narusakusasu. poly endgame! contains narusaku, sasusaku, narusasu! they're all into each other, don't read if u have a problem w that.
based on this prompt: Muse A and Muse B send explicit photos of themselves to Muse C through a dating/social media app
He's alone in his dorm room when he gets the notification on Snapchat.
Dobe has sent you a snap
Sasuke glances at it, and then turns back to his readings with a slight frown. His hand twitches towards his phone but he forces the motion into a turning of the page, his eyes set on the highlighted text. It's probably a streak snap. He can't afford to get distracted.
His phone lights up again, and despite all his self control, Sasuke's eyes dart towards his screen once more.
Annoying has sent you a snap
Sasuke reaches out without thinking but he quickly catches himself, drawing his hand back to flatten his hand on top of his book. He takes in a deep breath and releases it. So what if the two of them had sent him snaps one right after the other? They were probably with each other right now, doing something fun. He didn't have time for fun right now. He was studying.
He swallows and then glances at the time. 11:43 PM. Something curls inside of his chest, a monster of jealousy and hurt, and Sasuke isn't quite sure who he's jealous of. Sakura, of being able to bask in Naruto's sunshine joy, his endless support and belief, his glorious tanned skin and loud laughter? Or maybe Naruto, who had the pleasure of Sakura's company and quick wit, her gentle hands and sweet blushes, and the raging passion behind forest green eyes?
He pushes down the thoughts of his two best friends. He has no right to be hurt thinking of the fun they were probably having. He was the one who chose to leave after all and chose to attend Oto instead of Konoha. So what if they were probably having a movie marathon right now, or eating out in Denny's or something. So what?
Sasuke's just about ready to turn off his Wi-Fi when a text comes through.
Naruto: Check ur snaps teme
He pauses. Just as he does, he gets another notification from Snapchat, this time from their group chat.
Sasuke's lips thin and he gives one last glance at his readings before he gives up and unlocks his phone. He doesn't bother replying to Naruto's text, choosing instead to go straight to his snap. He doesn't know quite what he's expecting when he presses it, he isn't thinking really beyond a mild annoyance, but the moment he opens the snap, his eyes widen and he drops his phone with a strangled choke.
His phone clatters on his desk, shocking him, and Sasuke finds himself gaping at his screen back on his inbox. The timer has already ticked down, the snap gone, and the small text that prods him to replay it screams at him.
Sasuke swallows, his throat suddenly dry. He must have been seeing things. That was the only explanation. It was impossible… Naruto wouldn't have sent him something like that, and Sakura wasn't the type to… He reaches out to his phone, and this time, his hands are steady, and he's ready when he presses the replay.
The picture opens again and once more, Sasuke finds the breath caught in his throat, his heart stopping and his eyes wide. He wasn't seeing things.
Naruto had actually, honestly, sent him a snap of Sakura shirtless, only in a bra with cards in her hand and a flush on her cheeks. Sasuke's gaze is frozen on his friend's chest, small but perky, the curve of her breasts beautiful over the plain black cloth covering them. If he was thinking straight, he would have thought to look over the picture for more details, for an explanation of why-why was she shirtless in front of Naruto? Why had Naruto sent him a picture? But his only thought was how nice Sakura's boobs were. Sasuke finds that his face is hot and he presses a hand to his cheeks, his breath ragged.
Sasuke swallows. He's warier now as his thumb hovers Sakura's username. If Naruto had sent him a snap like that, what could have Sakura sent him? His finger twitches, and Sasuke forces himself to press down and open Sakura's snap.
The picture opens and Sasuke has to stifle a groan, his free hand coming up to cover his mouth. It's Naruto shirtless and he's leaning back on his hands, displaying miles of golden brown skin, his stomach taut and abs apparent. He has a mischievous grin on his face, and the camera is angled just so that it's obvious that Naruto is only in his boxers. There's a treasure trail of blonde hair going down his underwear, the black of Naruto's stomach tattoo stark against his skin.
The timer goes down to zero, and this time, Sasuke doesn't hesitate when he presses replay. He's not so off guard as he was with Sakura's picture, and this time he sees the little details he was looking for. He notices the beer bottles—ugh, they still drink the same stupid brand Sasuke hates— and the losing hand of cards Naruto has, and an orange clump of cloth that Sasuke is betting is Naruto's shirt.
They're playing strip poker.
Sasuke huffs. Stupid. They're both stupid, and drunk.
He goes to their groupchat labelled Team 7 and opens up the snap Naruto had sent to the group. It's nothing as obscene as the earlier pics, just a picture of the table in between him and Sakura, cards spread out and a bottle on other side, both half-empty. And the caption of course.
'Wish you were here'
Sasuke: Idiots. I'm studying. Fuck off.
It only takes a few seconds before Sakura's bitmoji pops up as she opens their shared group chat.
Annoying: We miss you too, Sasuke-kun
Sasuke hesitates, just for a moment, before he sends a heart. He immediately feels embarrassed the moment he does so and locks his phone before he places it face down. Okay. No more. He has to study.
He rubs a hand through his hair and grits his teeth. He can't afford to slack off. There's no one here to compare him to his prodigal brother and Sasuke's only enemy is himself, yet he still finds himself losing somedays. He needs to get better. He needs to be the top of his class.
A series of pings and vibrations from his phone distract him and Sasuke grumbles slightly. He's still so weak for them. He flips his phone over and blinks in surprise at the series of snaps that Naruto has sent him.
He opens them.
"Watch," Naruto mock whispers to the camera, his intoxication obvious in his giggles. The camera shakes for a moment before it focuses on Sakura. Her pink hair is loose over her face, an expression of utmost concentration on her features as she stares at the cards in her hand. The camera drops down to Naruto's hand, a royal flush, before it goes back to Sakura.
It zooms in just as Naruto displays his set, perfectly capturing Sakura's look of horror.
The next snap automatically plays, and it's just a 6-second picture of Sakura glaring at Naruto, her eyes deadly even with the haze of alcohol. Sasuke's lip twitches into a small smile.
The next video plays and Sasuke's jaw drops.
Slowly, in an unknowingly seductive motion, Sakura ducks her head, her cheeks flushed with an embarrassed red before she reaches behind her. Naruto's breathing deepens as Sakura unhooks her bra, clasping it to her chest with one hand before she slips off the straps in a slow and sensual motion. She tosses her bra to the side and then looks up at the camera through her eyelashes, her eyelids half-lidded.
"Drop your hands, Sakura-chan," Naruto rasps, his voice shaky. (The video continues, and Sasuke has never been more glad that Snapchat has updated their video-feature instead of cutting them off automatically at 10 seconds.)
Sakura presses her hands closer to her chest and it only accentuates the swell of her boobs before she slowly brings them down to her lap, revealing her perky breasts.
"Oh my god," Naruto whispers (and Sasuke echoes him, albeit in his head). He doesn't do anything as crude as to zoom in to Sakura's boobs. Sasuke is glad for it, only because Sakura's flustered, embarrassed expression is still seen and fuck, she's so cute, and she's so hot, and Sasuke hates her a little for it.
It's not the first set of boobs that he's seen. He's been in college for a few months now, after all, and there's no shortage of girls who are dead set on getting in his bed but—
This is Sakura. Sakura, one of his best friends. Sakura, the dork, with her too large forehead that she had finally grown into, and her girly girl ways that had evolved into who she was now—one of the boys, athletic and fit and fierce, yet still very much an attractive woman.
Sakura, with her pert breasts and cute nipples, and her shy, flustered smile.
His hands shake as he messages Naruto.
Sasuke: Why are you sending me this?
Naruto quickly responds.
Dobe: bcos weve always to see it n i didnt wan tu to miss out
God. Sasuke hates texting him while he's drunk. Naruto's sober texts are already bad enough, he has to deal with the idiot drunk also? He hesitates, just for a moment, before he sends another message.
Sasuke: Sakura doesn't mind?
There's a pause, and it's enough to make Sasuke worried. He leans back into his chair and presses a hand on the swell of his cock in his pants. He groans to himself, so so thankful that he's alone in his dorm. When he closes his eyes, all he can see is Sakura's bare chest, the swell of her breasts and the curve of her shoulder, her neck, flawless, unmarked skin, and the muscles in her arms, toned from the gym. His cock throbs and Sasuke can't help it, he squeezes slightly.
Was it bad to masturbate to thoughts of your friend? Probably.
His phone vibrates and Sasuke's eyes shoot open. It's a snap from Sakura this time and Sasuke licks his dry lips. He opens it and he didn't know it was possible, but his dick gets even harder. He groans sligthly. It's a selfie, and it's not uncommon for Sakura to send him pictures of herself, but—but she's still shirtless, still bare before his eyes, and the camera is much closer now and Sasuke can see everything. There's a mole on her right boob, and Sasuke finds his mouth watering at the thought of putting his mouth on her and fuck, he really shouldn't be fantasizing about her.
Annoying: I don't mind
Between the three of them, Sasuke should be the one with the most rationality left in him, yet all of that has left his brain. He hasn't drank a bit, but he feels like he's drunk. All the blood has rushed down to his cock, and it's his only defense for his next message.
Sasuke: Wish I was there.
The reply comes instantly.
Annoying: What would you do if you were here?
Sasuke chokes out a dry laugh. Was he really about to start sexting Sakura? Because it sure as hell seemed like he was. He stews over a possible reply. He's not quite bold enough to push through. Sakura was the one with brave moments, and Naruto was the reckless one between the three of them. Sasuke always thought out his moves.
Sasuke: Beat you all in strip poker
He sees her read the message and he almost huffs in disappointment when she doesn't immediately reply. He presses his phone under his chin and shakes his head at himself. Control yourself, Uchiha, he berates himself. He's supposed to be better than this.
A minute later, his phone vibrates and he immediately opens it. It's a snap from Sakura.
There's laughter, Sakura's high-pitched giggles a contrast to Naruto's wild bursts of laughter. He has his hands on his boxers, a mischievous grin on his face before he winks at the camera. The swell of his dick is obvious through his boxers, fully hard and tenting the material.
"Don't be sad if I'm bigger than you," Naruto taunts (and Sasuke rolls his eyes, scoffing slightly), before Naruto pushes his underwear down. His cock bobs up back to his stomach, just as beautiful as the rest of him, tufts of blonde pubic hair peeking through, a contrast to the black ink of his swirling tattoo. Sakura squeals, and the camera shakes before the video cuts off.
He just saw his best friend's dick. Sasuke tried not to laugh hysterically. Fuck. It was unfair. Naruto probably was bigger than him. And god, now, Sasuke couldn't stop thinking about Sakura's breasts and Naruto's dick, and what he'd do to get his mouth on either of them. He should be studying. He really should be studying.
Dobe: no proff ur bigger than me? Its acceptedd that I have bigger dic now
Sasuke groans out loud and cover his face. God. He couldn't believe these two were his friends. He drops a hand over his crotch and tentatively rubs himself over his sweats. What harm could it do, anyway? He's seen them. What was letting them see him?
Dobe: chicken!
Sasuke's eye twitches.
Before he knows it, he's pushing down his sweats and pulling out his dick from his pants. He doesn't give himself the time to doubt or think, and just wraps a hand around his dick, the other holding his phone to a snap a pic. He sends it.
He watches with stunned anticipation, disbelief at himself, as the arrow changes, revealing that Naruto has opened it.
He almost drops his phone when it starts to ring.
Naruto Uzumaki
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