#petrikore

Sakura approached her weary and slightly sweaty husband with a soft smile and a cup of tea. “Had a good time?”

Itachi’s morning had been spent entertaining the Uchiha offspring with presents in a large red suit, a pillow strapped to his belly and held in place by a wide black belt. He lolled his head to the side to look at her. He had practically ripped the fake beard from his face, the elastic detached from one side as it lay strewn across the chair in the corner with his pillow. “Why are there so many children in this clan?”

Itachi took the warm drink from her dainty fingers with gratitude. She settled next to him, tucking her feet under him and giggled. “Post-war celebration is apparently quite potent.” 

She was right, of course. The clan had never been more vibrant than it had been in the years after the Fourth Great Ninja War. The Uchiha, having played a large role in Konoha’s victory, solidified its place in the village through the strongest methods: marriage. Having married a member of the Senju himself, he’d say that for the first time… Peace felt real.

It was very much a bonus that her proclivities were aligned with his. Still, Itachi was caught off guard by the gleam in her eye. “Really?”

Sakura shrugged. She had left the gathering earlier, claiming the need to run errands with his mother. “It’s not the suit, I swear. Just… You… With kids…” 

Her cheeks were turning a delicious shade of pink as he studied her, her thighs flexing under her in an attempt to relieve some pressure. 

Itachi smirked. “Did you want to sit on Santa-ojii’s lap too, Sakura-chan?”

Sakura’s jaw dropped and she smacked his shoulder. “Itachi!” 

Itachi laughed quietly, grabbing her wrist. “Come on, tell me what you want for Christmas.”

He placed his tea on the side table before pulling her arm across his body, coaxing the rest of her to follow. With his guidance, her hands found the arm of the couch and she hovered over his lap, lips pursed together as she awaited her next direction. 

“You’ve been a good girl this year,” he started, his hand tracing a path up the back of her thigh, pushing under her skirt only to find nothing but her bare pussy, already slick for him. He swiped two fingers through, studying the way her nectar strung between them. “Oh? It seems I’m mistaken.”

“Ita—” The pressure of his hand between her shoulder blades halted her protests, encouraging her to rest across his thighs. Her wetness stained the Uchiha symbol on her back and Itachi felt the possessive piece of his heart preen. His eyes traveled down the length of her, catching on her perfect ass, skin pale and waiting for his marks. 

“Are you wearing my sweater?”

Sakura glanced up from the scroll she was reading to see her boyfriend, wet hair hanging down around his eyes that were, for once, not covered by his signature shades. His chest was bare, a tiny beetle scuttling along the sharp angle of his collarbone.

“I got cold,” she replied, her eyes returning to the text in front of her. 

“You are not wearing pants. Are you not still cold?” He raised an eyebrow skeptically, but she could feel the heat of his gaze travelling down her outstretched legs. 

She shrugged, struggling to keep her composure under his scrutiny. “Did you want it back?”

“Not yet,” he murmured, crossing the small room and placing a knee at the foot of the bed. His fingers were warm as they wrapped around her ankle and dragged her down. “Are you wearing anything else?”

Sakura didn’t get to respond before he sought the answer for himself, pushing the black turtleneck up her hips. She shivered as the chill of the room kissed her exposed skin. Shino didn’t look up, fixated on the sight of her bared before him. 

One, two kisses as he parted her legs gently, eyes finally locking onto hers as he pressed the flat of his tongue to her clit. Her breath hitched, a hand reaching down to tangle into his hair. It was almost criminal really, how good he was, how well he knew every inch of her body. 

It wasn’t long before she was writhing against his sheets, legs wrapped over his shoulders as the first wave swept over her. She grit her teeth, hand clamped over her mouth as she cursed the living situations of clan heirs apparent. When it was over and she was twitching helplessly, Shino lifted his lips from her, flashing a rare smile. 

“You are woefully mistaken if you think this is over, Sakura-san.” 

She was still catching her breath as he flipped her onto her stomach, his mouth pressing kisses to the sensitive spots on her shoulder and back. Her hips lifted subconsciously as he aligned himself with her entrance. 

“Shino, your pare—”

“Do you really wish to speak of them here? Now?” He taunted, slipping the tip of his cock through her folds.

No. No, she didn’t. 

It didn’t matter really, because all thoughts fled her mind when Shino pressed into her until his hip bones dug into the flesh of her ass. She grabbed one of his pillows, burying her broken moans into the down. One of his hands was planted on the back of her neck, the other on her waist to hold her steady as he thrust into her, slow and hard. 

Her second peak hit suddenly, Shino tumbling right after her, hissing in her ear about how hot and tight she felt. He was at her side, nose pressed into her neck with his arms around her waist when she came to.

As a medical professional, Sakura was familiar with the theory of chakra addiction. It was why nurses and medics were rotated so often; it was all too easy to get hooked on the feel of another’s life force.

The first time was during the war. They didn’t think anything of it. Didn’t think. Naruto was sharing chakra with everyone. The thrum of Kurama’s chakra when it hit the stored energy of her Byakugou was stronger than adrenaline heightened by the thrill of the battle. They didn’t think.

The second time, they were drunk. Too drunk. The heat that coursed through her veins was alcohol first, and then Naruto lost control and she was on fire. They fucked in the alley behind the bar. Sakura lost her jacket, but the snowfall didn’t seem to bother her as much as it did earlier that evening.

By the third time, she had an inkling of a thought that they might have a problem on their hands. Naruto’s eyes flashed red when they saw her. She could practically see Kurama’s chakra bleeding, reaching for her. She swallowed and turned on her heel, headed back to her apartment before they did something they regretted in public.

He caught up to her quickly and flashed them both straight into her bedroom, holding her flush against his chest with his nose buried in her hair.

“Let me feel it, Sakura-chan.”

The hot tendrils of Kurama’s chakra tickled the seal on her forehead. She shouldn’t. She really shouldn’t.

“Naruto—”

“It’s not just him, Sakura.” The voice that came from her teammate’s throat was deeper, more primal.

She shuddered against him. “Kurama.”

“You cannot deny us for long, vixen. You want to feel it as much as we want to feel you.”

Her resolve was weakening. It was never strong to begin with.

A consenting nod was all it took; she was on the bed with her ass in the air before she could blink, Naruto’s hands pushing her skirt up and her shorts down, baring her to him. Sakura’s eyes were squeezed shut, whimpers spilling from her lips as his chakra lit every up every node his fingers passed over.

The heat was overwhelming. She could feel the telltale trail of sweat dripping down her temple as Kurama forced more of himself into her. At the same time, Naruto pushed two fingers inside her pulsing core and licked the salt from the divots at the small of her back. She knew what she had to do to put the fire out.

Sakura reached back and wrapped a hand around Naruto’s wrist, climbing on top of him as he fell to the mattress. The room glowed red, then white as Sakura released her Byakugou seal and impaled herself on Naruto’s length. She felt him watching her, Kurama’s eyes mirrored in her mind as they moved in tandem, their hands pressing bruises into her hips.