Team 7 SNJ Fun!

Team 7 SNJ Fun!


By: ladygizarme
A/N: Happy Birthday, Sasuke! This is the first of a handful of Sasuke-involved pairings I hope to post today.
Written for the Anonymous Naruto Kink Meme 4.0 on lj:
http://finnimbrun.livejournal.com/4744.html
Now with Edits-no-Jutsu! *fixed tenses and Sakura’s Magically-Disappearing-Skirt-no-Jutsu!*
Prompt: Sakura/Sexy-no-Jutsu!Naruto/Sexy-no-Jutsu!Sasuke, with begging
Warning: PWP and *points to prompt* all that may come with that. ^__^


Team 7 SNJ Fun!

Sakura bites her lip as the cloud accompanying the jutsu disperses. As it clears, the person inside is slowly revealed: tall, though slightly shorter than normal; long blond hair in two pigtails that dust narrower shoulders; not naked as usual, but dressed in orange pants made tight by full hips, and a black mesh shirt made equally tight by breasts slightly larger than a handful. Not her handful, Sakura notes, but hands much larger than hers, definitely. She doesn’t mind that thought a bit; in fact, her breathing quickens slightly at the thought of whose larger hands they’ll fill.

A mischievous smirk widens tanned, whisker-marked cheeks as the blonde boy-turned-girl turns bright blue eyes to her.

“Like what you see?” His voice is higher, but still with that husky quality that has a tendency to send tingles through her body when he uses just the right tone on her—sometimes without even meaning to.

She bites her lip harder and steps closer, raising her hands towards Naruto—Naruko? Well, either way, she—he—is still Naruto, no matter what form he’s in.

Naruto watches her move with rapt attention, blue eyes obviously tracing Sakura’s curves—slightly less than Naruto’s, but accentuated pleasingly by her tight, zipper-front shirt and short skirt. Sakura’s fingers itch to feel Naruto’s new curves—a curiosity she’s never indulged in before—and she lets her hands ghost up Naruto’s sides, her nails scraping lightly over the skin barely covered by the mesh shirt. Sakura lightly grazes her palms over Naruto’s quickly-hardening nipples, not yet feeling bold enough for more than that. The brief touch is enough to send sparks flying across Sakura’s skin, though, her own nipples perking up and pressing against the restricting cotton of her bra.

Her hands become more sure of themselves as they move up to Naruto’s shoulders, and then to Naruto’s hair, held up in pigtails. She pulls the hair ties out, allowing long, blonde locks to cascade around Naruto’s decidedly more feminine face and shoulders.

“Yeah,” Sakura finally answers.

Naruto blinks and Sakura grins, already feeling more at ease as she runs her fingers through the thick blonde strands. Naruto returns her grin and, no longer able to keep his hands to himself, grabs Sakura and pulls her close, enjoying the new sensation of his full breasts pressing against Sakura’s.

Naruto roams Sakura’s familiar curves, one hand curving around the pert curve of her ass and pulling her closer, hitching her skirt up in the process so his fingertips brush the skin of Sakura’s upper thigh. With their bodies pressed together, Naruto is suddenly highly aware of the lack of a certain protrusion normally felt between his legs when pressing against Sakura. Before the odd sensation can distract him too much, Sakura’s grip tightens in his hair and she pulls Naruto closer as she moves her mouth to meet his. Naruto’s grip on Sakura’s ass tightens, causing her to sigh a moan into Naruto’s mouth as he slickly prods his tongue along hers.

Somewhere not too far behind them, an impatiently annoyed huff escapes their as-yet ignored partner.

Breaking the kiss with a playful suck on Sakura’s lower lip, Naruto gives Sakura a look—full of meaning and promises for later, once they address the current issue—before turning his gaze to the dark haired boy currently scowling at them from the bed, arms crossed over his partially-bared chest. Sakura turns around in Naruto’s arms and leans against him, almost startling at the feel of those supple breasts pressing against her back, but just as quickly realizing she doesn’t mind it at all; relaxing into Naruto’s embrace.

“Your turn, Sasuke,” Naruto says right next to Sakura’s ear, sending a shiver through her that makes her arch a little and wrap her arm up behind Naruto’s neck.

She watches Sasuke’s dark, dark eyes follow the action of Naruto’s tongue as it slides along the shell of her ear, Naruto’s sharp canine pressing to the soft flesh of her lobe. Just as Sasuke’s pale skin begins to flush with the telltale evidence of his arousal, his annoyed eyes showing signs of a hunger having nothing to do with food, he turns his head away, scowling at the wall nearby.

“No.” Sasuke’s reply leaves no room for argument.

“Oh, come on. You’ll like it, I promise.” Naruto cajoles. He was never one to be deterred by negative responses, especially from Sasuke. The fact that he’s currently female doesn’t change this fact.

Despite his stubbornness, Sasuke can’t seem to fight the urge to look back at his two lovers. When he does, he has to grit his teeth to prevent any sound of want coming out.

Naruto is staring at him, blue eyes burning with a passion Sasuke is irrevocably drawn into, no matter how many times that gaze is cast at him. Being in female form hasn’t lessened that effect one bit, a fact Sasuke finds both intriguing and disturbing to his psyche. He’s always been firm in the belief that Naruto’s Sexy no Jutsu form was more annoying than enticing, but apparently his belief system is easily shattered by the blonde, formerly-male ninja.

As Naruto stares, he slides one hand possessively up Sakura’s body, cupping the swell of her breast and circling her nipple through the material with his thumb, making Sakura hiss and arch again in anticipation before reaching for the pull of her zipper. Naruto smirks as he pulls, seeing that Sasuke’s Sharingan has reacted—seemingly without Sasuke’s knowledge—as the dark haired boy watches the zipper open tooth by tooth. Feeling triumphant, Naruto bites Sakura’s earlobe a little harder—but not too hard—pulling the soft flesh between his teeth to suckle as he unzips her shirt the rest of the way. When it’s open, his hand moves inside immediately; slender, but still training-callused fingertips stroking the taut-yet-soft skin of Sakura’s belly.

Sakura’s muscles quiver as each upward stroke brings Naruto’s fingers closer to the underside of her breasts—still held captive in her bra—and each downward stroke brings his fingers lower past the waist of her skirt—under which she feels her panties quickly becoming wet. Finally, when Naruto’s fingers brush under the curve of her breast, only to pull away again, she makes an impatient moan/growl sound and turns partway around.

With the way she is turned, Sasuke still has a clear view and continues watching as Sakura grabs Naruto’s feminine wrist with one hand and pulls his hand to fully cup her breast. Sakura’s own hands begin to do some more exploring of their own, apparently losing any inhibition she previously had with the prospect of more pleasure to come. Sasuke watches as Sakura pushes her fingers through the holes in the mesh, stroking and teasing Naruto’s nipple before bending down and giving it a boldly curious lick. Naruto makes a sound that momentarily shocks Sasuke with how girly it sounds while still sounding so familiar that it sends a well-known thrill through the dark haired boy, immediately rushing blood to an area that had already been becoming problematic.

Sasuke is glad the two women before him—his two lovers—are currently too distracted with each other to notice Sasuke’s own predicament. Despite also feeling jealousy gnawing at him over the display, he is firm in his conviction. He will not participate in this… ridiculous display. No matter how much his libido seems determined to change his mind.

“Sakura,” Naruto moans as Sakura grazes her teeth lightly over the pert bud of flesh she was previously licking.

The sound of Naruto’s female voice saying her name that way is unexpected—despite the fact she is enjoying Naruto’s female body, her mind is still associating Naruto with being male. Still, the way Naruto says her name when he is turned on has an amazing way of making Sakura’s need burn even hotter.

Sakura stretches up to meet Naruto’s lips again, mouth already parted, tongue eager to meet its familiar partner. Sakura’s fingers find Naruto’s neglected nipple through the confines of the mesh and start playing, gently pinching and rubbing the pads of her fingers over the eager bud, the palm of her hand supporting what she can of Naruto’s breast. Wanting better access, Sakura grabs the bottom of Naruto’s shirt and drags it up. Naruto assists in pulling the shirt off, allowing his heavy breasts to bounce free. As soon as the mesh is discarded, their mouths meet again and Sakura’s hands return to their former teasing and pinching. When Sakura catches Naruto’s tongue with hers and sucks gently, Naruto arches more into her touch, moaning into her mouth. Seemingly in retaliation for Sakura’s sweet, simple torture, Naruto pulls away from their kiss to nip at her lower lip, suckling the kiss-swollen flesh as his fingers wander to slightly-sweeter territory.

A loud, needy moan suddenly sounds in the room, making Sasuke’s eyes dilate as he watches Sakura slump forward a little, fingers clutching Naruto’s shoulder, the side of her face leaning into the crook of Naruto’s neck as her hips slowly start moving in a rhythmic pattern. Sasuke really doesn’t need to look further to know what has happened, but he does anyway. Despite knowing what he will find, Sasuke feels his hunger grow as he follows the path of the female-Naruto’s arm to where his hand disappears under Sakura’s partially-hiked up skirt. Sasuke feels himself salivating and closes his slackened mouth, swallowing thickly.

He will not give in, damn it.

When Sakura feels Naruto’s fingers sliding firmly against the dampened cloth of her panties, her entire focus suddenly zones in on those fingers and the pleasure she knows they will bring as she parts her legs a little more and turns fully towards Naruto. In that moment, her senses seem heightened, and she’s acutely aware of every place her body is touching Naruto’s—the way his curvier body fits against hers in a way that is different but still so good; the way Naruto’s breasts press to hers; the slightly different feel of his currently smaller fingers rubbing firmly but teasingly between her legs.

Sakura gasps sharply as Naruto finds her clit through her panties and pinches, and suddenly she’s filled with the scent of Naruto, and has the urge to taste him. With her face pressed against the juncture of Naruto’s slender neck and shoulder, Sakura traces a pattern on that skin with her tongue before pressing her lips to it. She nips at Naruto’s neck with her teeth before soothing it away again with her tongue, her hips seeming to move in the same pattern as Naruto’s hand continues to rub against her.

Despite how good this feels, though, Sakura knows something is missing. Or, rather, someone.

With that thought in mind, Sakura slows the movement of her hips, placing a firm grip on Naruto’s arm to tell him to stop, and adding a touch of chakra to her fingers when he doesn’t get the hint right away. She can’t stop the groan of disappointment when Naruto actually does stop, but sticks to her decision nonetheless. Moving her head to look up at Naruto, she knows he understands.

His eyes move from hers to where Sasuke is still sitting on the bed they’re currently standing at the end of. A tad reluctantly, Naruto releases Sakura in order for the both of them to kneel onto the foot of the bed. Sakura sheds her unzipped shirt the rest of the way, and unzips her skirt, letting it slip free around her knees. Then the skirt is left behind while she and Naruto slowly crawl towards Sasuke as if they are two lionesses stalking their prey.

“Come on, Sasuke, it’s not going to hurt. We’ll make it feel really good, actually,” Naruto says with a smirk that is possibly made more dangerous by the deceivingly angelic face of his female form.

“You promised you would give me whatever I wanted for my birthday, Sasuke,” Sakura reminds him, adding her own fuel to the argument.

“Your birthday was two months ago,” Sasuke retorts, still being stubborn, resisting the urge to press further back on the bed as his two lovers creep ever closer.

Now is definitely not the time to start getting distracted by the way Naruto and Sakura’s bodies look as they move—rounded mounds of supple flesh pressing together and bouncing enticingly; backs curving gracefully into narrow waists and pert backsides that sway tantalizingly with each crawling step; lips pouty and kiss swollen from their previous activity; eyes half-lidded, lust-darkened, and seeming to glow as their gazes lock on his.

Finally they are there, one on either side of him. Sasuke’s legs are raised—bent slightly at the knee in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure in his now-aching cock.

“You never gave her your present, though, bastard,” Naruto reminds him, one hand sliding from Sasuke’s knee down to the juncture where his leg meets hip—so close and yet so far from where Sasuke’s arousal is demanding attention from within the confines of his pants.

Sakura presses closer, ghosting her fingers down the column of Sasuke’s exposed neck and collarbone. Sasuke feels a shiver across his skin and mentally curses the fact that she’s using knowledge of one of his most sensitive spots against him. Sasuke’s almost positive he sees amusement lurking in Sakura’s hooded green eyes, and turns his gaze to the ceiling, feigning disinterest.

“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I made that promise,” Sasuke says, trying not to let it show that he’s gritting his teeth as Sakura and Naruto’s breasts press against his knees and Naruto’s fingers stroke too close—not close enough—to Sasuke’s need.

Sakura leans in further, her lips just a breath away from Sasuke’s. “I told you I wanted to be with you two on equal ground. What, would you rather I get a strap-on and have a go at you?”

“I might!” Sasuke replies in an almost desperate tone, immediately snapping his mouth shut as he squeezes his eyes closed and wonders when Sakura gained Naruto’s ability to make him respond rashly instead of thinking first.

Sakura giggles and Naruto snickers.

“Well, maybe for your birthday…”

Sakura’s tone tells him that she might be seriously considering it, despite her amusement. Sasuke isn’t sure how to react to that, but apparently his libido is, growing more excited at the possibility.

“But for mine…” Sakura says, putting her hands on either side of his face. “I want to see you as a girl.”

Sasuke opens his eyes, confirming the smirk he suspected to be on Sakura’s tempting lips. He considers his options. Keep his dignity, but break a promise to the only girl (the wonders of Naruto’s trickster jutsu notwithstanding) he cares for? Or, keep his promise, and lose the last shred of dignity he currently feels he holds in the private company of his two lovers?

Naruto gives a long-suffering sigh and moves away. Sasuke refuses to consciously admit—even just in his own mind—that he already misses the contact of the breasts Naruto shouldn’t even have. Somewhere, deep in his subconscious, though, he laments the loss.

“Maybe we should forget it after all, Sakura. Sasuke probably can’t even do my Sexy no Jutsu.”

All rational thought flies out the window at that statement as Sasuke’s eyes snap open, Sharingan blazing, and glare straight into blue eyes he really should realize look entirely too triumphant for someone facing his infamous Bloodline Limit.

Sasuke’s fingers quickly form the seals, his eyes closing as his body is engulfed in a cloud of smoke. When it clears a moment later, there sits a petite brunette, practically swimming in the clothes the male Sasuke had been wearing. Pale, perky breasts, perfectly proportioned to fit in Sakura’s hands, peek slightly from the V of Sasuke’s open-chested shirt. Raven black locks are now slightly longer, and don’t stick up quite so much in back, due to the added silkiness of Sasuke’s female form’s hair. Sasuke’s black pants—that formerly stopped somewhere mid-shin—are now loose around his delicate-looking ankles.

Sasuke blinks slowly, Sharingan still alive in his eyes as he examines his new form, long but slender fingers flexing as he examines them. His hands aren’t much smaller, but they’re definitely no longer masculine. He looks down at the rest of himself and frowns. It’s technically exactly as he envisioned while performing the jutsu—a body type similar to Sakura’s, but with his own features (or, more accurately, similar to his mother’s, but he really doesn’t want to think about that—especially not right now). He wasn’t expecting it to feel so strange, though—like he’s in someone else’s body rather than his own. He’s suddenly nervous, belatedly getting cold feet, and just wants to cancel the jutsu and pretend it never happened, returning to his stubborn self.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Naruto chastises, his female voice cooing at Sasuke as he apparently reads Sasuke’s thoughts and threads his slender fingers with Sasuke’s.

Sakura does the same with Sasuke’s other hand, preventing him from forming the sign to cancel the jutsu. “You’re not going to take back my present before I get to enjoy it, Sasuke.”

As if they’ve planned this beforehand—and perhaps they have—Sakura and Naruto pull Sasuke’s arms above his head in near-sync. Before he cares enough to put up a struggle, Sakura straddles Sasuke and undoes the wrap around his waist. Naruto grabs the nearest loose end and pulls it free, handing it to Sakura so she can bind Sasuke’s thin wrists good and tight. The soft, white cotton of Sakura’s bra brushes against Sasuke’s face as she leans up to hold his bound wrists to the wall above him. Sasuke manages to resist the urge to mouth her breast through the fabric, and when she shifts, his self-control is really put to the test as he feels her hardened nipple rub against his cheek. While Sasuke is distracted, Naruto pulls a kunai off the nearby nightstand, embedding it in the wall above him with chakra, trapping the binding on Sasuke’s wrists in the process.

Sasuke scowls, uncaring of how the expression may mar his pretty face—even prettier than Sakura had thought possible, considering Sasuke’s male face is already impossibly pretty. Sakura smiles despite Sasuke’s scowl and presses a kiss to his lips. Naruto’s lips take her place when Sakura leans back, his tongue flicking playfully against the firmly-closed seam of Sasuke’s mouth. Naruto feels Sasuke’s lip tremble ever-so-slightly, but Sasuke stubbornly refuses to participate. Naruto chuckles breathily against Sasuke’s lips, and Sasuke clenches his jaw, wishing that sound didn’t affect him.

Naruto finally pulls away and Sakura reaches for him, digging her fingers into his long, blonde hair to pull him close. Sasuke watches as they share a kiss; watches their tongues meet across the small space between their mouths; watches the way Sakura’s fingers hold and caress Naruto’s breasts as Naruto pulls her tongue into his mouth. Then they pull apart with a soft smacking sound and Sakura licks her lips and grins coyly at Naruto.

“Help me unwrap my present?” she asks playfully, her tone husky.

“Of course!” Naruto answers immediately, eyes alight, his eagerness quite obvious.

“Don’t—” Sasuke grits out, sounding a bit more insecure than he means to, and more feminine than he expects.

Two sets of sure, feminine hands ignore his request, parting his shirt to reveal his pale breasts—nipples naturally perky and darker than Sakura’s or Naruto’s. Sakura cups one breast, tenderly circling Sasuke’s nipple and areola with her thumb, while Naruto grabs the other, squeezing slightly and testing the weight and feel of Sasuke’s new body part in his hand.

It’s... odd. The duality of their contrasting touches is something Sasuke should be used to, but these circumstances are so strange—Naruto’s way of touching him is familiar, but the feel of his hand is different, and the parts of him Naruto and Sakura are touching are entirely new, also.

For several moments Sasuke remains slightly detached, still feeling as if he is only experiencing this through someone else’s body. Then Sakura’s touch becomes firmer, more purposeful, pinching his nipple between her thumb and forefinger; Naruto’s mouth encloses around his other nipple, nipping and sucking, gently scraping his teeth across. Suddenly, Sasuke feels more a part of his body again. His perky nipples become highly-sensitive, his areola tightening with arousal. Again he feels that aching heat growing between his legs, and as Sakura’s mouth presses to his, her slick tongue glossing across his dry lips, Sasuke bucks up involuntarily, his body searching for a familiar friction between his lover’s legs that will help relieve this ache.

Sasuke groans lowly in frustration, again reminded that he’s lacking a certain body part that would make his bucking action much more useful. Sakura answers his groan with a needy mewl into his mouth, squeezing his breast and grinding herself down to him. He wonders for a moment if she’s somehow also forgotten he’s missing a certain something as well, but then he feels Naruto’s hand sliding down his stomach and slipping between his and Sakura’s bodies. Sasuke feels Naruto’s hand as it presses between his legs, through the fabric of his pants, but Naruto’s fingers aren’t rubbing at Sasuke.

Sakura mewls again, sliding her arms up around Sasuke’s neck and pressing against him as she deepens their kiss. He feels her spread her legs a little more, and then her hips are moving against Naruto’s hand, pressing the back of Naruto’s hand more firmly between Sasuke’s legs. It’s just a tease to Sasuke, though—pants still in the way; unable to fully feel either of them; his hands bound so he can’t help his own situation.

The teasing continues, almost as if Naruto and Sakura are unaware of his predicament. Sakura’s hips move steadily faster, and Sasuke can tell Naruto’s fingers are doing the same. Sakura abandon’s kissing Sasuke as her breathing grows too fast and short to continue, her moans steadily increasing in pitch and frequency. She clutches at Sasuke, mindlessly moaning Naruto’s name. Sasuke is acutely aware of how sensitive his nipples are with arousal now as Sakura’s bra-bridled bosom presses to his bared breasts, rubbing against them rhythmically. Sasuke feels himself getting wet between his legs, and the ache increases exponentially. It’s like nothing he’s experienced when his body is male, but not exactly better or worse, either. That same familiar urgency is there, beginning to drive him mad, and Sasuke finds that his hips are also moving to meet Naruto’s hand, searching for whatever relief he can find on the tail end of Sakura’s pleasure.

Naruto’s hand suddenly stops, and Sasuke’s growl of frustration is echoed by Sakura as she pulls back and gives the blonde an annoyed, questioning look.

Naruto smiles at her and digs his hand into her hair as he kisses her. Then his hands slide around to her back, finally undoing her bra and sliding it down her arms.

“It’s about time this came off,” he tells her. When the bra is tossed to the floor, Naruto’s fingers hook into the top of Sakura’s panties. “These, too.”

Sakura maneuvers herself off of Sasuke, helping Naruto pull her underwear off. Sasuke watches as Sakura’s glistening sex is revealed between her parted legs. Then Sakura’s hands move to Naruto’s pants, opening them and pushing Naruto down on the bed so she can pull them off along with the boxers Naruto put on this morning when he was still male. Within those boxers, however, Naruto is now entirely female.

Sakura drinks in the sight of a naked, female Naruto beneath her—every dip and curve and swell; the way his full breasts lay as Naruto is on his back; his narrower waist and wider hips; the wetness glistening on the folds between his legs. Sakura slides her hand down between Naruto’s legs, parting the slick folds and rubbing curiously. Naruto’s moan sends a thrill through her, and Sakura rubs a little faster. She knows what she herself likes to feel, but she’s never done this to another girl before. It’s different—a little daunting, but mostly exciting.

Bringing her fingers up to her mouth, Sakura sucks on one, tasting Naruto. His taste is familiar, but not—slightly tangier, but also sweeter. She suddenly wonders what Sasuke will taste like, and finally turns her attention back to the brunette currently scowling over at them. His eyes are bright, though, and his skin is flushed. Sakura sees his slender arms trembling, and his breasts quiver with quickened breaths.

“I should finish unwrapping my present now,” she says with an almost lascivious grin.

Sasuke eyes her warily, still not ready to admit how turned on he is watching his biologically-female lover play with his female-by-jutsu lover’s new parts, or how much he wishes one of them—better, both of them—would play with his new parts as well.

Sakura straddles Sasuke’s legs again, moaning gently as her wet sex rubs against the slightly-rough, black fabric. Her fingers work his pants open and slip inside. Sasuke breathes in sharply through his nose as Sakura’s fingers stroke against him through his underwear that is now thoroughly wet from his arousal. Sakura is encouraged by his miniscule reaction, knowing Sasuke is holding back, and circles her fingers, finding Sasuke’s clit and rubbing through his underwear.

Sasuke resists the urge to buck his hips towards Sakura’s fingers, but damn, he really wants to—just to finally get the relief his body is screaming for. But the feeling of being so wet and soft down there—of having Sakura’s fingers not wrapping around his thick rod of flesh, but pressing into him, circling a bundle of nerves that’s starting to make his thighs quiver as he fights the need to thrust for more contact—is so alien and he feels so self-conscious in this strange body with parts he’s only explored on Sakura. Sasuke is about as used to feeling self-conscious and nervous as he is used to being a girl, and he doesn’t like it.

“Let me go,” he says, hating the way his voice quakes with the effort not to moan from Sakura’s touch.

Suddenly the kunai is pulled out and Sasuke’s arms are freed from the wall, but before he has a chance to feel relieved, the shirt still hanging from his arms is used to bind his arms behind him. Then a soft, warm body is pressing up behind him, and full lips mouth his ear.

“What’s the matter, Sasuke?” Naruto asks huskily as both his hands reach around Sasuke’s new body to cup and tease his breasts with slender fingers. “You’ve never wanted to escape our touch before,” the blonde boy-turned-girl says with a nip and a lick to Sasuke’s ear.

That’s not entirely true, but Sasuke likes the way things turned out between them once he gave in, so he doesn’t care to argue.

“I want to be a man again. Let me cancel the jutsu.”

One of Naruto’s hands runs up Sasuke’s body, digging into his now-shoulder length hair, combing it back from Sasuke’s face over and over, in an almost calming manner. At the same time, Naruto’s other hand slides down, down, into Sasuke’s open pants and under his underwear.

“Let me go,” Sasuke repeats, and wonders if it’s because his girlish voice isn’t as commanding that they won’t obey. He almost snorts at the thought a second later. Naruto has never obeyed him, and Sakura is definitely no longer the obedient little girl he left behind years ago.

Sasuke sees Sakura look up towards Naruto as her hand is replaced by his. A silent conversation seems to go on between them, and then Sakura’s green eyes, burning with passion and determination, lock onto his. Sasuke can’t seem to look away, and realizes moments later that the Sharingan is again recording every move his lovers make.

“Are you running away, Sasuke?” Sakura asks, fingers slowly skating up Sasuke’s sensitized skin as Naruto strokes a single finger between Sasuke’s wet folds.

Sakura bites her lip as her fingers lightly caress Sasuke’s breasts, avoiding his nipples but making them tighten nonetheless. Then she leans closer, pressing her breasts to Sasuke’s, and puts her lips to the ear Naruto hasn’t already claimed.

“Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”

Sasuke closes his eyes so no one will see them roll back as Naruto pinches his clit. “What?” comes his strangled reply to Sakura.

“A female orgasm,” she answers as if it’s obvious.

Sasuke’s head drops back against Naruto’s shoulder when Naruto moves his thumb to the task of teasing Sasuke’s clit, his fingers sliding down to press inside of Sasuke. This time, Sasuke can’t hold back his moan.

“Nnnh!” It’s strange and he still wants to fight it on principle, but his body craves this and his hips tilt up, allowing Naruto’s fingers better access.

Sakura starts kissing his neck, pleased that Sasuke is finally starting to cooperate. Her mouth moves steadily lower over his skin, until finally she is breathing hotly against his eager nipple before taking it in her mouth. She uses a hand to give attention to Sasuke’s other nipple at the same time, and feels Sasuke’s hips steadily starting to gyrate beneath her, meeting Naruto’s dutiful hand.

Just as Sasuke is losing himself in the bliss Naruto’s fingers are bringing him—forgetting about his inhibitions due to his body being female—Naruto pulls away his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth with a moaned hum.

“I want to taste,” Sakura says, her breath fanning against Sasuke’s wet nipple as she speaks.

Naruto sets his chin on Sasuke’s shoulder, face pressed to Sasuke’s cheek, and Sasuke can feel him grin.

“I think you should taste it fresh,” Naruto tells her.

Sakura’s eyes widen a little and Sasuke sees that excitement spark in them again.

Sakura hooks her fingers over Sasuke’s pants and into his underwear, and Sasuke automatically complies with her intentions, lifting his hips for her to pull the clothing away.

Then Naruto is leaning Sasuke back and Sakura is pushing his knees up, spreading his legs to reveal what’s between them. Sakura’s eyes glow with a hunger that makes Sasuke abuzz with anticipation.

Sakura’s fingers delicately spread the lips of Sasuke’s pussy, opening him up to her, and her tongue licks slowly at the juices already dripping. Her tongue dips inside him with a sort of swirl, and Sasuke pants as his hips tip up—wondering at the deliciously wet, probing feeling, and wanting more. Sakura pulls away, though, licking her lips and looking satisfied. Sasuke growls then.

“What’s the matter, bastard? I thought you didn’t want to do this as a girl?” Naruto comments with an obvious smirk in his tone.

“Don’t tease him, Naruto. Repressing your desires is really difficult, even for Sasuke,” Sakura chastises, though Sasuke notes a hint of teasing in her voice as well. She looks at Sasuke. “So what do you want?”

She punctuates the question by finding Sasuke’s clit with her thumb and gently massaging it.

“…more…”

“Hmm? What was that?” Naruto asks, licking his thumbs and forefingers and using them to gently pinch Sasuke’s nipples again.

“Nnh!” Sasuke moans, not wanting to elaborate.

Sakura pinches Sasuke’s clit and then moves her fingers away completely, moving to straddle him and bring their faces closer, as if also wanting to better hear him.

“Just say it, Sasuke,” she tells him, bracing herself over him so he can feel her heat but not her skin.

“More, I need more,” his feminine voice growls, the frustration of being constantly aroused without finding relief making him itch with impatience.

Sakura kisses him with parted lips. “More what?”

“More you,” he says, hoping that will be enough. Sakura’s lips still hover above his, and he looks at them longingly before giving in to his desire and reaches for her lips with his. “Touch me more.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Naruto chastises with a cluck of his tongue and harsher twist of Sasuke’s nipples that makes the brunette hiss and arch—not completely out of pain. “Is that any way to ask?”

Naruto maneuvers his way out from behind Sasuke, letting the brunette drop back to the propped-up pillows as Naruto moves to straddle Sasuke behind Sakura.

Sasuke grits his teeth, refusing to cooperate any further. Hasn’t he lost enough of his dignity and control as it is? But then Sakura lowers herself a little, and Sasuke feels the lips of her pussy rub slickly against his before all contact is lost again, and his dignity is tossed out the window in favor of fulfilling his carnal needs.

“Please.”

“Please what?” Naruto prompts, looking down at Sasuke from over Sakura’s shoulder, which he starts trailing kisses over.

“Please! Touch me more, Sakura! Naruto!”

Sakura smiles again. “All you had to do was ask.” Then she takes his mouth in a quick, deep kiss before climbing off of him.

Sasuke doesn’t get a chance to protest, though, because then Sakura is playing with his nipples with her mouth. Naruto moves immediately to take Sakura’s place straddling Sasuke, claiming Sasuke’s mouth for himself now as he presses his own wet pussy to Sasuke’s.

Sasuke moans and bends his leg to allow for more contact between them, trying to take control of the kiss, as well. It’s difficult when he’s in such a submissive position, and Sasuke’s arms are suddenly aching with the need to move—to touch. He grunts with discomfort into Naruto’s kiss and Naruto pulls back questioningly, a little annoyed as he suspects Sasuke is going to protest again.

“Unbind me.”

Naruto’s face screws up at the command, obviously taking it as another protest, but Sasuke doesn’t want Naruto’s thickheadedness to ruin the mood just when things are really good, so he rushes on.

“Please. Unbind me. I want to touch you both.”

When Sasuke’s arms are finally freed, it takes a moment for proper feeling to return to his fingers, but when it does he finally fulfills his desire to touch his lovers.

As Naruto frotts against him, Sasuke’s hands move up his blonde lover’s body, memorizing Naruto’s surprisingly-pleasing female form with touch and Sharingan. Naruto’s breasts bounce against his body as he swivels his hips against Sasuke’s, and Sasuke cups them in his hands, relishing how heavy and supple and abundant they are in his female form’s slightly smaller hands. Naruto’s movements slow and pause, eyes locking with Sasuke’s as he explores Naruto’s unfamiliar body.

Sasuke moves one hand to Sakura’s breast, unconsciously comparing hers to Naruto’s and finding he likes both. He slides his hand around her back and pulls her to him, taking her nipple in his mouth as his hand smoothes its way down her back to knead the flesh of her backside. His hand caresses its way to her front again, fingers slipping down between her legs to push inside her already-eager sex. Sakura cries out in pleasure and Naruto starts moving against Sasuke again as Sakura leans against the two of them for support.

Soon, Sasuke is coaxing Sakura to straddle his face and he supports her with his hands as he laps at her clit with his tongue. Naruto braces an arm around Sakura and suckles her neck and earlobe, heightening the onslaught of her arousal. Reaching his other hand between himself and Sasuke, he finds Sasuke’s clit with his thumb and rubs, fast and firm, even as he continues rubbing his own pussy against Sasuke’s. Their juices mix, making it extremely—deliciously—slick.

Sakura finds one of Sasuke’s hands and threads her fingers with his, holding on tightly as Sasuke’s tongue does unspeakable things to her. She reaches her other hand back, digging her fingers into Naruto’s long hair and turning her head back so he can kiss her. Their tongues tangle, mouths echoing each other’s sounds of pleasure.

The three of them writhe and moan together, tongues and fingers working furiously to bring their partners more pleasure, each of them feeling their own climax building and building to almost excruciating heights. Finally, with a plunge of his tongue into Sakura’s pussy, Sasuke feels her inner walls spasm tightly as her orgasm hits, a sharp cry escaping Sakura as her body arches back and tenses with her release. As if the intensity of Sakura’s orgasm has flooded into their bodies, Naruto and Sasuke soon find their climaxes crashing through them like a tidal wave.

When it hits, Sasuke isn’t the only one stunned at the way every inch of his skin seems to spark with electricity, from his scalp to his toes, and every muscle in his body seems to be spasming with its own mini-orgasm. For an eternity, it seems he forgets to breathe, so overcome by the onslaught. Then, finally—yet too soon—it’s over, and Sasuke and Naruto are both left panting, breasts heaving with each breath.

After several moments to catch their breath and allow the room to stop spinning, Sasuke and Naruto help Sakura off of Sasuke in order to lay beside him. Then Naruto slumps to the other side of Sasuke, twining a smooth, shapely leg with Sasuke’s equally-still-feminine one. Sakura mimics the action, stretching an arm across Sasuke’s body to tenderly caress the side of Naruto’s breast as he presses to Sasuke’s side. Naruto smiles over at her lazily, until a soft, not-quite-snore catches their attention and they both look up at their brunette lover.

Sasuke is sleeping peacefully, one arm under either of them, blissfully unaware—or uncaring—that he’s dropped his defenses while still in the female form.

Sakura and Naruto share a soft, pleased laugh at the sight, and snuggle into Sasuke.

A few minutes later, as Sakura is just giving in to the pull of sleep, as well, she hears Naruto’s voice.

“You know… he might seem peaceful now, but when he comes back to his senses he’s gonna be a bitch about it again. You’re probably really going to have to get a strap-on now, to make him shut up.”

Sakura snickers softly, pressing her nose into the soft flesh at the top of Sasuke’s breast.

“He’ll have to wait for his birthday. It’s already wrapped up.”

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End

A/N2: Hope you guys liked it! Review?

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