attention,” Sasuke says loftily, but the bravado in his tone is as shaky as his aloof demeanor.
Naruto is up in his space in an instant. Sasuke doesn’t budge, lifts his chin slightly in a silent challenge. Their chakra swells simultaneously, so dense she can practically taste it on her tongue, matching each other in the way they’ve always done. There’s enough raw power simmering beneath their skin to level entire cities, but that’s not the reason air suddenly seems out of Sakura’s reach.
This feeling—as electrifying as it is—dances around the edges of some of her worst nightmares. They’re powerful, that much has been clear for ages, but Sakura doesn’t worry about the cities or mountains they could decimate.
She worries for them.
The last time Sakura felt this much energy in the air she found her teammates bleeding out in a canyon of their own creation. Before that there was a kunai in her hand and tears on her face. The time before that was when she almost got torn apart on the hospital roof.
So when Naruto steps forward to cup Sasuke’s cheek in his palm, and Sasuke flinches, Sakura gets ready to throw herself between them again. It'll be painful and awful, but she’s been impaled twice now and walked away. She’s willing to try for a third act if it’ll save them.
“You want me to do that?” Naruto asks, smoothing his thumb across Sasuke’s cheek tenderly. “Really?”
Sasuke remains tense a moment longer, desperately hanging onto the last vestiges of his detached demeanor before finally relaxing into Naruto’s hand. The last Uchiha is the only one still wearing clothes, but the soft look in his eyes makes him seem as naked as they are.
“Yes.” His chakra vanishes as quickly as it came into existence, and Naruto’s disappears a second later. Sakura very nearly sags with relief. “I do.”
The kiss they share is nothing like the one she witnessed earlier. There’s no teeth, for one. No biting. No posturing. Naruto cradles Sasuke in his hand like he’s fragile, like he can’t believe he’s allowed to touch, and draws his mouth closer slowly. As if any quick movement might spook him away.
Sasuke lets him.
It’s gentle in a way that breaks Sakura’s heart. Not because she’s not involved, though. Because Sasuke has fought this—fought them—for so long that she had almost convinced herself he would never fully accept this. Their love. It crashes the could-have-beens and what-ifs into a bittersweet concoction that makes her mourn their past and look forward to their future all at once.
They’re here now, though. She’ll just have to make that what matters.
Sakura gets up from the couch, about to join them, when the logical side of her head makes another appearance. Even if they do end up having sex right here in the living room instead of one of their perfectly good beds, there are things they’ll need—things they’ll need to do—and she’s the most level headed at the moment.
She quickly makes her way to her bedroom and pulls out the box hidden in her underwear drawer. It’s a painfully civilian way to hide things, honestly. Sakura had been trying to discourage nosy boys from going through her stuff, though—not enemy nin. Not having to use chakra to unseal a vibrator when she wants it is a definite plus, too.
There are a few other toys in the box, but Sakura tosses them aside carelessly in favor of the tube of lube laying underneath. Once it’s in hand, Sakura turns on her heel, long strides taking her quickly out of her room—
—and rebounds right off of Sasuke.
“Found her,” Sasuke calls out before relaxing against her door frame. Naruto appears over his shoulder seconds later, relief evident on his face.
“There you are!” he exclaims, pushing past to grasp her shoulder, “We were so worried when we came up for air”—Sasuke blushes faintly at this— “and you weren’t there!”
Sakura can’t help but smile at that, a tightness in her chest that she hadn’t fully acknowledged dissolving away completely. They came after her. It’s a small action, really. She hadn’t even left the house. Still, Sakura uses it to quiet the dark part of her mind constantly whispering that they don’t need her.
And maybe they don’t. Maybe Sasuke and Naruto complement each other in all the ways she’s ever feared and admired. They want her, though. It’s enough for now.
“Just came to get this.” Sakura holds up the lube for inspection.
“Oh, good thinking.” Naruto grabbed the tube before turning to show it to Sasuke. “Look, Sasuke, Sakura was looking out for you!”
Sasuke rolls his eyes—somehow making the action look soft—and pushes off from the door frame to join them. “Good thing, too, or you’d have to sit this one out, idiot.”
“Wha—no! Not fair!”
“Yes, fair,” Sakura contradicts, hands on her hips, “Proper preparation is imperative prior to penetration!”
Silence falls at her statement. The pause gives it time to sink in, and Sakura's cheeks start to feel hot.
“That a new tongue twister?” Sasuke teases, turning to face her fully.
“M-maybe it is!" She crosses her arms and feels briefly triumphant when both Naruto and Sasuke’s gazes drop to her chest. “Care to try it?”
Sasuke’s eyes snap back up to hers, a familiar gleam dancing through them. She can hear Naruto try to stifle his laughter, and when she looks over he’s shaking his head. When he grins and mouths the words “Now you’ve done it” over Sasuke’s shoulder, she’s momentarily confused. That fades quickly when Sasuke presses into her space, backing her up until the soft skin behind her knees hits the edge of her bed frame.
She stumbles but doesn’t fall. The hand suddenly on her waist gives her enough time to regain her balance before ripping it away for an entirely different reason.
“Proper preparation is imperative prior to penetration.” His voice is low and clear in her ear, popping enunciation eliciting a shiver in its wake. She should have known. He was the one that made them recite a poem in the Forest of Death, after all.
Eventually Sasuke does pull away from her ear. Sakura takes a deep breath, tries to regain some sort of stability, when she realizes that the air she’s inhaling is already warm. Her eyes shoot open—when did she close them?—and finds Sasuke still hovering right above her. Close enough that her eyes cross trying to look at him. Not worth the effort. She lets them fall back shut, focuses on the calloused thumb rubbing circles into her hip, on the hot breath falling across her lips.
She’s not sure if she hears Sasuke lick his lips or feels it—he’s that close—but she does—feel it, hear it, whatever—and her lips part slightly in anticipation.
“Do you feel prepared, Sa-ku-ra?”
Her knees buckle. The bed and hand now splayed on her lower back are the only things keeping her upright.
“Sasuke usually just punches me when I rile him up,” Naruto complains, somewhere out of sight. Sakura’s vision, her senses, are still full of Sasuke. “You’re getting special treatment.”
The pressure on her back disappears just in time for a sharp poke on her sternum to send her flailing backwards onto her bed.
“There. That better?” Sasuke’s talking to Naruto—or he seems like it at least. He did just push her onto the bed in response to Naruto’s teasing, after all. But it’s—it’s the way he hasn’t looked away from her that makes Sakura wonder if the question wasn’t at least partially for her, too.
She smiles up at him.
The bed creaks behind her, and Naruto pops back into her line of sight. There’s a crooked grin on his face that’s only enhanced by the fact that he’s upside down. Not actually, of course, but it sure looks that way as he hovers over her from the other side of the bed.
“Wow, our boyfriend is such a jerk, Sakura.”
Our boyfriend. She feels warm and fuzzy all over. A quick glance up at Sasuke confirms that their boyfriend isn’t freaked out, either. Exasperated, maybe, but not running away. Not denying it. A surge of giddiness swells in her chest, and she can’t stop the resulting giggle. When Sasuke tries to frown down at her, the corner of his mouth twitches. She only giggles harder.
“Our boyfriend is a big grump,” Sakura agrees, mostly just so she has an excuse to say it too. Our boyfriend. She makes sure to grin at Sasuke so that he knows she’s teasing before continuing on to Naruto in a sotto voice, “And he still has his pants on. I don’t think he wants to join us after all.”
Sasuke’s hand is at his waistband immediately, hooking under the elastic and yanking. They’re apart only for as long as it takes to push his remaining clothes down his legs and kick them off. His underwear hits the floor at the same time that he hits the bed.
“It’s not like anyone was trying to get them off me.” Sasuke’s knees rest in the space between Sakura’s bicep and her torso. There’s a yelp, and then Naruto’s face disappears from Sakura’s vision as Sasuke pulls him up and into another punishing kiss by the back of his hair. They’re bickering between kisses, literally cutting the other off mid-sentence by nipping at the other’s lips, which is an interesting new take on their dynamic.
Not quite interesting enough for Sakura to devote her full attention to, though, because...well.
Their dicks are both hovering above her face.
She’s not quite sure how it escaped their notice (she does know, her boys are entirely too single-minded for their own good), or how they haven’t realized yet (entirely oblivious). It gives her a chance to really look, though, so she doesn’t interrupt. Ino had been convinced that they would be monsters with the amount of confidence both boys possessed, but they’re pretty average, honestly. Somewhere between six and seven inches, both curving up slightly. Sasuke might have half an inch on Naruto, but Naruto has him beat in girth. She hasn’t had either dick, but she’s oddly certain they’re an equal match. Different, but equal.
Like everything else about them.
Sasuke hisses when Sakura takes his head into her mouth. The angle is awkward, but Sakura leans up on her elbows to give it her best shot. The kiss has been entirely forgotten, both boys watching her intensely, so she figures she’s doing something right.
She can only get half of him in her mouth like this, but she bobs up and down repeatedly until he’s coated in spit. Once he is, Sakura shifts and switches her attention to Naruto. The blonde twitches but doesn’t move. Doesn’t make a sound. Neither of them do—both content to let Sakura take the lead.
Sakura pulls away from Naruto, and a mix of pre-cum and saliva dangles from her lower lip. She catches the mixture with her hand, almost embarrassed, but when she looks up neither Sasuke or Naruto look even slightly disgusted. Enraptured is the better description, actually.
Well, then. Sakura’s slick hand wraps around Sasuke’s cock, and gives him a pump from head to base. Both of them groan, even though she’s not even touching Naruto, and Sakura suddenly wishes they were positioned better. She tightens her grip, imagining pressing both of them together in her fist.
“Enough,” Sasuke declares, eyes flashing red. Sakura immediately drops her hand. He climbs off the bed to scoop her into his arms again. It’s a much more interesting position without clothes, but Sakura isn’t given long to think about it before her head is bouncing off her pillows.
“No more—no more teasing.”
He's right above her, caging her in, and she reaches up to twine her arms around his neck.
He kisses up her neck like a man possessed,
"I'm—I'm on birth control," Sakura manages. Sasuke sucks particularly hard just under her jawline, and her eyelashes flutter. "Condoms are in the—oh wow—um, in the top drawer...just...in case."
Sasuke pulls away from her neck at that, giving Sakura a chance to take the gasping breath she didn't know she was holding. She hears her bedside table being manhandled, then Sasuke pulls back and rips the foil package open with his teeth—crimson eyes burning into her the whole time.
That's… really not the best way to open that, but it's also extremely fucking hot, so Sakura lets it slide.
He settles over her again. This time he presses close enough that his slick skin slides over her nipples. Sakura arches into him, unintentionally grinding hard against him as he settles into the cradle of her hips. His forehead drops against Sakura's with a grunt, eyes hazy and half-lidded with pleasure.
She tips her head up for a kiss, and Sasuke grants her silent request.
It’s lazy in the best way. Their lips press together firmly in a series of closed-mouth kisses broken only to pant heavily into each other's mouths. Her chest feels tight, not from a lack of fresh air, but at the intimacy of the moment. She opens her eyes to find Sasuke staring down at her already, obsidian eyes brimming with unrepressed emotion. Maintaining eye contact, he reaches up to cup her face gently in his hand before brushing his thumb against the arch of her cheekbone. Even though no words leave his lips, Sakura hears the confession pressed against her skin. She wraps a hand around his, squeezing gently to show she understands.
He loves her.
Sasuke and Sakura sigh in symphony as he finally sinks into her. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but it does feel like she’s pushed a stretch just a little too far. Sakura’s never been put off by a little pain (she briefly wonders if that means all shinobi are predisposed to be either masochists or sadists, but pushes that into a corner of her brain for later contemplation), especially when the promise of something so much better lurks just out of reach. She reaches up and rests her hands on Sasuke’s arms for leverage and twists her hips experimentally. The spike of discomfort she feels only enhances the bone-deep satisfaction she feels in being full, and she clenches around him.
“Fuck, Sakura,” Sasuke groans from above her. She can feel the way his biceps tremble beneath her fingertips, and when she looks up at him she finds his eyes clenched tightly shut, remaining determinedly motionless.
“Hey,” Sakura calls, smoothing her thumbs in circles over his skin, “It’s okay, you can move.”
“No,” Sasuke manages from between clenched teeth, “No, I can’t.”
“Oh.” She reconsiders the taut form above her. There’s sweat beading on Sasuke’s hairline, and his brow is furrowed in fierce concentration. She’d assumed he was trying to stop himself from moving, but now realizes he’s been trying to stave off an orgasm.
“You can come, Sasuke,” she tells him, reaching up to wipe the sweat off his temple with her thumb. Sasuke leans into her touch, breathing ragged, and his hair is silky where it threads through her fingers. “Neither Naruto or I will think any less of you if you do, I promise.”
“No.” The fact that he hasn’t shattered a tooth is honestly a miracle. “No, I just need a minute.”
“Okay.” It’s clear she’s not going to talk him out of this. “Okay, Sasuke, if you just need time, then I have an idea.”
He makes a sound that could be interpreted as inquisitive if it wasn’t so strained. Sakura’s legs fall open wider, trying to make maneuvering in the limited space on her bed easier.
“Hey Naruto,” Sakura calls, “Can you come finger Sasuke open while he acclimates?”
Sasuke’s eyes fly open at that suggestion, and he half scrambles off of her before what remains of Naruto’s arm brushes against his back. He freezes, eyes wide. When Sakura rests her hand over his, Sasuke releases his deathgrip on the bedsheet to squeeze her hand instead.
He's nervous.
“Maybe...” she begins, trailing off uncertainly. Maybe what? A different position? Maybe she could take the middle afterall? She's not sure, but she's absolutely certain that she doesn't want Sasuke to look like that a second longer.
“Can I, Sasuke?” Naruto asks, leaning down to press a kiss to his boyfriend's shoulder.
And, just like that, the tension drains away. Sasuke shudders. Whether that's in response to the question or kisses she can't be sure, but he squeezes Sakura's hand once more before letting go and allowing himself to be pulled into a more upright position.
"I can be in the middle if you want, Sasuke," Naruto assures him. After a moment without any response, Naruto begins to trail his fingers, glistening in a way that suggests they're covered in lube, up and down Sasuke's side in wide, sweeping, comforting arcs. "I'd still like to try it this way, if you're up for it."
Sasuke's eyes flutter closed, but he still doesn't respond. Though he's busy nuzzling the shell of Sasuke's ear, there's a fair amount of concern in his expression when Naruto meets her eyes.
That's her cue.
Raising herself to rest on one elbow, Sakura reaches out to stroke Sasuke's hip. He blinks. "We need to hear it, Sasuke,” she urges.
He nods immediately, but words are slow to follow. When they do, they're shaky, "Yes. Fine. Good. Sounds great."
Naruto raises an eyebrow at the string of affirmatives, but Sasuke hisses something that sounds like "come on" at the continued delay, and Naruto visibly shrugs off his concerns.
"Let me know if that changes," he says instead.
The hand that was gripping Sasuke’s hip disappears from view. Sasuke’s breath audibly hitches in his throat, before he throws his head back across Naruto’s shoulder. The blonde leaps on the opportunity immediately. His canines flash in the dim light as he nips his way up Sasuke’s neck.
Not for the first time, Sakura wishes she had the sharingan. It’s an exquisite view, really. Even though Sakura can only just see the tendons flexing in Naruto’s forearm as he works Sasuke open, there’s something about the suggestion of what’s going on out of her sight that’s incredibly sexy. She can feel herself growing wetter as Naruto works, Sasuke falling apart between them.
The last thing Sakura wants to do is rush the boys, but waiting any longer feels impossible. Her ghost down her stomach to her clit. She sighs as Sasuke’s groans fill the air. His eyes have long since fallen back closed to pleasure, but Naruto’s haven’t, and he mumbles something into Sasuke’s ear that makes them fly back open. They immediately lock onto Sakura’s fingers working quick circles over her clit, then her hips rock into the bed as Sasuke thrusts, hard, twice.
The curse he mutters after a few seconds is too quiet to hear, but Naruto laughs so hard his dimples show up, so of course Sakura has to smile too.
"Apparently he needs a cockring," Naruto tells her, blue eyes dancing, "You wouldn't happen to have one, would you?"
Her fingers still immediately.
"What? No, why does he…?" It takes a couple extra seconds for her to process why Sasuke would even want one, and then she's rolling her eyes. "Sasuke, I already told you you're allowed to come. Naruto already came, if that's what you're worried about."
“Or you could just think about if, like, Kakahsi wears the mask because he secretly has a chin like a saggy ball sack,” Naruto suggests with a shrug. “It always works for me.”
Sakura lets his words sink in, not quite sure she heard him correctly. Sasuke seems to be having the same problem, frozen in place above her. It’s the expression of abject horror on his face that makes her realize she understood Naruto just fine. That combination of words did just leave his mouth.
She laughs helplessly.
“Noooo, oh my gods, Naruto, why?”
Even though she’s, like, ninety percent sure Kakashi just wears a mask to protect his sensitive nose, the image is burned into the back of her eyelids.
“I hate you so much right now,” Sasuke groans. “Fuck, I am going to need so much sake to forget you said that. You are the literal worst.”
“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” he defends.
“Don’t care, not worth it,” Sasuke disagrees. “If you mention Kakashi when fingers in my ass ever again, I will throw myself out the nearest window and never speak to you again. You absolute moro—goddamnsonofabitch.”
“Oh,” Naruto says, tone too light to be completely innocent, “Looks like I found your prostate.”
“Get inside me,” Sasuke demands. He falls back over her, but accidentally pins her hand between them in his haste. It’s uncomfortable enough to be a distraction. Sasuke curses, shifts just enough that he can yank her hand out of the way, and goes back to snapping at Naruto. “Idiot, I swear if you’re not in me in—fuck!”
How long Sasuke would give Naruto to comply is something they never find out, because Sasuke cuts off and drops his forehead to Sakura’s sternum as Naruto starts to inch his way inside. There’s the sound of a plastic cap popping and then the squelch of the lube bottle. Sasuke shudders on top of her, and Sakura wraps her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his sweat-soaked hair.
“What did I say”—Naruto does something that makes him cut off and buck up into her, but he continues on valiantly— “about fucking teasing me?”
Naruto laughs, and there’s a challenge there even if he sounds a little breathless. “Right. How’s this, then?”
That’s all the warning they get before Naruto starts thrusting.
The pace isn’t fast, but that doesn’t stop it from immediately dragging the air from both their lungs. Every movement of Naruto’s hips translates into movement of Sasuke’s hips as well. It’s powerful. Powerful and building, because he lets Sasuke's dick slip nearly all the way out of her before he drives them back home again.
Sasuke slides his arm under her back, splaying his hand in between her shoulder blades in a way that arches her spine and presses her tighter against him. His head drops to rest on her breastbone, panting and cursing in equal measure against her. He sounds well and truly fucked, just absolutely blissed out, and Sakura clenches around him in response.
Her hands latch onto his shoulders desperately, nearly writhing in pleasure. In this position, every time Naruto thrusts into Sasuke, Sasuke’s pubic bone grinds right against her clit. She’s not entirely sure if she’s trying to pull him closer or push him away at this point. Whatever it is, she needs it urgently. There’s no reprieve from the weight of their bodies, from the weight of their connection, and the tension climbs higher along with the pitch of her voice.
“Listen to her,” Naruto says, and it takes her a second longer than it should to make sense of the words. “Listen to what we’re doing to her, Sasuke.”
“Naruto,” Sakura whines. Everything is too much. She’s pretty sure there isn’t a single centimeter of her that isn’t being touched, not a single one, because she’s overwhelmingly aware of every nerve in her body right now. All of it at the same time, building and building to that slow, steady pace Naruto has set, and she’s not sure she can take it anymore. “Naruto, please.”
The steady pace Naruto’s set falters and quickens for a few seconds. Quick, powerful movements that drive the pair of them even further into the mattress.
“Say his name again.” Sasuke’s eyes are hazy, pleasure-fogged, but he holds onto the thought, “Sakura—shit—Sakura, say his name again.”
Sakura latches onto the suggestion like a liferaft. Their names fall from her lips in an endless stream. It tips Sasuke over the edge, and he grinds into her hard with a noise that almost sounds like a growl. The extra contact is exactly what she needs. Her spine bows into a perfect arch as the names on Sakura’s tongue dissolve into a high-pitch keen.
She drags her fingers against their skin—Naruto, Sasuke, it doesn't matter—reveling in their closeness. Nothing stands between them. Physical distance and emotional barriers can both go fuck themselves because Sakura has her teammates—her partners—within her grasp, and there's no sign she'll have to let go anytime soon. The thought intensifies the feelings coursing through her until her vision goes fuzzy at the edges.
She didn't condone the depths Sasuke sunk to on his quest for revenge, but in this moment she understands it. Losing this—losing them—would incite a fury in Sakura strong enough to leave Villages smoldering in its wake.
By the time Sakura’s vision clears, both Naruto and Sasuke have stopped moving. Sasuke is a boneless heap on top of her, and she can see a tuft of blonde peeking over the edge of his shoulder. Normally she would enjoy the cuddle pile, but their combined weight is preventing her ribcage from fully expanding.
“Guys,” she croaks, pushing at Sasuke’s shoulders, “Can’t breathe.”
Grumbling quietly, the boys rearrange themselves so that Sakura can breathe again. She rolls to her side immediately, trying to get out of the way, and there’s a wet squelch as Sasuke’s flaccid dick pops out of her. Two consecutive thunks catch her attention, and Sakura glances over her shoulder to see Naruto’s arm outstretched in the final extension of an overhand throw.
Sakura’s head hits the pillow with a groan. “Please tell me you tied those up before you threw them.”
Naruto snorts. “‘Course I did.”
He catapults himself onto the bed with enough force that Sakura’s whole body goes airborne for a split second. The spike of adrenaline chases away the rest of her post-orgasmic haze, and she sits up and twists around to glare at him.
The blonde in question is entirely unfazed by her ire, grinning up at her cheekily. Before she can really tear into him, he tugs her down so that she’s nestled in his armpit on her side. Naruto’s arm presses into her back, warm and solid, and her head rests naturally on his pectoral—just above his nipple.
Okay, this isn’t so bad, actually.
“If you break my bed, you’re buying me another one,” she mumbles into his chest instead.
“Or you could just share mine,” he suggests, waggling his eyebrows at her. Sakura smacks his chest half-heartedly with an open palm, and Sasuke scoffs quietly.
His eyes are half-closed—very nearly claimed by sleep. He’s close enough to the edge of the bed to be in danger of falling off, and Naruto must think so too because he reaches out and scoops his arm around Sasuke, dragging him closer to the center of the bed. His grumbles are half-hearted; he settles easily enough against Naruto’s other shoulder.
"We need a bigger bed," he mumbles, shifting his position to get more comfortable.
Sakura's not sure he meant to say that out loud, but her heart clenches hopefully all the same. They've made plenty of pretty promises to each other tonight, but this feels real. Concrete. It feels like Sasuke wants them to exist outside of the bedroom.
“Yeah?” Naruto’s voice is rough with sleep. “You offering to give up your room?
"We’d all die without a window in the summer." He snorts, curmudgeonly even as his eyes softly flutter closed. “A house’d be nice, though.”
Sakura’s throat tightens, and she scoots closer into the cradle of Naruto’s arm. Her hair sticks to his skin, but the warmth wards off the chill of the room, and it’s pleasant enough that the sweatiness of the situation is easy to ignore.
But Sasuke’s right. There’s no way this is tenable in the muggy Konoha summers. Especially not without a window to let in a night breeze.
“Do...we want to live in the city?” she asks, unsure of her opinion even as she asks. She loves being so close to work, and Sakura the convenience of having an armful of restaurant choices within a two block radius of her bed is hard to beat. Living out of the city limits, outside of the public eye, has an appeal of its own, though.
Sasuke opens his eyes just to frown, making his opinion on city life perfectly clear. Even before he left Konoha, Sasuke was fairly reclusive. The public’s turn in opinion has only deepened his dislike of the crowded streets.
“It’d be nice to have space that’s just ours, ya’know?” Naruto says. His tone is a touch wistful as he adds, “I’ve always wanted space for an actual garden.”
The number of plants crowding their kitchen window is honestly a hazard at this point, and his room is practically a greenhouse, so Sakura’s not that surprised. She can see him in her mind’s eye, dirt smudged on his whisker marks with tan skin shining in the sun.
“A dojo,” Sasuke adds to his teammates’ amusement. “Or at least our own training ground.”
“Traditional shower room,” Sakura joins in, cementing the image of their fantasy house in her mind. “With a tub big enough for three.”
They both make noises of encouragement. A couple more ideas are brought forward, and they share a laugh when Naruto suggests their own sake cellar. None of them drink anywhere near enough for that to be a reasonable expenditure, but it feels frivolous and fun. The appeal of their ability to make the decision is honestly stronger than the allure of the idea itself.
The quiet of night descends upon them. Bedroom murmurs slowly transform into steady breathing.
Sakura’s whole body hums in content, enveloped in a gentle awareness reserved for the most transcendent experiences as she fits into her place. Everything feels balanced. Complete. If she were to meditate right now—head resting on Naruto's beating heart, lazily watching Sasuke's nose twitch in his sleep—Sakura would harmonize herself with the nature chakra around her on the first try. Nothing has felt so right since her first medical jutsu, and there's a smile on her lips when Sakura's lashes flutter shut.
The pieces of Team 7 finally fit together, unique perspectives and strengths intertwining into a polyphonic melody that Sakura can almost hear as she drifts off, entirely at peace.
She's found her place.