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It's far more emotionally charged then it should be.
All they're doing is having sex in a car.
But Sakura can't stop the endless drone of confessions escaping her and the apologies that follow suit.
They'd never love her.
She knows that.
It's just casual.
They're virtually dating and they're just humoring her because she asked.
How could she be dumb enough to hope that they want her?
No, they'd never.
Even if Naruto's voice is soft against her throat and his hands glide over her torso so comfortably. The motions are fluid, they feel right to him and to her. His hand spans across the semi-toned flesh of her stomach and the other is raised to grab at her chest. Slowly and methodically, not vicious, it's tender.
It's so fucking tender.
He knows this is it, that this is his only chance to go at the only girl he's ever loved. Even if she begged him to go down on her, she knows that won't happen. He already has a life, and she doesn't really fit into it anymore. Even as a casual thing, she can't picture herself as part of it in any way other than a deluded fantasy.
Maybe she's crying a little bit as Sasuke eats her out, maybe she has all rights to do so. She never should've asked to dine on the forbidden fruit. She'd never be able to experience it, she'd never be able to yearn as hard as she anticipates herself doing.
One foot rests on the console between passenger and driver seat, the other lay on the backseats, and Sasuke is somewhat in the well behind the passenger seat. What matters is that his hands are gripping the underside of her thighs and he's lapping greedily at her cunt. There's no refrain to his motions, almost like he actually wants her.
Which she knows isn't true.
That he's just trying to give her a good once in a lifetime opportunity.
Because who is she kidding, why on earth would they love her?
All she did was bother them. She tried so fucking hard to be good enough for them. She wonders if she ever was. She wonders if she'll ever find that out. If all of her effort paid off, if the ability to shatter the ground they walk on impressed them, if willing to damn near kill herself with chakra exhaustion to save them made them feel anything.
Orgasm whips through her again and Sasuke doesn't let any of it drip onto the car seat below them. It would've cleaned off easy, leather upholstery is good for not taking on stains. But he didn't want to let it get on the car, he wanted all of it.
Her body doesn't stop shaking even as she comes down from the high. Her face is wet with tears and she apologizes over and over again.
"Sakura..." Naruto's voice is soft as he holds her close.
"I'm sorry." She barely choked out the words, over and over again. She laughs a little bit, "This was supposed to be casual."
"Sakura, let's be serious," Sasuke said firmly as he stood up a bit to try and join them a bit more. He ended up folding the driver seat over so he could get close enough to hold her hands.
"Yeah, Sasuke?" Sakura asked with a shaky and stuttery tone.
"Was it ever casual?" He smiled softly as he spoke. It radiated a warmth that's almost never shown to anyone. He squeezes her hands between his own.
And she just cries. She doesn't quite understand why she's crying even though that's a good thing. It's just all been building up for too long she supposes.
"Oh fuck, Sakura, did you think we were stringing you along?" Naruto asked. If it weren't for how they were seated he'd be holding her face in his hands, wiping away her tears and pressing his forehead to hers. But he just settles for rubbing circles on her thigh in a manner that he hopes is comforting.
"Maybe-"
"Hey, look at me." It's a demand in truth.
And Sakura does as told.
She looks at Sasuke and he looks back at her, obsidian faces down with emerald.
"I promise you," Sasuke started with, "We weren't stringing you along, alright? You're not our third wheel."
"I'm not?" Sakura asked, voice weak.
"No, god no. I thought Naruto was supposed to be the idiot." Sasuke can't help the chuckle that escapes him as he speaks. He draws Sakura's hands a little bit closer to his chest, "You're not a third wheel, you're not an annoyance, you're not just some girl- and I'm only saying all this because I'm a little bit high on the rush -you're our third."
"You're important," Naruto said quietly, "It wouldn't be right without you."
"But aren't you two dating?"
And Sasuke laughs again. A genuine laughter. It's so rare to hear it from him, and they get it more than once in a night. He speaks with the same firmness, but the sharp edge is gone entirely, "That's just a rumor, Sakura."
"It is?"
Naruto nodded, "He said no unless we got you involved."
"And you willingly agreed to those terms," Sasuke added, "You know why?"
"Why?" Whether she knew or not she wanted to hear it from them, to make it real.
Naruto raises a hand up to hers, to hold at least one of them alongside Sasuke, "Because you're one of us, or something like that."
"Don't bother trying to be poetic, idiot," Sasuke said. "To put in words that actually make sense, it's because we love you."
Sakura swallowed thickly, "The both of you?"
"We just fucked you in the back of a car until sundown," Sasuke deadpanned the words.
"Of course we do!" Naruto's excited tone stings just a bit, but it doesn't hurt her ears too much considering the words.
"Now." Sasuke let go of Sakura's hands to clasp his together. He grins just a bit, "You ready for another round?"
Sakura shook her head, "I'm fucked out."
Sasuke hummed in response, "Would you be up to take care of Naruto then?"
A grin starts to tug at her lips at the idea, "What did you have in mind?"
"We go to my place, tie him to the bed, and leave him begging for it," Sasuke said.
Naruto whined just a bit, excitement coursed through him at the notions regardless.
"I'd definitely be up to that," Sakura answered with, grin fully formed on her face.