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sasuke x y/n from a scene in the bonus chapter of brat party

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quick sketch request from @jkjkjksummonz

toji in the first chapter of 707: [blah blah blah... proper name, place name, backstory stuff] (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ⋆˚✿˖°

idk why the quality sucks so much. idk why y/n's ass it popping out.

i am not good at drawing bodies

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brat party fanart (im the fan T_T)

the full uncensored version is members only. if u decide to support, i'll be immensely grateful!

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guysss im thinking of starting a patreon for sasusaku content. it'll also include nanami kento, toji fushiguro, and some other 'nice' looking guys.

i might draw fanart for my own stories T_T

most posts will be public, but i might make some of the nsfw art for members.

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brat party

bonus chapter

warnings: cunnilingus, smut, unprotected sex, piv, doggy style, mating press, cremapie(s), mention of gun play

fanart 1

fanart 2

the shrill blare of your alarm pierced through the peaceful quiet of the room, signalling the start of the day. you groaned, smacking at your phone to silence it. beside you, sasuke barely stirred, his face buried in the pillow. his messy black hair stuck up in every direction, and his arm was draped lazily over his eyes, shielding him from the morning light filtering through the curtains.

"sasuke," you called softly, nudging his shoulder.

he grunted in response, turning his face further into the blanket.

"get up... i have class."

he just stilled in your bed, his mouth agape, breathing into the pillow.

you muttered, shaking him again. "you’re in my bed, and i need to get ready."

"then go," he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. "i’m sleeping."

"bitch."

his only response was another groan, his body curling deeper into the blankets like a child refusing to wake up for school. your patience, already worn thin by the alarm, officially snapped. without a second thought, you placed both hands on his shoulder and gave him a hard shove.

the result was immediate—and satisfying.

sasuke landed on the floor with a dull thud, the blanket tangled around his legs. he blinked up at you, his expression caught somewhere between groggy confusion and mild betrayal. "did you just—?"

"yep." you sat up, stretching your arms above your head.

he rubbed the back of his head, scowling. "you didn’t have to push me off."

"didn’t i, though?" you quipped, grabbing your phone and heading to the bathroom. "make yourself useful and fold the blanket while you’re down there."

as you disappeared into the bathroom, you could hear him muttering something under his breath about "violent women" and "never sleeping over again." you smirked to yourself, knowing full well he didn’t mean it.

you freshened up, and took a quick shower. you changed inside the bathroom itself. when you stepped out of the bathroom, sasuke was sprawled on your bed, buried under the blanket.

"sasuke... my roommate will be back anytime. get upppp." you nudged his shoulder.

he groaned and swatted your hand away.

you sighed. "just... wake up and be out before 10 am, okay?"

he nodded, half-asleep.

the days that followed were strange—so unfamiliar yet oddly natural. the anger and distance that had always hardened sasuke's expression were gone. he was still sasuke, still stoic and brooding, still quiet and enigmatic.

he didn’t avoid you anymore. if anything, he gravitated toward you in ways that felt both deliberate and accidental. between classes, you’d find him leaning against the hallway wall, one hand tucked into his pocket, waiting. he never said he was waiting for you, but the way his dark eyes followed you as you approached, the slight nod he gave when you stopped beside him—it was enough.

at lunch, he started sitting with you and your friends, though he didn’t say much. he let naruto and ino carry the conversations while shikamaru and sakura threw in sarcastic remarks. but every now and then, his gaze would flicker to you, lingering for a second too long. once, when you reached for the soy sauce, he passed it to you before you could even ask, his fingers brushing yours for just a moment.

when you caught him looking, he didn’t look away. instead, he held your gaze.

he wasn’t resistant anymore. he didn’t flinch when your hands brushed, didn’t shy away when your laughter bubbled out too loud. he didn’t push you away when you teased him, though his muttered retorts still held their signature bite.

"so, did you notice how he used the inclusive 'we' throughout the entire segment? classic use of a positive politeness strategy. it’s brown and levinson 101—minimising distance by emphasising shared goals. and then, right after that, he slips in that... hedged commitment—'we might consider'. it’s so subtle, but it creates this illusion of deference while still maintaining control of the discourse. i mean, who even thinks to do that on the fly? politicians, man."

sasuke sat across from you, one hand resting on the table, the other loosely holding his phone. his expression was unreadable, as it always was, but his eyes were fixed on you, quietly following every animated gesture, every rise and fall of your voice.

you leaned forward, mimicking some grand rhetorical gesture from the speech you’d clearly dissected in your head a hundred times. "and then—then!—he pivots with that conditional clause, 'if we were to…,' which isn’t just a hedge, but a way to signal both tentativeness and hypothetical alignment. it’s like he’s saying, ‘i’m not imposing anything on you; we’re just exploring this together,’ but in reality, he’s guiding the whole conversation exactly where he wants it to go. brilliant manipulation, really."

he didn’t understand half the jargon you were using—positive politeness strategies, hedged commitments, negative politeness as strategic deference.

"mm," he hummed noncommittally, the corner of his mouth twitching. not quite a smile, but close enough.

"you’re not even following, are you?" you teased, narrowing your eyes at him.

"not a word," he admitted flatly, but his gaze didn’t waver.

you laughed, the sound bright and unguarded, and he felt something inside him loosen. "it’s okay," you said, still grinning. "i know this is more my niche than yours. but, you know, it’s fun to share."

he let out a quiet grunt, his eyes softening just a fraction. "it’s fine," he said, his voice low, steady. "you can keep going."

"really?"

sasuke didn’t do girlfriends. that much he knew. they were a complication, a label, something that came with expectations and promises he wasn’t sure he could meet. girlfriends were... structured, defined. something you were supposed to navigate with a script.

but this? this thing he had with you? it wasn’t scripted. it wasn’t defined. and for a while, that had worked. in college terms, the two of you were just hooking up—casual, simple, no strings attached. he had convinced himself it was enough. enough to quiet whatever storm of feelings simmered beneath the surface, enough to keep you close without the risk of truly letting you in.

except now, it wasn’t enough.

sitting in the library, staring blankly at a textbook he wasn’t reading, sasuke felt the edges of his thoughts unraveling. the memory of your laughter, the feel of your hands steadying his face, the way your voice softened when you spoke to him—it all played on a loop in his mind, like some cruel joke the universe was telling at his expense.

this wasn’t casual anymore.

but what did he want?

he clenched his jaw, staring at the words on the page that blurred into nothing. he didn’t know how to ask you for more. for... whatever this was. he wasn’t even sure what he wanted from you. a girlfriend? the word felt foreign in his mind, like it didn’t belong to him. relationships were for people who had their lives figured out, who didn’t flinch at the idea of someone seeing all the messy, broken parts of them. not him.

but he also didn’t want to lose you.

the thought of you walking away—of you deciding this wasn’t worth your time anymore—settled like a stone in his gut. he thought of the way your presence seemed to light up everything, even the corners of his life he’d kept deliberately dark. how you listened to his silences, laughed at his brooding, and somehow made it all feel okay.

he sighed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes drifting to his phone on the table. your name sat at the top of his messages, from a conversation earlier that morning—something mundane about your coffee order and his refusal to try iced matcha latte, no matter how much you insisted.

what did he want?

he wanted to keep texting you at odd hours. he wanted to sit beside you under that stupid tree on campus while you yapped about linguistics. he wanted to see you in every shade of sari you owned and watch you dance.

he wanted you.

but what he didn’t want—what scared him more than anything—was the idea of screwing it up. because if he lost you now, it wouldn’t just be a fling ending. it would be losing the only person who made his world feel less... hollow.

he exhaled sharply, his hand tightening around the edge of his chair. for now, all he could do was try to figure it out. slowly. carefully. but he knew one thing for certain: whatever this was, he wasn’t ready to let it go. not yet. not ever.

you stepped into the library, dressed in your typical laid-back style: an oversized black sweater that practically swallowed you, loose black pants that swayed softly with each step, a mask covering the lower half of your face, and those birkenstock sandals you seemed to live in. slung across your body was that faded, near-dead converse sling bag you stubbornly refused to replace, no matter how many times people teased you about it.

you were balancing a bottle in one hand—your "bottle of water," as you'd call it, though he already knew better. it was matcha latte. it was always matcha latte. the same one you'd been pestering him to try for days now, claiming it would "change his life."

he quickly looked back at his textbook, feigning disinterest as you made your way toward him, but his mind betrayed him. his heart picked up pace, and a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. he hated it.

not that he'd ever let it show.

you plopped yourself down in the chair across from him, setting your bag on the table with a soft thud. you pulled your mask down, revealing a small, knowing smirk.

"so. thirsty?"

he glanced at the bottle in your hand, his expression flat. "for water, yes" he deadpanned.

"he thinks he's funny. you’re gonna try it today, no excuses."

he stared at you, his brows furrowed. "i told you, i’m not drinking that—"

"oh, you’re drinking it," you interrupted, unscrewing the cap and sliding the bottle across the table toward him. "you’ve run out of ways to escape. no one says no to me in a library. i’m too intimidating."

he couldn’t help the small twitch of his lips, the barest hint of a smile threatening to break through. your confidence—so casual, so utterly you—was impossible to ignore.

"fine," he muttered, picking up the bottle. "but if this tastes like crap, you owe me."

"yeah yeah"

he took a tentative sip, his face unreadable as he let the taste settle. it wasn’t bad, actually. but he wasn’t about to admit that.

"it’s fine," he said with a shrug, setting the bottle down.

you dropped your head on the table, sighing at his perpetually bland response.

he rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips betrayed him again, curving into something dangerously close to a smile.

and as you settled into your seat, pulling out a book from your bag and sipping your own matcha latte, sasuke found himself stealing another glance at you. the blush crept back onto his face, though he kept his head down, pretending to focus on his work.

you were ridiculous. utterly ridiculous.

but in that moment, with your oversized sweater, your stupid latte, and your quiet energy that somehow filled the entire room, he realised he didn’t mind it. not even a little.

you were back at sasuke's house one night—grand but restrained, much like its inhabitants. you had stepped through its doors many times before, but this time, the air felt different. warmer, somehow. like the house itself was relieved to see you back.

mikoto was the first to greet you, her warm smile lighting up her face as she pulled you into a soft embrace. "y/n, it’s so good to see you again," she said, her voice tinged with genuine fondness. "it’s been too long."

too long was right. you’d spent weeks avoiding his usual place after the new year’s eve incident, when sasuke had all but shoved you out of his life. and yet, here you were again.

itachi appeared next, leaning casually against the doorframe with a small smirk. "i was starting to think sasuke scared you off for good," he teased, his tone light but his eyes sharp, as if assessing the tension that might still linger.

fugaku’s presence loomed in the background, his expression as unreadable as ever. but as you approached, he gave a small nod of acknowledgment. "y/n," he said, his tone even. "welcome back."

the words were simple, but coming from fugaku, they carried a weight that made you feel oddly...accepted.

as soon as mikoto started with her "aww, young love" spiel, sasuke’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, his grip firm but not rough. "let’s go," he muttered, his face already heating up under his mother’s knowing gaze.

he basically manhandled you upstairs, and you bickered to slow down.

"you know what they say, sasuke, she won't bristle if you wrap your whistle," said itachi, all short of a big board that said 'have protected sex, kids'.

"don’t you have something better to do?" sasuke shot over his shoulder, his tone sharp but not biting.

mikoto, of course, only laughed, clearly enjoying her son’s flustered state, oblivious to the innuendo.

sasuke’s grip on your wrist tightened as he pulled you up the stairs, his entire face now a furious shade of crimson.

"i hate him," sasuke muttered under his breath as you reached his room.

you bit back a laugh, still processing itachi’s sly comments. "you know, he’s got a point," you teased, grinning as sasuke shot you a dark look.

"don’t start," he warned, opening the door and practically shoving you inside before slamming it shut, running his hand over his face.

sasuke glanced at you from between his fingers, his ears still pink. "if he says one more thing, i’m leaving him out of my will."

"oh, because you definitely strike me as the kind of guy to write a will," you said.

"i might," he said, deadpan, before finally letting himself relax.

the familiar comfort of sasuke’s room settled over the two of you like a well-worn blanket. it was the same as always—minimalistic, impeccably clean, and infused with the faint scent of cedarwood. the quiet hum of the air conditioner above filled the space, and you couldn’t help but smile at how little had changed since the last time you were here.

"so," you started, leaning back against the headboard, "is it still in the drawer?"

sasuke smirked faintly, getting up and pulling open the second drawer of his nightstand. sure enough, he retrieved a little tin box, flipping it open to reveal neatly rolled joints inside.

"you’re so predictable, uchiha," you teased, holding out your hand.

he rolled his eyes but joined you on the bed, lighter in hand. with practiced ease, he lit the joint, taking the first drag before passing it to you.

you took it between your fingers, inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly, letting the familiar warmth wash over you. "god, i missed this," you said, leaning your head back against the wall.

"you missed getting high in my room?" sasuke asked dryly, though there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"no," you replied, glancing at him. "i missed you. well... sometimes. when you weren’t being an ass."

he scoffed, taking the joint back from you. "so, what, like five minutes a week?"

"exactly," you said with a grin.

the two of you passed the joint back and forth in comfortable silence for a while, the haze of smoke curling lazily around the room. outside, the faint chirping of crickets mixed with the occasional muffled sound from downstairs, but up here, it was just the two of you, the world shrinking to the small bubble you always seemed to create together.

he didn’t say anything for a moment, just took another drag and handed it back to you. when he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost hesitant. "i don’t really know what i’m doing, y/n. with you. with any of this."

"you don’t have to know everything right now," you added, your tone soft but firm. "nobody’s asking you to. not me, not anyone. this? whatever this is between us? it’s just life. messy and weird and imperfect. and that’s okay."

he stayed quiet for a moment, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the blanket beneath him. "i guess that’s... reassuring."

you chuckled, passing the joint back to him. "good. because honestly? none of us have a clue. we’re all just winging it."

he took the joint, his lips twitching upward in the faintest hint of a smile. "even you?"

"especially me," you said with a laugh. "but that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? we get to figure it out together."

you took a short drag when he held the joint to your lips. he snorted a laugh. "pussy."

you rolled your eyes and took a proper drag, then exhaled the smoke in the shape of a ring and blew it on his face.

a startled chuckle escaped him as the ring of smoke enveloped his face, the sensation both ticklish and invigorating. his dark eyes sparkled with mischief as he reached out to gently swat the remaining wisps away.

"show-off," he teased, his voice laced with affectionate mockery. "think you're impressing me with your little tricks?"

sasuke reclined against the headboard, one arm draping casually across your shoulders as he put the dead joint in the ashtray.

"i'm getting free weed from you, rich boy. i'll impress you however i want"

"when you put it that way..."

you take a few more drags together with a second joint. "man… fucking you when we're high… hits different" you said, recalling your past indulgences.

"fucking reckless, isn't it? he murmured, his voice low and husky.

your turned to look at him as his arm hung over your shoulder. "wanna fuck?"

sasuke only smirked. who was he to refuse...

"as if I'd need to be asked," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction as he loomed over your. "but since you asked so nicely…"

sasuke's hands roamed over your body, mapping out the curves and contours he had come to know so intimately. he paused to untangle your hair from the pillow, letting the silken strands cascade through his fingers before trailing kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat.

he crawled down and off the bed to take his clothes off. you undressed yourself as well. before you could do anything, he gabbed your ankles and yanked you forward, parting your legs. he knelt down on the carpeted floor, and began pressing kisses to your thigh.

"you look good down on your knees."

sasuke smirked and bit into your thigh in response. he was an expert when it came to touching you. his hands travelled up to your calves, letting his fingers glide over your milky skin.

he licked and kissed at your folds, having missed being buried between your legs. he as good as nosedove in with a breathy moan, which made you chuckle.

but good god, the way he ate you out was something absolutely surreal. open mouthed kisses, his tongue lapping at every inch of your pussy, the tip of his nose breathing against your clit, drenching itself in every drop of arousal sasuke brought out of you.

it didn’t take you long to tremble and quake, gushing down on his mouth. sasuke all but inhaled you.

he devoured your cunt like a man starved. like he was going to live longer by eating you out.

and when you looked down after your high, the nastiest smirk looked back at you, your cum dripping down his lips.

he crawled back up on you, messily kissing your lips. but you had other plans.

you flipped you both over, pushing him, so that you straddled his lap "mmm... you've been in charge too many times. my turn"

a low growl rumbled in sasuke's chest as you reversed your positions, pinning him beneath your lithe form. he revelled in the sudden loss of control, the feeling of being at your mercy. it was a novel experience, and one he found strangely exhilarating. "careful what you wish for, baby..." he warned, his hands gripping your hips as you began to grind against him. "i might just let you have your way… for now." sasuke's breathing grew ragged as your movements became more insistent, your core rubbing against his slowly hardening dick. jesus. sasuke wasn't able to get hard for the past few months. he'd tried to fuck before and just...couldn't. as if his body only wanted you.

so feeling himself grow hard was a pleasure tenfold.

he couldn't help but reach out, his calloused palms cupping the soft mounds of your breasts. he kneaded the supple flesh, thumbing over the pebbled nipples until they hardened further under his touch.

sasuke never cared for facial appearance or beauty whenever he just wanted a quick fuck. but now that he'd bagged you back in his life, he had to admit to himself. you were fucking sexy. facially, you were like an exotic goddess, your body was fucking gorgeous, thick, and slim in the right places. sasuke thought he'd gone to heaven.

sasuke's hands slid up your sides, palming the soft flesh of your back as he pulled you closer, seeking more contact, more friction. his hips bucked upward, grinding against you in a desperate attempt to ease the ache building within him.

you pressed butterfly kisses to his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, his chest. sasuke didn't remember the last time he'd been touched like this. the tender affection was foreign to him, yet he found himself craving more, his body arching into yours in silent supplication.

as you loomed over him, your hand on his chest for support, you brought the other to his lips. "open"

without hesitation, sasuke parted his lips, welcoming your fingers as you guided them into his mouth. he sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the digits as if savouring a forbidden fruit. "mmph…" a low hum of approval vibrated against your palm, his eyes locked onto your, smouldering with a hunger that transcended mere physical desire.

you recalled all that you'd been through and chuckled. "just sex... huh" you scoffed, leaning forward and biting his pierced earlobe. "i'll show you sex."

a shudder ran down sasuke's spine as your fingers delved deeper, stroking the sensitive inner walls of his mouth. the act was intimate, almost possessive, and it stirred something absolutely depraved within him. he could feel your power, your dominance, and it only served to inflame his desire. sasuke sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he worked your digits with his tongue. the wet sounds of it filled the room, a lewd symphony that echoed the fierce passion simmering between you. when you finally withdrew her hand, sasuke released your fingers with a pop, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

with the same wet hand, you held his hard cock, stroking it slowly.

"fuck..." he bit out, his head thrashing against the mattress as you stroked him with increasing confidence. he could feel every contour of her palm, every subtle shift of your fingers as you explored his length, and it sent jolts of electric pleasure coursing through his body.

the way you stroked his cock this time was much different than all the times you had before. the way you were twisting it, holding him gently, carefully, but so commandingly.

sasuke's entire world narrowed to the point where your fingers met his aching flesh. every twist, every stroke, every subtle pressure was magnified a thousandfold, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through his very being. "oh god, yes… just like that," he panted, his voice strained with pleasure.

you halted you movements completely, leaving his wet dick cool down in the night breeze, denying him his orgasm.

a choked cry of frustration escaped sasuke's lips as you abruptly ceased her ministrations, leaving him teetering on the edge of release. his cock throbbed painfully, the tip glistening with precum, and his balls drew up tight, aching to empty themselves.

"no… fuck, don't tease me like this," he snarled, his hands fisting in the sheets as he fought to regain control over his surging emotions.

you leaned forward, looking at him expressionlessly, sensually licking his jaw. "you'll come… when you're a begging, pleading, sorry mess… uchiha sasuke."

"just do it already," he ground out, his patience wearing thin.

you slapped his cheek, just like he had slapped yours once, which surprisingly turned him on. "tsk tsk…" you grabbed his cock again, but didn't move. just held it. "you get away with a lot of attitude, sasuke…"

"a lot of attitude?" sasuke's voice dripped with sarcasm, even as his hips bucked involuntarily into your grasp. "maybe because I'm not some simpering little pet to be ordered around."

despite his bravado, however, sasuke couldn't ignore the relentless throb of his cock in your hand, the way his mind clouded with lust whenever you touched him. you had him exactly where she wanted him – vulnerable, needy, and desperate for relief.

"please, y/n," he heard himself beg, the word bitter on his tongue.

your leaned in to kiss him, and stroked his cock slowly, taking all his little grunts and pants as your tongue delved into his mouth.

"mmmppphhh, fuck..." he mumbled between kisses. "uhhnnn, baby"

you grabbed the spare joint he'd kept on the bed and lit it with the lighter. and as you held it in your mouth, you took a drag, and blew into his mouth and sealed it inside with a kiss. the combination was dizzying, a heady cocktail of pleasure and disorientation that left sasuke's senses reeling.

"fuuuuck..." he slurred, as the drug took hold. "so hot... y/n, you're so fucking hot..."

you pumped his cock the way he wanted, and just when he was on the brink of his climax, stopped teasingly.

sasuke's vision blurred, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his climax. the joint still lingered in his mouth, its effects amplifying every sensation, making him hyper-aware of every brush of your fingers, every whisper of her breath against his skin.

"i swear to you, y/n, if you don't give me what I need right now, i'll-"

you blew another puff of the weed smoke into his mouth, biting his lower lip.

"don't you want to come inside me again sasuke?" you whispered seductively in his ear.

"fill me up with your" you licked his lip hot and kissed him "uchiha" and looked him dead in the eye. "cum?" you said as your weight on him kept him pinned under you in the bed.

as you whispered those sinful words in his ear, he could almost imagine the sensation of spilling his seed deep inside you, claiming you once and for all. "yes…fuck yes," he groaned, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "i want to be inside you, y/n. wanna feel your tight cunt milking my cock as i fill you up."

"yeah?" you smirked, licking his lip again "wanna breed my pussy hm? knock me up? wanna give your clan more uchihas?"

he chuckled. "don't give them ideas."

as his cock throbbed, you took your hand off and teasingly began touching yourself as you sat on his lap, his dick right in front of you, twitching as your knuckles brushing against it when you ran two fingers up your slit, letting him watch you get off.

the sight of your arousal, the knowledge that you were pleasuring yourself while straddling his lap, was almost too much to bear. it drove him mad.

"look at you," he rasped, his voice heavy with lust. "getting off on my cock, even when it's not inside you."

you leaned forward, your nipples brushing against his chest. "tell me, should i put a finger in now? or do you want to see me rub my clit more?"

"do it," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "put a finger inside yourself. i want to see how wet you are for me."

you teasingly dipped your middle finger inside yourself, moaning at your own touch near his ears.

that sent a jolt of electricity straight to sasuke's cock. he could practically smell your arousal, the musky scent filling his nostrils and clouding his already fogged mind. "fuck, that's it, baby," he panted, his hips thrusting upward in a desperate bid for friction. "rub that pretty little clit while you finger yourself. show me how much you crave it." sasuke's hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the supple flesh as he ground his erection against your thigh. the pressure was exquisite, but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the raging hunger within him.

sasuke was surprisingly okay with watching you get off, sitting on his lap, even when his cock remained untouched. the sight was erotic. your entire figure, full, large breasts, bouncing a little as you ground into your own fingers, your mouth agape, letting sensual moans spill out.

it was a feast for the senses.

"fuck, look at you," he breathed, his voice thick with admiration and lust. "so beautiful when you're lost in pleasure. your body was made for sin, y/n." sasuke's hands roamed over your curves, tracing the dips and swells of your form as you rode your fingers. he couldn't resist leaning in to capture a nipple between his teeth, nibbling gently before soothing the sensitive peak with his tongue.

a fleeting thought of you pleasuring yourself to fantasies of him passed through his mind. it was a humbling realisation, knowing that despite your tumultuous past, you had harboured desires for him all along.

"have you?" he asked bluntly, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to tease your nipple. "masturbated? to thoughts of me, i mean?

as you came apart on your own fingers, you pulled your finger out of yourself, chuckling, and shoved it in his mouth. "wouldn't you like to know."

he savoured the taste of you, a subtle blend of sweet and tangy that left him craving more.

"mmm…" was all he managed, his voice muffled by the intrusion. but as he pulled your fingers free, his gaze locked onto hers, burning with an intensity that spoke volumes. "don't play coy with me now, baby," he growled, his tone a low, menacing purr. "how many times have you fantasised about me while stroking your little pussy?"

"oh, i've made myself fall apart. in my college dorm, under my covers" you whispered into his ear as he feasted on your breasts. "i fucked myself to the thought of you. even with my roommate present… not that she ever knew."

sasuke felt like he'd landed a gold mine. just how much of a depraved bitch were you?

the image of you, alone in your dorm room, shamelessly pleasuring yourself to thoughts of him, was both shocking and arousing.

"you naughty little slut," he murmured against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "fucking yourself while your roommate slept just feet away. did you imagine it was me fucking you senseless, pounding into your tight cunt until you screamed my name? hm?"

"i've dreamt of your cock in me, your fingers, you face in my pussy… hell sometimes i've fantasised you fucking me with that gun you have on your mantle at uchiha manor." you murmured in his ear.

sasuke's eyes widened at your bold admission, a wicked grin spreading across his face. the idea of using his weapon as a makeshift dildo, plunging into your wet, tight heat, was almost too perverse to comprehend – and yet, it turned him on beyond measure.

"that's… fuck, that's incredible," he rasped, his voice dripping with lust. "imagine the sounds you'd make, baby, as i bury that cold metal deep inside you. the way your pussy would clench around it... ugh..."

"i've thought about us fucking in the classrooms, on the teacher's desk, in the stupid college gym, against the lockers, in the shower…"

he purred, nipping at her earlobe. "dreaming up all these dirty places for us to fuck. i love it." sasuke's hand slid between your thighs, his fingers finding your already soaked heat. he teased your entrance, and circled the swollen bud of your clit with deliberate slowness.

with a sinister smile you looked down at him. "wanna fuck on kakashi sensei's desk? paint his stupid smut book with our cum?"

a dark chuckle rumbled in sasuke's chest at your suggestion, your sadistic streak igniting a matching hunger within him. he had to bite his lip, smirking.

sasuke's fingers delved deeper, stroking your slick folds as he captured your mouth in a brutal kiss. sis tongue plundered her depths, mirroring the thrusts he imagined making into you eager body later.

you took his neglected dick in your hand, giving it a few strokes. you ran his head up and down your slit, coating it with the remnants of your arousal and climax.

sasuke's gaze locked onto yours, his eyes burning with a fierce hunger. he could feel the pressure building in his balls, his orgasm threatening to crest at any moment. "please, y/n... i need you," he rasped, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "just fuck me..."

a guttural moan tore from sasuke's throat as you enveloped him completely, sinking down till you sat on the base of his shaft, your tight, wet heat squeezing his cock like a vice. he felt like he was drowning in you.

"so tight… fuck... love your cunt."

he began to move, thrusting up into you with slow, deliberate strokes, savouring every inch of her welcoming body.

you slapped his cheek again, which he fucking loved. "did i say you could move?"

he smirked, relaxing back into the bed, still twitching inside you. "sorry, baby."

leaning forward so that your breasts squished against his chest, you moved languidly, his cock slowly pumping in and out of you. he could feel the gentle rhythm of your movements, the subtle undulations of your hips as you rode him with lazy, sensual grace.

just as he thought this was it, you bucked your hips at a slightly different angle, rotating them just enough, and clenched hard as you came up, and loosened as you went down again. it was so sensual, so fucking terrifyingly hot.

sasuke's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating as your subtle nuance in motion sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him.

"f-fu-fuck... hnnn!!"

"you think you know sex?" you murmured in his ear, gently biting his earlobe. "baby… we wrote the fucking kama sutra."

the way your cunt gripped his dick, fucking slowly, yet so effectively, was new for sasuke, and he was. goddamn. addicted. sasuke could only swear and cuss, his mind blank.

"fuuuck, y/n…" he panted, his voice raw with lust. i've never… no one's ever… holy shit…" sasuke's fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. but it was a losing battle – the relentless, maddening pleasure was quickly driving him to the brink of insanity. "i'm going to… fuck, i can't…!" he warned, his warning cut short by a strangled groan as another wave of ecstasy crashed over him.

you slammed down hard on his dick, and sasuke immediately burst inside.

white-hot bliss erupted inside you, his seed spurting forth in powerful, pulsing jets. at the same instant, he felt your velvet walls clamping down around him, milking him dry as you found your own release. "ahhhhh, yes, yes, fuck!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he thrashed beneath you, lost to the overwhelming intensity of your shared climax. "take it all, baby..."

sasuke was never a fan of slow sex. he preferred hard, rough fucking, but this? this was fucking heavenly. he felt like he'd just been fucked by some goddess of sex.

sasuke's hands caressed your back, tracing the curves of your spine before sliding down to cup your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "that was… incredible. i don't think i've ever come that hard in my life."

you both shared another joint, his dick still lodged in you, cum dripping down, forming a ring around his base. god knows it was your third joint, but you needed that euphoria to last.

you took a drag as he held it to your lips. "sasuke…" you whined almost cutely.

"fuck me again."

sasuke chuckled at your cute whine.

"so needy..."

but as he critiqued, he pulled out, taking a long drag before tossing the joint on the wooden floor. he flipped you over, pulling your hips back, your ass colliding with his cum-slicked cock. wasting no time, he thrust into you, fucking you from behind.

several erratic thrusts later, he came inside you again.

"fuck..." he panted, slapping your ass.

"got one more round in you?"

sasuke lifted his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he heard your request. he pulled out of you, his cock leaving a trail of cum on your inner thigh. "one more, huh?" he chuckled, the idea of fucking you again only boosting his ego. "alright baby, let's do this." with a sudden surge of energy, sasuke flipped you onto your back like some pancake, pinning your wrists above your head. he loomed over you, his dark eyes blazing with primal lust as he positioned himself between your spread legs. only he grabbed your knees and bent them, pushing them down till they muffled your ears.

sasuke captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. as you made out, he slowly lowered his body, and inch by delicious inch, his cock fully impaled inside you once more, in the nastiest mating press ever.

all you could do was moan and all he could do was pound into you relentlessly, his cock hitting your cervix with erratic thrusts.

"fuck... nasty slut."

seeing your mouth wide open as lewd moans spilled out of you, sasuke leaned forward, his hands on your knees, and spat into your mouth.

you were too fucked to protest, and swallowed like you would a drop of ice cream.

sasuke smirked. "you're fucking perfect. depraved bitch. my bitch." he fucked into you at an unforgiving pace. "my slut. my whore. my..." thrust "fucking..." thrust "girl."

with a feral grunt, he slammed into you, bottoming out, and erupting inside you for the third time.

he just leaned back, head tossed back, eyes closed, jaw agape.

after a moment he pulled out and looked down at you, especially at his cum dripping down your pussy.

"god..."

"y/n works too."

he snorted a laugh. "brat."

you both cleaned up after yourselves. you helped him change the sheets.

"that's some expensive linen."

sasuke shrugged, planning to toss it away anyway.

"i forget how rich you are sometimes," you sighed, shaking your head.

sasuke snuck into his kitchen to grab a few dry snacks, and cold brew.

pushing the door open, he scanned the shelves. bags of dry snacks lined up neatly—a few packs of trail mix, some seaweed crisps, and a half-opened bag of rice crackers he remembered itachi munching on earlier. he grabbed the rice crackers and a small pack of roasted almonds, tucking them under one arm before turning to the fridge.

the cold air prickled his skin as he opened the door, the soft hum of the fridge breaking the silence. he reached for the glass bottle of cold brew sitting in the door compartment, his fingers curling around its smooth neck. a small part of him considered pouring it into a glass like a civilised person, but the thought faded as quickly as it came. no one was awake to judge him, anyway.

he grabbed his loot and made his way back upstairs, quiet as a shadow, sipping the coffee as he entered his room again.

"here" he tossed some snacks your way as your sat on the bed. he handed you the second coffee bottle.

you were still sitting in your bra and your panties. sasuke, without a second thought, went to his walk-in closet and dug out one of his sweaters, and tossed it to you.

you put it on, grateful for the warmth.

"what, no pants?"

sasuke smirked as he flopped down on the bed, himself wearing a shirt and shorts.

"nah."

you crunched on the last rice cracker, licking the crumbs off your fingers as sasuke tilted the empty cold brew bottle back, realising there was nothing left. he set it on the nightstand with a soft clink and leaned back against the headboard, his gaze flickering toward you.

“hey,” he started, voice low and measured, like he was testing the waters.

you raised an eyebrow at him, mid-chew. “yeah?”

he hesitated for a moment, running his fingers through his hair in that nervous habit you’d come to recognise. “there’s the summer festival next weekend, in countryside” he said, his tone almost casual, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. “itachi and mom won’t shut up about it."

"oh yeah, i saw flyers for it all over the city."

"would... will...." he sighed. "come."

"isn't everyone coming?"

sasuke glared at you. "i meant... come with us. to the manor as well."

you looked at him, that incident resurfacing. sasuke saw it too. he cupped your jaw.

"don't. i'm not gonna do that again."

you smiled. "didn't say anything."

“you’ll come, then?” he asked after a moment, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

your tone gentler, you answered. “i’ll come.”

the summer evening air was warm but not stifling, a gentle breeze weaving through the uchiha manor’s garden as you and sasuke lounged on the deck chairs, perched side by side. you'd explored the festival for days, your primary residence being the uchiha estate. the faint sounds of the festival outside—fireworks popping in the distance, cheerful chatter, and the occasional drumbeat—created a serene backdrop to the moment.

his arm was draped around your shoulder, the weight of it both grounding and affectionate, his thumb absentmindedly tracing small patterns against your sleeve. you leaned into him, comfortable, unbothered by the intimacy he no longer shied away from. sasuke wasn’t one for public displays of affection, but here, in the privacy of the manor, with his family milling about, he let his guard down.

"you click horrible pictures. just saying."

"shut up."

tilting your head to rest against his shoulder as you watched mikoto and fugaku stand in the garden. mikoto looked radiant in the black kurta you’d given her, its intricate gold embroidery catching the lantern light beautifully. it suited her perfectly, and she’d gushed over it the moment you handed it to her earlier that evening, saying she would treasure it forever.

“your mom looks amazing,” you murmured.

sasuke followed your gaze, his expression softening slightly as he watched his parents. mikoto had her arm linked through fugaku’s, smiling brightly as itachi adjusted the angle on his phone to get the perfect shot of them.

“she likes you, you know,” sasuke said, his tone casual but sincere.

“really?” you asked, feigning shock. “i couldn’t tell from the fifty dishes she insisted i try at dinner.”

he huffed a laugh, his lips twitching upward. “she’s not subtle.”

“neither are you,” you teased, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

he raised an eyebrow at you, but there was no real annoyance in his expression. instead, he tightened his arm around you slightly, pulling you closer.

“what about your dad?” you asked, glancing over at fugaku, who stood stiffly beside mikoto, though there was a faint smile on his face as she nudged him playfully.

sasuke shrugged. “he doesn’t hate you.”

“wow,” you said dryly, grinning. “high praise.”

“that’s basically approval,” he added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

and as you sat there, the summer evening wrapping around you like a blanket, you felt something shift—something quieter, stronger, more real. for all the turbulence that had brought you here, this moment felt like the start of something steady, something worth holding on to. and judging by the way sasuke’s fingers tightened around your, he felt it too.

“sometimes,” he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “i think about… what this is. what we are.”

your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral, not wanting to spook him. “and?”

he swallowed, his gaze still fixed on the lanterns. “and i don’t know if i’m ready to put a name to it. but…” he hesitated, his fingers tightening around yours. “i don’t want to lose it. whatever this is."

you shrugged. "what's in a name..."

he snorted. "okay, shakespeare. i'm serious, though."

"that's your problem, innit. always serious."

sasuke slapped your thigh.

you shook your head. "you want a name? benefits corporation."

“or,” you continued, undeterred, “how about… ‘weed relationshop’? because, let’s face it, half our shit is fuelled by late-night joints.”

sasuke exhaled sharply, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, and shook his head. “you’re ridiculous.”

he looked at you, taking in your soft glow in the evening light. how well you'd come to fit into his world, the one he'd locked away for years. and just how strong it was.

“maybe… one day,” he started, his voice softer now, contemplative, “i’ll figure out how to be… you know. an actual boyfriend.”

"cross that bridge when it comes," you responded, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

as the evening light began to soften, the cherry blossoms shimmered gently in the breeze, their pale pink petals dancing in the fading sunlight. you and sasuke sat together, your eyes following the way the light caught each delicate bloom, painting the air with a quiet, peaceful glow.

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brat party pt.7

bonus nsfw chapter + epilogue

warnings: none, mild angst, long chapter

sasuke leaned against the railing, smoking with shikamaru, half-listening to the chatter around him. his gaze lingered on ino, who was scrolling through her phone with too much enthusiasm for comfort. her eyes flicked up, catching sasuke's attention, before she let out a long sigh.

"seriously, india is so pretty," she gushed, her voice laced with awe. "look at this. y/n’s wearing this gorgeous kurta here—like, the colours! and her sari, it’s like something out of a dream!" she swiped through more photos, her fingers zooming in on each shot.

"i’m definitely doing an indian floral theme for the boutique’s new collection. imagine... marigolds, jasmine, orchids... with all those deep reds and golds. it'd be perfect!"

"wait, what's a marigold?" naruto, on the other hand, squinted at the screen. ino shoved her phone in his face to show how the gorgeous orange flower looked like.

"illiterate."

you had visited home for a while since your visa was finally approved. that much was a relief for sasuke. your physical absence meant he didn't have to look over his shoulder.

you didn't deserve his aversion, he knew that. but he couldn't shake that uneasiness off. he hadn't talked to you for two weeks, and you hadn't reached out either. which bothered him, without reason. you had every right to ignore him.

sasuke sat in class, the lecture fading into background noise, his attention fixated on his phone screen. it wasn’t like him to be this distracted, but somehow, looking at your instagram feed felt like some strange, necessary task. his fingers swiped through each photo like a detective analysing forensic evidence, a habit he’d fallen into without realising it.

a photo of a steaming cup of cutting chai with a pair of golden parlé-g biscuits beside it. he could practically taste the bittersweet warmth, and for a moment, his chest tightened—you’re so far away, and yet so close.

then, your orange cat. he hadn’t known you had one. it was nestled on your lap, looking perfectly content. it made him feel… uncomfortable. how had he missed this? why hadn’t he asked more about you, about the little things? he knew why. his arrogant need to be closed off from everyone.

another sari shot. you, poised as always, this time in a cobalt green and red ensemble. the intricate fabric shimmered in the sunlight. like that time you danced on the ruins by the beach. he could still recall your graceful movements.

his thumb swiped again, and this time, it stopped at a photo that made him feel extremely... guilty, of treating you the way he had. there you were, resting against the body of a massive cow, the gentle creature leaning into you as if it were finding solace in your touch. your arm was raised, fingers brushing against the cow’s head, your expression soft and peaceful.

it was a serene, almost otherworldly image—your soft smile, the warmth of the moment, the deep bond between you and the animal. how does someone like you exist?

the simplicity of the picture struck him more than any of the others. there was no glamour, no grandeur. just you, in a soft beige sari, connecting with something so humble, so grounded. there was a softness to you, a kind of tenderness that seemed to radiate even through a picture. it was like you were too much for him to handle, too real, too perfect, and it made him feel small.

this? this was the person he'd so bravely decided to push away? someone so... innocent, who'd even befriend a cow?

and then, the snowy landscape. his chest constricted. he recognised it immediately—the train track near the uchiha estate. he hadn’t realised it then, but the fact that you’d left alone that night, on new year’s eve, felt like an unforgivable weight pressing against him now.

and finally, the last photo—a picture of you with a guy he didn’t recognise, your backs to the camera, but hands held. maybe he's your friend. just a friend. he felt like breaking the phone into two.

he couldn’t deny the surge of jealousy that coursed through him, but it wasn’t the wild, irrational possessiveness he’d expected. no, this was different. it was the quiet ache of someone who had no right to feel anything about it.

he had made it clear, hadn’t he? no strings attached. no commitments. he’d been the one to push you away, the one who told you to leave. and yet here he was, seething over a picture of you with some guy, a guy who was clearly just your friend, but sasuke couldn’t shake the unease crawling up his spine.

there was a twisted, ironic kind of humour in it—he’d spent so much time telling himself that he didn’t care, that he didn’t want anything serious, and now he was staring at this picture like it was evidence of something he had no claim to. you don’t get to feel this way, uchiha sasuke, he scolded himself.

the life you led on campus, with him, with others, and the life you had home were so different.

sasuke stared at the screen, his finger pausing over the photo of you with the cow. the insight he had into your life, even though it was through instagram, felt so surreal. you were so full of life in the simplest of ways. the brightness you brought into life, as he now learned, extended to everything; from his college friends, to his family, to his scary dog, the humble cow, even a stupid cup of tea. it was beautiful because it was you.

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when the semester kicked in,

you were everywhere. no matter where he turned, no matter how much he tried to avoid you, your presence seemed to find him. the canteen, for instance—there you were, sitting at a corner table with ino, sakura, temari, tenten, and hinata. they were all talking, giggling about something trivial, but his eyes were only on you. (sasuke vs lunch)

or worse, he’d spot you alone, quietly eating with a book propped open in front of you, as if the world outside didn’t exist. how can someone look so peaceful just eating lunch? he wondered, whether a book was more interesting than him. (sasuke vs book)

then there were the corridors—passing glimpses of you walking from one class to another. sometimes with your batchmates, chatting lightly, your smiles carrying over the din of students. other times, you’d walk alone, as if your mind was off somewhere, lost in thoughts too gentle for this chaotic world. (sasuke vs ???)

the worst was seeing you under the trees on campus grounds, reclined against the trunk with your headphones on and a book in your lap. you were untouchable, so absorbed in your own world. (sasuke vs tree)

every moment, every stolen glance, only twisted the knife further.

you were content. without him.

he could see it in the way you laughed with the girls, your whole face lighting up as if you carried the sun inside you. or in the quiet moments, where you seemed entirely at peace, like nothing in the world could trouble you.

it hammered into him relentlessly. no matter how much he told himself that he’d made the right choice, that he was protecting himself by letting you go, he couldn’t shake the truth staring him in the face: you didn’t need him.

and maybe that was what hurt the most. not the jealousy, not the longing, not even the unbearable ache in his chest every time he saw you. it was the fact that you were fine. without him.

you had found your balance again, while he... he was still spinning out of control.

there was that time in the canteen when ino came bounding in, practically dragging you along by the wrist. her voice carried over the buzz of the crowd as she announced to the entire table that she was wearing one of your kurtas.

“isn’t it adorable?!” she squealed, spinning around dramatically. she had on a purple kurta, simple yet elegant, paired with jeans, and she looked like she was on top of the world.

you had heart eyes at a friend wearing something you'd given her, as if sharing pieces of yourself meant more than anything.

you had lent her something of yours. something close to you, something that carried your warmth. and ino had worn it with pride, parading it around like it was a badge of honour.

he tried to convince himself it didn’t matter. it wasn’t a big deal. but as he turned away, his jaw clenched and his steps quickened, trying to get to a corner table.

it wasn’t the kurta. it wasn’t even ino. it was you.

how effortlessly you shared pieces of yourself with others. how you gave, without hesitation, without reservation. how you let people in, and it never backfired. how you were everything he wasn’t.

and then there was that day on the campus grounds. sasuke had walked by the training area, expecting to see naruto showing off as usual, only to find you there, too.

you sat perched on naruto's back, effortlessly balanced as he grunted through a set of push-ups, his face red from the effort but his grin as wide as ever. “fifty-seven... fifty-eight... i could do this all day, y/n-chan!” he declared between exaggerated breaths, clearly basking in your amused laughter.

but it wasn’t just naruto that baffled sasuke—it was shikamaru.

known for his eternal laziness, the one guy who couldn’t be bothered with anything remotely taxing, sat cross-legged nearby, holding a cigarette between his fingers, quizzing with you as you held up political science flashcards you'd made for him so he didn't have to.

“uh… it’s, uh, the treaty of—”

"nope"

shikamaru sighed, muttering something about how troublesome this was, but the faint smirk on his face said otherwise. you had done the impossible—you had shikamaru nara willingly studying, willingly engaging, and actually enjoying it.

you were content. here you were, weaving your way into the fabric of his friends’ lives, laughing like nothing in the world could touch you. like the pain he’d caused you hadn’t left even the faintest shadow.

and the worst part? the thought that it was his fault you weren’t laughing with him.

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you were no fool. nor blind. nor oblivious. you'd begun noticing sasuke stalking you like a private detective on a mission.

sometimes, it was in the canteen, where you’d catch the faintest flicker of black hair in your peripheral vision as you laughed with sakura and the others. other times, it was in the corridors, where he’d conveniently appear around the corner just as you were passing. and on more than one occasion, you’d felt his gaze burning into your back as you lounged under the campus tree, headphones on, pretending to read while inwardly chuckling at his not-so-subtle antics.

he thought he was being sneaky.

you thought it was hilarious.

sasuke uchiha—the brooding enigma of the campus, the guy who could clear a room with a single glare—was following you around like some amateur private detective on his first case.

you didn’t let on that you knew. not yet, anyway.

but oh, how you wanted to laugh every time you caught him “casually” leaning against a wall or “coincidentally” walking in the same direction as you. it was almost endearing, the way he tried to keep up the façade of indifference.

you wished he’d just talk to you.

but this was sasuke we were talking about.

he’d sooner cut off his left arm than admit he wanted… well, anything. companionship, closure, or even the faintest shred of connection.

so instead, you let him have his “stealth.” you let him watch.

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sasuke’s impatience had been simmering for days, bubbling just beneath the surface of his carefully controlled exterior.

he told himself he didn’t care, that he was just frustrated, that it was the nagging guilt over how he’d treated you.

but the truth clawed at him, relentless and raw: he missed you.

and now, at 2 a.m., with no distractions left to dull his spiraling thoughts, it was too much. the room was suffocating. every shadow seemed to mock him, whispering your name in the silence.

before he even realized it, he was out the house, stalking through the empty hallways with single-minded determination. logic, consequences, and basic human decency didn’t matter anymore.

he didn't care that boys weren't allowed in girls' dorms past curfew. he didn’t care that it was the middle of the night. he didn’t care that your roommate might be fast asleep. he didn’t even care that you’d probably slam the door in his face.

he just needed to see you.

the pounding on your dorm room door echoed through the silent corridor, loud enough to wake half the floor.

thud! thud! thud!

he stood there, jaw tight, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited.

your roommate’s muffled groan came first, followed by the sound of shuffling feet. the door cracked open, your bleary-eyed roommate glaring at him with pure annoyance.

“do you know what time it is?” she hissed, rubbing her eyes.

“not here for you,” sasuke said curtly, his dark eyes already scanning over her shoulder for you.

you walked in moments later, clad in a white slip and pink hello kitty pants, with a cardigan draped around you, your hair messy and a yawn on your face.

"sasuke, what the fuck."

he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

he hadn’t thought this far ahead. all he knew was that he had to see you, and now that he was here, he felt like an idiot.

sasuke didn’t answer your question. instead, he brushed past you, his broad shoulders almost knocking you off balance as he stormed into the room, to your side of the bed.

“what the—?” you stammered, watching as he strode in like he owned the place.

your roommate shot you a look, half annoyed, half amused, before grabbing her pillow, blanket, and phone. “i’m not dealing with this. you two figure out your... whatever this is.” she waved vaguely between the two of you, then muttered under her breath, “this better not end with broken furniture.”

you opened your mouth to apologize, but she was already heading out, slamming the door behind her as she left.

and just like that, it was quiet.

you finally turned to look at him.

"explain."

he didn’t answer immediately. instead, he paced the small room, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, his jaw tight, observing the small trinkets on your desk, your stack of reference books, your kuromi plushie, taylor swift posters on the wall.

“are you going to say something, or should I call security?” you added, half-joking, though your voice betrayed the slight unease creeping into you.

he finally stopped pacing, turning to face you. his eyes—dark, intense, and filled with something you couldn’t quite place—locked onto yours.

"why are you acting so unbothered?" he snapped, his voice low, almost growling.

you blinked. "what?"

"don’t play dumb with me," he hissed, taking a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. "do you suddenly... not think about me? not want anything? or was it that easy for you to just—just move on?"

you processed the absurdity of what you were hearing. "what the hell are you even talking about, sasuke?"

"you know exactly what i’m talking about," he shot back, his voice rising slightly, his control unraveling with every passing second. "you walk around like i don’t even exist. laughing, smiling, like none of it meant anything to you."

impatience bubbled in your chest, rising fast. "are you seriously blaming me for this? you were the one who told me to leave. you wanted me gone, remember?"

he flinched, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t back down. "that doesn’t mean you get to act like i never mattered."

you let out a harsh, bitter laugh, stepping toward him now. "oh, i’m sorry. would you prefer it if i cried in every hallway? threw myself at your feet and begged for your attention? is that what you want, sasuke?"

"don’t twist my words," he hissed, his voice shaking now—not with fear, but with something deeper, more volatile.

“can’t fucking get it up for any bitch out there. fucking hate it,” he mumbled.

"what do you want?" you demanded, your voice breaking as the anger turned into something heavier, something that sat like a stone in your chest. "because i’m done trying to figure it out. one second, you want me gone. the next, you’re standing here, accusing me of—of what? pretending to be fine? moving on like you asked me to?"

"it’s not that simple," he said, his tone dropping, but the fire in his eyes still burned.

"it is that simple," you shot back. "you told me to leave. you wanted distance. you wanted nothing to do with me. so i left. i did what you wanted. what else could i have done, sasuke?"

he looked at you then, and for a second, just a fleeting second, you saw something in his eyes that made your breath hitch. regret.

"i didn’t think you’d actually go," he admitted, his voice low, almost broken.

you stared at him, stunned. "are you even listening to yourself? what the hell was i supposed to do? stay and let you rip me apart over and over again? i’m not your punching bag, sasuke. i’m not—"

"you’re not nothing to me!" he suddenly shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his own emotions. the words hit the room like a thunderclap, and the silence that followed was deafening.

you stared at him, your heart pounding so hard it hurt. he was breathing heavily now, his shoulders tense, his hands trembling slightly at his sides.

"you sure treated me like i was."

he paced now, his movements frantic, his hand dragging through his hair, gripping it at the roots like he was trying to rip something out. "because i don’t know how to do this!" he barked, spinning around to face you, his eyes blazing with frustration. "you came into my life and just—just tore everything apart! and i don’t know how to be what you want me to be!"

you raised an eyebrow, your voice steady despite the storm brewing in him. "what do you think i want you to be, sasuke? some perfect, flawless guy who never messes up? that’s not what i’m asking for. i never asked for that."

"then what are you asking for?" he shot back, his voice cracking on the last word. he was unraveling now, the tension in his body barely holding him together. "because whatever it is, i can’t give it to you! i don’t know how to give it to you!"

you let out a slow, deliberate breath, folding your arms across your chest. "you’re making this so much more complicated than it needs to be."

"complicated?" he repeated, his laugh sharp and bitter as he threw his head back, pacing again like he couldn’t stand still. "this is complicated, y/n! everything about you is complicated!" he turned back to you, his eyes piercing. "you make everything feel like... like it’s too much and not enough all at once. you drive me insane."

"so, what?" you asked softly, meeting his fiery gaze with calm resolve. "it’s my fault you can’t figure out how to deal with your feelings?"

"yes! no!" he groaned, dragging his hand down his face, his frustration mounting. "you don’t get it. i’ve spent my whole life keeping people at arm’s length. i like keeping people at arm’s length—it’s safer that way. and then you... you came in with your goddamn smiles and your fucking dimples and your dances and your way of making everyone—everything—feel like it’s... worth something."

you blinked, the weight of his words sinking in. "and that’s a bad thing?"

he froze, staring at you like you’d just asked him the most impossible question in the world. his jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he wasn’t going to answer. but then he stepped closer, his voice low and trembling with something that wasn’t quite anger, but wasn’t quite calm either.

"it’s terrifying," he admitted, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "because it makes me want things i have no right to want. it makes me..." he trailed off, his fists clenching as he struggled to find the words.

"it makes you feel human?" you finished for him, your voice gentle but firm, like you were pulling the words out of him.

his eyes flashed, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his defenses. "it makes me feel weak," he corrected, his tone laced with bitterness. "like if i let you in—really let you in—you’ll see everything. every flaw. every failure. and you’ll leave anyway, just like everyone else."

you scoffed. "who left you?" you began, taking a step closer. "naruto? who no matter how much he taunts you, always speaks highly of your friendship behind your back? shikamaru? who always keeps a spare joint in his pocket for you, knowing you may not even show up? sakura? who despite having her heart broken by you, still shows up to every frat meeting to make sure you're doing your job? ino? who always tries to include you in whatever everyone's doing unasked for? who's left you?"

sasuke flinched, the words hitting him harder than he'd ever expected.

you continued, your voice cold but cutting through the silence like a knife. "you act like everyone’s abandoned you, sasuke, like you’ve been left out in the cold, when the truth is—they never gave up on you. you’re the one who keeps pushing them away."

he opened his mouth to protest, but the words died in his throat. instead, his hand twitched, like he was going to grab you, but he stopped himself, his fist clenching at his side instead.

you took a slow step closer to him, your voice unwavering. "you think pushing me away will hurt less than letting me in?"

he swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing, but he didn’t respond.

"you don’t scare me, sasuke," you said softly, your tone steady as you looked him straight in the eye. "your flaws, your failures—whatever it is you think you’re hiding from me. none of that scares me. but you know what does? this. you, running from your own feelings like they’re something to be ashamed of."

"you don’t get it," he growled, his voice strained, as if the words were a desperate attempt to hold onto control. "i can’t—i can’t let you in, not like this."

but even as he said it, a part of him already knew it was too late. he’d let you in long before tonight.

you took a small step forward, not out of aggression, but with the quiet understanding that you weren’t going anywhere. "so you’d rather be miserable? shut everyone out? pretend like none of this means anything to you?"

sasuke clenched his jaw so tightly he thought it might break, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and fear. "i didn’t ask for you to care. i didn’t ask for any of this!"

you didn’t flinch, your expression unmoving. "no, you didn’t. but that doesn’t mean i don’t care, sasuke. i never asked for your permission to feel something for you, either."

he felt the walls he’d built around himself start to crumble, but he pushed back, harder this time. "you think i want this? want to feel this way? want to feel—this?" he gestured vaguely between the two of you, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps.

"you think i want to be so fucking lost in my own head, fighting myself, trying to push you away because i can’t stand how much i—"

he stopped himself, the words catching in his throat like they were too heavy, too dangerous to say.

you didn’t say anything right away, but your gaze softened, just a little, like you were waiting for him to finish.

the silence between you both was thick and heavy, pressing down on sasuke like a suffocating weight.

finally, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he spoke, voice low, almost trembling. "you’re just going to get hurt. all of you will. you don’t know what you’re dealing with."

"i’m not afraid," you whispered, your tone unshaken.

his eyes flickered to the floor, unable to meet yours for more than a split second. "you think you know me?" his voice was hoarse, like the words were dragged from the bottom of his throat. "you think you can just... accept all of this? all of me?"

you chuckled softly, the sound making sasuke look up at you. "you aren't all of you yet, sasuke. say that when you're 80 and your fake teeth clatter."

"what the hell do you mean by that?" he grumbled, his voice a little softer now, though his frustration still simmered beneath the surface.

you leaned back slightly, eyes glinting with amusement, but there was no malice in your gaze, just a knowing calm that made his chest tighten. "i mean that you're so obsessed with being something, that you forget you’re allowed to just be. you're allowed to make mistakes. you’re allowed to be a work in progress."

sasuke didn’t know how to respond to that. it wasn’t what he had expected, nor was it what he wanted to hear. but somehow, it had reached him, like a quiet seed planted in the depths of his mind, one that he couldn't shake free of no matter how hard he tried.

"i don’t need your... patience," he muttered, looking away, his voice low and almost defensive.

"but you have it anyway," you replied, your voice gentle but unwavering. "you’ll always have it, sasuke. even when you don’t think you deserve it."

"i don’t know how to be..." his words faltered, and he paused, searching for the right way to say it. "...how to be normal."

you looked at him, the softness in your eyes never wavering. "you're not supposed to be normal, sasuke. you're supposed to be you."

there it was again—the simplicity of it all. just be you.

"it doesn’t work like that," he argued weakly, but even as he said it, he knew it was a lie.

"it does, though," you said, leaning in just slightly, your gaze unwavering. "because, in the end, you are all you’ve got."

you watched him, waiting for him to say something, anything.

but he didn’t. instead, he took a deep breath, his jaw clenched in frustration, feeling the weight of everything—the confusion, the anger, the yearning—pressing in on him.

you took another step closer, your voice dropping even lower. "and if you’re lucky... you’ll find someone who doesn’t need you to be anything more than who you are right now."

"this... this is too much," sasuke finally spat, his voice sharp, though it cracked slightly with something softer beneath the anger. "you're pushing me into a corner, and i won’t—"

he stopped himself, suddenly realizing how weak his words were, how hollow.

"i don’t need your... i don’t need anyone’s help," he gritted out, his teeth clenched. "i’m fine the way i am."

"you are fine, sasuke." you were unsure of how he'd react, but you weren't going to let it go either.

tenderly, you held his face, your warm hands cupping his face.

he froze. every muscle in his body went rigid, like he didn’t know how to process the gentleness, the closeness. for a moment, his jaw tightened under your touch, his eyes refusing to meet yours, but you didn’t pull away.

"sasuke," you murmured softly, the way you said his name cutting through the noise in his mind.

he didn’t say anything, didn’t move. his hands hovered at his sides like he wanted to push you away, but the strength, the will to do so, was gone.

your thumbs brushed the sharp edges of his cheekbones, your touch steady, patient. "20 seconds of courage… that's all it takes…"

his lips parted slightly, but no words came out. the storm in his eyes flickered—chaotic, hesitant, and so utterly human.

"you’ve faced so much worse," you continued, your thumbs brushing lightly over his skin, grounding him. "but this... letting someone see you, the real you... that’s what scares you the most, isn’t it?"

he inhaled sharply, his chest rising as if he was about to say something, but instead, he closed his eyes tightly, like he was trying to block out your words.

"it doesn’t have to be forever," you murmured, leaning just slightly closer, your voice softer now, like a lullaby meant only for him. "just twenty seconds. for me. for you."

his hands, still resting lightly against your wrists, tightened almost imperceptibly. and then, as if the weight of your words was too much to bear, his head dipped forward, his forehead brushing against yours, and his hands held your wrists. his breath ghosted over your skin, uneven and shaky.

"you're okay… you're safe," you said softly.

"am i?"

you spoke to him gently, patiently, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "you're alive. you're here. and that's enough."

"enough?" he finally rasped, his tone carrying disbelief, self-doubt. "for who? for you? for them? i’ve never been enough for anyone."

you leaned closer, your hands still cradling his face like something fragile and precious. "the only person who's saying that is you. no one else."

sasuke’s hands slid from your wrists to rest against your forearms, his grip light, unsure. it wasn’t a declaration, not yet. it was a small step, hesitant and cautious. but it was a step.

and for the first time, you saw it—the faintest crack in the armour he’d spent years building around himself. not broken, not shattered, but softening. just enough for the light to start seeping through.

"what do you think is going to happen if you let people in, sasuke?" you asked again.

"i don't know..." he whispered.

your lips curved into a gentle smile, one that carried no judgment, only understanding. "nothing drastic," you said softly, the warmth in your tone pulling his eyes back to you.

he blinked, unsure, like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. you held his gaze. "if you let me in, the most i'll do is get to know you more and better. that's all. not gonna ask you to marry me or anything."

that earned a quiet snort from him, a sound so small you might’ve imagined it. but the corner of his mouth twitched, the closest thing to a smile he could muster in the moment.

"that's all there is," you continued, your voice turning softer, like you were speaking to the wound inside him rather than the man in front of you. "trusting people and letting them trust you. knowing it's out of your control anyway."

he frowned slightly, his brows pulling together. "and if i get hurt?"

"then you get hurt," you said plainly, your fingers brushing his skin like a grounding force. "just know that it came into your life to teach you something, and left because you learned."

"we're human. there's a reason why hands fit together, why smiles and tears are contagious."

he didn’t pull away, but he didn’t move closer either, stuck in some liminal space between resistance and surrender.

"we’re not meant to do this alone, sasuke," you continued, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. "we’re not built to hold everything in, to push everyone away. it’s okay to lean on someone. it’s okay to let someone carry a part of it with you."

his lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. he was staring at you now, really staring, like he was trying to find the lie in your words and couldn’t.

"you’re not weak for wanting that," you whispered, your eyes locking onto his. "you’re human. and it’s okay to let yourself be human, even if it feels like it’ll break you."

the tension in his jaw softened, his shoulders slumping just slightly, like the weight he’d been carrying was finally starting to shift. "and if it does break me?" he asked, his voice quiet, hesitant.

"then we’ll put the pieces back together," you said without missing a beat, your smile tender but sure. "and maybe, just maybe, they’ll fit together better this time."

"you make it sound so simple," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of bitterness and longing.

"it’s not simple," you admitted, your hands never leaving his face. "it’s just worth it."

sasuke looked down at you, your calmness in face of the hurricane he'd brought in.

seeing his vulnerable frame, the way his shoulders dipped as if under a weight too heavy for one person to bear, made your gaze soften. his walls, though not completely gone, were thin enough now for you to see the person he was trying so hard to protect.

sasuke shifted under your steady gaze, unsure of what to do with the quiet between you. the thought clawing at the back of his mind made his throat tighten. he needed to ask, though the words felt jagged on his tongue, sharp and unyielding.

“would you still stay?” his voice cracked slightly, so low it barely reached the space between you. he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes fixated on the floor, on your feet, anywhere but your face. “after everything? i’ve been… turbulent. rude. dismissive. worse.”

your hands slowly fell from his face, but they didn’t stray far, instead resting lightly on his shoulders, grounding him. "i never intended to leave"

“you’ve hurt me, sasuke. i’m not going to pretend you didn’t. but the thing about me,” you continued, your hands giving his shoulders a slight squeeze, “is that when i care about someone, i don’t run at the first sign of trouble. i don’t leave when things get messy. i stay.”

he blinked at you, his expression unreadable, though his silence spoke volumes.

“but i’m not going to stay for you to push me away again,” you added, your voice softer now. “i’ll stay if you want me to, not because you feel guilty or think you owe me anything. so i’ll ask you, sasuke. do you want me to stay?”

the question lingered in the room like a taut string, vibrating with the tension of everything unsaid.

sasuke’s lips parted, but no sound came. his chest tightened, as if the air itself had turned against him, pressing into his ribs, clawing at his throat. did he want you to stay? the answer felt simple, so clear that it should’ve spilled out immediately. but the weight—the unbearable, suffocating weight—of what that answer meant was enough to drown him.

his breath hitched, every muscle in his body tense, caught in the silence that stretched between you like a chasm.

deafening, pressing in like the weight of an invisible hand. it wasn't the kind of quiet he craved—it was hollow, suffocating, a vacuum that pulled at the edges of his sanity.

and amidst it, he searched. not for stillness, but for you.

the thought struck him like a sudden gust of wind, knocking him off balance. your voice, your laughter, the way you hummed when you were lost in thought—it all came rushing back to him, vivid and alive, cutting through the oppressive void in his head.

his fists clenched at his sides as he tried to push it away, to retreat into the safety of silence he’d always clung to. but he couldn’t. your noise was everywhere. the memory of your voice spilled into the cracks of his walls, growing louder with every beat of his racing heart.

sasuke wanted to hear it again. the way you’d call his name, sometimes soft, sometimes teasing, always full of life. he wanted to hear you complain about something trivial, laugh over something silly, or argue passionately about something you believed in.

but more than that, he wanted to hear you talk to him—not because you had to, but because you wanted to.

“yes.”

the word came out broken, a croak barely audible, trembling on the threshold of a sob, as he felt the burn in his eyes, the blur of unshed tears he hadn’t even realised were there.

you didn’t speak. you didn’t have to. your hand reached up, brushing against his cheek, catching the tear that had fallen. the gentleness of your touch was his undoing, a dam breaking without warning.

he didn’t mean to cry. not here, not now, not like this.

but the tears came anyway, slipping down his face in silent streaks. he pressed the heel of his palm against his eyes, trying to rub away the tears, but they wouldn’t stop.

"don't look at me," he begged with a fractured voice.

"okay..."

you closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. he stiffened in your embrace, unsure, unprepared for the tenderness. but as his face pressed against your shoulder, hidden from the world, he let himself crumble.

behind the safety of your back, away from the gaze he couldn’t bear to meet, he let it all out. the tears fell in waves, silent at first, then deep, gut-wrenching sobs that echoed in the quiet room.

his arms enveloped you tightly, as held a drowning man a log.

"idiot..."

sasuke didn’t know whether to laugh or cry more. you were right. you were still the same humorous, honest to a fault, good person you'd been before he knew you, before he hurt you, and in spite of it. letting you in... hadn't changed a thing.

a dry laugh bubbled up from his chest, bitter and half-formed, and yet he didn’t pull away from you. "yeah, probably," he rasped, his voice cracked from the weight of everything he hadn’t said before, everything he didn’t know how to say.

it took a whole bottle of water to calm him down as he sat on your bed, 3 a.m. on the clock. you sat beside him, looking at how tired he was.

"you are... an absolute...idiot for coming all the way to my dorm from your house," you mumbled to sasuke, texting your roommate an apology.

sasuke, still recovering from the aftermath of his breakdown, gave a hollow chuckle. "i didn’t think about it," he muttered, eyes unfocused as he stared at his hands, the trembling finally beginning to fade. "just... needed to be here."

his words were soft, almost reluctant, as though admitting it made him feel weaker. he wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion or the feeling of being emotionally spent, but there was a strange comfort in being so utterly exposed, yet not alone.

"i can leave if you want me to."

“i’m not going to kick you out. i’m not ‘you’,” you sneered jokingly.

sasuke flinched at the reminder, the bitter taste of his own actions coming back to him. “i... didn’t mean that,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, as if apologising for the millionth time. “you didn’t deserve that.”

"i know."

"i'm still scared, y/n."

"i know that too."

"it’s… it’s hard," he admitted, "being scared… and wanting something so bad."

he looked up at you then, and for the first time, he didn’t look like he was bracing for an impact. "i’m sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking just a little.

you smiled sympathetically, leaning forward, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "i forgive you... now you—"

"forgive myself. believe me, that's the phrase of the year for me," he responded, sighing.

you eventually handed him a spare blanket, letting him use your roommate's empty bed. but sasuke couldn't sleep a wink. getting off of the strange bed, he trudged towards yours.

you looked up at him. "it's a single bed for a reason..."

sasuke crawled into it nonetheless, his larger frame taking up most of the space. you didn't push him away. you both slept in your bed, snuggled against one another under the comforter.

sasuke draped his arm around your waist, the other pulling you into him from under your body, spooning you with a softness you never knew he was capable of.

[st-kitten]

brat party pt.6

i'll likely upload the last chapter today itself since i have a work holiday. college started, so i don't want to drag this a lot and leave readers left with 'what nexts'

warnings: angst, weed, coke

the morning sun filtered through the shoji screens, casting soft patterns of light and shadow on the tatami mat where you and mikoto sat. her hand rested lightly in yours as you worked on the henna design, the faint, earthy smell of the paste filling the air.

"you’re really skilled at this," mikoto said softly, watching as the delicate swirls and lines took shape on her hand.

"years of practice,” you replied with a small smile. “it’s a tradition back home. every festival, every wedding, someone’s always asking for henna."

mikoto tilted her head, a curious glint in her eyes. “are there any customs tied to it?”

you paused, thinking as you drew a tiny, intricate leaf. “well, there’s this one where you hide the husband’s name in the design. it’s kind of like a game—if he finds it, it’s supposed to mean good luck or that the love is strong.”

after a moment of silence, mikoto spoke, her tone soft but amused. “would you write fugaku’s name for me? in kanji, of course. i’d love to see if he notices.”

you laughed gently at her request, setting the henna cone aside for a moment to consider how best to incorporate the characters into the delicate, minimal design. “all right,” you said, leaning closer to examine the pattern you’d already started. “let’s hide it so well, he’ll be staring at your hand for hours.”

mikoto chuckled, her cheeks faintly pink, though whether from the warmth of the room or your teasing, you couldn’t tell.

as your henna cone danced over her hand, you explained, “we’ll weave it right here. though, if he can’t find it, i’ll take no blame..."

mikoto smiled and shook her head, "either he finds it or i get to tease him about it forever."

sasuke entered the living room, spotting you and his mother. for a moment, seeing his mother smile and be relaxed made him giddy, but the persistent unease that had settled since the day before kept beating in his heart.

"y/n."

the mood shifted the moment sasuke called your name. his tone was calm—too calm—and the glint in his eyes was unreadable. you set the henna cone down carefully, excusing yourself from mikoto with a polite smile before following him. he led you down a quiet hallway, out of earshot of anyone else in the house.

once you were alone, he turned to you, his arms crossed, the familiar tension radiating from his posture like a storm brewing on the horizon.

“you need to leave,” he said abruptly, his voice low but firm, leaving no room for argument.

you blinked, caught off guard. “what?”

“you’ve overstayed your welcome,” he continued, his words clipped. “it’s time for you to go back to campus.”

you did not expect that all of a sudden. "you invited me here."

"and now i'm asking you to leave."

the coldness in his voice stung, far more than you were willing to admit. “sasuke, if i’ve done something wrong—”

“you haven’t,” he cut you off, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder, as though looking at you directly might break his resolve. “but you shouldn’t be here any longer. this is my family."

"what is this about?” your voice cracked, and you hated how vulnerable you sounded. “because your family’s been nothing but kind to me."

he took a step closer, towering over you now, his presence suffocating. “this is about us. or whatever you think this is.”

“what i think this is?” you repeated, your voice trembling now, not with fear but with something far more fragile. “sasuke, i—”

“don’t,” he snapped, his hand flying up as if to ward off your words. he closed his eyes for a moment, his breath shaky as he exhaled. when he spoke again, his voice was quieter, but it didn’t soften. “it’s better if you leave. it’s better if… we stop whatever this is before it gets worse.”

“worse?” you echoed. “what are you so afraid of, sasuke?”

his jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. he didn’t answer, and the silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

you scoffed. "there's a difference between protecting yourself and punishing others for no reason."

“this isn’t about me,” he said. “it’s about you. you don’t belong here. you never did.”

the words gutted you, their cruelty only magnified by the fact that you could see through them. his voice was steady, but the slight tremor in his hands, the way his eyes couldn’t meet yours—those told the truth. he didn't mean it.

you took a step back, suddenly feeling like an intruder in a place that had felt so warm and welcoming just moments ago.

“if that’s what you really think,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “then i’ll go.”

you wanted to scream at him, to ask why he was doing this, why he was pushing you away when you’d only ever been kind to him, only ever cared. but you didn’t. instead, you nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and walked away before he could see the tears collecting in your eyes.

when you reached your room, the weight of it all finally hit you. the warmth of the uchiha estate, the feeling of being welcome, of belonging—it had all been ripped away in an instant. and as you mindlessly packed your bag, staring out the window at the sprawling grounds you’d come to love, you wondered if sasuke felt even a fraction of the hurt he’d just inflicted on you.

you left quietly, without a peep, before lunch.

every step felt heavier than the last, as if the very walls of the uchiha estate were reluctant to let you go.

but you couldn’t stay. not after what sasuke had said.

you'd still left a small note on the hot table in the living room where you knew they'd have tea in the evening.

the train station was quiet, save for the occasional hum of announcements and the soft shuffle of passengers moving about. snow blanketed everything outside, turning the small town into a postcard-perfect winter scene. you’d bought a ticket for the night train, giving yourself hours to wait, not because you needed to but because leaving too quickly felt… wrong.

you found a spot on one of the wooden benches near the platform, its cold surface biting through the fabric of your coat. pulling a book from your bag, you settled in, your fingers stiff from the chill as you turned the pages. the story was a distraction, one you were grateful for, even if the words occasionally blurred when your mind drifted.

at lunchtime, you stepped outside to the small convenience store across the street. the bell above the door jingled softly as you entered, the warmth inside momentarily soothing. you picked up a simple onigiri and a bottle of green tea, paying the cashier with a polite nod.

you unwrapped the onigiri carefully, the smell of rice and seaweed faint but comforting. the first bite was bland, but you didn’t mind. it was food, and it was enough. as you ate, your eyes wandered to the snowy platform, watching the occasional flurry drift lazily from the sky.

the hours passed slowly, the world outside shifting from the muted whites of the afternoon to the deep blues of early evening. the station began to quiet even more, as though it, too, was preparing for the year’s end.

when the train finally pulled into the station, the sound of its brakes cut through the stillness. you boarded with your bag slung over your shoulder, finding a window seat near the back of the car. as the train began to move, you leaned your head against the cold glass, watching the snow-covered countryside roll by.

the houses were lit with warm, golden light, some decorated with twinkling strings of white and red, preparing for new year’s celebrations. you imagined families inside, bustling around tables, clinking glasses, and sharing laughter. the contrast to your quiet solitude was sharp, but you told yourself it was fine. it is what it is.

as the train chugged on, the rhythmic sound of the wheels against the tracks became a lullaby, lulling you into a strange calm. you sipped the last of your green tea, the bottle now cold in your hands, and watched as the lights of the small villages you passed grew sparser.

somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered what the uchiha estate looked like at that very moment—whether mikoto was setting the table with small decorations, whether itachi helped her cook a nice dinner, whether the family finally wore something other than black, whether sasuke—

you shook the thought away, closing your eyes briefly.

new year’s eve passed without fanfare for you, just the quiet hum of the train and the faint vibration of its journey forward.

as the clock struck midnight, you were somewhere between two small towns, watching the snow fall against the glass, letting the world pull you along with it.

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sasuke had been dragged to the low wooden table in the living room, the emptiness doing little to ease the cold knot that had taken root in his chest. in front of him lay the small note you had left, its delicate handwriting almost mocking in its sincerity.

mikoto and itachi sat across from him, their gazes heavy with disappointment and confusion. mikoto had picked up the note again, her fingers trembling slightly as she read your words for the third time, as if doing so might help her understand. the quiet gratitude you had expressed, the way you had called the estate “a home away from home” — it only deepened the ache in her heart.

“she thanked us for our hospitality,” mikoto finally said, her voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tense silence. her eyes lifted to meet sasuke’s, searching for something in his expression. "why would you just let her leave like that?"

he didn’t answer immediately, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. his hands were fisted on the table, knuckles white.

itachi, who had been silent until now, leaned forward, his dark eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “you’re not this careless. what happened?”

sasuke’s gaze flicked to the note, then away again, as if the words burned more every time he looked at them. “it wasn’t like that,” he said finally, his voice rough, defensive. “she... overstayed. it was time for her to leave.”

“overstayed?” mikoto echoed, her tone incredulous. “sasuke, she was a guest. she didn’t ask for anything. she even helped around the house—”

“this isn’t about her,” sasuke snapped, the frustration spilling over before he could stop it. his voice echoed slightly in the room, startling even himself.

itachi’s expression remained calm, but there was a sharpness in his gaze that pierced through sasuke’s weak defenses. “then what is it about?”

he looked away, his eyes fixed on the far corner of the room, where the shadows seemed to gather like a judgment.

“i didn’t want her here,” he said, his voice quieter now, but no less strained.

“you didn’t want her here, or you didn’t want to feel what you were feeling?” itachi asked, his tone unnervingly steady, yet laced with an unspoken accusation.

sasuke’s head whipped toward his brother, his glare fierce, but itachi didn’t flinch. the eldest uchiha had always been able to see through him, peeling back layers he didn’t even know he had.

“she doesn’t belong here,” sasuke muttered, the words bitter on his tongue. “she’s better off at campus, with her own life, not... not here.”

mikoto’s brows furrowed, her expression softening, though the hurt lingered in her eyes. “sasuke, you don’t send someone away for their own good by making them feel like they’re not wanted.”

itachi’s gaze shifted briefly to the note, then back to sasuke. “did she even understand why you asked her to leave? or did you make her think she wasn’t welcome?”

sasuke didn’t answer, his throat tightening as the weight of their words pressed down on him. the truth was, he didn’t know what you had thought, because he hadn’t given you a chance to explain. he’d pushed you away, shoved the words out in a panic, hoping that distancing himself from you would extinguish the fire he couldn’t control.

but now, sitting at the table with the echo of your absence growing louder by the second, he wasn’t so sure. all he knew was that he had done what he thought he had to, and yet, it didn’t feel like relief. it felt like loss.

fugaku entered the room silently, his imposing presence enough to make the already tense atmosphere feel worse. he had been listening from the hallway, and the slight furrow in his brow as he approached the table made sasuke’s stomach twist.

“what’s this i hear about you sending away a guest?” fugaku’s deep voice was calm, yet laced with the authority that always made the air around him feel heavier. he stood at the head of the table, his hands behind his back, his piercing gaze fixed on sasuke.

“it wasn’t like that,” sasuke muttered, not meeting his father’s eyes.

“then explain it to me,” fugaku said evenly, though there was a sharpness to his words. “because from where i stand, it sounds like you’ve embarrassed this family.”

mikoto’s eyes widened slightly, and she glanced at her husband. “anata—”

fugaku calmly looked at her, telling her he'll handle it.

“we are the uchiha. we do not exhibit such poor hospitality, especially not to someone who has done nothing to deserve it.”

sasuke flinched slightly, his father’s words hitting harder than he expected. “she... she overstayed,” he said weakly, the excuse sounding even thinner now.

fugaku raised an eyebrow, his expression hardening. “overstayed? she was here because you invited her, was she not?”

sasuke’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.

“then it was your responsibility to ensure she felt welcome until she chose to leave,” fugaku continued, his tone growing colder. “instead, you sent her away. tell me, sasuke, was there any indication that she was a burden to this household? any sign that she disrespected our home or our family?”

“no,” sasuke admitted through gritted teeth.

“then your actions are unacceptable,” fugaku said bluntly. “the uchiha do not treat their guests this way. ever.”

mikoto reached out, placing a hand gently on fugaku’s arm. “perhaps he didn’t mean—”

“intentions mean little when the result is the same,” fugaku cut her off, though his tone softened slightly. he looked back at sasuke, his disappointment evident. “you’ve disrespected not only her, but this family, and our name.”

sasuke’s fists clenched on the table. he wanted to argue, to defend himself, but the weight of his father’s words crushed any rebuttal before it could form.

itachi, who had been silent for most of the exchange, finally spoke. “she didn’t leave because she felt unwelcome by us,” he said quietly, his gaze steady on his brother. “she left because you made her feel unwanted by you.”

the room fell silent again, the only sound the faint crackle of the hearth. fugaku sighed, his expression softening slightly, though his disappointment lingered.

“whatever your reasons, sasuke, you’ve made a mistake,” he said finally. “and you will have to live with the consequences of it.”

with that, fugaku turned and left the room and mikoto followed him, leaving the brothers behind.

itachi remained seated, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, studying sasuke in the way only an older brother could.

itachi began quietly, his voice calm, almost patient, “do you want to tell me what’s really going on?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” sasuke muttered, though the bitterness in his voice betrayed him.

itachi’s lips curved into the faintest, almost imperceptible smile, not one of amusement but of understanding. “you’ve always been a terrible liar, sasuke.”

a moment of silence passed by. leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, itachi asked, “you sent her away because you felt nothing? or because you felt too much?”

“you don’t understand,” sasuke said finally, his voice low, almost defeated.

“then help me understand,” itachi replied, his tone soft but insistent. “you’re not one to act impulsively, sasuke. yet you pushed her away, knowing it would hurt her—and, judging by the look on your face, knowing it would hurt you too. why?”

sasuke felt like hiding from all this confrontation.

"i don't do girlfriends."

"who said anything about girlfriends?"

itachi's response made sasuke twitch.

"i mean. i... she..." sasuke bit back a scream. "it's too much. she was... everywhere. with you, with mother, with... father."

itachi didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence hang between them like a thick fog. he watched sasuke’s hands flex and twitch, betraying the unease he was trying so hard to mask. then, finally, itachi spoke, his voice calm but with an underlying sharpness.

“you’re acting like it’s the worst thing in the world, sasuke,” itachi said, his tone a mixture of concern and quiet reprimand. “but what’s so terrible about her being everywhere? about her being with the people who care about you?”

“it’s not about her... being around. it’s just...” he hesitated, words caught in his throat. “she doesn’t... she doesn’t belong here.”

“and why does that matter?” itachi asked, his eyes narrowing, trying to gauge sasuke’s every reaction. “why does it matter so much to you that she doesn't fit the mould you’ve created for your life?”

sasuke’s chest tightened, and he looked away, frustration building inside him, threatening to spill over. “because everything about her is... too much,” he said, voice low but thick with emotion. “she’s different, but in a way that everyone notices. you notice. father notices.” he stopped, as if the weight of his own words had just caught up with him.

itachi looked at his little brother pensively. "sasuke... do you feel unnoticed? by us?"

his words had caught sasuke off guard, digging at something he had never voiced aloud, not even to himself.

itachi didn’t push him. he simply waited, as he always did. the silence stretched between them, heavy, expectant. finally, sasuke broke it, but his voice was barely a whisper.

“it’s... it’s like... no matter what i do, it’s never enough. i’m never enough. with you... with father... with anyone. i do everything right, and still, i'm always just... here. not seen. not noticed.”

itachi’s eyes softened, the weight of sasuke’s words sinking in. he knew his brother had always carried that burden, even if he’d never admitted it before. but hearing it now, from sasuke’s own lips, felt like the first real crack in the armour he’d built around himself.

"you’re not invisible, sasuke," itachi said quietly, his tone gentle. "not to me. not to anyone who matters."

"then why does it feel like it?" sasuke snapped, frustration creeping into his voice. "why do I feel like I’m just... shadowed by everything else? like I’m not seen for who I really am?"

itachi chuckled softly. "if you never show us, how would we know?"

sasuke’s chest tightened, his throat constricting as the weight of those words hit him. he wanted to push them away, to deny the truth of them, but somewhere deep down, he knew they were right.

"i don’t know how to..." sasuke trailed off, the words failing him.

itachi hummed, "for someone who has the loudest, most open-book friends, you're telling me you don't know how to be yourself?"

sasuke frowned.

itachi regarded sasuke with a knowing look, his eyes reflecting a wisdom that came with age and understanding. the silence between them stretched long, but it was a comfortable one, the kind that comes with knowing someone so well, understanding them without needing words.

"you know," itachi said softly, his tone carrying a quiet weight, "the uchiha are known for their intense love. the kind of love that doesn’t fade, no matter how much we try to suppress it."

"i don’t care about that," sasuke muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. but even to his own ears, the words sounded hollow, like a lie that had been repeated too many times.

"you can lie to yourself all you want, sasuke," itachi said, his gaze steady, "but no matter how much you try to distance yourself, everything you do, every action, every word... it comes from a place of love. even when you push people away, even when you tell yourself you don’t care, it’s still love. that uchiha blood runs deep in you."

sasuke swallowed, feeling a knot tighten in his chest. love. he had always seen it as a weakness, something that could be used against him. he had always thought that to love was to be vulnerable, to be exposed.

"i don’t know what to do with it," sasuke admitted, his voice barely audible.

itachi's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "you don’t have to do anything with it, sasuke. you don’t have to control it. you just have to accept it."

he could see that sasuke was still not convinced.

"what do you think will happen if you let people in?"

sasuke opened his mouth to answer, as if he knew... only for nothing to come to his mind.

he couldn’t explain what he feared, couldn’t put into words the uncertainty that gnawed at him when he thought about letting anyone in. especially someone like her. someone who was so... present. someone who had already gotten under his skin, despite his best efforts.

"i don’t know," sasuke finally muttered, the frustration clear in his voice. "i don’t know what will happen. it just feels... dangerous."

"dangerous?" itachi asked, his tone still gentle, like he was trying to coax out the deeper truth.

sasuke clenched his fists, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "yeah," he snapped, "because when you let someone in, you risk everything. everything they could take from you. everything they could make you feel."

his voice broke for a split second, and he immediately turned his face away, trying to regain his composure.

itachi didn't look surprised. in fact, he seemed to expect that answer, his gaze softening as he leaned against the table. "isn't that what you did to her?"

sasuke froze, his eyes fixed on the note in front of him.

"she let you in, no conditions. and i'm guessing you two had a thing. so... you as good as used her, and tossed her away when you got scared."

"i... didn’t mean for it to happen like that," sasuke muttered, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew they didn’t hold any weight. he had used her, in his own twisted way. she had let him in, he had allowed himself to feel something, only to push it all away the moment it got too real, too complicated.

"you never mean for it," itachi replied softly, not unkindly, "but that's what fear does. it makes us hurt the people we care about."

"she didn’t run away, did she?" itachi’s voice cut through his thoughts again. "she faced you. and when you couldn’t handle it, she didn’t fight you. she just… walked away. quietly."

sasuke’s throat went dry at the thought of it. she walked away. no anger, no arguments, just... genuine detachment, something sasuke thought he was an expert at.

the distant fireworks brought them back to the present.

itachi stood up.

"forgive yourself, sasuke," he said, an echo of the exact words you'd said to sasuke.

two fingers gently poked sasuke's forehead, itachi's smile behind them. "happy new year."

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the new semester began as it always did; with a frat party.

sasuke sauntered from one quiet corner to the other at the party with a drink in hand, trying to ignore the buzzing energy around him. it was like every year, the same predictable cycle. the loud music, the flashing lights, the people in their tight clothes, their fake smiles. the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and smoke. and yet, none of it felt real. none of it ever reached him.

he knew how to blend in. to act like he was just another guy here, there to forget, there to drown whatever was lingering under his skin. so, he let the haze of alcohol kick in, the dull blur at the edges of his vision making it easier to pretend.

he didn’t care about the people dancing or the people flirting. they were all just distractions, just noise. what he cared about was silence. the quiet of his own mind, something that had been so elusive ever since... well, ever since everything. and he planned to avoid you as much as he could.

sakura and naruto were way ahead in the planning, running around, laughing, getting others involved. sasuke barely noticed them, his thoughts too far gone to focus on anything but the pull of the alcohol and the high that would hopefully wash away everything he didn’t want to deal with. he didn’t want to think about y/n, about the words itachi had said, about the guilt gnawing at him from the inside out.

he just wanted to forget.

joints after joints, all thanks to shikamaru, clouded sasuke's mind, creating a temporary safe space for his turbulent mind. the endless supply of booze kept him blended in like the chameleon he was. the bass-boosted music was perfect to silence his thoughts. if that wasn't enough, sasuke did lines, carded neatly off of discreet surfaces, the cocaine surging through his blood like lava.

sasuke stood back in the corner, his eyes glazed, a thousand miles away. the room around him was alive—flashing lights, people dancing, the bass reverberating through his chest—but none of it felt real. it was all a blur, like a low-budget film reel skipping frames. the colours bled into each other, red, blue, wild pink, spinning like a kaleidoscope, the world distorting with every pulse of the music.

his body was there, but it didn’t feel like his. his fingers tingled, his hands restless, but everything moved in slow motion. the beat of the song thudded in his chest like a heartbeat, almost too loud, but not loud enough to drown out the quiet hum in his head.

the lights above him flickered like strobe lights in a music video, and for a moment, he felt like he was falling through them, deeper into the darkness, out of reach. the bass dropped again, shaking the room, and everything spun with it, his head heavy, like he was floating in the middle of the night. everything blurred together, people’s faces, voices, the music—it was all just a buzz in the background.

his eyes closed for a split second, yet everything felt off. the momentary clarity left as quickly as it came.

"sasuke..."

"sasuke?"

he opened his eyes, a mop of red hair visible in his peripheral vision. he turned his head slowly, the intensity in his gaze almost chilling, like a predator who’d just locked onto its prey.

there was a weight in his stare, something dangerous, something cold enough to make the room feel a few degrees colder. it wasn’t a look of simple annoyance—it was like he was studying her, sizing her up with the kind of intensity that made people feel like they were being dissected. if eyes could be weapons, his would have cut her in half.

karin faltered, taken aback for a moment, but sasuke didn’t say a word. he just stared, his expression unreadable, his lips tight. the silence between them was thick with tension, and the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes—words weren’t necessary.

the two stumbled inside a dimly lit bathroom, in an attempt to make out. she was way shorter than him, so he had to lean forward to kiss her. he hated how dry it felt.

he pushed her against the wall, spinning her around so he wouldn't have to see her spectacled face. he ground himself against her ass, steadying himself. when he slid her panties off and when he undid his own trousers was a blur.

karin stood there, her back arched, face pressed against the cold bathroom tile. expecting a quick fuck from the campus hottie he was, at any moment. a moment too long later, she looked behind at sasuke.

his eyes were dead, hollow orbs, devoid of any trace of emotion. they stared straight down, unblinking, as if running on autopilot. there was no recognition, no sign of awareness.

his mouth was a flat line, void of any smile or frown—like a mask, as if his face had simply forgotten how to feel.

his skin seemed pale under the dim lights, the unnatural flush from the drugs not enough to mask the ghostly pallor of someone teetering on the edge of consciousness.

in the half-light, his face took on an almost haunting quality. there was a coldness in his expression, like he wasn’t fully here.

it wasn’t anger. it wasn’t hatred. it was something far worse: the feeling of being completely untethered, dangerously adrift.

"s-sasuke?" karin asked. upon hearing no response, she dressed herself again, not wanting to be near his venomous aura for even a second.

"some o-other time, haha!" she mumbled and ran out of the bathroom.

sasuke kept staring down. at his dick that refused to get hard.

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[what a way to end the chapter lol. if u like the added effects, the song i had in mind when writing sasuke's coke trip, was 'manali trance' by neha kakkar, and yo yo honey singh. idk it's the perfect rave music to describe a trance like that]

[st-kitten]

brat party pt.5

pt.6

note: this chapter portrays y/n as indian, so i'll understand if you're uneasy with it. but it's for the sake of the story. and i've put my heart and soul into writing some of it. my culture is very dear to me. but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

i have used a clip of sofya simha, one of my favourite odissi dancers. it is not the most fitting dance to the song i've chosen, but i hope it gets the sentiment across. apologies to actual, passionate dancers :")

ngl i be speedrunning through this story before college starts

warnings: sasuke having anxiety because y/n, y/n being an absolute menace (in a nice way), y/n ego boost (because we are her, she is us)

the next morning, the uchiha family gathered at the uchiha shrine, the cold winter air crisp and biting. you felt out of place at first, standing among the sea of black and blue, but mikoto had been insistent, handing you one of her own black yukatas. it bore the iconic uchiha crest, bold and proud on the back and subtly stitched into the lapel. "you’ll blend right in," she’d said with a warm smile, though you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious.

firstly, because hello? this was a family gathering? and you were not family? secondly, you'd expected fugaku to reject your inclusion but surprisingly, he had said nothing in the matter.

so there you stood. trying not to freeze in the cold air, people staring at you.

your foreign features lent an exotic charm to your appearance—soft, rich milky skin that seemed to glow against the dark fabric, and dark brown hair swept into a traditional japanese hairdo, though a few errant strands rebelliously slipped free, framing your face. eyes laden with thick eyelashes, full, sharp eyebrows

your lips, stained with dark red lipstick, stood out like a bold statement, perfectly complementing the faint blush on your cheeks—courtesy of the cold air and perhaps, just perhaps, the weight of sasuke's intense gaze. your almond-shaped eyes, lined with expertly applied eyeliner, gleamed with a quiet confidence, every stroke accentuating their expressive depth.

but for sasuke? the sight of you in that yukata hit him like a ton of bricks.

he tried to play it cool, arms crossed over his chest, standing stoically as the family performed the rituals. but his dark eyes betrayed him, flickering toward you every few seconds, his gaze practically glued to the uchiha crest on your back. it was maddening. the sight of you, draped in his family’s colors, wearing the crest that represented centuries of his clan’s pride—it stirred something primal in him.

he clenched his jaw, trying to shake off the heat rising in his chest, but it was no use. the way the yukata framed your figure, the way the faint winter breeze toyed with the strands of your hair—it was all too much. his hands itched to reach out, to touch you, to pull you closer.

your every gesture so graceful and deliberate. you weren’t just wearing the uchiha crest; you belonged in it. and that thought? it turned him on far more than he cared to admit.

he glanced away, determined to focus on literally anything else. the swirling incense smoke? riveting. the shrine’s ancient wooden beams? fascinating. the murmurs of surrounding family discussing where to buy quality ink? absolutely enthralling. but his traitorous eyes kept snapping back to you.

he clenched his jaw. stop looking, idiot, he thought. but two seconds later, there he was again, catching sight of you tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. he groaned internally.

what was it about that stupid yukata? maybe it was the way the uchiha crest sat perfectly on your back, or the fact that his mom’s eyeliner handiwork had you looking like you stepped out of a historical drama. even worse? you were the one who did her eyeliner, like it was no big deal, and now the two of you were giggling together like old friends.

he glanced at the incense smoke again. nope, even that wasn’t helping—because it was curling in a way that looked suspiciously like the outline of your hair. for a moment, he seriously considered pretending to sneeze, just to snap himself out of it.

as everyone stood together, a unified yet segregated display of tradition—men on one side, women on the other—you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. the atmosphere was thick with reverence, the air tinged with the smoky aroma of incense.

at the altar, the clan patriarch, uchiha madara himself, commanded attention. his presence was haunting, almost otherworldly, as though history itself had taken human form.

even among the imposing figures of the uchiha men, madara stood apart—dangerous, regal, and completely untouchable. his voice, low and resonant, carried through the shrine as he performed the intricate rituals with an ease that only centuries of lineage could bestow.

it felt like being transported back in time. where the 21st century world went about their day, you were in this corner, bearing witness to centuries of tradition.

you adjusted the borrowed yukata ever so slightly, the crest on your back suddenly feeling heavier under the scrutiny of a man whose legacy built the very ground you were standing on.

after the prayers, fugaku led his family to formally greet madara. the atmosphere shifted, a near-tangible weight settling in the air as everyone approached the clan’s patriarch. but as madara's gaze landed on you—a non-uchiha standing amongst his kin—his glare sharpened to something almost predatory, merciless and unforgiving.

fugaku, ever the diplomat, stepped forward hastily. “lord madara, her presence here is purely circumstantial,” he assured, his tone measured, though there was a faint tension beneath it. “it is not meant to interfere with the sanctity of our gathering.”

madara’s eyes didn’t waver, black and bottomless, dissecting every fibre of your being.

then, madara’s hand moved with a deliberate, almost theatrical precision, the air around him seeming to still as he reached behind him. in one fluid motion, he whipped out his legendary sensu fan, the sound of its unfolding echoing like a blade being unsheathed.

sasuke’s heart leapt into his throat, his muscles coiling as he braced himself to act if need be.

but you just stood there, in all your 5'6" glory, looking up at the monstrous man as if he’d just asked you to pass the salt.

madara’s fan hovered mid-air, his black eyes narrowing ever so slightly. was it irritation? amusement? no one could tell—least of all sasuke, whose brain was short-circuiting watching you face down the man who could probably level a forest with that fan if he felt like it.

you, however, looked like you were about to ask him if he needed a second coat of polish on the thing.

madara eventually looked away.

sasuke risked a glance at you, his dark eyes narrowing slightly in disbelief. did you just… out-stare uchiha madara?

madara's dark, deep voice resonated like a distant thunderclap.

"uchiha is a crown my people wear. the name is a power we possess, and a reputation we hold. to not be an uchiha," he looked at you with a piercing gaze, "is a misfortune. to be one is a privilege unmatched. let this taste of uchiha rituals quench your thirst to experience the extraordinary. you are not an uchiha by blood."

his tone was icy, designed to cut, but instead of shrinking back, you held his gaze, calm and unflinching.

"something tells me," you replied with quiet wisdom, your voice steady, "you believe more that an uchiha is forged... and not born."

sasuke watched the exchange in stunned silence, his eyes narrowing slightly as you delivered your line with a level of confidence he could only describe as suicidal.

“this is it,” he thought dryly, staring at madara’s ever-intimidating fan. “this is how we all die. because this... yapping idiot decided to get philosophical with madara uchiha.”

madara’s expression remained carved from stone, his fan still gripped in his hand. then, after an icy moment of silence, madara uchiha smirked.

what. the. everloving. fuck.

what was with you and getting the stoically expert uchiha men to smile? first fugaku, now literally madara? it was like you had some bizarre ability to bypass generations of ingrained stoicism and hit their "hey, i kinda like you" button.

as madara turned and strode away, the heavy tension he left in his wake began to dissolve, like the air was finally safe to breathe again. before anyone could say a word, sasuke grabbed your wrist and all but dragged you a few steps away, his grip firm but not rough.

he turned to you, his eyes a mix of disbelief and exasperation. “what the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed, his voice low enough to not attract attention but sharp enough to convey his point. “you don’t just—challenge madara uchiha like that. are you trying to get yourself killed?”

you gasped. "i was reasoning with his... speech?"

“reasoning?” he repeated, his voice dripping with incredulity. “you’re lucky he didn’t use that fan to send you flying into next week.”

“but he didn’t, did he?” you shot back, crossing your arms.

sasuke ran a hand down his face, clearly torn between frustration and grudging admiration. “he smirked. madara smirked. do you know what that means?”

you tilted your head. “that he... has critical thinking skills?”

“no,” he snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. “it means you’ve officially scared me more than he does. congratulations.”

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when you all arrived at uchiha manor for a short tea break, the air carried a quiet serenity, broken only by the soft bubbling of the koi pond nearby. sasuke and you sat by the edge, the light dappling off the water in golden ripples, the koi swimming lazily beneath. the breeze, gentle but mischievous, decided to toy with the fabric of your borrowed yukata.

sasuke's eyes followed the gentle movement of your yukata, drawn to the exposed skin beneath. the way the fabric slid across your shoulder, revealing the soft curve of your neck, sent a shiver down his spine.

without hesitation, sasuke closed the distance between you, to kiss your exposed shoulder. he left wet kisses over the expanse of your shoulder, slowly moving to where your neck began, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh.

you let out a soft moan, your neck and cheeks red. that sight of you in that uchiha yukata, his mark on your skin, your exposed shoulder, was like a japanese burlesque painting come alive.

with a sudden surge of possessiveness, sasuke claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire and longing into the embrace. his hands slid over your yukata, skimming over the smooth skin of your back, before gripping your waist and pressing you firmly against him.

you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss and he took the chance to slide his tongue inside. he kissed you as one would eat a creamy cake, messily, hungrily, savouring every taste.

"mmm... someone's... hhnn... coming," you moaned, breaking the kiss, and fixing your yukata.

"tea's ready," said itachi, his hands behind his back, eyes fixed on sasuke.

"yes, let's go," he replied curtly to itachi, already turning towards the manor. you simply followed.

the tea break was serene, the kind of stillness only the uchiha manor could provide.

mikoto poured tea gracefully, her movements elegant as ever, while fugaku sat at the head of the table, his posture as straight and commanding as his reputation demanded.

"itachi, sasuke," fugaku began, his deep voice slicing through the quiet. "we need to leave in an hour to finalise the documentation for the ancestral properties. i expect both of you to be prepared."

itachi gave a small nod, his ever-calm demeanour unshaken. "of course, father. everything’s in order on my end."

sasuke, seated beside you, responded with a simple "hn," though his mind was far from the property disputes. he had tried—oh, he had tried—to keep his focus elsewhere, but every time he glanced in your direction, he found himself utterly undone. more so now, because of the gorgeous hickey he knew was hidden under the lapel of your yukata.

great. just great. leave her alone with my mother while i try to figure out how to stop thinking about her, he thought to himself.

"you seem eager to leave, sasuke," itachi remarked dryly, his lips quirking ever so slightly.

"i’m just being efficient," sasuke muttered, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze.

fugaku, oblivious to the subtext, simply nodded. "good. efficiency is important."

"well, don’t worry, sasuke. y/n and i will be just fine without you. i’ll make sure she’s well taken care of," said mikoto.

that’s what i’m afraid of, sasuke thought grimly as he stood, excusing himself to prepare for the trip. leaving the room felt like a small mercy—a temporary reprieve from the battle raging in his head.

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the afternoon sun had begun its descent, casting grey clouds over the sprawling uchiha manor grounds as itachi and sasuke made their way back from their errand. the air was crisp, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore below was a steady, soothing rhythm. they walked along the walkway overlooking the beach, their footsteps quiet against the stone path, but itachi’s sharp eyes caught something—a figure in the distance, near the ruins by the water.

sasuke noticed too, his pace slowing as he squinted against the fading sunlight. the figure was draped in blue, an outfit neither of them recognised, certainly not something traditional to the uchiha. but they both knew who it was as soon as they saw her.

“y/n?” sasuke muttered under his breath, his voice almost betraying his confusion.

itachi, ever the observer, raised an eyebrow. “that’s new.”

the two exchanged a glance before silently agreeing to approach, the curiosity piquing despite themselves. they descended the stony steps that led to the beach, the rocks underfoot slippery and jagged, but they moved with ease, accustomed to the terrain. as they neared the ruins, they could see you more clearly now.

as they neared, they could hear music coming from the small speaker you'd placed on. rock nearby, your phone next to it.

you stood there in the ruins, draped in a blue sari with a delicate black border, the fabric catching the light of the fading sun, your waist exposed to the rays. the pleats of the skirt fell in soft, measured folds. your hair was tied in a bun, but a few stands managed to run errant anyway.

sasuke’s brows furrowed as he realised it wasn’t just the clothing that was unfamiliar; it was the way you were moving, the way you were... dancing?

he blinked, momentarily stunned. she can dance? it was the last thing he’d expected.

your hands, delicate and expressive, traced the air with slow, graceful gestures, the intricate mudras—the hand gestures that told stories and spoke without words—coming to life with every flick of your wrist, every gentle curl of your fingers. your arms arched as if they were an extension of the wind, flowing in time with the soft beat of the music, the faint notes of the indian classical song filling the space between your movements.

it wasn't just the dance that sasuke stared at, mesmerised. it was the way your face mirrored the deep, soulful emotion woven into the melody.

worry creased your brow for a fleeting moment, like a gentle tremor in the otherwise fluid composition of your face. then, as if following the curve of the music itself, desperation softened into sadness, and the melancholia in your eyes deepened. it was as if every note, every word that flowed from the song, spoke directly to you, and you gave voice to those emotions in the subtle arch of your brow and the tender curve of your lips. but oh your eyes.

sasuke didn’t understand the lyrics, nor the language, but he could feel them in the air around him. the ache in your gaze was palpable—he could see it, in the way your eyes shifted from the horizon to the ruins around you, as if searching for something, or perhaps, someone. the pain of unrequited love, the deep, heart-wrenching longing for the beloved, was written across your face in every slow, deliberate movement.

he had seen many things in his life—fights, losses, even battles of the soul—but he had never witnessed something so raw, so tender, and so painfully beautiful. the yearning you portrayed with every glance, every glide of your hand, struck him harder than anything he had ever known. the intense, aching love you danced with was so foreign to him, yet it was something he couldn’t turn away from.

"she's good," itachi remarked, his voice calm, almost indifferent, though there was an unusual depth to his words.

sasuke shifted uncomfortably beside him.

"didn't know she could dance," sasuke muttered, his voice slightly rough, almost as if he was trying to convince his all-knowing brother that he was completely detached from you.

"you don't seem to be talking about the dance," itachi observed, his voice as neutral as ever, but there was a slight glint in his eyes, like he was enjoying this just a little more than he should.

sasuke's expression hardened, but his eyes remained locked on you. "i’m not," he admitted, his tone a mixture of frustration and something else. "i don’t get it. it’s like... she’s so into it. like she’s... somewhere else."

"she’s letting it out," itachi said simply, his voice low. "sometimes, people need to express what they can’t say. maybe that's what this is."

sasuke looked at his brother, his brow furrowed. “i don’t know. it’s just... it’s not just the dance. it’s the way she’s feeling it. you know? i don’t even understand the song, but i feel it too. and i don’t... want to feel it."

itachi’s gaze didn’t waver from you. “people don’t always have control over what they feel,” he said, as if it were the simplest truth in the world.

"maybe she doesn't want you to understand. maybe she’s just showing you something you’re not ready for."

sasuke tensed at his brother's words, the weight of them settling into his chest like a stone. his eyes stayed fixed on you, still dancing, each movement speaking to him in a way he couldn’t quite grasp. "i just want her to stop," he muttered, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew he didn't mean them. "i can’t... handle this."

the melancholic pull of the b minor scale was like a whisper of vulnerability, unearthing memories and feelings he had locked away long ago. the steady rhythm, four beats per bar with its emphasis on the first, was eerily similar to the beat of his heart—strong, deliberate, but faltering ever so slightly as he watched you move.

the violins in the background carried a wistfulness that resonated with the ache he couldn't quite define, while the tabla's steady yet intricate rhythm mimicked the turmoil of his thoughts—measured, calculated on the surface, yet chaotic within.

the lyrics may have been foreign to him, but the longing they carried—mirrored in the dance and the melody—was painfully familiar.

the uchiha ruins were usually neglected, occasionally cleaned under the pretext of preservation. but today, as itachi and sasuke stood at the edge of the crumbling path, his sharp gaze fixed on you, the ruins felt alive. there you were, moving gracefully across the uneven ground, your sari flowing like liquid poetry, a striking contrast to the muted decay around you.

divine justice, itachi thought, his lips curving slightly.

“she belongs there,” itachi murmured softly, the words carrying a quiet reverence.

sasuke, standing beside him, barely registered the statement. his dark eyes were locked on you, his brow furrowed as if caught between admiration and agony.

“what?” he asked, his voice distracted.

“nothing,” itachi replied.

itachi wasn’t sure if it was divine justice, redemption, or simply the effect of one person’s presence. but he knew this: for the first time in years, the ruins didn’t look abandoned— they looked like home...

[this is close to what itachi and sasuke saw, same song described in the story. if ur curious, it's "o re piya" by rahat fateh ali khan, literally says "oh, my love" (꒦ີ﹏꒦ີ｡)‪‪❤︎‬]

you slowed to a halt, your chest rising and falling with the rhythm of your laboured breaths. brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, you turned toward your phone resting on a rock, likely to queue up another song. but as your eyes lifted, they landed on two dark silhouettes standing on the rocks, both eerily still, their gazes pinned to you.

your soul nearly leapt out of your body, as you jolted in place, startled. just dive in, and they’ll forget this ever happened.

itachi, ever the gentleman, took a step forward, his expression calm but laced with just the faintest hint of amusement. “i apologise if we startled you,” he said, his voice smooth and measured. “that wasn’t our intention.”

you nodded nervously, smiling, "had me descend to sea permanently there."

his lips quirked upward ever so slightly. “i’m relieved you chose not to.”

itachi approached you slowly, patient footsteps on the ruined rocks.

“you didn’t mention being a dancer.”

"i'm no dancer... i just... dance," you said softly, brushing it off, dusting the sand out of the pleats in your sari.

his tall frame towered over you as his sharp, yet calm eyes traced the intricate details of your attire.

“the attire,” he began, his voice smooth and contemplative, “it’s different from what i’m accustomed to seeing. beautiful… and purposeful, i assume?”

you blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden scrutiny from the elder uchiha. “oh, uh, yeah. it’s an odissi-inspired look,” you explained, gesturing vaguely to your sari. “it’s a classical indian dance form, so the attire is designed to be both functional and symbolic.”

itachi’s head tilted slightly, his dark eyes sharpening with interest. “ojishi,” he repeated slowly (failing obviously), tasting the unfamiliar word on his tongue. “the dance… it was unlike anything i’ve seen. is every movement intentional? every expression rehearsed?”

you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “pretty much. it’s about telling a story—emotions, myths, devotion. everything has a meaning, even the way you position your fingers.”

you raised your hand, demonstrating a mudra. “this, for example, symbolises a deer.”

itachi’s gaze lingered on your hands as you shifted your fingers fluidly, forming a delicate mrigamudra. the thumb touching the middle and ring fingers lightly while the other fingers extended gracefully, resembling the head of a deer.

itachi’s expression shifted to mild intrigue. “like this?” he murmured, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as he raised his hand, attempting to replicate the gesture.

you gently touched his fingers to align them well. the movement was quick, almost automatic, but it caught sasuke’s attention like a lightning strike. his eyes darted to the two of you, his lips thinning into a frowning line as he watched you correct itachi’s hand posture.

“and now, move it like this,” you added, demonstrating the graceful sway of your wrist, as though the deer was frolicking.

itachi imitated the motion, his hand still a little stiff, but there was an unmistakable effort in his attempt. “hm,” he hummed, his dark eyes flicking between his hand and yours. “it’s deceptively simple, but far more intricate than it appears."

meanwhile, sasuke stood stiffly off to the side, his arms crossed so tightly it was a wonder he hadn’t cut off circulation. his expression was a perfect storm of irritation and barely-contained turmoil. his brother, of all people, was standing there bonding with you over graceful hand movements, and sasuke didn’t know whether to be impressed, annoyed, or just retreat into the ocean himself.

“it’s not that difficult,” sasuke muttered suddenly, his voice low and begrudging, though no one had asked for his input.

you turned toward him, raising an eyebrow. “oh? care to try, then?”

he immediately regretted opening his mouth but couldn’t back down now. “no,” he said, his tone curt.

the three of you walked back towards the manor.

they weren’t quite sure when they started noticing it—your feet. small, delicate, and lightly dusted with grains of sand, yet every step you took seemed impossibly precise. your deep arch flexed slightly with each movement, your toes spreading just enough to balance on the uneven, rocky surface of the beach. it was as if even walking was an art form for you, something they’d taken for granted until now.

“do you always walk barefoot on beaches?” itachi asked finally, his tone curious but calm.

"why not..."

itachi’s gaze lingered on your feet for a moment before he spoke, his voice as steady as the tide. “what makes it so natural for you?”

you glanced up at him, a small, serene smile playing on your lips. “there’s something sacred about letting your feet meet the earth,” you said, your tone soft but resolute. “it’s a way of acknowledging where we come from, staying connected to something bigger than ourselves. my dance teachers always said it’s how we show respect to the ground we stand on.”

sasuke, trailing a step behind, stole a glance at you as though against his will. he wasn’t sure what unnerved him more: the ease with which you spoke of something so intangible, or how it felt like a truth he hadn’t realised he was searching for.

why couldn't you just be an ordinary person he occasionally hooked up with? why did you have to be so... fucking poetic? sasuke thought. he didn't know whether he was disturbed, anxious, or third worse thing.

the way you brought change with you as the tides brought seashells.

it drove him mad.

it wasn't supposed to be this way.

this was casual. no strings.

those very terms seemed like a joke to him now.

just what had you become?

[st-kitten]

brat party pt.4

pt.5

warnings: smut, degradation, unprotected sex (no creampie), piv, spanking, choking, hair pulling, slapping, sasuke being dramatically defensive

on the day sasuke’s family was leaving, you felt like an accessory more than anything else. his parents didn’t seem to mind your presence—just raised their eyebrows slightly, as if trying to figure out why their son had brought someone along for what was clearly a family affair. you ended up squeezed in the backseat of their limo, sandwiched between sasuke and itachi, trying not to overthink your pink-and-red top while the rest of them sat there looking like a perfectly coordinated fashion campaign in blue and black. you couldn’t help but wonder if they had a dress code you’d missed—or if sasuke had set you up for this.

"why did i bring her?" he muttered under his breath, shooting a sidelong glance at itachi, who regarded him calmly from the seat beside him. his older brother’s expression gave nothing away, but sasuke could sense a knowing look in those piercing gray eyes.

he turned his attention back to you, sitting there engrossed in the passing scenery, your profile a delicate outline against the tinted window.

his mother, mikoto, decided to break the silence.

“sorry, you’re stuck with us, dear,” she said, smiling politely.

you returned her smile. “i should be the one saying that...”

mikoto’s polite smile didn’t falter as she turned her attention to sasuke, her tone carrying a subtle edge of rebuke.

“sasuke-kun, please make sure y/n-chan has everything she needs during her stay. we wouldn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.” her gaze flicked to you briefly before returning to sasuke, the unspoken message loud and clear: take responsibility for your surprise guest.

sasuke bristled at the implication but bit back a retort, knowing full well that his mother’s approval was practically law in the uchiha household. “of course, mother,” he replied stiffly, shooting you a tight-lipped frown when he caught your barely concealed amusement.

"so, sasuke never told us what you’re studying," itachi said, his tone polite but curious.

you glanced at him, feeling the weight of his calm gaze. "masters in international governance and diplomacy," you replied simply.

itachi hummed in mild approval, a subtle nod acknowledging your choice. at least it wasn’t something embarrassing. sasuke, meanwhile, decided it was safest to let you handle the conversation and stayed quiet, though his silence wasn’t entirely by choice.

while he appreciated itachi’s measured interest in your academic pursuits, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of irritation at being sidelined. still, he knew better than to interrupt or risk shifting the spotlight back onto himself.

fugaku’s deep voice cut through the small talk. “what about your family?”

there it was—the thing sasuke had been equal parts dreading and fearing. his father’s habit of investigating into every detail of his life, no matter how trivial, had now extended to you.

you answered politely, keeping your tone steady. “my family is back home. my mother is an architect, and my father is a business advisor.”

sasuke sat stiffly, resisting the urge to groan. fugaku gave a small nod, his expression unreadable as he processed your answer, but sasuke could already feel the weight of his father’s silent scrutiny.

the limousine rolled to a stop before the imposing gates of the uchiha estate. sasuke stepped out first, his posture rigid and guarded as always. he glanced back at you, catching the way your eyes widened at the sheer grandeur of their ancestral home.

“welcome to uchiha manor,” he said coolly, his tone almost bored, as if the sight was nothing worth mentioning.

you followed him up the long driveway, still taking it all in. “uh... do you guys... like, own the whole country or something?” you muttered, half-joking but genuinely curious.

sasuke gave you a side glance, his lips twitching as if fighting off a smirk. “not yet.”

fugaku’s voice was firm. “sasuke, show her the manor. then join us for tea.”

sasuke inclined his head, his expression neutral as he acknowledged the order. without a word, he turned to you and gestured for you to follow him.

the polished marble floors gleamed beneath your feet, catching the warm light of the sconces lining the walls. as you walked, sasuke’s commentary was brief and clinical, more like a tour guide forced into service than someone trying to impress.

“this wing houses the family chambers and private study areas,” he said, his tone flat. “the east wing is for guests and formal receptions.”

you stopped at the base of a sweeping staircase, the banister carved with intricate gold filigree. sasuke’s fingers grazed the pattern absentmindedly as he continued, “the second floor includes more private quarters and the library. don’t get lost.”

you raised an eyebrow, half amused. “is that advice or a warning?”

his lips quirked, but only slightly. “both.”

...

"is that a fucking rembrandt?" you blurted, your jaw dropping as you stared at the painting, completely captivated.

sasuke’s gaze shifted to the portrait, his appreciation hidden behind his usual air of detachment. he gave a curt nod, his eyes scanning the canvas with a practiced discernment.

“yes. it’s one of several rare pieces in our collection. the uchihas have always been patrons of the arts, supporting and acquiring works from renowned masters throughout history.”

you turned to him, still wide-eyed. “so, what, you guys just casually have rembrandts lying around?”

he shrugged slightly. “we don’t ‘lie them around.’ they’re displayed with intention.”

he moved on to the next room.

the space was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old books and parchment. shelves lined the walls, packed with leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls.

“this is the library,” sasuke's voice cut through the stillness. “it contains many valuable texts and historical records, documenting the uchiha clan's accomplishments.

he glanced back to see you still frozen, eyes wide as you stared at the painting like it had personally insulted you. with a resigned sigh, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside the library.

your eyes sparkled like a kid in a toy store. it was clear to anyone that books were your weakness. sasuke’s smirk tugged a little wider at the sight of your excitement.

he leaned against a nearby shelf, crossing his arms over his chest, watching you with a mixture of amusement and mild condescension.

sasuke continued to lead you through the sprawling manor, each room more opulent than the last. you passed through grand hallways adorned with more art and luxurious furnishings, but it wasn’t until you reached the terrace that the true scale of the uchiha estate became clear.

he stopped at a set of glass doors that opened to the large terrace, and as they swung open, a gust of salty air hit you. the terrace stretched out before you, its stone railing offering a perfect view of a sandy, grey, pebbled beach below. the waves lapped lazily at the shore, the sound distant yet soothing.

there were a few ruins on the beach. broken pillars with cravings that had faded over time. before you could ask, he said, "those are from an old structure. nothing of particular importance. just some remnants from a time before the uchiha family acquired the land"

sasuke leaned against the railing, his posture more relaxed now, as he watched you take in the view. "if you’re looking for quiet, this is about as close as it gets around here."

you took another look at the beach, the grey stones glistening faintly in the fading sunlight. "well, it’s definitely peaceful," you said softly, "but... I’m guessing you’re not a fan of the beach."

he glanced at you, his usual aloofness creeping back in. "sand," he muttered, "gets everywhere."

the seabreeze made his raven hair sway. he looked pensive. almost too pensive. you watched him for a beat, noticing the rare shift in his demeanor. it was as if the quiet of the beach had drawn something from him—something unspoken, tucked away behind the cool, detached front he always wore.

the beach seemed to draw you in, especially those ruins. something about them—ancient and mysterious—called to you, as if the weathered stones were whispering a story you weren’t meant to know yet.

you took a step closer to the edge of the terrace, your gaze fixed on the ruins, but sasuke’s voice broke through the quiet.

"after this, let's join father for tea. delays aren't... so forgiven," he said, his tone lightly laced with warning.

when sasuke saw that your focus was locked on those ruins, he grabbed your jaw, pressing a distracting kiss to your lips.

"let's not forget our manners, y/n. we have company waiting."

you bit your lip, blushing. "yep."

sasuke led you back through the manor and into the salon, a traditional japanese room with tatami mats, sliding paper doors, and a low, elegantly set hot table. the room had an old-world charm, a perfect blend of history and quiet sophistication.

fugaku’s voice broke the stillness as he looked up from his seat, offering you a polite nod. "welcome, welcome. how did you find the uchiha property?"

sasuke took a seat at the hot table, his back straight, and you followed suit, sitting beside him. you could feel his eyes on you, but you focused on fugaku instead, taking in the slightly expectant look on his face.

"oh, it's definitely an architectural marvel," you began, choosing your words carefully as you glanced around.

"the uchiha estate has been in our family for generations," fugaku explained, settling into his seat with a calm, commanding presence. "we take great care in maintaining its beauty and functionality."

you nodded, absorbing the weight of his words, then your gaze flicked back toward the library. "and i think the library might be the true monument," you mused, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of your tea cup. "i noticed you have The Complete Poems of Catullus by ovid. that’s a rarity."

fugaku’s eyebrows raised, mildly surprised. "you’re familiar with it?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of curiosity.

you smiled, a bit proud of yourself. "i’ve always had an interest in classical literature. it’s one of those books you don’t often find outside of very well-curated collections."

sasuke, who had been silently observing the exchange, suddenly shot you a look—something between grim and shocked. his expression almost seemed to say, when did you manage to memorise the books in there?

"and where do your inclinations lie?"

fugaku asked you, clearly aiming for a character assessment. you could practically hear the "tell me everything about you" in his voice.

"well," you began, "i indulge in everything that fascinates me, but i admit, i’m a bit biased towards languages."

fugaku nodded approvingly, like he was checking off a box. "the uchiha clan has always placed great emphasis on mastering the subtle nuances of language, particularly when it comes to negotiation and manipulation."

there it was again—the uchiha clan. jesus, this guy could probably work it into casual conversation. 'did you know the uchiha clan invented breakfast? we’re that good.’

you figured that little snippet about the "uchiha clan" was probably meant to scare most guests away.

"a little machiavellianism never disappoints, yeah?" you said, sipping the hot tea offered to you.

"do you believe honesty is always the best policy, or do you think there’s a time and place for calculated deceit?" fugaku asked.

sasuke’s face morphed into an expression that was a mix between horrified and, well, suicidal. what the fuck was this conversation? OVER TEA?

sipping the tea served to you, you put on your sweetest smile and agreed with fugaku's words. "a spoonful of sugar makes honesty easier to swallow," you said, your tone saccharine and completely unbothered.

and why were you enabling him? thought sasuke. he wanted nothing but to drown in his teacup. till the bubbles stopped.

fugaku, for the first time in ages, looked at his son, sasuke, with a glint of approval and pride in his eyes, like he’d just discovered sasuke had an acceptable taste in friends. at least for the "uchiha clan."

sasuke, ever the stoic, held back any outward signs of emotion, but you could see it—just barely—a flicker of something beneath his calm exterior. deep down, his inner child felt... validated, as if this moment, despite the weird conversation and intense tea time, was some strange win for him.

fugaku looked at you with an air of expectation. "i trust my son is a good comrade to you," he asked, his voice calm but carrying a certain weight.

sasuke tensed at the question. he knew exactly what his father was implying. he’d been a mean, cold bastard to most people, and to you? well, he had been more or less a casual hookup with a mild, alien thing for that he kept hidden behind walls.

but to his surprise, you responded to fugaku's question genuinely. "it's difficult to find a friend in seniors at college," you said, your voice clear and sincere, "but i’m glad i found one in him."

sasuke's grip on his cup tightened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. what the hell was happening?

a part of him wanted to correct your perception, to reveal the harsh reality behind his aloof exterior, but he held back. it wasn't the time or place for that, and deep down, he knew you wouldn't understand it anyway.

fugaku nodded, clearly pleased with your answer. he threw another approving glance at sasuke, this time even more pointed. that was twice in just a few minutes. never had his father been so expressive with approval—especially not toward sasuke.

sasuke felt a strange mix of irritation and... something else. his inner child, the one who had never been good enough in his father's eyes, wanted more. it was almost like a craving for validation he’d pushed aside for years.

he realised, in that quiet moment, that just by having you there, in his house, things had already changed. the balance had shifted slightly. he wasn’t just the aloof, distant son anymore. no, now he was... well, something else in the eyes of his father. and it unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

as if you could sense sasuke’s quiet desperation, you patted his hand on his lap affectionately, a small, almost reassuring gesture. but before he could react, you pulled away, turning your attention back to your cup, sipping the tea with a casual air, as if nothing had happened.

sasuke blinked, caught off guard for a second, but his expression remained carefully neutral. he wasn’t sure if that was comfort or mockery, but either way, it made his chest tighten in a way he wasn’t used to.

mikoto, ever the gracious hostess, interrupted the moment with a soft, almost apologetic tone. "sorry for my intrusion, but y/n-chan, your eyelashes are so pretty. and long! may i see them?"

you gladly obliged, leaning slightly toward her and closing your eyes so she could inspect them.

"waouw! truly beautiful!" mikoto exclaimed, her voice warm with genuine admiration.

you smiled and thanked her, returning the compliment about her appearance too. mikoto blushed and accepted the compliment, making sasuke acutely aware of the intimate setting between the one woman he held dear in life, and the other he'd been inexplicably attracted to in proximity. that made severely anxious. too soon. too fucking soon.

itachi, as observant as ever, raised an eyebrow. "your features aren’t japanese. where are you from exactly?" he asked, his tone casual yet probing. even fugaku seemed to take interest.

you replied with calm confidence, "i'm from india."

fugaku nodded thoughtfully. "a rapidly developing nation indeed. that must mean you practice indian religions."

jesus, sasuke thought to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly. is he going to do a whole profile on her right now?

you took a sip of your tea, clearly unfazed by fugaku’s assumption, and answered, your voice steady and clear. "well, india is home to more than one religion. hinduism, which is the flagship religion, the one i follow. then islam, buddhism, jainism, sikhism. the epistemology goes on and on."

you paused, meeting fugaku’s eyes. "i like to think of mine as a way of life rather than a religion."

sasuke simply listened, his fingers drumming lightly on the edge of his cup. he’d seen his father ask countless questions over the years, but this... this felt different. his world of cold formalities had just collided with yours in a way he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around.

fugaku's expression shifted, and for once, there was a glint of genuine approval in his eyes. "fascinating," he said, nodding thoughtfully. "i approve of your resolve to find your own meaning."

sasuke almost choked on his tea. his father—the man who’d never been anything but critical, harsh, and stoic—openly approving something you said? what. sorcery. was. this.

sasuke's mind began to spin. a mild, stationary anxiety attack crept up on him, and for a few moments, he zoned out entirely.

his surroundings blurred—his father's approving gaze, your calm demeanor, even the soft clink of tea cups—everything faded into the background. the only thing he could focus on was the tight knot in his chest, the rising tension that had nowhere to go.

why is this happening? he thought, a strange feeling of vulnerability washing over him. his father never approved of anything he did. and now, here he was, praising someone else—someone who, in his mind, shouldn't even matter this much.

but of course, it did. and that only made it worse.

when sasuke snapped back to his senses, the conversation had shifted entirely.

you were now talking to itachi, with fugaku listening intently.

"but shouldn't our names be pronounced as they are without change? they are proper nouns after all," itachi mused, his tone thoughtful.

you nodded, sipping the last of your tea. "true as it may be, every language has its own phonemic inventory. so sounds that exist in one language may not exist in another. so, in such a case, you can't expect speakers of the other language to articulate the sounds of your language."

fugaku nodded, his eyes sharpening as if he understood the deeper layers of the conversation.

"look at japanese itself," you continued. "in your phonemic inventory, you have syllable-based sounds. but even certain romanic sounds don't exist. like 'ta,' 'te,' 'to'—but 'chi,' 'tsu'—and not 'ti' and 'tu.' they're not phonetic defects, just products of articulatory evolution from old japanese. they occur in different tactical environments, making them individual phonemes."

itachi nodded, a subtle spark of understanding flickering in his gaze.

sasuke, on the other hand, was lost. he didn't even understand what a fucking phoneme meant, and he wasn’t sure if it was safe to ask. so he just stared blankly, nodding along like he got it. he didn't, but he figured it was just something smart people talked about.

fugaku's voice was calm but assertive, "i believe you are right. one cannot declare claim over languages. one must accept them as they are. one must—"

you, without missing a beat, finished his sentence,"—let one's purism go."

truly unheard of in the uchiha household. most people couldn't even keep up with fugaku's sharp, rapid-fire thinking, let alone predict his next words. even itachi, who had mastered the art of unreadable expression, let out a soft, barely audible gasp.

and then, it happened.

fugaku, after a brief, stunned pause, did something no one at that table thought they'd ever see: he smiled.

a real, unguarded smile.

you'd spoken so casually, as if you hadn't just pulled off the most shocking move of the day.

sasuke's jaw dropped a fraction. was that—did that just happen?

thinking it was best to leave fugaku in that mood, the tea hour wrapped itself.

sasuke, still processing what had just happened, silently led you to the guest room you'd be staying in.

the room was, as expected, gorgeous. plush bedding, soft lighting, the kind of luxury that made you feel like you were in a high-end hotel, but with more family legacy sprinkled in.

sasuke stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at the room. then, as if on instinct, he opened his mouth to say something—almost as if he were about to ask you the million-dollar question. but he didn't.

he left you to unpack and settle in.

at dinner, the conversation was minimal, but surprisingly, nobody sulked. the clink of cutlery against plates filled the gaps in between bites, and for once, you found yourself appreciating the quiet, even if the occasional glance from sasuke made you wonder if he was still thinking about that smile. was it really that rare? you wondered.

as itachi and fugaku smoked cigars outside on the patio, the evening air filled with their quiet conversations, sasuke lingered nearby, his eyes scanning the distant horizon.

fugaku’s voice broke through the calm, stern as ever. "i did not expect you to bring company this year." his tone was calculated, and for a moment, sasuke almost braced for a scolding.

but it didn’t come.

sasuke bit back the urge to snap at his father. engaging in a heated argument with fugaku was futile; he knew better. instead, he chose his words carefully, trying to placate the situation without losing his edge. "i deemed it necessary to extend hospitality to her, father," he said coolly, hoping the formality would keep things in check.

fugaku gave him a long, steady look, then took a slow drag from his cigar. "i never said i disproved," he muttered, his voice deep with an edge of something unreadable. he shifted his gaze to sasuke. "she is no fool, sasuke. that girl is smarter than she looks."

sasuke's brow furrowed slightly at that, but he said nothing, letting the words hang in the air.

fugaku exhaled a puff of smoke, then continued with a rare hint of approval, "and that is precisely the kind of people the uchiha acknowledge."

sasuke blinked, and for a moment, the air felt charged. his father, the man who hardly ever showed his approval, had just given it... for you, someone he'd only met once briefly.

seeing sasuke’s rigid and tensed figure, fugaku let out a long, controlled sigh. "needless to say, with... 'friendships', i trust your taste," he said calmly, taking another drag from his cigar, as though the whole conversation had just been a casual afterthought.

sasuke’s eyebrows shot up in mild surprise. a concession? the flicker of intrigue that crossed his face was brief, but it was enough to make him reconsider his usual wariness. did his father... just compliment him?

for a moment, sasuke considered pressing for clarification. was this a rare show of approval? did fugaku mean something else entirely? but the old uchiha’s enigmatic nature made him hesitate. no, better not to push it.

sasuke had learned over the years that if his father even remotely bestowed a good word on him, he was going to take it. he simply nodded, masking any trace of surprise behind his usual cool exterior.

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later that night, after you'd settled into the guest room, the soft hum of the house settled into a quiet stillness. you'd stepped out of a much needed shower, a thick white towel wrapped around your body, your hair slightly damp, curling even further.

meanwhile, sasuke had quietly slipped into the guest room, his footsteps barely a whisper on the thick carpet.

"boo," his deep voice whispered, low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine as you spun around, nearly socking his jaw, but he easily caught your wrist.

"jesus... you have all the subtlety of a hand grenade," you said, panting, sitting up in bed as you blinked in disbelief.

sasuke’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark at your startled reaction, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. he knew full well that his sudden appearance had caught you off guard.

sasuke reached out and gently tugged the towel loose, allowing it to slide down your body and pool at your feet. his hands skimmed over your bare skin, tracing the curves of your hips and waist before coming to rest on your shoulders, his arms lazily hung over, hands locked behind your neck.

"didn’t think you'd be this... enthusiastic to see me," he remarked, his voice a mix of amusement and sarcasm.

you looked up at him, a small smirk curling at your lips. "look at you. fornicating with the guest," you teased, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

a low chuckle rumbled in sasuke’s chest at your cheeky remark, the sound low and almost dangerous.

"careful now," he warned, his voice dropping into a seductive purr. "insulting the host could lead to... unpleasant consequences."

without waiting for a response, sasuke claimed your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving past your lips to tangle with yours in a passionate duel. you let out a breathy moan and kissed him back, letting your hands travel up his chest. he wrapped his arms around your hips, cupping your ass and lifting you off the ground as he walked backwards towards the bed, never breaking your heated kiss.

sasuke laid you down gently, his body covering yours as he continued to ravage your mouth with unbridled passion. his hands roamed over your curves, exploring every inch of skin he could reach, mapping out the contours of your body with reverent fingertips.

he took of his shirt and you marvelled at his chiselled body, his abs, even the faint scars.

feeling your eyes on him, sasuke's confidence grew, and he allowed himself a small, cocky grin. slowly, deliberately, he reached for the fastenings of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. ss the fabric fell away, his boxers followed suit, exposing his hardened length to your hungry stare.

now in his territory, the esteemed uchiha manor, he wanted to assert his dominance. he wanted to test how submissive you could be. because of course.

"on your knees," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. loving his eagerness, you did as such, getting down on the floor, on your knees.

"suck" he instructed, his tone brooking no argument.

you rolled your eyes.

and a sharp slap echoed through the room, your cheek stinging, silencing your insolence instantly. the same hand gently caressed your reddened cheek, oh what irony.

you hadn't expected him to do that. but fuck if you weren't turned on. sasuke raised an eyebrow, not expecting you to be turned on his slap.

his large hand cradled the back of your head, guiding your mouth towards his rigid member once more, letting your taste the precum beading at the tip. the expectant look in his eyes left no doubt about what he demanded – total obedience, and nothing less. you took his head in your mouth, coating it with your saliva, letting your tongue run up and down his slit, and around his tip.

sasuke breathed heavily, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided your movements, urging you to take him deeper, your tongue flattened beneath the underside of his dick.

you took him in deeper. to fuel his need to dominate, you locked your own arms behind your back, and sucked his dick with your mouth, bobbing your head, doe eyes looking up at him.

jesus. sasuke wanted nothing more than to solder that sight into his mind. his thrusts grew more forceful, his hips pumping upward to meet your bobbing head. the lewd sounds of slurping and gagging filled the air as he used your mouth mercilessly, driven by an insatiable need to claim and conquer.

"cheap whore" he whispered, his head tilting back as the pleasure augmented. "my whore"

his breath hitched at the vulnerable, pleading expression on your face, your wide, trusting eyes locking onto his as he ruthlessly claimed your mouth. the dichotomy between your innocent appearance and the depraved act unfolding was intensely arousing. were you always this shameless? fucking perverse? so fucking...

"perfect," he hissed as he kept fucking your mouth.

sasuke's grip on your hair tightened, pulling your head back to deepen the angle of penetration. he relished the gagging noises you made, the way your body struggled against the intrusion, the tears that began to well in your eyes.

as the first wave of his orgasm hit, sasuke snarled, his vision blurring as he erupted deep within your convulsing throat. jet after jet of scorching seed pumped into you. he continued to pump his half-hard cock through the aftershocks, ensuring every last drop coated your tongue and the back of your throat. only when he was completely drained did he finally allow you to pull back, gasping for air.

you whined softly as you swallowed. seeing his cum drip down your lips was fucking erotic. sasuke couldn't resist pulling out his phone to snap a picture of you, the flash accentuating your hazy appearance, specks of white glistening on your swollen lips. a photo just for him. meant only for his eyes.

sasuke's gaze lingered on your ravaged features, a twisted sense of admiration mixing with the residual lust. he couldn't deny the thrill of dominating someone so willingly, so completely. it was intoxicating, addictive – a high he intended to repeat with his delectable little plaything.

hastily, he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up, tossing you back into bed, pinning your wrists above your head, looming on top of you, his gaze intense; a silent promise of further degradation and pleasure.

sasuke leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered. "i'll break you, remake you, mould you into the perfect, submissive slut. and you'll thank me for it, won't you, whore?"

mind blank, you just whimpered a series of 'yes'.

a sadistic smirk played on his lips as he read the submission in your response. he ground his hips against yours, the hard length of his erection pressing insistently into your soft flesh.

"good girl," he praised, his tone dripping with condescension.

he flipped you over, face down ass up, his hands grabbing at your flesh, squeezing it till it accepted the marks of his fingers.

a resounding smack echoed through the room as sasuke's hand connected with your ass, leaving a vivid red imprint. you let out a startled yelp, instinctively trying to pull away, but he held your hair fast, his grip unyielding, making you cry out.

sasuke delivered another stinging blow, harder than the first. it was clear now that you were enjoying this humiliation just as much as he was. his relentless spanking continued, each blow landing with precision and force.

he slid a finger between your thighs, seeking out your slick heat. he groaned at the discovery of your arousal, even in the midst of punishment.

"masochist," he whispered, as his finger glided effortlessly through your dripping folds, coating itself in your juices. he circled your sensitive clit, applying gentle pressure, and watched you tremble beneath him.

he continued his deliberate, torturously slow strokes along your sensitive skin, pushing you closer to the edge without allowing release.

"who knew you were such a needy slut, getting off on being spanked." he scoffed, watching as your arousal glistened against his finger.

he pushed two fingers inside, stretching your wet cunt. but that's all. he didn't move with his usual speed. instead, he prolonged his ministrations till you were writhing and whimpering.

"tch. all good things to those who wait, y/n..." he murmured in your ear, leaning forward against your back.

"you thought you were entitled to your orgasm just because I touched you?"

sasuke's hand closed around your throat, pulling you up against his chest, your head falling on his shoulder, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race. his other hand kept pumping his fingers in and out with maddening slowness.

your body began to shudder, signalling your impending climax. so sasuke released your throat and pulled his hand out, provoking a stressed whine at the loss of his touch. he brought his hand to your mouth. he pressed his wet fingers past your lips, demanding you suck them clean of your own arousal. "taste how wet you are for me"

sasuke groaned at the sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping his fingers, your tongue swirling around them as you sucked eagerly.

"s-sasuke... please," you whined. "-wanna...come"

with a groan, he pushed those two fingers deep back inside your clenching heat, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot within, pumping in and out now at a frenzied pace.

he added a third finger, stretching you open as he worked you towards climax, his thrusts becoming more urgent. you just moaned as he fucked you hard with his fingers. "f-fuc...fuck"

your needy moans and desperate curses only fuelled his own arousal, his cock throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside you.

with a final, brutal thrust, sasuke sent you careening over the edge. your pussy clenched rhythmically around his digits as you came hard, waves of pleasure crashing through.

"shit..." he breathed, withdrawing his fingers to bring them to his lips. he licked them clean, savouring the taste of your release.

you turned around to face him, your hardened nipples brushing against his chest, hands clawing at his shoulders. "please, sasuke... fuck me."

his hands roamed your curves, palming your breasts roughly before pinching and tugging at your nipples.

"such a greedy little slut, always begging for more," he sneered, his thumbs rolling over the sensitive peaks.

"please..." you whined like a bitch in heat, draping your hands around his neck. "you can fuck me raw, just please... fuck me"

he didn't have to be told twice. that's all he wanted.

he pushed you down onto the bed as the mattress dipped under your weight. he slapped your thighs, parting them. he stepped between them, aligning his throbbing member with your soaked entrance. he taunted, the head of his cock nudging against your clit, "nasty slut. begging to be fucked senseless, to have your insides stretched and pounded until you can't remember your own name. yeah?"

"screw my name... i'll remember yours" you moaned as his cock teased your folds.

a wicked grin spread across sasuke's face at your defiant declaration, your moan of anticipation fuelling his lust. with a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside you, burying his cock to the hilt.

"fucking perfect," he groaned, his eyes rolling back momentarily from the intense sensation of being encased in your tight, slick heat.

"your cunt was made for me."

sasuke set a relentless pace, pounding into you with brutal force, each snap of his hips sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through both of you. the bed creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with your ragged breaths and the obscene slap of skin on skin. his pace never faltered, his cock plunging into your welcoming depths with ruthless precision. the wet squelch of your sex filled the room, a symphony of debauchery that only heightened his desire.

"s-sasu-ke" you muttered, your voice breaking as he pounded into you.

"what, slut?" he hissed, not really wanting to have a fucking conversation when his cock was buried inside you.

you looked into his eyes, and asked, shamelessly, yet so... pathetically "slap me... please..."

for a moment, sasuke froze, his cock still buried deep inside you as he processed your unexpected request. then, with a snarl of disbelief, he pulled back and brought his hand down in a sharp slap across your cheek.

"there, happy now?" he spat, his palm tingling from the impact. "is that what gets you off, being treated like a piece of shit?"

he didn't wait for your response, his chest heaving with exertion and anger, ready to deliver another blow if needed. but a part of him, the darker, more twisted aspect of his nature, revelled in the power he held over you, in the ability to inflict pain and degradation on someone who craved it just as much.

the way you moaned and clenched around him told him what he wanted to know.

sasuke's eyes narrowed, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he realised the true extent of your masochistic desires. he leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered.

"you're such a sick fuck, aren't you? getting off on being abused, degraded..."

without warning, he delivered another stinging slap to your other cheek, the sound echoing through the room. your cries of pleasure only spurred him on, his cock twitching with renewed arousal.

shit, you were so turned on. sasuke couldn't believe his eyes. you were his most twisted fantasy come true. he'd always been drawn to violent sex. his previous hook ups, one-night-stands had been crybabies. so were you, but you were sensitive in a way that was carnally beautiful.

"you're perfect," he rasped, his fingers curling possessively around your throat as he pulled you into a brutal kiss, tasting the salt of your tears on your lips. 

"a depraved little slut, just like me." with a low growl, sasuke surged forward once more, driving his cock into your clenching depths with reckless abandon.

on the brink of orgasm, he fucked you manically, pulling out at the last minute to spill all over your stomach, watching you come undone just as fast.

he looked at your blissed out state, flushed cheeks, dreamy eyes, lips parted to gasp for air. you innocent, almost ethereal appearance in the aftermath of your debauchery struck a chord within him, awakening a facet of his psyche he had long suppressed.

"why do you have to be so damn beautiful?" he murmured aloud, his thumb brushing gently over your plump lower lip.

the sight of you lying on the bed so... devoid of caution sent a pang of connection, of something deeper than mere physical attraction. it was fleeting, a momentary lapse in his emotional armour, but it left him oddly disarmed.

your fingers pushed away the damp strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"beholder..."

"don't expect me to go soft. you're mine to fuck. we're not... anything," he said, a hint of his usual steel creeping back into his tone.

you smiled, "aw... acting like i don't use you too."

a faint, wry smile tugged at the corner of sasuke's mouth at your playful retort. you was right, of course. your "relationship", such as it was, operated on a mutual exploitation of each other's desires. he enjoyed using your body, but you clearly got off on submitting to his darker impulses.

"i suppose we're evenly matched in that regard," he acknowledged, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"it's not... bad," he admitted. "but don't ask for anything more than sex."

you looked at him, your gaze steady and pensive as opposed to his, which was a tornado of uncertainty.

"sasuke, don't act like you haven't already shown me you're capable of more than that. i don't mind the sex, the making out, the touching. but i'm human. not a sex doll. if you just want a hole to put your dick in, buy a donut. don't fuck with who i am because you're afraid of human connection."

sasuke held back a flurry of insults, letting you continue.

"your boundaries won't be violated. but there's a standard to the people i tolerate. if you plan to treat me like shit outside of the sex, end this, and go find someone else."

sasuke's jaw clenched at the implication, a flicker of defensiveness sparking in his eyes. the notion that he fell short of your standards, that he was somehow lacking, grated against his proud nature. but he pushed aside the irritation, recognising the validity of your expectations.

he reached out, tilting your chin up to force eye contact, his grip firm but not painful. "i'm not that heartless. but understand me clearly, y/n. i'm not capable of providing what you might crave emotionally. my heart is closed off, and it won't change for anyone, including you."

"you trynna convince me or yourself?"

"don't put words into my mouth."

"ever the pessimist, aren't you? you speak as though you'd rather end this right now, but you act as if you'd do this for hours."

"fine," he snapped, his patience wearing thin. 

"maybe i do enjoy your company more than i should. but that doesn't change the fact that i'm not equipped to handle emotional relationships." sasuke's gaze turned introspective, a shadow of regret passing over his features. he hated admitting weakness, but your probing had forced him to confront the chasm between his actions and his professed beliefs.

"i'm torn, y/n."

you gently traced his face, his straight nose, his lips, his chin. "who isn't..."

he warned, his voice low and husky. "touching me like that... it's dangerous. i'm not built for this kind of intimacy."

despite his words, sasuke made no move to pull away, his body responding eagerly to your subtle advances. he was acutely aware of every point of contact, the electric tension crackling between you like a live wire.

"sasuke..." you said his name softly, like a prayer, "if you're brave enough to fuck me like you just did, slap me, and degrade me... then you're brave enough to feel this touch"

"fuck you," he snarled.

you kiss the tip of his nose, "done"

sasuke's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "bitch..."

despite his protestations, sasuke couldn't suppress a small, pleased smile. there was something undeniably charming about your carefree nature. perhaps that's how you were able to calm down his growling doberman.

[st-kitten]

i will never get over this outfit.

and i will keep adding indian quirks to y/n. it’s just something so close to my heart 😭 sorry for my non-indian readers

[st-kitten]

brat party pt.3

pt.4

warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving), handjob, piv, balcony sex, weed, drinking

university during exam season was its own kind of battlefield. sleep-deprived students armed with highlighters and coffee cups waged war against an overwhelming tide of deadlines and syllabus expectations. the library became a second home for many, desks cluttered with stacks of books, snacks, and crumpled to-do lists.

but you? you were a whole different breed. your workspace looked less like a study setup and more like the tactical command center of someone planning a heist at the smithsonian. colour-coded flashcards were stacked like tiny, organised skyscrapers, and your pens and highlighters were aligned so precisely that even a military drill sergeant would’ve nodded in approval. your laptop displayed a study schedule so detailed it probably accounted for lunar phases and barometric pressure, broken into 25-minute increments for what you called "maximum efficiency." your poor ipad begged for a break.

to the casual observer, it was impressive. to anyone with common sense, it was mildly concerning (terrifying).

your appearance alone could’ve sent weaker souls fleeing. hair clipped haphazardly on top of your head, with wild strands stubbornly plastered to your forehead, refusing to obey the laws of gravity or grooming. your infamous red bayonetta glasses perched perilously on the bridge of your nose, glinting ominously under the harsh library lighting. your eyes? bloodshot and glaring at absolutely nothing, as if the balance of power in your world depended on it.

“sovereignty… multipolar versus unipolar systems… machiavellian diplomacy…” your murmurs were rhythmic, hypnotic, and downright unsettling. anyone sitting within earshot found themselves subconsciously sitting straighter, fearing you might suddenly hex them with the treaty of westphalia.

sasuke had wandered into the library, fully intending to find a quiet spot to brood and go over his notes.

but when he saw you? he froze. like, statue-level stillness. he stood nearby, just close enough to hear you, clutching his bag strap like a lifeline, his dark eyes narrowed with caution.

“what the hell…” he muttered under his breath, watching as you flipped through colour-coded post-its like a maniacal blackjack dealer.

“the cold war… containment policy… the domino theory…” you growled lowly, your voice raspy from hours of nonstop mumbling, your hand moving furiously to underline key terms in one of the six meticulously highlighted textbooks spread across the table.

a brave soul dared to walk past, their phone dinging loudly. you paused mid-mutter, snapping your head up to glare at them over your glasses. the poor student stumbled, apologising profusely before scurrying away.

and yet, despite all the chaos, sasuke couldn’t help but smirk. because, honestly? terrifying or not, you were kind of impressive. scary as hell, but impressive.

he walked over, dropping his bag on the desk beside yours with a deliberate thud. you jumped slightly, shooting him a brief glare before you resumed studying.

he sank into the chair next to you, his presence both grounding and distracting. there was no greeting, no explanation for why he was there. he simply opened his bag, pulled out his own notes, and began reviewing them, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. his stoic expression didn’t falter, but every now and then, his eyes flickered toward you, a silent acknowledgment that he was there—just because.

sasuke's gaze inevitably drifted to your face, his sharp eyes catching the subtle yet relentless movement of your teeth worrying your lower lip. it was a small thing, a nervous habit you probably weren’t even aware of, but to him, it was like watching the physical embodiment of stress and raw concentration.

he leaned back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the backrest, pretending not to watch as you furiously scrawled notes.

still, there was something oddly captivating about it—not the stress, per se, but the sheer intensity. the way you seemed utterly consumed by your task, oblivious to everything around you, even him. it wasn’t like he cared or anything. not at all. nope. not in the slightest.

so, naturally, he grabbed a book off the desk and pretended to read, all the while stealing glances at you like the absolute hypocrite he was.

as the minutes ticked by, the stress you carried started to bleed through the cracks of your meticulously composed exterior. your brow was knit so tightly it looked like it might never uncrease, your lips were pressed into such a sharp line they could probably cut glass, and your jaw clenched with the intensity of someone trying to crush a walnut between their teeth. every time you mumbled a concept wrong, your eye twitched, and honestly? it was starting to make him nervous.

unsure if he should step in or if doing so might result in you throwing a highlighter at his head, sasuke put his book down. making sure nobody was looking, he shifted in his seat to get down under the table. as if he'd done this a thousand times. he crawled to where you sat, grateful that you wore skirts so often. sasuke slid his hands up your thighs, feeling the smooth fabric of your skirt give way to warm, bare skin. his fingers grazed the edges of your underwear, sending a jolt of desire through him.

you gasped "what- what are you doing?" you whispered, looking down at him, your focus momentarily shattered.

ignoring the risk of discovery, sasuke pressed on, his lips trailing kisses along the sensitive inner flesh of your thighs. he savoured the taste of your skin, the sweet scent of your arousal filling his senses and driving him wild with lust.

his hands roamed higher, fingers teasing the edges of your panties before slipping beneath to stroke the damp heat of your core. your gasp echoed through the quiet library. he knew you wouldn't be wet— who would be when studying fucking geopolitics?

sasuke kept kissing your inner thigh, occasionally biting into the soft flesh, all the while letting his fingers slide up and down your slit, pressing against your entrance, only to collect the arousal and smear it all over inside. that loosened you up.

"shit..." you whispered.

sasuke smirked to himself and slowly took your panties off, pocketing them. he pushed a finger inside, revelling in the slick heat that greeted him. your body arched off the table, a desperate moan escaping your lips as he began to pump his fingers in and out.

crouched under the table, hidden from students passing by, sasuke eventually pulled the chair to him, with you on it, making you clutch the table in support. he dove straight into your cunt, licking at the arousal he'd successfully smeared between your lips down there. his lips and tongue worked in tandem to taste you, eat you out. sasuke picked up your shaky thigh and put it on his shoulder, burying his face into your pussy. his mouth attacked your clit with vigour, sucking and nibbling the sensitive bud while his tongue plunged deep into your hole, fucking your with relentless strokes. your hips bucked a little, grinding yourself against sasuke's face as he brought you to the edge.

"fuck" you breathed out, half-moaning, as you came and gushed down his chin.

sasuke drank in every drop of your release, his tongue laving your pulsating sex as he coaxed out each last tremor of your orgasm. when you finally stilled, he lifted his head, his mouth glistening with your essence, and gazed up at you with dark, satisfied eyes.

slowly, deliberately, he licked his lips clean, savouring the taste of your forbidden tryst. a smug smile curved his mouth as he watched you struggle to regain your composure, your face a blushing mess, your glasses slightly foggy.

you looked down at him, knelt under the table, looking up from between your legs. "fuck you" you softly groaned at his audacity to eat you out in the library knowing anyone could've walked in on you.

smirking, he rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he straightened his clothes. he sat back down in his chair, shifting it closer to you. he took out your crumpled panties from his pocket, a small 'vs' embroidered on the label. he toyed with it, looking at you.

two can play a game. sneering at him, you let your hand slide down to his crotch. it took him less than a second to twitch and grow hard. with a subtle lean into you touch, he allowed you to explore the hard length straining against his zipper, your delicate fingers tracing the contours of his erection through the fabric. you unzipped his trousers and slid your hand inside his boxers, stroking him and slowly pulling his cock out.

sasuke maintained his poker face, but a faint hiss escaped his mouth as your hand wrapped around his throbbing member. he fought the urge to thrust into your grip, to demand more, but maintained a semblance of control, allowing you to set the pace. through hooded eyes, he watched you, drinking in the sight of your fingers encircling his girth, the way your nails lightly scraped his sensitive skin. you stroked his length, twisting your palm, your thumb pressing on the slit on his head just enough.

a bead of precum formed at the apex, and without thinking, sasuke rocked his hips, seeking more of your touch. the movement caused his cock to slide through your palm, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake.

thus... you gave uchiha sasuke a sneaky handjob under the table, in the university library, as casually went over your notes with a much better focus. desperate to prolong the inevitable, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your wrist in a silent plea for your to slow down. but even as the words formed in his mind, he knew it was futile.

you smirked, not even looking at him as you sped up, adding just enough pressure that sent him to heaven.

just as the first waves of ecstasy began to crest, sasuke's hand shot out, gripping your wrist in a vice-like hold. with a low, guttural moan, he spilled himself into your palm, his hot seed erupting in powerful jets as he rode out the quick orgasm.

and you, depraved as fuck, licked the cum your palm like it was ice cream. he watched, transfixed, as your pink tongue swirled around your fingers, savouring the taste of his release.

he zipped himself back up, wiping the spots of cum that had stained his expensive trousers. library closing hours were looming anyway.

purposely, right in front of your eyes, he put your lacy black panties on whatever page he was reading, and shut the book, the vs label peeking through. he shoved it in his bag, and sauntered out of the library, leaving you there, bare and wet.

that's how the weekend before the exam went. he'd stalk you to the library, and when it got emptier, pulled you into a corner book shelf, deserted, tucked into the blind spots of the cameras and kissed you, making out with you, his hands groping your breasts and yours palming his dick.

the week of the exam, since your timetables are set differently, you don't see each other.

that didn't stop him from jerking off with his cock wrapped in your panties, soiling them with his cum over and over till he had to wash them, glaring at his househelp when she said she didn't recognise them.

the day the exam ended, his eyes involuntarily searched for you. he did spot you, standing by a pillar, a few of your classmates discussing the last paper with each other. with a calculated stride, he approached your small group, his eyes never leaving you. seeing sasuke's brooding, tall frame behind your, the. other first years, scattered away, scared.

you rolled your eyes and looked up at him. "show off"

sasuke's expression remained impassive, but a glimmer of amusement danced in his eyes as he caught your smug look. he leaned in, his voice low and smooth as silk, "I don't 'show off', I simply am."

you chuckled and curtsied a little. "your highness"

a flicker of a smirk ghosted across sasuke's face, his dark eyes narrowing with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. your playful curtsy, paired with that teasing tone, was like a jester's act daring a king to laugh. ever so slightly, he inclined his head, acknowledging the joke with the faintest of nods. no words, of course—just typical sasuke.

you chuckled again, this time softer, and those dimples appeared, sinking into your cheeks like tiny craters carved by mischief. it was such a stark contrast to him—where sasuke's amusement barely rippled across his features, yours was a tidal wave, cheeks rising, a faint blush dusting them, dimples deepening with every moment of your laughter.

before he could stop himself, his hand moved, almost on instinct. his fingers brushed lightly against the gentle indentations, lingering for just a second too long.

jesus, he thought, those cheeks. that pink. those damn dimples—how annoying, how... ridiculously cute.

before the christmas break, the university organized its annual christmas market, complete with twinkling lights, stalls brimming with festive treats, and the warm buzz of holiday cheer. on the evening of the lantern festival, most of konoha had gathered under the canopy of glowing lanterns, their breath visible in the crisp winter air. sasuke, after relentless nagging from naruto and a resigned grunt from shikamaru, found himself reluctantly wandering through the market alongside them.

but then he saw you.

standing near one of the stalls with ino and sakura, cheeks and nose pink from the cold, you were a vision of cozy holiday charm. the cherry-red turtleneck dress hugged you warmly, paired with dark brown stockings and knee-high snow boots that crunched softly on the frost-covered ground. a thick black snood covered your head, framing your face as strands of your wavy brown hair spilled out like a cascade of chestnuts. you held a steaming cup of eggnog, its scent wafting into the air as your gloved hands cradled it.

sasuke froze for a second, his breath catching in his throat. the soft glow of the lanterns reflected in your eyes, and the easy laughter you shared with the girls carried over to him, warm and infectious. why does she have to look like she stepped straight out of some damn christmas card? he thought, his stoic facade cracking ever so slightly. naruto was still yammering about something, but sasuke’s focus had zeroed in completely on you.

“well, someone’s suddenly paying attention,” shikamaru muttered under his breath, smirking as he caught the flicker of interest on sasuke’s face.

“shut up,” sasuke replied, his tone sharp but lacking its usual bite. but deep down, he was already plotting the most nonchalant way to approach you without naruto ruining it with his loud mouth.

ino groaned dramatically, pouting as she stared at her reflection in the phone’s front camera. "wahhh, i forgot to do my eyeliner! i feel so ugly now," she whined, her tone verging on comically tragic.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as you pulled an eyeliner from your purse. "sit," you commanded, pointing to a nearby bench. ino obeyed, her complaints muffled as she perched on the edge. with practiced, ambidextrous ease, you tilted her chin up, holding her face steady as your hand worked its magic, giving her the sharpest, most foxy wing her slender eyes could handle.

“there,” you said, capping the eyeliner with a little flourish. “now you’re perfect. stop whining.”

ino squealed in delight, pulling out her phone again to admire your handiwork. “kyannnn, you’re a lifesaver!” she gushed, batting her freshly lined eyes at you.

you felt sasuke’s gaze on you before you even glanced his way. his sharp eyes were fixed on you, catching the detail of your own eyeliner. it wasn’t anything dramatic—just a small, delicate wing that lifted subtly at the corners, making your almond-shaped eyes look softer, almost kitten-like. simple, yet impossibly effective. his gaze lingered a second too long, and for reasons unknown, he quickly averted his eyes.

kiba swaggered over, grinning. “hey, if you’re handing out eyeliner like free samples, make me look emo.”

"emo?" you repeated, quirking a brow at him. “are you serious?”

“dead serious,” kiba replied, flopping onto the bench before you could refuse.

who were you to refuse.

you leaned in, and as your fingers brushed against kiba’s face, steady and sure, you could feel sasuke’s eyes on you again. he wasn’t even trying to hide it this time. his dark eyes followed the motion of your hands as you applied the liner with precision, your movements careful and deliberate. the soft focus of your gaze, the way your bottom lip tucked slightly between your teeth as you concentrated—it was all strangely hypnotic to him.

when you were finished, you capped the liner and stepped back, smirking as kiba admired himself in the phone camera. “perfect,” kiba said, clearly impressed. though his heavy, smudged black liner made him look more like a girl crying over a guy than anything remotely emo, he still seemed delighted.

sasuke didn’t care about kiba. he was still staring at you, his thoughts elsewhere. there was something strangely captivating about the way your hands moved—so confident, so intentional. he wondered, briefly, what it would feel like if those same fingers traced his face, his jaw, his cheekbones. the thought annoyed him, and he clenched his jaw as if trying to shake it off.

you didn’t notice, busy laughing at kiba’s antics, but sasuke stood there, arms crossed, pretending to be annoyed by the whole scene while desperately trying to ignore the odd flutter in his chest.

the idea of secret santa was met with varying degrees of enthusiasm among the group, ranging from ino’s excited clapping to sasuke’s barely concealed annoyance. still, he couldn’t weasel his way out of it without raising eyebrows, so he reluctantly reached into the bowl of folded slips and pulled one out.

he unfolded the paper with all the enthusiasm of someone checking a parking ticket. shikamaru.

he stared at the name for a solid five seconds.

what do you even get for someone whose life goal is to nap?

he couldn’t help but wonder whom you’d get. whoever it was, they’d probably end up with some ridiculously thoughtful gift, something so perfectly tailored to them that they’d feel both touched and mildly inadequate in comparison. he pondered, not for the first time, what you’d even get for someone like him if you ever had to. the thought was oddly unsettling.

meanwhile, sasuke was stuck wondering if "a pack of nicotine gum and eternal disdain" counted as a thoughtful present.

there was a show planned. the bridge stretched out ahead, its wooden beams creaking under the weight of the crowd gathered to watch the lanterns and fireworks, but sasuke was focused on you. you leaned against the bannister, your gaze fixed on the water below. the reflection of the lanterns danced like fireflies on the surface, creating an almost surreal glow around you. he stood next to you, a few inches of space separating you, yet somehow that gap felt vast.

when the fireworks began, the entire crowd erupted into cheers, phones raised high, snapping pictures of the exploding colors in the sky. the air buzzed with excitement, laughter, and the occasional “wow” as people admired the show. but you, you didn't look up. you stayed rooted to the bannister, your eyes fixed on the water below, the surface reflecting the first few bursts of light like shimmering diamonds.

sasuke grazed his knuckles against you arm.

"same as last time? my place" he offered.

after all the chaos of the night, in the final hour, sasuke led you to his room. the two of you settled on the deck chairs of his balcony, the crisp night air wrapping around you as you passed the joint between you, the city lights flickering in the distance.

"doing anything for the break?" you asked casually.

"might visit my clan's ancestral home," he replied, his voice steady, though there was a flicker of uncertainty. "but I’m not sure yet." he eyed you for a moment. "why do you ask?"

"just wondering... I’ll be on campus all break," you said with a shrug. sasuke raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to it.

"alone, then?" he asked, his tone casual but with a hint of curiosity.

"visa isn’t ready yet," you explained, offering a small smile.

you shared the joint until it died. sasuke wanted to keep the moment going, so he got up and poured vodka in two glasses. he slid one toward you, ice cubes clinking softly in the quiet room. his glass waited near his lips.

you grabbed the glass and downed it in one smooth gulp.

he followed suit, tossing back his own drink, savoring the sharp burn as it slid down his throat.

sasuke's gaze drifted to your lips, parted and glistening with the remnants of the vodka, and he found himself leaning in, slowly kneeling in front of you. deliberately, sasuke reached down and grasped the hem of your dress. tenderly, you let him take it off, the cold night air making you shudder.

sasuke's breath hitched, seeing the alluring expanse of your creamy skin. his gaze raked over her form, drinking in the sight of your lace-clad breasts spilling out of your bra, the plump curves of your hips, and the tantalising glimpse of your meaty thighs beneath the stockings.

sasuke dropped to his knees before your, his hands sliding up your stockinged legs to rest on the smooth expanse of your inner thighs. he leaned in, his hot breath fanning across your cold-to-the-touch skin as he whispered huskily, "so beautiful..."

he sat back in his deck chair, patting his thigh for you to get on. slightly wobbly, from the weed and the vodka, you got up from your chair and crawled on top of him, settling on his lap, your breasts, still in your lacy bra, right in front of his face. his hands immediately came up to cup the delicate mounds, thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks through the lace of your bra.

his fingers deftly unclasped it, freeing your breasts to his hungry gaze. he palmed the warm flesh, marvelling at their softness, his thumbs circling the rosy nipples until they pebbled under his touch. leaning in, he captured one straining bud between his lips, suckling gently as his free hand slid down to grasp the curve of your ass, pulling you more firmly against him.

your draped your arms around his neck, your hips grinding on his crotch on their own, the friction of your now damp panties rubbing deliciously against the hardening bulge in his pants. he tugged them off, leaving the stockings on; gave you a racy look.

his mouth moved to lavish attention on your other breast, tongue swirling around the puckered nipple as he teased and tormented your sensitive flesh. one hand continued to knead your plush rear, fingers digging into the supple muscle as he ground up against you, seeking relief from the throbbing ache in his groin. his other arm snaked around your waist, holding you flush against him as he nipped and sucked at your breasts.

he looked up at you once, and you leaned in to kiss him. he kissed you back with urgency, wanting to do everything all at once.

without breaking the kiss, sasuke's breath came in ragged gasps. with a low growl, he reached for the fastenings of his pants, releasing the strain building within him as he freed his erect cock. you made out sloppily and sasuke tried to align his cock at your entrance.

"nmmm" you broke the kiss. "condom..." you panted.

he let out an impatient grunt, irritated, and shifted you back on the chair. he went inside, his hard cock hanging out of his boxers and dug out few condoms, tossing them on the empty deck chair. he pulled you into his lap once more, ripping open the wrapper and sliding the rubber onto him.

once protected, sasuke grasped your hips and positioned you above him once more, guiding you to sink down onto his waiting cock. a guttural moan escaped him as your eerily tight, wet heat enveloped him, the sensation almost too intense to bear. he thrust upward, driving deep into your welcoming body as he wrapped his arms around you, crushing your breasts against his chest. he didn't pay much attention to your hiss and whine as you took a moment to adjust to his size.

he began to move beneath you, his hips snapping up to meet your downward grind. the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air.

hands on his chest, you bounced on his cock, throwing your head forward, your foreheads touching, as soft moans spilled out of you.

his hands tightened on your hips as you rode him with increasing fervour, your bounces forcing him deeper into your scorching depths. the heady scent of sex and sweat surrounded them, along with the smell of weed.

"more," he growled against your lips, capturing them in a bruising kiss as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. "take it all."

you slowly paused, as his cock slipped out. you held it and put it back in you and this time, sank down completely, taking literally all of his six and half inches, your pussy stretching around his girth.

the sensation of being fully immersed in your warmth, feeling your stretch to accommodate his size, was almost unbearable. a low, animalistic grunt escaped him, his grip on your hips bordering on painful as he fought the urge to thrust wildly. "fuck," he breathed, his forehead pressed against yours as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. "so tight... you were made for me."

his thick and long dick fit so well in you. and your lewd moans were just downright pornographic.

"such a filthy little slut," he purred, his voice low and menacing. "love how loud you make yourself for me."

sasuke loved the scene. your mouth agape, eyes closed in ecstasy, breasts jiggling as you bounced on his cock, soft, sensual moans spilling out of you.

the sight of you, so thoroughly debauched and devoted to his pleasure, sent a surge of dark satisfaction coursing through him.

"look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "wanna see those pretty eyes while i fuck you senseless."

as if mesmerised, you opened her eyes, locking gazes with sasuke as he pistonned into you with ruthless intensity. your expression was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, and the knowledge that he'd reduced you to such a state only fuelled his own escalating passion.

he drank in the sight of your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, the telltale signs of impending orgasm. he could feel your inner walls starting to flutter around his cock, signalling your impending climax. with a possessive snarl, he gripped your hips harder, angling you to hit that sweet spot inside with each savage thrust.

"come for me," he demanded, his voice a low, urgent growl. "now. milk my cock with that greedy cunt. fuck..."

and come you did, so... fucking... well.

with a hoarse cry, he surged upwards one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock erupted in the condom.

"fuuuck!" he roared, his vision blurring at the edges as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him. he held you in place, refusing to relinquish you as he emptied himself deep within your spasming channel. finally spent, sasuke collapsed back against the chair, pulling you down to straddle him as you both caught your breath. he stroked your sweat-dampened hair, a rare hint of tenderness in his touch.

"don't move yet." his hands roamed lazily over your back, tracing the dip of your waist and the flare of your hips. he kept his half-hard dick lodged in, wanting to savour that feeling.

high on the weed, on the vodka, and on his orgasm, he blurted out, "come with me... to the estate"

"huh?"

"uchiha manor."

you blinked. what?

fuck, sasuke knew that inviting you to his estate for christmas with him blurred the lines of the illicit, emotionless arrangement he wanted, but god knows he wanted you, your body near him.

"are you asking because you want a convenient sex toy with you? or... you really want me there?"

a part of him did want you there for the sex, the making out, the physical pleasure. but more so, he wanted you there because he knew you'd be alone on campus, with no family, and sasuke's family was intense. too intense. so having someone else might make them behave better.

"it's not just about the sex," he admitted gruffly, though the words felt inadequate. 

"i know what it's like to be alone during holidays, but also..." he trailed off. what the fuck am i saying? "just come"

"you sure your family won't... eviscerate me for being there?"

sasuke pulled out of you, discarding the condom on the balcony floor. he scoffed. "who do you think we are?"

"literal royalty?"

he rolled his eyes. "still people, y/n."

"there's still time till christmas break."

he sighed, looking up at the night sky. "i did enough inviting you. your choice if you want to come or not."

for a moment, you thought of refusing, not wanting to impose and even more to not make things awkward. you weren't that close to him.

but another part of you hated the thought of being alone all christmas.

"fine. i'll come."

sasuke texted you the details, but avoided talking to you about it face to face. you expected him to rescind the invitation, but as the days went by, he didn't.

the day prior to that trip, everyone gathered to share the secret santa gifts at naruto's house.

his house... had a personality.

his parents welcomed everyone, his father already ahead of the booze provision, his mother excitedly wishing everyone, remembering little details, making them feel loved.

"ahhh, sakura-chan! you cut your hair short again!" said kushina, gently holding the tips of sakura's soft pink hair.

"sorry, y/n-san, i didn't get to know you well, but please keep visiting! i heard from minato that your debate went well" she chirped, eagerly holding your hands.

and who were you to pull away. you responded with equal warmth.

kushina stopped before sasuke, looking up at the stoic boy (who blushed a little anyway), and smirked. "merry christmas, dear."

she knew about naruto and sasuke's "rivalry" all too well. but she also knew that her son would never have a better friend than the quiet, brooding boy she'd met when they were kids.

in his lavish salon, everyone sat on different couches, wine in hand, christmas cookies on the table, ready to exchange gifts.

naruto, being the host, went first.

"alright!!" he eagerly handed tenten a gift bag covered in bright orange wrapping paper and what appeared to be way too much tape.

she pulled out what looked like a weapon registered as evidence for a gruesome murder. but...

"oh OH OH OH MY GOD IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?" she chirped.

naruto beamed. "hehe. they had a michael myers knife replica at comic con this year. didn't know what to do with it, but you're the better person to use it."

everyone had to share an eye contact to learn that tenten actually preferred the prop.

next up, it was naruto's turn since he was the first giver. you stood up and handed him a nearly gift-wrapped box.

sasuke's eye twitched. so that's who you got.

naruto tore it open and looked inside. "ayo, that's a lot of..."

"maggi masala noodles. it's only fair you give non-japanese ramen a try."

he chuckled and nodded "aight aight, fair enough." he gave you a quick hug, looking down at you, "you'll cook it for me, right?"

you rolled your eyes. "sure"

ino got up, and grinned slyly, holding a neatly wrapped box in her perfectly manicured hands.

“for you, babe,” she said, handing you the gift.

you tore the wrapping neatly to reveal a dazzling tennis bracelet, the delicate diamonds catching the light in a way that made everyone’s eyes widen.

“what the fuck, ino...” you whispered, sliding it onto your wrist as everyone murmured compliments.

"it's from our new flower arrangement. we're pairing it with minimal jewellery this season."

just as she said, inside was also a beautiful flower corsage, encased in glass, the colours and choice of flowers matching the bracelet she gifted you.

sasuke’s eyes flicked to the bracelet for a moment too long, his expression unreadable. his jaw clenched, though, as he took a sip of his drink, silently grappling with the thought that he could’ve gotten you something ten times as extravagant—but didn’t.

“i thought you deserved something timeless,” ino said, winking.

“guess the rest of us are going to look cheap now,” kiba muttered, eliciting a round of laughter.

kiba handed ino a gift that was suspiciously lumpy and poorly wrapped. she opened it to reveal... a giant jar of protein powder labeled “bulking season: vanilla cream.”

“seriously, kiba?” ino deadpanned, holding the jar at arm’s length like it might explode.

“hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” kiba said, grinning. “plus, it’s good for your skin or whatever.”

“i don’t even—never mind,” ino said, setting it aside. “i’m pretending this didn’t happen.”

now that it was kiba's turn, sakura got up. an excited kiba woofed at the sight.

"watchya got for me, baby?"

sakura smiled, "a knuckle sandwich if you don't shut the fuck up."

she handed him a packet of... dog biscuits.

tenten and temari toppled over the couch, laughing their ass off.

kiba snorted a laugh, "well, akamaru would love you for that."

with a mischievous grin, tenten handed sakura a box wrapped in paper covered with cartoon syringes and band-aids.

“i know you'd love this,” tenten said, barely holding back her laughter.

sakura opened the box cautiously, her eyebrows furrowing as she peeled back the layers of tissue paper. her hands froze mid-air when she uncovered the contents: an anatomical model of a male pelvis, with balls and a penis, complete with labeled parts and a detachable bladder.

the room erupted in laughter, with naruto practically falling off his chair. "tenten, what the fuck?! where do you even find something like that?"

tenten leaned back in her chair, smirking. “sakura's always saying she wants to know everything about the human body. thought i’d help her out. consider it... a learning tool.”

sakura turned bright red, clutching the penis model like she was about to throw it at tenten. "this is a joke, right?"

"hey, don't be mad. it's educational! you’re a medic. i’m just investing in your future,” tenten teased, barely able to keep a straight face.

shikamaru mumbled lazily, "maybe it's time to settle down, sakura. your sex life is sorted now." (that earned him a whack to the head dw)

since tenten had already received hers, hinata hesitantly stood and handed temari her gift. the wrapping was impeccable—neat creases, a gold bow, and a sprig of holly attached for flair.

temari raised an eyebrow but smiled as she tore into it, revealing... a cactus succulent.

“a cactus?” temari asked, her tone caught between amusement and confusion.

hinata blushed furiously. “w-well, i thought... since you’re from the sand village... and it’s durable... like you...”

temari sighed and smiled, pulling the blushing mess of a girl into a hug, "thank you sweetie."

she then handed her the gift she'd got for her. fitting as it was to temari's origins, hinata unwrapped to find a beautiful sand globe, with sparkling sand glass, and gemstones.

kiba gawked, "why are you ladies so... thoughtful. why couldn't you gift me something nice sakura?"

"the knuckle sandwich is still on the table."

the last pair to exchange gifts were the stoic men of the group.

shikamaru unwrapped the sleek, black box that sasuke handed him, his expression as bored as ever. when he popped the lid open, his eyebrows rose ever so slightly. inside was an absurdly luxurious uchiha-branded cigar, cradled in velvet like it was the crown jewel of the fire nation.

"fuck damn." shikamaru whistled.

“keep looking,” sasuke said, his face blank, but his tone suggested danger.

underneath the cigar was a folded piece of paper. shikamaru unfolded it, squinting at what turned out to be a brochure for none other than smokers anonymous. the tagline at the top read: 'it’s never too late to quit.'

naruto burst into a fit of cackles, like a goose honking.

ino was doubled over with laughter. “sasuke, you passive-aggressive genius. i’m taking notes!”

even shikamaru couldn’t suppress a tiny smirk. “troublesome... but fine. thanks for the guilt trip, uchiha. and the stupidly expensive cigar, i guess.”

sasuke just leaned back in his chair, looking maddeningly smug.

finally, it was shikamaru’s turn. he handed sasuke a small, flat envelope. sasuke opened it to find… a $10 gift card to the nearest coffee shop.

sasuke raised an eyebrow. “you didn’t even try, did you?”

“nope. merry christmas,” shikamaru replied, unapologetic.

the night ended with everyone laughing over the absurdity of some of the gifts, though you kept glancing at the tennis bracelet on your wrist, running your fingers over it absentmindedly. sasuke noticed but said nothing. but the faintest smile ghosted his lips as he basked in the seasonal joy his friends had brought into his life, no matter how hard he thought he was to befriend.

[st-kitten]

brat party pt.2

pt.3

synopsis: if sasuke thought that was the last he'd see of you, he was dead wrong. he couldn't figure you out. nor could he stay away from you.

warnings: weed, and my voice tbh ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

the college library had become your sanctuary. for the immaculate collection of reference books, for the ample desk space you used to scatter your laptop, ipad, books, water bottle, and more papers. you frequented the library.

sasuke, to his own surprise, had to borrow a few books on game theory, given his background in finance. he moved with a silent intensity, his very presence commanding respect from the other library-goers. people just knew not to get in his way.

you spotted him from a distance and you swore you'd seen him somewhere. there's no way you'd forget a face as charismatic as his. all you remembered was that you were in the bathroom with someone's dick in your mouth.

sasuke closed the book, tucking it beneath his arm as he was about to head to the librarian's desk.

taking a deep breath, you approached him and asked him, "forgive me if i'm wrong, and shoot me in the head if i definitely am but... did i... by chance..." you squinted your eyes and sighed "suck you off in the bathroom at the frat party?"

sasuke's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your blunt question, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed her words. for a moment, he simply stared at your, his silence speaking volumes about his thoughts. then, without warning, a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. it was a dark, wicked laugh, full of unspoken implications.

"oh, you definitely sucked me off," he confirmed, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

you slumped against the book shelf. you hoped to god you hadn't embarrassed yourself. "was it... at least... satisfactory?"

he took a step closer, invading your personal space until you were nearly touching. "satisfactory?" he repeated, his tone low and husky. he smirked, and leaned forward a little "let's say... i wouldn't be forgetting it so easily."

he reached out, tracing a finger along your jawline, his touch electrifying despite its gentleness. "but don't think this means anything beyond that, understand?"

you nodded. "yeah... i know..."

sasuke's finger slid down your neck, coming to rest on your collarbone. he applied gentle pressure, guiding you to lean into his touch, his thumb brushing against your pulse point.

"good," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. 

"because i don't do attachments, y/n. i don't get involved. and i certainly don't fall for anyone." his words were a stark reminder of the cold, hard truth of his existence. but even as he spoke them, sasuke couldn't help but notice the way your skin tingled under his touch, the subtle flush that spread across your cheeks.

"it was just a hookup, nothing more," he continued, his voice firm. "don't read too much into it."

"that was it though right? i just gave you a blowjob? no sex right?" i asked for confirmation.

a flicker of something—amusement, perhaps, or a hint of dark satisfaction—crossed sasuke's features at your inquiry. he leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing your ear as he replied in a low, conspiratorial tone.

"no sex, but not for lack of trying on my part," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "you were too drunk and stoned to consent properly. wouldn't have wanted to take advantage of you in that state."

"fair enough. cool... see you around, sasuke," your offered him a small smile, thankfully remembering his name from that hard-to-hear-over-the-music round of introductions at the party.

sasuke nodded curtly in response, his gaze lingering on you for a brief moment before he turned to leave.

as the days passed, sasuke couldn't help but notice you around campus. you didn't actively seek him out, nor did you avoid him—just a steady, neutral presence that he couldn't quite place. it was the perfect purgatory for what had happened, neither resolved nor completely dismissed.

he saw you with sakura, ino, tenten, temari, and hinata from time to time, but always observed from a distance how you seemed to prefer solitude, especially during lunch. while others gathered in groups, you were often tucked away under a tree or sitting alone in the cafeteria, lost in a book or deep in thought.

one night, sasuke and you walked into each other at the local convenience store outside campus. both of you had missed the canteen dinner; you because you'd been studying all night at the library and lost track of time, and him because he'd just returned from a late night workout at the gym he went to.

he grabbed a pack of onigiri and some instant miso soup, while you opted for steamed and grilled chicken with rice and a side of kimchi. the convenience store’s window-facing table had stools lined up neatly on one side, offering a view of the dimly lit street outside.

you both sat there, side by side, the quiet sound of chewing and the occasional clink of chopsticks against plastic containers filling the space between you.

sasuke stole a few glances your way, his eyes catching on the loose curls framing your face and the smudge of red pepper on your lower lip. he resisted the urge to comment, instead focusing back on his onigiri, though his thoughts lingered on the fleeting details he couldn’t seem to ignore; how your lips had swollen due to the spice, turning hot pink.

on the way back to campus, just before you both parted ways, him heading back to his house outside campus, you to your dorm, sasuke abruptly pulled you under an archway. in the quiet dark, with no one around, the risk felt minimal. pressing you against the cold brick wall, his hands settled firmly on your waist. he didn’t even bother justifying it to himself—he didn’t need to. a fleeting, meaningless makeout, he reasoned, was harmless.

his lips crashed against yours, hard and demanding, seeking to claim every inch of your mouth. fuck, he could taste the hot, spicy pepper on your lips. sasuke's tongue delved deep, exploring the warmth of your mouth with a hunger that bordered on desperation. he swallowed your gasps, drinking in the sound of your breath mingling with his own. his hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of your hips, the dip of your waist, the swell of your breasts.

he'd done this so many times, used so many girls on campus. this was just like that. right?

just physical. nothing else. he told himself as he made out with you ferociously, his hands slipping beneath your shirt to caress the warm skin of your abdomen.

the sound of the patrol guards snapped you out of your trance. sasuke pulled away slightly, licking at the strands of saliva that stretched as your mouths parted. he didn't say anything and turned around to exit the campus, leaving you heaving against the brick wall.

just like that, sasuke walked around campus like he hadn't shoved his tongue in your throat last night. he was a lone wolf, but occasionally hung out with naruto and shikamaru.

during the annual model un debate marathon, all the academically gifted students prepared rigorously under the guidance of their mentors and a few seniors. you got roped into it thanks to temari's insistence. as the first lady of the event, she claimed to have a 'gut feeling' about your knack for diplomacy. to prepare you, she assigned a task: interview the 'leaders' of various clubs and gather insights, for god knows what. probably just practice interviews to see if you could ask the right questions.

ipad in hand, you set off to complete the task. first on your list was sakura, who answered every question with the precision and authority of a seasoned leader. after her, you visited a few other club heads, jotting down their insights and anecdotes.

then, as you wandered further, you spotted naruto lounging about with sasuke and shikamaru. steeling yourself, you approached the blond man, ready for whatever unpredictable energy he would bring to the conversation.

sasuke listened intently as you interviewed naruto, his expression impassive. he noted the ease with which the blond spoke, the genuine enthusiasm that radiated from him—a stark contrast to his own reserved nature.

as the interview wrapped up, his gaze shifted toward you, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he observed you. composed and confident. absolutely unbothered.

when you glanced in his direction, your eyes met briefly, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. then, without a word, sasuke turned away, resuming his study of the surrounding area, his thoughts still wandering back to your furtive encounter under the archway.

naruto leaned in, his grin as wide as ever. "you preparing for the mock un thing?" he asked casually.

"yeah," you replied, keeping it short.

"hmm," naruto mused, inching closer, his face way too close for comfort. "you know... i've always wanted to see you in a heated argument," he added with a playful smirk.

sasuke, standing nearby, didn’t react outwardly, but the way his jaw tightened betrayed a flicker of irritation at naruto’s proximity to you.

you gave naruto a sly smile. "good to know i have fans," you quipped, leaning back slightly to regain your space.

shikamaru, who had been half-listening, snorted at your response, his shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

on the day of the debate, the hall buzzed with energy—spectators filled the seats, camera crews adjusted their angles, spokespeople hovered with clipboards, and faculty members mingled near the stage. naruto, as the principal’s son, occupied a seat in the exclusive VIP booth. alongside him sat sasuke, there by virtue of his position as the son of the guest of honour...the revered royal: uchiha fugaku, who exuded an air of stern authority, while itachi, sasuke’s older brother, carried his usual composed demeanour. sasuke, however, felt the familiar weight of his father’s gaze, a subtle pressure that always tightened his chest. he hated whenever fugaku was around, the man’s very presence a reminder of expectations sasuke wasn’t sure he wanted to fulfil.

you stood with temari and her brother gaara, the primary leaders of konoha's debate team. temari, always poised and confident, held the title of first lady, and you were second chair. your presence was calm, but commanding, as you stood tall in your outfit. you wore a gorgeous white satin shirt, the fabric hanging loosely over your frame, the black lacy camisole underneath peeking out just enough to catch sasuke's black hawk-eye vision. the subtle detail didn’t escape his attention. you paired it with black flared trousers, adding an air of elegance, and finished the look with classic black louboutins, the heels clicking softly with every movement. the combination of elegance and understated power gave you an aura of tranquility, making you seem unbothered by the chaos around you.

as the debate progressed, sasuke found himself increasingly engaged, his strategic mind whirring as he considered various scenarios and counterarguments. he watched the speakers carefully, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he analyzed each point, mentally calculating how he would dismantle their arguments if he were in their position. despite the outward calm, there was a fire inside him, a desire to outmaneuver and outthink everyone around him.

"and what about the two other countries claiming ownership over that island? you do realize that removing the political warfare won’t just make them agree it should be its own state, right?" the opposing member made his point.

temari wrote it down, and you took over, stepping up to speak. in the entire hall, when everyone was rushing to make their points harshly, to intimidate, you were the only one who spoke calmly, almost gently.

"indeed, it’s like the olympics of territorial disputes, isn’t it?"

you continued, voice steady, with just the right amount of lightness.

"we’ll set up diplomatic obstacle courses – navigating through bureaucratic red tape, hurdling over historical grievances, and of course, the ultimate challenge: finding common ground in international law. and to keep things interesting, we’ll have a diplomatic decathlon with events like synchronized treaty drafting and synchronized eye-rolling at stalemate situations."

you paused, letting the laughter ripple through the room.

"maybe, in the end, amidst the friendly competition, they’ll realize that cooperation isn’t just a buzzword – it’s the ultimate medal-worthy move in the game of global politics. and, hey... think of the tourism revenue."

the room filled with laughter. the opposing team was slowly losing their patience.

the debate raged on, tempers flaring, but you tried to stay calm. in the end, the debate tipped in konoha's favour. the opposing university lost face entirely when their speaker, assuming the mics were turned off, got impatient and insulted you, whispering to his teammate:

"please, big tits and a pretty face don't make a good diplomat"

people gasped, his team tried to get him to shut up. you shrugged. "maybe the d in diplomat stands for D cups," you murmured.

sasuke held back a choking cough.

at the end, your team took pictures with the principal and the guest of honour.

as fugaku shook hands with you, patting your shoulder and offering his congratulations, sasuke stood off to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly.

seeing his father interact with you, so effortlessly cordial, did something to sasuke. a mix of frustration, irritation, and... something else. he couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but the sight of his father, the legendary uchiha royalty, showing such warmth to you, when he rarely offered it to sasuke, was enough to gnaw at him.

sasuke didn’t like feeling this way. but he couldn’t tear his gaze away as fugaku moved on to the next person, still smiling, still the perfect picture of political diplomacy. meanwhile, sasuke just stood there, feeling... something he wasn’t ready to admit.

naruto and his dad, minato, the principal, also congratulated you. naruto casually slung his arm around your shoulder, talking to his dad about you with that easy smile of his. sasuke watched from the corner of his eye, his jaw tightening slightly as he tried to maintain his composure.

sasuke stood there, forcing his focus elsewhere, but the sight of you and naruto laughing, of minato joining in, lingered in his mind, eating away at him more than he wanted to admit.

afterwards, as people started to disperse, naruto invited you to have lunch with his dad, minato, and sasuke’s dad and brother. by extension, that meant you’d be having lunch with sasuke as well.

the idea didn’t sit well with sasuke. he wasn’t keen on having lunch with his father in public.

minato and fugaku treated everyone to a nice restaurant, and you found yourselves in a private booth. you sat by the window, enjoying the view. naruto, ever the energetic one, leapt into the seat beside you, practically throwing himself onto the cushions. sasuke, however, was stuck sitting across from you, next to his brother itachi. the whole arrangement made him uneasy, his discomfort only growing as he sat beside his family, with you just across the table.

sasuke's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding together as naruto continued to rest a casual hand on your thigh beneath the table. the sensation of his fingers creeping ever closer to your inner thigh didn't go unnoticed.

naruto, unaware of the storm he was causing, casually commented, "i think you might have a candidate for your diplomat panel, mr fugaku," glancing over at the elder uchiha, who hummed in approval.

"an internship is always a possibility," fugaku responded, his voice smooth and detached as if everything were completely normal.

you, on the other hand, seemed lost in your own world, barely touching your food, the silence around you broken only by the quiet hum of polite conversation. sasuke's eyes flickered to your face, to your lack of appetite.

"i tried to get my youngest in, but seems that he has no knack for subtlety. itachi is the current leader on my panel. perhaps she can learn a thing or two," fugaku said, the slight jab at sasuke going unnoticed by most at the table but not by him. fugaku's words lingered in the air, his casual dismissal of sasuke barely scraping the surface of what seemed like an ongoing, deeper rift between father and son.

sasuke was used to his father's indifference, the weight of expectation always heavier than his ability to meet it. but there was a flicker—just the briefest flash—of sadness that passed over his face.

noticing the change in his demeanour, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern. beneath the table, your heel lightly tapped his leg, the small touch a quiet question in a sea of unspoken tension.

'you okay?' your eyes asked.

sasuke’s eyes briefly met yours, the usual guarded look softening just enough for you to catch the underlying frustration, but his expression remained unreadable as ever. he didn’t speak, but the small, almost imperceptible nod he gave you was enough to tell you that the question, for now, had been answered.

sasuke noticed the way you had barely touched your food, your discomfort apparent as the conversation danced around you. naruto’s flirtatious gestures and the discussion about your potential role with fugaku’s panel seemed to be weighing on you, and he could see it in the way your fork hovered over your plate, your mind far away from the meal before you.

without making a scene, sasuke quietly leaned in, his movements subtle and deliberate. he began taking small pieces of food from your plate, slipping them onto his own as though it was part of the natural rhythm of the meal. each bite he took, he made sure it looked like you were eating, his actions measured so as not to draw attention.

sasuke’s phone buzzed softly, and he glanced down. your message was simple, but it carried the weight of a memory only the two of you shared. he smirked ever so slightly, the corners of his lips twitching as he read your text.

unknown: you still got that suspicious weed from the party?

he knew exactly what that meant — that one joint, the one you had shared when everything felt different, when he had indulged, and especially after you'd sucked him off in the bathroom at the frat house. how could he forget that.

sasuke typed a deliberate response, just to be sure, and your phone buzzed.

sasuke: who dis

cocky bastard. you smiled to yourself before typing.

unknown: testicle left

sasuke snorted an unexpected laugh and actually saved your number as such. so did you.

testicle right: anyway, yes, i still got it

testicle left: annnnnd, do i still have the privileges?

testicle right: maybe

[sorry, this is just too funny for me ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽]

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at 10 pm, you arrived at sasuke's house, and it immediately struck you how grand it was— a literal mansion. the kind of place you only saw in movies, with a towering façade and expansive grounds. you couldn't help but assume he lived with his family, servants, and all the other luxuries that came with this kind of wealth. still, you hadn't expected just how lavish it would feel up close.

as sasuke had instructed, you entered through the back door, which was conveniently left open for you. the moment you stepped inside, a black doberman pounced at you. you yelped softly, instinctively taking a step back as the dog barked aggressively, its dark eyes gleaming with energy.

just as the dog lunged, sasuke appeared from the darkness, moving with inhuman speed. in one fluid motion, he grabbed the dog's collar, halting its attack with a firm, commanding grip.

"spike, relax," he said calmly, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the quiet of the mansion.

the doberman whimpered, its earlier aggression fading into submission. its tail wagged slightly, and it looked up at sasuke with adoring eyes, as if it had been momentarily caught up in the excitement.

you looked at the dog, then at sasuke. "lovely bodyguard you have there."

"he's loyal, which is more than i can say for most people," sasuke remarked dryly, his eyes never leaving your face. there was a subtle bitterness in his tone, like a quiet echo of the isolation he'd built around himself.

without waiting for a response, he turned and led the way deeper into the mansion. the sound of his footsteps echoed off the marble floors, creating an almost eerie silence in the vastness of the house. you wondered how many rooms there'd be.

"do you have a dungeon?"

sasuke threw a glance at you from the corner of his eye, the tiniest of smirks etched on his face.

he quietly led you up to his bedroom. the space mirrored his personality—dark and minimalistic. grey walls, a few electric guitars hanging on one side, their sleek bodies almost blending into the shadows. a bookshelf lined one wall, filled with editions you could only assume ran through his family, the kind of books that carried a weight of legacy.

his bed was a king-sized affair, draped with oxford blue silk sheets that caught the dim light, a soft and thick comforter neatly folded at the foot, and black pillows arranged with meticulous care. everything about the room exuded a sense of controlled luxury, but there was also a coldness, a detachment that seemed to seep into every corner.

the room had a balcony that overlooked the night sky, the stars barely visible through the slight haze of city lights, casting a dim glow over everything. it was the kind of space where everything felt distant—like it was meant to keep people at arm's length.

without a word, he strode over to the liquor cabinet, retrieving two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. his movements were measured, effortless—like a ritual. he poured a generous amount into each glass, the amber liquid catching the low light in a way that felt almost intentional.

you took the glass gently, the weight of it grounding you. you both stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin, contrasting with the warmth of the whiskey in your hand. clinking your glasses together in a silent toast, you took a sip, immediately feeling the burn of the alcohol hit your throat.

"jesus..." you coughed softly, surprised by its potency.

"it's strong, isn't it?" he observed, taking a sip himself.

leaning against the railing, sasuke’s gaze turned to the star-filled sky, his mind adrift in a sea of thoughts. he couldn’t help but wonder about the complexity of his attraction with you. you were a temptation—one that both unsettled and intrigued him.

"does... your dad always do that?"

for a moment, sasuke was silent, his gaze distant as if lost in the shadows of memories long past.

"my father's opinions don't matter," he finally muttered, his voice coated with disdain. he took another swig of whiskey, the sharp burn cutting through him in a way that felt almost cathartic.

you studied his face intently, watching the way his features tightened, the subtle signs of the pain he still carried.

"sorry he does that to you..." you said quietly, your voice soft, genuine.

"it's not your concern," sasuke muttered, his voice rough, like it was struggling to break free from the weight of everything he kept buried inside. the words were cold, but there was a slight crack in them.

your gaze fell to the guitars in the background. you recognised one of the guitars. holding back a gasp, you looked at sasuke and asked as humanly calmly as you could, "why do you have the akatsuki bassist's guitar on your wall?"

sasuke visibly tensed, his body stiffening as though you’d struck a nerve. for a split second, the room seemed to hold its breath. he hadn’t told anyone about it, not a single soul. not even the people closest to him knew. only his family did. akatsuki was a disbanded band from five years ago, a group of masked teenage musicians whose music had been too controversial, too ahead of its time. the band had collapsed under the weight of public backlash. sasuke had been their bassist.

he hadn’t expected you to recognise it.

sasuke's thumb absently traced the edge of his glass, his gaze drifting away from yours as he muttered, "it's either obsession or severe autism for you to recognise that shit." he sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly.

your jaw fell, morphing into a wide knowing grin. "oh... my god. are—were you... the bassist?"

sasuke almost groaned at your question, the embarrassment creeping up on him. he shifted uncomfortably before finally nodding.

you clamped your mouth shut, hiding the huge smile spreading across your face.

sasuke shot you a glare, leaning forward slightly, whiskey on his breath as he threatened you to keep it to yourself. "don't fucking say a word." he muttered, his voice low and intense.

you nodded, and shook your head at the same time.

"you still good?"

a wry smile tugged at the corners of sasuke's mouth at your question.

"good enough," sasuke replied, his tone nonchalant, but a hint of pride crept into his voice. he could see your doe eyes looking up at him expectantly.

sighing, he sauntered towards the guitars, plucking out a sleek black bass guitar with four thick strings, a small red cloud etched on the curve of the front. plugging it into the amplifier, he tuned it to perfection, strumming a few notes with a casual ease.

he sank onto the carpeted floor, resting against the bed that was bolted to the floor, the sound of the guitar filling the space between you two. you sat next to him, whiskey glasses by your feet, the tension from earlier fading into the background.

sasuke plucked a few bass notes, the sound of his old songs drifting into the air. each note was sharp, clean, and deliberate, as though the music had never really left him.

you could hear history in the strings, the quiet intensity of the sound filling the air, as sasuke's fingers moved fluidly over the bass, a ghost of the band that had once existed.

[im using . by girl in red for reasons that shall hopefully make sense (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) and idk if u can hear my voice over my guitar and the instrumental - bear in mind i don't have studio equipment nor a bass guitar, so it's just an electric]

halfway, you recognised the song. without thinking, you reclined back against his bed, your voice rising in accompaniment, a feminine contrast to the grating bass that sasuke had mastered.

sasuke's fingers faltered for a moment, the unexpected blend of your voice catching him off guard. his gaze flickered to you, but he didn’t say anything.

but he could hear the rest of the band echo through his memories, itachi's keyboard, obito's drums. he had been used to the raw, almost abrasive sound of hidan’s vocals, the chaos they brought to every performance. but with you, it felt… different. the rough edge had softened, replaced by a smoothness that made the song feel more personal, more intimate. a slight unease stirred within him. he hadn’t realised how much he’d missed this kind of harmony until now.

he hadn’t expected this—hadn’t even known you could sing, let alone with such haunting beauty. as the final notes faded away, a heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the steady hum of the amp. sasuke's chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.

"you've got... a voice," he muttered, the words rough, as if admitting it was a struggle. he took a sip of his neglected whiskey.

"sounds exactly as it was... man... that was a phase," you said, looking up at the ceiling.

sasuke smiled unbeknownst to him, "yeah? you a fan?"

you nodded. "i know all 36 songs by heart."

sasuke snorted a laugh. it felt so silly now, but back then, when he was a teenager, had he heard that somebody memorised the songs he wrote and performed with his brother, he'd have been on cloud nine.

"may i?" you asked, looking at his acoustic guitar, your voice soft but laced with a hint of curiosity, as if expecting to be refused.

for a moment, sasuke simply stared at you, his expression unreadable. then, to his own surprise, he nodded once, curtly.

"fine," he said, his voice a little gruff. he stood up, retrieving a slender acoustic guitar from its stand. with a swift motion, he handed it to you, your fingers touching briefly.

you hesitated for a second, the weight of the guitar settling in your hands.

"heh. i have the same one," you said, holding his black granada six-string guitar, your fingers tracing its familiar curves.

"you do?" he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity as he sat back down, sipping his whiskey, his dark eyes fixed on you.

you strummed gently, pausing to tune the guitar by ear, the way he had earlier. the chords you played were unfamiliar to him.

then, softly, you sang as you strummed—a short verse, simple yet poignant, a melody that seemed to resonate with the quiet ache of sasuke's life, a toast to his inner turmoil.

the gentle, soothing quality of your falsetto in the chorus washed over sasuke like a calming wave. his gaze softened, his sharp features losing their edge.

perhaps you were a little like him. broken, hurt, but trying.

"you write those yourself?" there was a note of awe in his question, a hint of reverence for the artistic talent he'd just witnessed.

you chuckled. "oh, no, that's taylor swift."

a small, surprised laugh escaped sasuke's lips at your casual admission. taylor swift? he wouldn't have pegged you as a fan of the pop star, especially given the solemn, introspective nature of the song you'd just sung.

"not my usual cup of tea, but..." sasuke trailed off, his gaze flickering between you and the guitar, as if reassessing something he thought he already knew about you.

you placed his guitar gently beside you, its neck resting against sasuke's bed. taking a sip of the whiskey, its warmth spread through your chest, grounding you.

as promised, sasuke lit the joint—the same unique blend you'd shared in the bathroom during your first day at the frat house party. after taking a slow drag, he handed it to you.

leaning back against the bed, arms crossed, sasuke's dark eyes followed your every movement as you took a hit.

you exhaled slowly, turning to him. "are you okay?" you asked, your voice calm but probing.

"i'm fine," he replied curtly, his tone brushing the question aside like an unwanted fly.

you scoffed lightly, taking another short drag before passing the joint back to him. "you're a bad liar," you said, your voice holding a faint challenge.

sasuke's eyes narrowed at your words, annoyance flashing briefly across his face. he accepted the joint, taking a long, deliberate pull before responding.

"you don't know anything about me," he muttered, his voice low and guarded, a clear warning not to press further.

you looked away, your gaze falling on the balcony and the glowing moon hanging in the distance. "right..." you murmured softly, a faint edge of resignation in your tone. it was a quiet reminder to yourself that no matter how much you pried, he was always going to keep you at arm’s length.

his dog, spike, entered through the dog door into the room, his paws padding softly on the carpet. without hesitation, the doberman approached sasuke, licking at his arm and neck, before turning his sharp gaze toward you. a low growl rumbled from his throat.

"easy, boy," sasuke murmured, placing a calming hand on spike's broad head. his voice was firm yet soothing, instantly easing the dog's tension.

you smiled at the intimidating dog, holding out your hand with quiet confidence. spike sniffed cautiously, his ears twitching as he seemed to assess you. sensing the calm energy you radiated, he let out a soft huff before pressing his snout into your palm.

settling near you, the dog stretched out, his eyes growing heavy as you continued to pet his head gently, your touch light and rhythmic.

sasuke's gaze drifted from your hand resting on spike's head to your face. the serene expression you wore, paired with the calming energy you seemed to exude, caught him off guard.

he watched, almost envious, as spike—a creature so fiercely loyal and protective—melted under your touch. a part of him wished he could possess that kind of purity, that unspoken ability to soothe and calm just by being present. perhaps that was why his turbulent personality gravitated so strongly toward your softer, steadier one.

the heady mix of the weed and whiskey coursing through his system dulled his inhibitions. before he could think twice, sasuke leaned in, his lips brushing your shoulder in a fleeting, absent-minded kiss. the tip of his cold nose nuzzled against your skin as he kept pressing soft kisses.

as sasuke pulled back, a faint flush of embarrassment crept up his cheeks, stark against his pale complexion. his mind raced, trying to process the impulsive gesture. his dark eyes met yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them—shame, confusion.

"forgive yourself, sasuke," you whispered, your voice tender yet firm.

sasuke's initial reaction was a suspecting frown, a glare he was used to deploying

"i... can't", he managed to whisper, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

you turned to sasuke, your movements deliberate and tender. your hands reached for his face, your fingers brushing against the sharp edges of his jawline, before sliding into the soft strands of his black hair. his breath hitched at the unexpected intimacy, his body tensing as though preparing to push you away.

without hesitation, you gently pulled him toward you, wrapping your arms around his rigid frame. his head rested against your shoulder. you held your breath, aware that there was a 50% chance he’d shove you away. but as seconds passed, his resistance faltered, and his body sagged slightly against yours.

he didn’t reciprocate the hug—his arms stayed limp at his sides—but he didn’t pull away either. his breathing grew uneven, and you felt the faint tremor in his shoulders.

you never pulled away from hugs first; god knows how much people might have needed one. so you stayed, as long as he let you.

minutes later, he pulled away, avoiding your gaze, downing his whiskey with one gulp.

"i'll lock the back door on my way out..." you whispered, getting ready to leave his house.

he just nodded.

he listened to the sound of her footsteps fading into the night. he didn't know what the fuck the night had turned out to be. but one thing was certain, this wouldn't be the last time he'd be seeing you.

[st-kitten]

brat party pilot

pt.2

frat parties were what was keeping konoha university interesting enough to attract new students. the legacy kids dominated the campus, the sorority sisters added their feminine flair, but the newcomers? absolute meat.

sasuke, the cool, collected, 'do not talk to me' rich kid always used these parties as an excuse to get high, drunk, and found himself in meaningless hook ups to kill time. this party was no different.

or so he thought

this chapter was inspired by @gingerkunoichii 's work NEGATIVE SPACE

warnings: alcohol, suggestive language, lesbian kiss (warning because it's so hot), weed, coke, making out, blowjob, peeing? (not in a piss kink way)

you hated parties. not the idea of them—getting together, getting drunk, and waking up with an embarrassing memory or two wasn’t the problem. but this one? this wasn’t a party you could skip. you needed to find a club to survive the academic year, and the stronger your social network, the smoother your university life would be.

you stepped into the massive frat house alongside another newbie, karin. her striking red hair stood out next to yours, which was coffee brown, almost black. the place was packed.

at least you’d had the sense to dress for it. a black deep-neck slip, an animal-print skirt brushing your thighs, stockings, and knee-high boots. you’d added a few vivienne westwood earrings and a necklace for good measure. the nose piercing and the ten others on your ears? perfect. you fit right in with the edgy crowd buzzing around you. at least the impostor syndrome didn't show.

sasuke leaned against the bar, his whiskey on the rocks barely touched, the glass sweating in his hand. his eyes tracked the chaos of the party, but his face gave nothing away. the pounding music, the reek of alcohol and sweat—it all blurred into background noise. none of it mattered.

he knew how these things went. naruto and sakura would scout for new people to be in their clique, and most would end up forgotten by the end of the party.

"right on time," chirped sakura, who was just itching to get drunk.

ino, the tall blonde, dragged you and karin into the group, recognising your 'deer-in-the-headlights' faces. while the redhead immediately jumped into nervous conversation, you took a moment to observe everyone. you fucking wanted to run away and shove your own head in some trashcan. you looked around, taking in the blazing atmosphere of the party. black lights, discoballs hung on the ceiling, bass rattling like small plosive bombs. it was too loud for your taste.

sasuke’s eyes narrowed just a little when he caught the curve of your tits under her jacket. his gaze lingered for a beat longer than he meant to before he forced himself to look away, his expression unreadable. the thought crossed his mind—too quick, too distracting—but he shoved it aside, focusing on the whiskey in his glass instead.

naruto, bigger and bulkier than ever, strode over with that magnetic energy of his. he threw an arm around karin and your shoulders like you’d been friends forever, grinning as he welcomed you both to the university. karin looked even smaller next to him, but at least you didn’t. you were taller than most of the girls—except maybe ino—so you didn’t feel completely dwarfed by his presence. he brought a 'you jump, i jump' vibe to the party. you could tell this kind of presence warranted him being the flagship face of parties.

a quick round of introductions did you some good to put names to memorable faces.

sasuke didn’t bother joining the conversation, content to sit back and watch how the newcomers fit—or didn’t fit—into the established group.

"ignore sasuke, he's in his sulking era," bristled ino.

his thoughts were cut short by ino’s comment about his so-called “sulking mood.” his eyes flicked to her, cold and sharp, before he turned back to his drink like she wasn’t worth the effort. the tension in the air spiked, but sasuke didn’t care. the infamous uchiha aloofness was alive and well tonight.

his gaze slid over the crowd and landed on you again. there was something about you that kept pulling his attention, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. maybe it was the way you handled naruto’s boisterous energy without flinching, or the quiet confidence you seemed to carry without even trying.

karin elaborated on what clubs she was interested in, her sentences incomplete, her voice stuttering with god knows what jitter.

naruto looked down at you, "and you?"

you paused, taking a moment to think. truth was, you weren’t sure yourself. but you weren’t about to let a frat party dictate what club you’d end up joining.

"what’s the crowd-pleaser?" you asked instead, hoping to steer the conversation away from your indecision.

"ah, join the martial arts club with me, then. i’ll train you real good," he said, his tone dripping with suggestion.

sakura kicked naruto's shin. "not even ten minutes in, and you’re already trying to flirt. shameless."

you stood there, completely unfazed by naruto’s attempt at being flirty.

"what's your major anyway?" asked ino.

"international relations." you hated telling people that. everyone ended up assuming you were a know-it-all.

"i don’t know... we don’t really have a club for that. sports it is, i guess," sakura said with a shrug.

naruto snickered at that, clearly pleased we’d circled back to his suggestion. "don’t worry, sakura-chan, i’ll take care of her," he said confidently, his grip on your shoulder tightening a little, as he looked down at you again.

you crossed your arms, naruto’s still slung around your shoulder, and shot him a look. "mommy? sorry, mommy?" you deadpanned, mocking the way he was practically parenting the newbies.

that set the group off. tenten spit out her drink, choking on laughter, while ino and sakura doubled over, cackling. even hinata giggled quietly behind her hand.

as the others erupted into laughter at your jab at naruto, sasuke’s lips twitched ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a rare, almost imperceptible smile. he couldn’t help it—he appreciated good wit when it was deserved.

tenten chimed, "if you're into ir, you've got to know your languages. do you?"

now that, you nodded without overthinking. if there was one thing you were a deadly expert at, was languages.

temari's eyebrow quirked since she was the head of the debate team, and often participated in the mock united nations events. "oh? care to elaborate?"

"english, french, german, italian, japanese, hindi, marathi"

naruto immediately shot back, "tell me you love me in french... or german," teasing with that grin of his. sakura kicked him again, clearly over it.

you just smiled at naruto, a hint of contempt in your expression. "bâtard sans vergogne..." you muttered.

of course, he didn’t catch the meaning, so he assumed you were playing along. what you really called him? shameless bastard.

as the party picked up speed and the noise hit deafening levels, it seemed like everyone was more or less shitfaced. meanwhile, you stood there, quietly thankful for your absurdly high alcohol tolerance. you'd already downed one glass of the party default god-awful punch—honestly, it should be classified as a crime—followed by tenten’s never-ending stream of vodka shots (about six, maybe seven, but who's counting?). then, of course, came the special concoction ino and naruto had whipped up (basically collecting all the spilled liquor that existed), which was probably dangerous enough to be considered a biohazard. somehow, despite all that, you were still only tipsy.

as someone who had walked the fine line between sanity and madness, the uchiha prince was acutely aware of how easily those lines could blur, leading to disastrous consequences.

he watched, his eyes sharp, as your usually composed demeanor began to slip. your movements grew more erratic, your words slurring just enough to catch his attention.

but there was another part of him—darker, more twisted—that found some kind of perverse fascination in watching your inhibitions fall away. it always happened with the newbies, this inevitable point where they embarrassed themselves, thinking they could demand unconditional loyalty and attention from konoha’s elite just because they were being included in the party games and whatnot.

when shikamaru showed up late—because of course he did—he passed around a joint to anyone who was interested. people scattered to sit on the lawn outside, some claiming camping chairs, others plopping down on the stairs of the patio. sasuke followed, his presence barely noticed. after all, nobody could ever predict his behavior, so he moved with that same quiet, unassuming air he always did.

you sat on one of the bean bags thrown on the grass. your usual poise seemed to crumble, replaced by a relaxed, almost seductive air. your body leaned trustingly on your own elbows, your long legs stretched ahead of you, your boots clacking against each other to the distant boom of the music coming from inside the frathouse.

a spin the bottle game was initiated, with kiba taking on the role of gamemaster, gleefully deciding what the dares would be.

the bottle spun and landed on tenten. kiba grinned mischievously and tossed out the dare: "chug a can of beer... in a handstand."

being the sporty little thing she was, tenten didn’t even flinch. without breaking a sweat, she flipped into a perfect handstand and downed the beer like it was nothing.

kiba’s eyes sparkled as the bottle landed on naruto, the challenge in the air thickening.

“alright, naruto,” kiba said with a sly grin, “i dare you to take your shirt off and let the girls write the most embarrassing things they can think of on your chest. no backing out.”

naruto blinked, then, as usual, grinned that wide, careless toothy grin of his. without hesitation, he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chest to the eager eyes of the group.

sakura was the first to indulge, scribbling 'swipe right casanova' on his chest. naruto smirked and slapped her ass when she turned around to sit back down.

ino snickered and wrote 'ask me about my feelings' on his abs, knowing how much naruto hated it.

tenten wrote 'i heart ramen' with a glitter sharpie. temari threatened to carve 'not as good in bed as you think' on his torso, but settled for a sketch of a dick on balls on his shoulder.

hinata, as much as she knew she couldn't go soft on naruto, just wrote the number 69 on his torso.

karin stumbled on her way to him and spent half the time touching his body, but wrote 'bad decision' on his stomach.

you pulled out you blood red liquid lipstick and wrote 'i only date my hand' on his left pec.

naruto looked like a graffiti wall. kiba took pictures like he was on journalistic duty, the flash making naruto's muscles stand out.

sasuke let out a snort at the sight, finding it amusing just how well the newcomers figured out what kind of a person he was.

kiba spun the bottle again and it landed on you.

when the bottle landed on you, kiba grinned, clearly expecting chaos. “i dare you to kiss sakura,” he said, his voice laced with obvious amusement.

both you and sakura rolled your eyes at his predictable intention to see two girls make out, but that didn’t stop you. you got off the bean bag, crawling over to sakura like a panther, who met you halfway with a smirk.

naruto, kiba, ino, and tenten erupted in hoots and howls, egging you both on. sakura and you kissed—at first, just a quick, teasing peck, but with the booze kicking in, it turned into something more.

what started as a casual kiss quickly became a proper, tongue-filled sloppy make out. her hands found your neck for support and you held her by her waist with one hand, letting your tongue slide in. sakura was no coward either, she bit your lip, and paved the way for a full-fledged open mouthed, wet kiss.

sasuke's eyes momentarily widened at the intensity of the kiss between you and sakura, a flicker of surprise cutting through his usual stoic expression. more so because you two were right in front of him. the raw passion, fuelled by alcohol, was a far cry from the timid pecks he'd seen before. he hadn't expected the newbie to be this bold, this daring.

he watched, transfixed, as you broke the kiss, your lips glistening with saliva, chest heaving with laughter. sakura chuckled and sat back in her camping chair.

naruto, grinning like a maniac after watching you and sakura, whined, "man, what will it take for you to kiss me?"

you still had sakura's lip gloss on your lips, and hers were stained with your dark red lipstick.

"200 bucks," you shot back, barely skipping a beat.

naruto moved with lightning speed, pulling out four $50 bills from the wallet in his pocket, waving them in front of you. without hesitation, you snatched them up, scooting closer to him. you pulled him in for the kiss, naruto's large hand grabbing the back of your neck, the crowd erupting around you—everyone except sasuke, who remained as unreactive as ever, but twitching just enough. the howls and whistles from the group rang out in the background, adding to the chaotic energy of the moment. kiba of course had recorded the whole thing with a phone in his shaky hands.

by the end of the night, most of them were hammered as hell. sasuke had vanished somewhere, probably off to brood in peace, while shikamaru lay sprawled out in a cloud of smoke from his fifth joint.

you could feel the alcohol settling in, and it was time for a bathroom break. weaving through the drunken chaos inside, you finally made it to the bathroom, only to find sasuke neatly carding a line of what you could only guess was coke.

"uh... sorry..." you mumbled

sasuke didn't flinch at your sudden intrusion, his focus remaining solely on the line of powder before him. he acknowledged you presence with a curt nod, his eyes never leaving the task at hand. with precise movements, he snorted the cocaine, the rush of adrenaline immediately heightening his senses. the uchiha prince felt invigorated, his mind clearing of the dull haze that had begun to settle over him. when he finished, sasuke turned to face you, his gaze piercing and intense.

"sorry... i uhh... had to pee..." you turned to leave to find some other unoccupied bathroom, bumping into the closed door.

sasuke pointed to the toilet seat in the bathroom.

"i'm not gonna pee with you standing here, if that's what you're implying"

a smirk tugged at the corner of sasuke's lips, his eyes glinting with a dark, mischievous intensity. "not necessarily," he said, his voice low and dripping with suggestion.

"can you like leave? fuck... i really have to pee, man"

sasuke simply leaned against the basin, his arms crossed. of course, he'd be someone who played games with people. of course.

you were too drunk to argue and not brave enough to wet you stockings with him watching.

groaning, you hitched your skirt up and little, pulling the thigh high stocking down enough. "fine. look away, though."

sasuke made no effort to do anything. his vision was half-impaired anyway. he stood there, his mind foggy, as you did your business. the sound of a single stream hitting the toilet bowl echoed in the small, barely lit bathroom.

"you're not high enough," he commented.

you were too drunk to muster a logical argument, and he was too far drugged to completely suppress his impulses.

"i'm not doing coke, if that's what you're asking," you slurred, your voice heavy with both defiance and hazy resolve.

sasuke chuckled, a low, almost predatory sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "i wasn’t offering it to you, love," he purred, his voice laced with dark amusement.

"there are other ways to get high," he said, pulling out a single joint, expecting to share. you shrugged, not minding it. sasuke lit the joint, taking a deep drag before exhaling a plume of smoke, and handing it to you when you stood up, pulling your panties and stockings up, and straightening your skirt and flushing the toilet.

as you shared the joint, passing it back and forth, the atmosphere in the bathroom grew heavier with tension. the haze of marijuana mixed with the effects of the cocaine, and the muffled sound of the rave music coming from outside the bathroom made everything feel liminal and surreal.

you had to lean against the bathroom sink, your palms gripping the cool marble counter for stability. sasuke stood in front of you, his presence towering, almost suffocating in the small space. the faint curl of smoke escaped his lips, drifting lazily toward your face, the scent sharp and intoxicating.

"you didn't play that spin the bottle thing... not social?" you asked, taking the joint from sasuke to take a short drag.

"social games aren't really my thing," he admitted, his eyes never leaving yours as he took the joint back and inhaled deeply.

exhaling slowly, the smoke curled lazily from his lips, his gaze dropping to your mouth as you formed a small 'o' around the tip of the joint. the sight stirred something in him, a flicker of desire sparking beneath his usually stoic exterior.

"or did you just not want to end up kissing naruto?" you asked, snorting a laugh at how most of kiba's dares revolved around getting people to kiss each other.

sasuke's expression stayed impassive, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly, betraying a faint hint of amusement. "maybe," he said, his voice laced with dry humor.

"what's your thing then?"

"my thing is power," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "and control."

his fingers traced a slow path along your jawline, tilting your face up to meet his piercing gaze. "when i take something, i take it completely. leave nothing behind but ruin."

the promise in his words was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating, like a siren's call to surrender to the darkness simmering beneath his calm exterior.

you blinked at him, processing his overly philosophical answer, and then burst out laughing, your forehead dropping against his shoulder as you struggled to catch your breath.

sasuke's initial surprise at your laughter quickly gave way to a begrudging smile, his lips curving upward in a rare display of reciprocation. he let his hand travel lightly up your hip, as he looked down at your forehead touching his shoulder.

you looked up straight, feeling dizzy "what... fucked up weed is this?"

sasuke's eyes narrowed slightly at your question, a flicker of unease crossing his features before he masked it with a shrug. "just a special blend," he said vaguely, his tone noncommittal.

his hand moved to your waist, steadying you as you swayed on your feet. despite your dizziness, he remained completely composed, his movements as precise and controlled as ever.

you sat down on the closed toilet lid, and sasuke stood towering in front of you.

"tell me," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic, "what do you want right now?" if sasuke loved one thing, it was to get into people's heads and twist their minds to suit his needs.

the question hung in the air, thick with implication, as he waited for your response, his breath barely steady.

"honestly? i'd kill for gyoza," you mumbled, caught up in a fantasy about food.

a faint, enigmatic smile tugged at the corners of sasuke's lips, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes. "gyoza, huh?" he mused, his voice almost too smooth.

leaning in closer, his breath brushed against your ear, his words a conspiratorial whisper. "i might know a place that serves the best gyoza in town. if you behave yourself, i might just take you there."

this shit was too easy for sasuke. clearly he expected some quick fuck to heighten his already euphoric state.

"says the guy who did coke... i'm the ideal student, buddy."

sasuke's eyes flashed with irritation at your jab, but he quickly regained his composure, a cold, calculating look settling over his features.

"you're one to talk, considering your current state," he retorted, his fingers grabbing your jaw, making you look up at him, emphasizing his point. "at least when i indulge, i know what i'm getting myself into."

there was a hint of disdain in his voice, a subtle reminder of the vast differences between your worlds.

"yes, yes... rich boy and the things he gets away with," you replied, the words tinged with a mix of amusement and irritation.

he leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his hot breath mingling with yours.

"watch it," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "you don't know the half of what i've done, what i'm capable of."

a silent threat lingered beneath his words, a reminder of the depth of his world. "don't pretend like you understand my world."

with that, he pulled back, his demeanour once again icy and aloof, as if the moment of vulnerability had never happened.

you looked at him, pouting. "sorry..."

he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that belied his harsh exterior.

"forget it," he muttered, his tone gruff but not unkind. "we're both a little... out of it right now."

his hand lingered on your cheek for a moment before withdrawing, leaving your skin tingling with the memory of his touch.

"are these parties always this intense?" you asked, your voice curious, considering this was your first-ever frat party on campus, while sasuke was already a second-year.

he hummed in agreement.

"i kinda like the bathroom more than the party," you said, looking around at the dimly lit bathroom.

you had to strain your neck to look up at him, you face right in front of his crotch. "also smells nice... whatever that... room freshener is." you swore you knew that smell.

"i prefer a certain scent," he explained, his voice strained.

reaching into his pocket, he produced a small bottle of cologne, holding it out to you.

you didn't have to see it to recognize it. "oh, you dior sauvage boys... fucking toxic," you chuckled.

how dare she dismiss his refined taste in such a cavalier manner? "toxic, huh?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "well, at least i don't reek of cheap perfume like some people i could mention."

his eyes raked over you, taking in the way your clothes clung to your curves, the sweet, floral scent of your perfume wafting up to tease his senses.

"hey, don't insult miss dior..." you defended your perfume, looking up at him.

from his view, all he saw was a pair of brown doe eyes and a cute face.

he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting across your parted lips as he whispered, "oh, i wasn't insulting it. just you."

"but since you brought it up..." he paused, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. "maybe i should show you how a real man handles a woman in dior."

sasuke was a master at manipulating women, his quiet intensity a weapon he wielded with precision. he always knew what he wanted—and he took it, no hesitation. he understood that neither of you were in any state to go all the way, but a little indulgence? that was nothing. his fingers brushed through your hair with a cold, almost predatory gentleness, as if stroking a cat he owned, standing tall and looming over you like a shadow.

sasuke's fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your head closer to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. his voice was a low, husky purr, dripping with sinful intent, "you know where this is going, don't you?"

"buddy i'm stoned. might just bite your dick off"

a dark chuckle rumbled in sasuke's chest at your bold declaration, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "Oh, I highly doubt that," he drawled, his confidence unwavering. his free hand reached down to unzip his fly, and tug his boxers down, slowly revealing the thick, hard length of his erection. he gave himself a deliberate stroke, his cock pulsing with need as he watched your reaction.

"come on, live a little," sasuke coaxed, his voice low and persuasive. "you wanna impress your seniors, don't you?"

you blushed when his long, leaking, hard dick came into your view. "yeah, that's not gonna fit in my mouth" you mumbled, absolutely high from the joint sasuke had shared with you.

sasuke's smirk widened at your candid assessment, his ego stroked by your clear fascination despite your doubts.

he stepped closer, his heated breath washing over your flushed cheeks as he guided your head toward his throbbing erection. "hm, only one way to find out, sweetheart" 

with a firm but gentle pressure, he urged your lips to part, the swollen head of his cock nudging against your soft, inviting mouth.

based on whatever you knew about it, you pressed slow, wet kisses to his head first.

a low groan escaped Sasuke's throat as your warm, moist lips enveloped the sensitive tip of his cock, your tongue darting out to swirl around the crown. your tentative exploration sent sparks of pleasure racing through his veins.

"that's it, baby... suck it." his voice was a ragged whisper, laced with desire and barely restrained lust. 

after a few unflattering licks, you gently took his head in your mouth, licking the small slit with your tongue.

"fuck..." he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as he struggled to ride out the intense waves of bliss crashing over him.

as your lips stretched to accommodate his girth, sasuke's eyes rolled back in his head, a choked cry of ecstasy escaping him. the feeling of your hot, velvety mouth enveloping his thick shaft was indescribable, each subtle bob of your head sending jolts of electricity straight to his core.

he watched, transfixed, as your cheeks hollowed with each suckle, your lips gleaming with saliva as they worked his rigid length.

 you used your hand to stroke what didn't fit in your mouth. you sucked his cock way too much like a pro for someone who was completely stoned.

"you're a quick learner, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice rough with arousal.

his fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your pace as he began to thrust shallowly, savouring the feeling of your tongue dancing along his sensitive underside. "that's it, baby... take it all..."

your neck started to hurt, so you got off the toilet seat and sank to your knees in front of him, the new angle letting him thrust deeper inside, and allowing you to take more of him.

his vision blurred at the sudden increase in depth, his cock plunging past your lips and into the warm, welcoming recesses of your throat. he grunted, his fingers digging into your scalp as he revelled in the tight, silken heat surrounding him.

"fuuuck..." he hissed, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt.

your muffled moans and the obscene suction of your mouth, filled the room, creating sounds of depraved pleasure. at one moment, his thrust went deep, bottoming out, fully lodged in your mouth, to your throat. you simply moaned around his dick, the fullness choking you, each brutal thrust pushing your head back and forth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis, the short tuft of black hair rubbing against the bridge of your nose. he grunted between clenched teeth, his balls slapping lewdly against your chin with every savage plunge.

as his orgasm crashed over him, sasuke's vision tunnelled, his consciousness consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. he felt your throat constrict around him, milking his cock for every last drop of his release, and the knowledge that you were swallowing his seed only heightened his pleasure. with a final, shuddering thrust, he emptied himself into your willing mouth, his cum painting your lips and chin with thick, white streaks. as the aftershocks subsided, he watched, transfixed, as his spend dripped down your face, neck, and pooled on your breasts, seeping between your plump tits.

panting heavily, sasuke slowly withdrew from your mouth, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop. sasuke's gaze remained fixed on your cum-streaked face, his chest still heaving with exertion as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. when you licked your lips clean, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. he pulled you up and crashed his lips into yours, tasting himself on your lips.

he'd zipped his dick back inside, though it kept twitching from time to time. he made out with you against the bathroom tiles, letting his hand slip inside your top, cupping your breasts over your lacy bra, his fingertips gliding against the streak of cum that was pasted over your flesh.

sasuke's fingers found your pert nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, rolling and pinching them roughly as he continued to ravage your mouth. the sensation of your hardened peaks beneath his touch sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through him, his half-hard cock stirring once more within the confines of his pants.

at the sound of the bathroom door banging open, sasuke's expression darkened, his grip on your breast tightening almost painfully. he growled low in his throat, clearly not pleased at the interruption to their heated encounter. "fuck..." he muttered, his voice laced with irritation and residual lust.

your made yourselves presentable and exited the bathroom, letting the random student use it. the sudden bright lights and the noise only made you uncomfortable. a stark contrast to the cosy, intimate setting the bathroom had been.

the party had wrapped up, leaving a trail of discarded cups and empty bottles scattered across the floor. most people had passed out in various corners of the house, still drunk from the chaos of the night. sasuke slipped out unnoticed, his usual need to retreat and isolate himself taking over, as it often did when the noise became too much.

you followed suit, the events of the night lingering in your mind but not enough to keep you from the looming task ahead. there were classes to enrol in, decisions to make, and the chaos of the party was quickly forgotten as you turned toward your responsibilities.

as he walked towards his bike, his mind replayed the events of the evening, particularly his intense encounters with you. the memory of your lips wrapped around his cock, the feel of your throat constricting around him, sent a shiver down his spine.

boy was he glad he showed up to that stupid party.

[st-kitten]

707 final part

warnings: smut, p in v, degradation, toji's monster cock, choking, hair pulling, rough spanking, throat fucking, daddy kink, oral (m. receiving), orgasm denial, praise, no condom (but pls cover up. screw dem kids)

"now... turn around, and lie on your back."

you managed to do so, your legs shaking, thighs quivering and your ass flaming like a red, hot, cheeto. you felt the burn when your hips touched the mattress.

toji held you by your shoulders and dragged your quivering body closer to the edge of the bed, letting your head fall off slightly. you looked up at the man, who's now taken his pants and boxers off, revealing his monstrous cock, just hovering over you like a knighthood sword. you swallowed, trying not to come then and there.

seeing toji's tilted head, covered by the dark helmet made your stomach churn.

"so... do you plan to keep up the obedient act? or are you going to be a brat?"

you didn't give two shits about manners in that moment. all you wanted was to be dicked down by toji and you'd go to any lengths to get it.

"depends... which one pisses you off more?"

inside his helmet, toji smirked; proud of what a shameless freak you were.

"oh, baby... you know i can't let you talk to me like that, don't you?"

if only he could see the sparkle in your eye.

toji held the back of your neck, his fingers curling around your throat.

"you're an insolent brat, you know that? and brats..." he slapped the tip of his hard dick on your nose "get" and on your lips "punished."

you let out a soft whine, wishing he'd just get it over with.

"oh shut the fuck up. you're fine."

he waved his dick like a wand over your face, watching you tilt your head up to lick it. a chuckle rumbled through his chest. you managed to kiss the leaking tip.

"are you that cock-hungry, you little slut?" toji's other hand slid up and down his shaft, letting his need for release marinate a bit.

"of course you are." he slapped your face with it again, letting the wet tip damped your blushing cheeks.

"go on... open that slutty mouth. don't make me wait."

you let your jaw ease as you opened your mouth. you felt his tip touch your lips and you almost instinctively closed your mouth around it, sucking at it, then licking a long strip on the underside of his length.

"dirty fucking girl."

you moaned softly, his words arousing you even more. toji lifted your neck a little, holding the nape to support.

"i'm gonna fuck this pretty face, baby." he said, pushing his cock inside your mouth just enough to feel its warmth. "gonna fuck that throat and stuff your bratty mouth full and you're gonna lie there and fucking-"

without warning, he shoved his entire length into your mouth, its tip pushing through and into your throat, which made you gasp and choke.

"-take it."

his hips rolled almost imperceptibly, rubbing the weeping slit of his dick against your parted lips. the salty-sweet flavour of his arousal coated your tongue, making you crave more. he groaned deeply as his cock reached lengths, your wet heat engulfing his throbbing shaft, making the veins on his length twitch. the sigh of your throat stretching obscenely around his fat dick, bulging with inch he fed you, was fucking erotic.

"fuck yesss... take it like the good little cocksleeve you are..." his grip tightened around your head as he began to thrust, the angle allowing him to plunge impossibly deep, with his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each pump of his hips.

he watched with a dark glint in his eyes concealed by the helmet as drool leaked from the corners of your stretched lips, dripping down your face and down onto the floor. the lewd sounds of your gagging and choking only edged him on, his hips snapping forward with increasing speed and force.

"greedy bitch. come on. milk that cock."

his balls drew up tight, the pressure building rapidly in his core as he used your mouth for his pleasure. one hand released your hair to wrap around your throat, choking it just to tighten your hole, the friction increasing along with the pleasure. he could feel your throat spasming around him, trying to accommodate the thick intrusion.

"such a good cocksucker. stuffed and full with my dick... hhnnnggh... you'll swallow like a good girl, won't you?"

with a rough grunt, he buried himself deep in your throat as his orgasm hit him, his cock pulsing and twitching, and releasing a heavy load of his cum into your throat. he kept his dick lodged in till he felt your mouth full of his cum.

he finally pulled back, allowing you to gasp for air. thick strands of saliva and cum connected his still hard cock to your swollen lips, some dribbling down the corners of your mouth. he wiped the excess away with his thumb, pushing the mixture back into your mouth almost cruelly.

he manhandled you effortlessly, picking you up by your neck like a doll and spun you around so your back was flush against his sweat-stricken chest. his arm snaked around your waist to find your soaking cunt, his fingers running up and down your slit. his other hand came up to cup your large breast, squeezing it tightly. you threw your head back on his shoulder, the edge of the helmet hitting your temple. the sight was sinful, daunting, and sexy. the sunset peering through your window only made it that much hot.

"i'm gonna ruin your for anyone else. fuck you so hard, and deep... that's what you want right? whore."

you let out helpless moans as his fingers pumped in and out of you at an extremely slow pace. he curled his fingers just right to brush against that spongy spot inside your with each pass. his thumb rubbed your clit, circling the sensitive bud with maddeningly light touches. for a man of his size and roughness, he sure was capable of agonising gentleness.

he scissored his fingers, stretching you open as he added a third digit, pumping fast enough to make you tremble and moan but not enough to make you come.

"t-toji... pl-please"

toji chuckled at your pitiful begging, the sound muffled by the helmet, but no less mocking. the wet squelch of your cunt echoed in his ears as he plunged his fingers in and took them out just as fast.

he pinched your clit, then dove his fingers back in your stretched hole, twisting his wrist and grinding the heel of his palm against your pubic bone.

toji's silence only made you more restless and you whined further, trying to squirm out of his grip, to run away.

toji simply delivered a sharp slap to your dripping cunt. he growled in warning, slapping your pussy once more. and before you could protest, he spun you around and tossed you back into the bed. the way you lay there, limp, like a sack of potatoes, yet eager and needy was a dream come true. toji needed to see you.

he took his helmet off, his hair messy, and threw it on the floor, letting it roll away a little. now with his face in your view, he kissed you.

"fucking finally"

it was messy and aggressive, with teeth clashing, and biting your lower lip. he poured all his dominant energy into that kiss. his tongue plundered your mouth.

all the while his hard cock kept bumping against your thigh, hip, but never where you wanted it. you selfishly tried to align yourself with his cock and toji had to bite back a chuckle. you were too desperate.

he watched with amusement as you tried to impale yourself on his throbbing shaft, at least the tip, your movements clumsy and needy. each failed attempt only entertained him more.

he taunted, giving a teasing roll of his hips that had his tip catching on your entrance before slipping away again.

"look at you, humping air like a bitch in heat. pathetic." he leaned forward, his voice dripping with cruel amusement as he whispered in your ear, "beg. beg like the needy little whore you are for my dick."

"ple–please... please!" your voice croaked but you continued anyway, mindlessly blurting out, "fuck.. please, daddy!"

toji's eyes widened for a moment.

"well well..." he coughed, a small smirk on his face. "daddy kink, hm? you been hiding that from me, sweetheart?"

you were more than embarrassed. you covered your face with your arm, looking away. toji forcibly pried your arm away, and grabbed your jaw, making you look at him.

"you're fucking filthy. getting off on calling your neighbour daddy. i bet you saw me with my kid and thought, i wanna be his little girl. is that it? hm?"

he took pleasure in seeing your eyes getting teary.

"aww, you're gonna cry for me, baby?" he cooed, leaning down to lick a tear that slid down your eye.

"such a sensitive little thing, aren't you. so quick to cry... for d-a-d-d-y."

you hated how much you were loving it. any ordinary man would've lost his sense of self, but you? you wanted more. you wanted worse.

"come on. say that again."

you prayed to god toji didn't really mind your kink. "daddy please..." you whined softly, your voice quivering and girlish.

"oh," he almost moaned in bliss. "baby, baby.... baby."

"daddy's going to use your slutty little body now. you'll take what i give you, won't you little girl?"

you nodded with zero shame. toji slapped your cheek slightly.

"use your words, you dumb slut."

sniffling, you half-whined, "yessss... i'll take... everything"

toji smirked proudly. "that's my good girl."

he leaned forward, his cock ghosting over your cunt. "now... you'll let me fuck you raw, yeah? i wanna feel that pussy as it is... you're gonna say yes, aren't you, sweetie?"

you were too gone to even argue. you hand plan b somewhere in the drawer.

"my perfect little slut. gonna fill up this pretty pussy so well."

with a swift movement, he pulled you close, the head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance. he groaned deeply as he sank into your heat.

"what. the. fuck... how are you still so tight, princess? jesus..." he groaned. the sensation was overwhelming, better than anything he had experienced before. he savoured the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you.

he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace as he began to pound into you recklessly. your lewd moans, the ones he'd heard on quinn weeks ago, were now live, and meant just for his ears. he was the reason you were moaning so beautifully. it was like a lifetime achievement.

he felt your velvety walls fluttering around his pistoning cock, gripping him like a silken fist.

"that's it babygirl. let daddy hear your pretty moans," he snarled, one hand reaching behind your head to fist your hair, his other hand holding him steady above you.

your leg lifted itself, allowing him to plunge even deeper into your welcoming cunt. the new angle hit you in ways you never knew were possible.

"fuck, yeah. that's the shit." toji's balls slapped against your ass with each powerful thrust.

toji's eyes blazed with desire as he fucked you roughly. thighs spread, one leg hoisted up, he drove deep inside your again and again. he pounded into you like some monster.

"daddy! please! i- wan-wanna come!"

toji smirked at your desperate plea. but instead of giving you your first orgasm of the day, he slowed down his torturous pace, eliciting a pathetic whine from you.

"nope."

"UGH PLEASE! please daddyyy. let me come! please! i'll do anything, please."

toji slapped your ass. "who's a good girl huh?"

"me...m-me!"

"did you listen to me today? i don't think so, bitch."

"please toji... i can't... i need to come... please. fuck..." you begged shamelessly.

toji kept his pace painfully slow, almost with measured precision, but eventually, even he couldn't resist the urge to release. he pulled out, laughing at you groan.

he spun you around, pressing you head into the mattress again, and forced his cock back into you, holding your ass, fucking it back into him.

"alright. time to fuck this cunt properly. time to breed my needy girl. isn't it?"

toji was practically speaking to a china doll. all you did was nod to whatever he said. he chuckled and sped up, fucking you roughly, fast, hard, barely leaving room to breathe. he was a mess of grunts and moans, slamming into you with reckless abandon, balls smacking against your ass with each savage thrust.

he grabbed your arms and locked them behind your back, pulling you into his chest as he fucked you unforgivingly. he neared his climax and he knew just how much you craved yours.

"fuck. come... come for me, baby. come for daddy."

toji buried his dick deep inside you as he unleashed a torrent of hot cum into you, coming undone with you. you let out a pained, broken moan as you came on his dick, finally feeling the orgasm that had built itself long enough. he ground against you, stuffing you full of his cum. when he finally stilled, he pulled out his softening cock, and collapsed onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

"jesus..."

for a moment neither of you said anything. only your pants and breaths spoke for themselves.

"you okay, baby?" toji asked softly, shifting some of his weight off you, resting on one elbow, his other hand tracing your spine.

you let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. he smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"sweet girl... you did so well."

he took a deep breath and got up from the bed to grab a towel. dampening it, he came back to your side and cleaned you up, taking his time. he rolled you to the side, untucking the sheets and tossed them away.

"you got spare sheets?"

you pointed to a drawer and toji dug out some fresh sheets. he managed to put them on without making you get up. once done, he got into bed with you, pulling up his boxers. he let you crawl into his hug, his arms wrapping around you gently.

"i'm so proud of you."

"for what?"

"for trusting an old man like me with you, your body, your pleasure."

"toji, you're not that old."

he smirked. "as a matter of fact, i turn 39 today."

you raised yourself and looked down at him. "it's your birthday?"

toji nodded.

"why didn't you tell me before? we could've celebrated properly! gone out! i didn't even have time to make you a gift!"

"baby, you're my gift. you and my kid. that's all i want."

your gaze softened as you rested on your stomach, hoisted up by your elbows. you smiled warmly at him.

"happy birthday, toji."

you leaned forward to kiss him and he met you halfway.

"thank you, princess."

"ugh. you should've told me before. now i feel shitty."

"hey, i got to fuck you, come inside you, and now i get to cuddle with you. if that ain't a present, then i don't know what is."

you swatted his shoulder. "that's not what i meant. toji..." you looked at him apologetically. "everyone deserves a birthday celebrated with friends and family."

toji shrugged. "i got family."

"and megs would've loved to celebrate today with you."

"and you."

you looked at him, your brow creased a little. "i'm no–"

"i wanna marry ya."

you blinked at his admission and toji chuckled.

"someday. not immediately. but... eventually. i don't got time to keep dating, y/n. before... i..." he sighed, knowing now's the time to be honest. "i thought i had to find megs a mother. but..."

he gently caressed your cheek. "i want a wife. a partner. a... lover."

given his usual brooding nature, and aura, you wouldn't have guessed that inside, there's just a man yearning to be loved. you looked at him with tenderness, listening to him open up.

"i hated myself and my life most of the time because of how many women i hooked up with. every woman i'd... meet, i crossed off because... honestly, anyone who hooked up with me, shouldn't be megs' stepmother."

he leaned closer, lying on the bed, looking up at your face. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"but... you..." he chuckled softly. "you're so young, so smart, so... beautiful. you never tried to hook up with me. you cared for megs like you would your own kid. and... i am... so..."

his eyes got blurry as a few tears collected in them.

"so... grateful that you exist."

your gaze softened and you kissed his forehead.

"i can't force you to play mom to that kid. but... if you're..." toji felt heavy even asking you that. "willing... i promise you, sweetheart, i will never let you lift a finger. i'll give you the world. i'll love you till you're sick and tired of me."

you chuckle and shake your head. "i won't get tired of you. annoyed, maybe. but..." you took a breath. "i wear my heart on my sleeve, toji. i love people fiercely, unconditionally. and megumi holds a special place in my heart. so do you."

toji smiled and cupped your jaw. "you're a rare one."

"and i'm yours," you said softly.

toji and you spent the night talking, kissing, and laughing. as the new years' fireworks went off, you sat by the window in your living room, watching the sky light up, sipping coffee, nestled in each other's arms.

[two weeks later]

toji had spent the first few days of the new year frantically planning for megumi's new school supplies. the kid insisted on dog themed stationary, so it took a trip to a million stores to get him what he wanted.

in his hectic routine, he replayed that night at your place in his mind. you were truly something else. but a part of him swayed to the one place he'd kept buried for years.

an old, dusty frame in his hand, he looked at the woman in the photo, her face clear, but her memory fading.

"our kid's growing up, ma. he's gonna... need someone. someone who ain't an ugly crook like me. she–" he smiled. "please... give me a sign. anything. tell me it's okay if i do this..."

he kissed the frame and packed it in a box, putting it away in the storage room.

grabbing megumi's new dog-themed school bag, toji headed downstairs, where megumi was waiting with you for the bus. the little boy stood near the gate, quietly reciting the tables of seven and eight—something he’d proudly taught himself. toji handed you the bag, and you knelt down to help megumi put it on, adjusting the straps snugly over his tiny shoulders.

“my, you look so smart, gumi,” you said with a grin, giving his chubby cheek a gentle poke.

megumi giggled, his eyes crinkling with delight, before the faint rumble of the approaching bus made him perk up. as the bus came to a stop, he trotted off eagerly, clutching his bag close. just before stepping onto the bus, he turned back with a big wave, his bright smile making the early morning feel a little warmer.

"bye dad! bye mom!"

you looked at him, eyes widened, lips parted. toji looked up at the sky briefly, smiling, before he looked down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

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announcement

707 final part will be out on 31st (daddy toji's birthday)

i'm so glad i could make the time to finish it. it's been literally a year since i started this story and honestly, i wasn't expecting the support and reads, and likes and reblogs on this scale.

everyone who read it, appreciated it, i am so grateful to you! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

i didn't want to disappoint you by delaying it any further. so, i hope i serve a good end to the series.

as much as it saddens me to end the main story, i might write a few side-fillers to the same au. i don't want to let go of this particular dynamic with y/n, toji, and megumi.

i don't know how much i'll be able to comply (given that i'm doing a masters, and working part time, and working on my research), BUT

if you want to see toji and y/n (only from the 707 au) interact in other contexts or if you want a particular scene from them, you can let me know in the comments and i'll try and write it.

i've never taken requests before, but might as well try.

[st-kitten]

so, i made toji and y/n's apartments from 707 on sims. this is just what i envisioned and could replicate on the game. if you have your own versions, definitely, work with them.

toji's apartment:

y/n's apartment:

other details:

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UCHIHA SASUKE, THE MENACE THAT YOU ARE

sasusaku

synopsis it was no news that uchiha sasuke hated most people. stoic as a boy, an absolute wrathful presence as a teenager, he had a penchant for taking what he wanted without remorse. despite calling sakura 'annoying', he couldn't help but feel burning jealousy when he heard just how many men were confessing their love to her after the war. now now, wasn't she supposed to be obsessed with him?

warnings: !! characters are 18+, possessiveness, degradation (he gets really mean ˙◠˙), rough sex, sharingan use, his version of missionary ig, doggy style, throat fucking, hair pulling, choking, loss of virginity (both), aftercare (because sakura deserves the world) sasuke has 2 arms in this one *not canon

sakura was liked by everyone at the hospital. known for her warm smile and reassuring presence, she has a way of brightening everyone’s day. patients, especially the male ones, often find themselves smitten—some sneak glances her way, while others try their luck by bringing her flowers. though sakura handles it all with a mix of professionalism and good humour, her focus always remains on her work and ensuring the wellbeing of her village.

however, a certain raven haired guy felt bile rise in him upon seeing the girl who used to fawn over him be admired by others. seeing her out and about in the hospital lobby, chirpy and greeting, but also dedicated and focused was a sight that sasuke never expected to find alluring. gone was the sickly, frightened girl who begged him to stay. she had turned into a beautiful woman who was self-assured, stronger than most, and ambitious. so why was the sight of her being pursued for who she was making him sick?

sakura ended her shift and returned to the cosy apartment she'd bought with the money saved from missions. she took her coat off, washed her face and clipped her hair up. she went about her nightly routine, cracking open a can of cold coffee, waiting for a dinner for one, and putting on music, slowly swaying to it. when the food arrived, she collected it and paid the delivery guy. she went to her room to put her wallet back, passing by red eyes that glowed in the dark.

she tensed and whipped around. she'd recognise those eyes anywhere.

"s-sasuke-kun?"

the brooding man stepped out of the darkness of her room, standing in front of her. for a moment he simply stared down at her, taking her homely appearance in.

"what are... you doing here?"

seeing the man she'd loved all this time suddenly spawn in her bedroom of all places had her mind running off to uncharted places and her heart on steroids.

"what. can i not be here?" he asked curtly.

sakura shook her head. "that's... not what i asked."

oh? sasuke held back an amused grin at her assertiveness. years ago this girl would've crumbled at the mere image of him. yet now she confronted him plainly.

sasuke spotted the pile of bouquets on her dresser. "from your fans?"

"patients."

he scoffed. "become popular, have we?"

sakura frowned. she didn't know what he wanted. or why he was being so cryptic. had he walked in through the front door, she'd have gladly let him in. but something was off about his sudden visit.

before she could enquire, sasuke's mangekyou sharingan set the flowers aflame with his amaterasu, eliciting a gasp from sakura.

"what are you doing!?" she tried to pick up a bouquet to salve it from the spreading fire but sasuke caught her wrist tightly.

"stop entertaining your patients. half of them are married men anyway."

"i'm their doctor... i can't just—"

sasuke silenced her with a dark gaze, reminding her of all the times he'd looked at her that way. but this time, it didn't hint at hatred. no, it was something else.

"what's gotten into you, sasuke-kun?"

his grip on her wrist tightened as he pulled her closer. he looked down at her, watching her bright green eyes sparkle in the ambient moonlight.

"hmm? thought you'd enjoy this... enjoy my... attention," he quipped.

sakura tried to pry her wrist away from his grip but who was she kidding; a part of her knew his strength could overpower her if he truly wanted it to and another part of her didn't want him to let go.

he tilted her chin up, running his thumb over her lower lip. that was enough to get her to blush. as he leaned a little forward, sakura panicked and pulled away, but sasuke's grip kept her in place.

"don't fight it. we both know you want this just as much..."

sasuke pressed his lips to hers, sealing with a kiss. her lips were softer than his. her little gasp enabled him to nip at her lower lip, his tongue gliding over it. sasuke wasn't someone who cared about 'first kisses'. but he had to admit, it felt sinfully good to kiss sakura.

"come on... haven't you waited long enough for this?" he whispered against her lips.

sakura, as her mind raced with a million thoughts, kissed him back gently. with a hum of approval, sasuke resumed kissing her. he was far from gentle. he carded his fingers through her pastel pink hair, using it to control her movements as he forced their mouths in a bruising kiss, eliciting another gasp from her. he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in, past her parted lips, claiming hers with an authority she knew not to challenge.

he freed her wrist and let his hand roam around her slender waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him. he let his hand travel down to cup her ass, squeezing the flesh he knew was a recent addition to her grown body. sakura's shaky hands rested on his chest, in an attempt to keep distance from his sudden barrage of kisses, but that was to no avail.

sasuke's hand came back up, kneading at her breast through her red shirt. sakura whimpered at how forward he was being. her childhood insecurity of having smaller breasts was diminishing with every passing second as sasuke's fingers deftly played with her breast, running his knuckles over her clothed nipple, feeling it harden immediately.

he bit her lower lip, before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. he pulled away momentarily, holding her jaw, watching the strings of saliva stretching as their mouths pulled away from each other.

"you know your so called patients want you, right?" he murmured, letting his lips hover near her ear.

"w-what, n-no."

"you may be annoyingly professional... but you're no fool, sakura." he let his hand slip her her shirt, making her stomach recoil with arousal as his fingertips touched her soft skin.

"no? want me to let you in on their thoughts, hm?" sasuke leaned down to kiss her neck, whispering into her ear as he pressed wet kisses on the column of her throat. he let his hand explore further, tugging at her bra cup, and slipping his hand inside to cup her breast.

"every day you put that coat on and walk into their rooms, talk to them, check their pulse. let me tell you, sakura, all they want is for that hand around their wrist to be around something else instead."

sakura's breath hitched at the obscenity sasuke was whispering in her ear. she knew he was brutally honest to a fault, but she didn't know if his words were meant to scare her or confuse her.

sasuke slowly began pushing her towards her bed. "the 'hot' doctor, the 'pretty' doctor... the doctor with pink hair... don't tell me you can't hear them... don't tell me..." sasuke bit into her neck, then licked the spot and sucked on it till it turned red and blue.

"don't tell me you don't see them practically eye-fuck you every time you look at their stupid charts."

sakura didn't know whether to be embarrassed or shocked. she knew all that. but the way he was describing it...

"why do... you... care?" she asked, her voice a trembling murmur.

sasuke pushed her by her shoulders, letting her fall into the bed. he watched her jaw fall agape as she gasped, her hands gripping the mattress, her breasts bouncing a little as she landed on the bed.

he crawled on top of her, straddling her hips. he snaked his hands under her shirt to pull it off. reflexively, her hands crossed over her uneven bra. not that he cared. he forced them apart anyway, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other pulled her bra down, letting the cold night air waft around her exposed breasts. he yanked the bra, the hooks snapping, and tossed it away.

"i don't. but you should." he leaned down to press kisses on her collarbone. "you shouldn't lead them on, sakura..."

"i'm n-not... i—"

"...not when you're mine."

sakura froze when he said that. mine. the way that word spilled out of his mouth was like a commandment carved into stone.

"it was fucking torture. watching you smile at them. smile at me, sakura. blush at me. look at me..." sasuke mumbled, his face pressed on the valley of her breasts. he freed her wrists and used his hands to cup both her breasts from the sides, pushing them together till he was nosedeep into the swells of her breasts.

"don't tell me i'm not the object of your desire anymore," he said mockingly, knowing very well just how much he occupied her mind. he captured one of her nipples between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing the ache with his tongue. he sucked harder when she didn't respond, letting his tongue swirl around the bud.

sakura squirmed under him, welcoming sasuke's impatient touch with god knows what eagerness. if she had any self-respect, she'd stop him, talk to him, clear things out. the rational part of her was screaming at her to sock the shit out of him. but her fluttering heart won over with every thump.

"sasuke-kun... we... we're not... too... soon," she rambled, flushed.

he sneered, his tone dripping with contempt. "how utterly pathetic."

he leaned in closer, his face inches away from hers, his voice, a menacing whisper. "let me make one thing clear. i don't give a fuck if this is 'too soon'. hell, i don't even care if you have some weak excuse of a boyfriend i don't know about, who, let's be honest, isn't gonna keep you satisfied." he had an inkling as to what she was afraid of. "you worried we're not 'together' enough to do this?" sasuke descended once more, his lips trailing fire along her jaw before catching her mouth in a searing kiss, plundering with reckless abandon, teeth clashing, tongues in a frenzied friction.

"let's get real, pink. you've always been mine."

sakura blushed like a tomato, and sasuke chuckled darkly, his hand trailing past her flimsy shorts, diving straight between her legs where he was met with pulsating heat, and dampness that made him feel proud of himself.

sasuke's fingers found the slick heat of her core. he stroked through the folds, keeping his touch feather light, applying pressure here and there. he pressed a finger against her entrance, circling the rim before pushing inside, feeling her walls clench around his invading digit. sasuke groaned in satisfaction. "fucking... tight."

withdrawing his finger, he brought it to her lips, smearing the glistening evidence of her arousal across them.

"taste yourself," he said as he pushed his finger inside sakura's mouth, and watched as her lips involuntarily wrapped around it.

"that's it, take it all in," he rasped, letting his finger shove as deep as he could. he removed it with a lewd pop, and replaced it with his tongue, thrusting deep to foreshadow what he was about to do to her soon, moaning into her mouth. sasuke devoured sakura's mouth with a ferocity that bordered on feral.

breaking the kiss, leaving her lips swollen and her cheeks red, he sat back on his heels, his chest heaving with mild exertion. he hoisted himself up on his knees.

"strip."

with shaky hands, sakura undid her shorts. sasuke's impatience got the best of him and he yanked her panties down harshly, the sound of fabric tearing echoing in the room. with a fluid motion, sasuke shed his clothes too, revealing his chiselled physique in all its glory. his rock-hard erection sprang free, throbbing with anticipation. but it was worth seeing sakura's reaction.

"poor baby... never seen a dick?" he cooed.

sakura resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "seen plenty at the hospital," she smiled slyly.

sasuke's brow twitched. of course. she dealt with patients of all shapes and sizes. it wouldn't be her first time seeing a man naked.

grabbing her wrist, he effortlessly pulled her off the bed, to her feet before forcing her own onto the carpet by her bed. he loomed over her, his imposing figure casting a shadow darker than the room.

"look at me," he commanded and she did so.

"this is what power feels like. forget what you've seen." he toyed with sakura, his fingers wrapping around the delicate column of her throat, while his other hand brandished his dick mere inches from her face, its tip leaking just enough.

"i think it's time you paid proper homage to the man you claim to be obsessed with, hm?" he purred, his thumb brushing over her pulse point.

"worship me with your mouth, sakura, and maybe— just maybe, i'll grant you the privilege of feeling this cock inside you."

the more candid he became, the more sakura felt her world shift. he was harsh when he could be. but in this setting? sakura couldn't want anything else.

she timidly gave his tip a few kitten licks. "aww," sasuke hummed.

"come on..." he encouraged her, his grip on the back of her neck tightening ever so slightly. "open wide... and show me how much you know about 'anatomy'... doctor."

with a subtle push, he guided her mouth to take him in, feeling her lips wrap around his head. he paused, savouring the warm, wet heat enveloping him before withdrawing a little.

"so pretty when you're pleasuring me..." sasuke murmured, his eyes gleaming.

his breath hitched a little as sakura's head bobbed, taking him deeper with each to and fro. the sight of her dainty hands clinging to his thighs, nails digging into his skin sent a jolt of excitement through him

"that's it... take it all," he groaned, his hips instinctively thrusting forward to meet her efforts.

sasuke heard her choke and gag around his girth and oh how he revelled in that power. this was submission incarnate, and he intended to wring every last drop of pleasure from sakura.

"fuck, look at you," he panted, his fingers tangling in her soft pink hair as he began to fuck her mouth with increasing vigour. "so desperate for my dick, aren't you?"

sakura's muffled moans vibrating around his shaft only heightened his arousal. he could feel her throat constricting around him, the slick of her saliva coating his thick length as he pistoned in and out of her mouth.

a low animalistic grunt escaped his lips as he caught the sight of tears streaming down her face, a perverse sense of pride swelling in his chest.

"that's right, cry for me," he whispered, his pace faltering for a moment. "let everyone know who owns this pretty mouth."

with renewed fervour, sasuke resumed his relentless thrusts in her mouth, both his hands grabbing her head, chasing the edge of climax. the raw lust in his gaze intensified as he watched sakura's swollen lips stretch obscenely around his cock, her doe-eyes pleading mercy even as they submitted to his domination.

"fuck, you were made for this," he growled, his voice strained with the patience of holding back his impending release. "built to worship my dick... me..."

with a final, brutal shove, he buried himself to the hilt in sakura's mouth. a guttural moan tore from his chest as he came hard, spilling wave after wave of scalding seed directly down her gullet.

for a long moment, he remained frozen, his hips twitching with the aftershock. as sakura's throat involuntarily milked his spent cock, every last drop of cum from him, he felt a shiver run down his spine. her easy acceptance sent a thrill of possessive triumph through him.

"swallow it all," he commanded, a croak escaping nonetheless. in that moment, perhaps, sakura was more courageous than sasuke.

he reluctantly pulled out from her puckered lips. he watched, transfixed as her tongue darted out to lap at the traces of cum lingering on her lower lip.

"such a good little slut you are, pink."

sasuke's expression softened ever so slightly as he noticed the underlying vulnerability flickering in her eyes. he reached out, his calloused fingers gently tilting sakura's chin up to meet his gaze.

"this isn't a hate-fuck, okay?" he said quietly, his voice lacking his usual arrogant edge. "if anything... it's the opposite."

sasuke's thumb brushed over sakura's trembling lip. "i'm... not some cruel sadist who gets off on making you suffer. but... when i take something... it's because i crave it, because i need it to survive."

sasuke felt an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him, a longing to shield this vulnerable girl he'd known since they were kids, more from his own corrupted desires. in that moment, the cold, terrorising uchiha seemed to soften a little.

"it's... another kind of hell to crave you knowing what i've put you through." he pulled her up to stand, steadying her with his hand on her waist.

"but you know me..." he said softly, leaning forward to kiss her, tasting the salty tang of his own cum on her lips.

with a predatory glint in his eye, sasuke pushed her back onto the bed, making her sit on the edge. he knelt before her, his fingers parting her thighs to grant him unfettered access to the goddess between her legs. her scent filled his nostrils, making him wonder just how privileged he was to be able to do what he was about to.

licking his lips in anticipation, he leaned in, his warm breath fanning over her slick folds. with no preamble, he sasuke dove in, his tongue lapping at her weeping core, the velvety texture sending pleasure straight to his aching cock.

sakura's thighs shut tight around his head in response to that, but he didn't let it deter him. instead, he used the opportunity to bury his face deeper between her legs, his nose nestled against her clit as he continued to devour her pussy with hunger.

the slight pressure of her thighs only spurred him on, his tongue probing and diving in with the same passion he showed when he fought battles against ghosts of his own clan and extraterrestrial gods. her could feel sakura bucking her hips against his face, her desperate attempts to grind herself against is skilled mouth.

sakura looked down once, only to find his deathly sharingan and rinnegan already looking up at her in the darkness, adding to the fearful thrill of their intimacy.

"fuck yes, ride my face," he grunted, his words muffled by her soaked folds, "take what you need, pink."

sasuke grabbed her thigh and threw one leg over his broad shoulder, gaining easier access to her dripping sex. he wasted no time, his tongue plunging deep into her clenched channel with no remorse. the lewd sounds of sloppy oral pleasure filled the room as sasuke feasted on sakura, his lips and cheeks hollowing with each suckle.

"bless this cunt... you're... divine," he rambled, eating her out like a rabid dog.

as sakura's orgasm crashed over her, her honeyed release flooded his mouth and chin and sasuke lapped up every drop. as her breathing steadied, he withdrew from her pussy with a final, sensual lick. wiping his damp mouth with the back of his hand, he looked up at her.

"let me fuck you, sakura," he said bluntly, his gaze boring into hers as he climbed back up on the bed, pushing her down into the sheets, both scooting back.

equal parts terrified and eager, sakura blurted out "sas-sasuke-kun, i've never... i.... I'M A VIRGIN!"

sasuke simply look at her, blinking. "yeah, me too."

it was a brief moment, but both of them felt a wave of relief wash over them knowing they were just as inexperienced yet yearning for each other.

sasuke reached for the condom in the pocket of his pants, feeling no shame to imply that he came to her room with a purpose. as he tore the wrapped, he ran her through the process. part of it was to turn her on, spoiling what she was going to experience, but another part was to simply reassure himself that he was really about to do it.

as he rolled the rubber on his rehardened cock, his breath fanning over her face, he spoke, "you better be sure, pink. because once i'm inside you, there's no turning back."

he brushed his thumbs over sakura's hip bones, pulling her half onto his lap as the rest of her lay on the bed. he followed, looming over her. he could sense that she was zoning out, ready to let it happen to her.

"one last time, sakura... tell me you want this."

sakura whimpered like a frightened kitten, but nodded.

"use your words, baby," sasuke said softly.

"yes... yes. i... i want this."

his lips curled into a small smirk at her timid acquiescence. he pressed forward, the thick crown of his wet cock running up and down her slit a few times before pushing in, breaching her tight passage with a single, slow thrust.

sakura whimpered in pain, hissing at the tear, her gummy walls clenching instantly, as if to push him out. sasuke groaned, his head falling down.

"fuck... relax... please..."

he remained still, savouring the sensation of deflowering sakura haruno. he stayed buried halfway, till he felt her breathe and slowly loosen up. then with a sharp exhale, sasuke began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained within her before plunging back in, slowly pushing more of his inches inside her. her bed creaked under their momentum.

sakura cried out initially, her hands clawing at his shoulder and bicep as her back arched. his grip on her hips tightened as his cock pumped in and out of her, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room.

"good girl..." he rasped. "let every" thrust "goddam" thrust "man out there" thrust "know who's... fucking you senseless right now."

sakura let out girlish, lewd moans, all of which sasuke devoured, kissing her open mouth frantically, messily. with a particularly brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside, grinding against her cervix.

"shit... you feel me, pink? i'm... balls deep... in you."

sakura whimpered and whined and moaned like a braindead, dumbfucked girl. sasuke gripped her throat, mildly cutting of her air supply.

"fucking take it, you... pathetic little slut," he snarled, his thrusts growing harsher, more punishing. "you're... so mine."

sakura trembled and shook as her orgasm hit her like a train, her staccato moans matching sasuke's erratic pace. he shoved his cock to the root and exploded inside the condom, which he wished didn't exist.

he rode out the aftershocks, still hard as ever. just as he felt sakura's body relax into the bed, he chuckled with sadistic delight as he grabbed her limp body and flipped her over onto her stomach, her sticky ass in his view. with a mean slap, he spanked her ass, watching the flesh jiggle.

"keep those legs spread, whore," his voice dripping with playful disdain. "i'm not done with you yet."

any other day, had someone addressed her that way, sakura would've pummelled that person to the ground, six feet under. but sasuke was her one weakness... her guilty pleasure. she kept her shaking legs steady and parted.

sasuke discarded the condom and tossed it on the floor. he leaned forward, his hands on her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"i only brought one... do you..."

she shook her head.

sasuke let his head fall down on her, his sweaty forehead resting on her shoulder.

"you can... piss it out later, right?" he asked, half ashamed, half pleading.

sakura knew the risks all too well, being a doctor. "yes... but—"

a rare whine escape sasuke's mouth as he murmured in her ear. "please, baby... i still need you... let me... let me fuck you raw. please... please." he went on and on as if he was begging for his life.

sakura sighed, feeling just as needy. "if i end up pregnant, you're dead."

sasuke chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "come on... gotta restore the uchiha clan somehow, right?"

he pulled back, and without pause, gripped her ass and drove his cock back into her, raw, without any layer stopping him from feeling her inside out.

"oh... god..." he groaned as he felt her anew. this position too, allowed him to penetrate even deeper, his balls slapping against her reddened ass with each merciless thrust.

sakura moaned into the mattress, barely holding on, but fucking her hips back into him.

"you love being used like a cheap fucktoy, don't you?" he sneered, his hips snapping forward. "admit it. say yes."

sakura's girlish whines of 'yes' fuelled his ego and his expression twisted into a smirk as her desperate admissions. he continued to pound into her, each stroke designed to claim her.

"that's right, beg for it," he taunted. "beg for my cock to ruin you again."

as if to punctuate his words, sasuke reached around to roughly pinch and twist one of sakura's nipples, adding another layer of agony. her high-pitched whines were music to his ears.

"perfect... i'm gonna keep using you... until you're nothing but a cumdrunk mess, pink."

if heaven ever existed, sakura wished it felt like the exact feeling she was experiencing as sasuke's methodic thrusts stretched her out. but she was just as crazy as her black-haired boy. "h-harder..." she muttered.

a chuckle rumbled in sasuke's chest at her wanton plea. he slammed into her with savageness, the force shaking her entire body.

"you want it harder, slut?" he growled, his hands slapping both the cheeks of her ass before he grabbed her hips tightly, using it for his own gratification. "then take it."

with brutal plunges, sasuke bottomed out inside sakura, his cockhead kissing her cervix as he rammed into her repeatedly.

"i'm going to fill this dirty cunt with so much cum... you'll be leaking for days," he promised. "and then i'll do it again, and again..."

with a roar, he surged forward one last time, burying himself further as both their orgasms crashed over them.

"fuck..." he bellowed, his cock throbbing and pulsing as it emptied its load inside sakura's cunt, his hips twitching with each spurting jet of cum, painting her insides white. when he finally stilled, his spent dick remained lodged inside her, their bodies slick with sweat and copious amounts of fluid.

with a satisfied groan, sasuke pulled out of her, only to immediately smear his cum over her ass. not content to simply leave her dripping pussy untouched, sasuke reached down and plunged two fingers into her depth, scooping up the remnants and bringing them up to his mouth, licking his fingers clean.

"much... fucking better, than that dumb ramen naruto keeps making me eat."

sakura lets out a snort of a laugh into the mattress. with god knows what strength, she gets out of bed, limping to the bathroom, leaving sasuke knelt on the bed in a pool of the mess they made. he manages to wipe himself clean with his own pants. laying against the headrest, he collects his breath, left alone to reflect on what had just happened.

the sound of the toilet flushing jogs him out of his thoughts and he glances at the door, looking at a dishevelled sakura, leaning against the doorframe, shyly looking back at him.

despite the rough treatment he'd put her through, there was an undeniable glow to her post-coital state. with no forethought, sasuke held his hand out to her, a hint of a knowing smile on his face, which only widened into a grin as sakura's face lit up and she trotted to his side, her hand in his.

"not bad for our first time, yeah?"

"call me a whore again and it'll be the first and the last time."

"yes ma'am."