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the living room lights hummed, casting a jaundiced glow on the faded floral couch. sasuke sat there, his spine a rigid line against the cushions. his thumb scrolled mindlessly through his phone, the screen light carving sharp planes into his face.
her bedroom door finally creaked open.
the rhythm of her footsteps changed. a new slide to her stride. he didn't have to look up to know she was wearing those boots. the ones that made her calves taut and forced her hips into a sway.
then she appeared in the doorway.
sasuke's thumb froze on the screen. the light from his phone died, plunging half his face back into shadow. he let it drop to the couch beside him.
she was dressed up, as a mouse.
it was less of an actual costume that someone would wear to go trick or treating.
instead, she wore a grey, velvety bikini top that barely cupped the swell of her breasts, the pink shadow of her areolas peeking from the frilled edges. a matching thong sat high on her hips, a flimsy, tufted tail of wire and grey fluff dangling just above the curve of her ass, tickling the tops of her thighs.
she had on grey thigh highs, held up by a garter belt. completing the look and perched on her head was a headband with two round, grey ears.
"so?" she asked, her voice light, airy. she did a little spin, the fluff tail swishing with the movement. "whaddya think?”
“where are you going dressed up like that?” sasuke said abruptly, swallowing the saliva that begun to form.
“to ino’s halloween party, duh! i’ve been telling you about it all week sasuke.”
oh, that party, sasuke thought miserably.
he had remembered sakura mentioning how it’d be an all girls party, so there’d be no chance in him tagging along.
“you should probably put a jacket on.” or better yet, change. he thought bitterly, but he was working on not being too controlling.
“it’s not that cold outside, but I’ll totally make sure to keep a jacket just in case!”
before leaving, she grabbed her keys and pressed a kiss onto sasuke’s lips.
“i’ll be back by 9. promise,” she whispered, her forehead on his.
he blushed shyly, not meeting her eyes. then the the front door clicked shut. the silence rushed back in, heavier than before. he already began to miss her, and the lingering scent of her perfume didn’t make it any better.
two o'clock rolled in. it’s been five hours since she was supposed to come back home. thank goodness her parents and his parents were away a business trip together, because by now his parents and brother would be blowing up his phone threatening him to come back home.
in those long five hours, he had spent pacing back and forth and texting her relentlessly with no answer.
the thought of ino grinding against her and kissing all over her neck, made him furiously sick. he was so lost in thought that he almost didn't hear the fumbling of keys.
the front door creaked open, then slammed shut with a drunken lack of care. sakura stumbled into the living room, giggling to herself, the delicate mouse ears askew on her pink hair. the grey bikini top was skewed, revealing a sliver more of her breast. her makeup was a smudged mess of black eyeliner and mascara.
sasuke sat up on the couch, the light from his phone screen illuminating the sharp angles of his face and the glint of metal in his piercings.
“you’re late.” he stated, his voice flat and cold.
“ohmygod, sasuke-kun! you scared me!” she slurred, attempting a playful pout that came off as a sloppy grimace.
”did you drive?” he asked.
”nooooo, ino, she drove me home.”
“i missed you sooooooo much..” she took a wobbly step toward him, her thighs brushing together. “the party was… was so much fun. you should’ve—”
“shut up.”
her drunken smile faltered. she blinked, her eyes slowly focusing on him.
“what?”
“i said shut up.” he stood up slowly.
“you said you’d be home by 9. do you know what time it is?”
“its 9 something, i dunno..”
“it’s 2 in the morning, sakura.”
“i, um, must’ve lost track of time..” she mumbled, looking down at her bare feet on the carpet.
“i blew up your phone.”
“my what?”
“your phone.” he took a step forward, then another, closing the distance between them until he was towering over her.
the scent of vodka and fruity cocktails clung to her skin. “did you even think to look at it? or were you too busy having fun without me?”
“i told you it was a girls only party,” she whined, sounding like a petulant child, she still wasn’t looking at him. “i couldn't have taken you even if i wanted to..”
“why couldn’t you answer your phone?”
“my notifications were silent..”
“and i’m supposed to believe that?”
she nodded, blushing at the intensity of his stare. she knew he was angry.
he reached out to grip her chin, forcing her head up. his thumb pressed hard into the soft flesh just below her lip ring.
“look at me when i’m talking to you.” she still didn’t look at him, her eyes wandering everywhere besides his own.
words felt irrelevant. so instead, he acted.
he grabbed her wrist, his grip like iron, and pulled her stumbling toward the bedroom. she let out a small, surprised squeak, her body pliant and loose from the alcohol.
“sasuke-kun?”
he didn't answer. he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them, the sound echoing in the small space. the only light came from the streetlamp outside.
he shoved her onto the bed, and she landed with a soft bounce, the flimsy tail of her costume quivering. before she could scramble up, he was on her, straddling her hips, pinning her down with his weight. one hand tangled in her pink hair, yanking her head back to expose the long, vulnerable line of her throat.
“you like this, don’t you?” he breathed, the dermals under his lip brushing against her skin.
his other hand went to the flimsy bikini top. he didn't bother untying it, so with a sharp, angry tug, he ripped the grey fabric, the tearing sound loud in the quiet room. her breasts spilled out, the nipples already beaded into tight points from the sudden exposure and the chill of the air.
“yes! yes! pleasepleasepleaseee-“
she was babbling, a stream of nonsense that was cut short when he bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. he bit down, a sharp sting that made her cry out, her back arching off the bed. he rolled the sensitive bud between his teeth, flicking it with the silver bar of his tongue ring. his free hand went to the other nipple, twisting and pulling until it was a swollen, aching peak.
she moaned, her hands finding purchase in his black hair, holding him to her. the pain was exquisite, a sharp counterpoint to the throbbing heat building between her legs. she ground her hips up against him, seeking friction, any relief from the ache he was stoking.
“already so wet for me. did you get this worked up at your little party?”
his fingers found her clit, swollen and slick.
“maybe-“ she gasped, her hips bucking as he rubbed tight, fast circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“liar.” he shoved two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just so, hitting the perfect spot. he pumped them in and out, the lewd, wet sounds filling the room.
”yes! yes! i did,” she gasped out again.
“look at how greedy she is,” he said condescending, pulling back to watch his fingers disappear inside her. “she wants more, doesn’t she?”
“yes!” she keened, her head thrashing against the pillows.
he added a third finger, stretching her, the stretch a delicious burn. he brought his other hand to her clit, working her relentlessly, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“you wanna?”
she gave him a jerky nod
“i can’t hear you.”
“yes! yes! please just-“
he pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving her empty and aching. a sob of frustration tore from her throat.
“i said i was soorrryyyy..” she slurred
he ignored her whining and began to unzip his jeans, yanking them and his boxers down to his knees. he was thick and hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with precum. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, his eyes locked on her face, watching her desperation build.
he didn’t give her the satisfaction of having him inside her. yet. instead, he took himself in hand and rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen clit, teasing her, sliding through her wetness. she whimpered, her hips rising to meet him, trying to take him in.
“patience,” he said, his voice a low, gentle command.
he lined himself up and thrust into her in one smooth motion. he buried himself to the hilt, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as he filled her completely. he stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust to the overwhelming stretch, before he started to move.
the feeling of her silky insides made him roll his eyes. he grabbed onto her hips, pulling her onto him as he thrust inside. the room was filled with her whines and the slapping of their skin. sasuke looked down and watched himself disappear in and out of her over and over.
“look at me,” he snarled, yanking her head up by her hair. her green eyes, glazed and unfocused with pleasure, fluttered open to meet his.
“this is so embarrassiinngg!” she squealed out, turning her head to the side out of habit, but quickly turning back to face him again.
“atta girl,” he praised. she let out a low happy giggle.
“who do you belong to?” he asked suddenly, purposefully quickening his pace.
“you!” she cried out, the sudden speed being all too much. her hands began scrabbling at the sheets. “i belong to you!”
“who’s you?” he asked her condescendingly.
“it’s you, sasuke-kun, it’s you!” she yelled out in response.
he grunted in satisfaction, pounding into her harder. he let go of her hair to grab her legs, pushing them back until her knees were almost to her ears. this new angle allowed him to go deeper, and each thrust hit a spot inside her that made her see stars.
“i’m so clooseee!” she mewled.
“not yet,” he grunted, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.
he repeated this motion over and over, teasing her until she was sobbing beneath him. her entire body was taut as a bowstring, trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm.
she begged, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
he ignored her pleas, focusing only on the wet heat gripping him, the way her body yielded to his. he could feel his own release building, a tight coil in his stomach.
with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and came, spilling himself into her with a moan. the feeling of him pulsing inside her was enough to send her over the edge, and she followed him with a scream, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm.
“lay on your stomach.” he ordered breathlessly as he pulled out, watching a trickle of his cum drip out of her.
she whimpered but obliged, her muscles protesting as she rolled over. the sheets were cool against her overheated skin, and she felt every muscle in her body screaming in protest. he wasn't done with her yet.
she buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries as he entered her again from behind.
this position was different, slightly deeper than before. he reached around to rub her clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through her wetness. he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against her ass, the force of his thrusts pushing her deeper into the mattress.
“you’re so good,” he grunted, his other hand gripping her hip so tightly she knew she’d have a bruise in the morning. “taking me so well.”
her body hummed with pleasure. she clenched around him, her orgasm washing over her in waves. he followed a moment later, spilling into her for a second time.
she was shaking and breathing furiously now, aching and sore.
“stand up.”
her legs wobbled in protest when she did. sasuke lifted one of her legs up, his cum leaking out and spilling on the floor, making a plat plat sound. he held her thigh against his hip and pushed back into her.
he watched her face intently, as he thrusted in and out. his pace had slowed, now deep and deliberate. the change in rhythm was dizzying. her head fell back against his shoulder, her body limp and pliant in his arms. then, he switched back to his fast pace. the lewd squelching sounds of him rutting into her were loud. his balls smacking furiously against her clit.
“say you’re sorry again,” he demanded, his lips against her ear.
“i’m sorry! i’m so sorry, sasuke-kun!” she cried, her voice hoarse.
“for?”
“for being late! for not answering your texts!”
“what else?”
“for, um,” she tried finishing
“for dressing like a slut and not thinking about how that would make me feel.” he finished for her, his words dripping with venom.
“yes! yes! for that too!” she sobbed.
“hmph,”
he flexed her leg up higher, until she couldn’t stretch any higher, and continued his aggressive pace. a sharp cry escaped her lips, and her vision swam with black spots. he was too deep. the line between pleasure and pain was blurring.
finally, he finished, pulling out with a wet sound. she whined at the loss and at the feeling of his cum trickling down her thigh. he helped her sit on the bed.
“say aaahh,”
she did as she was told, closing her eyes. sasuke gave himself a few firm pumps, and with a groan, he came, painting her face with thick ropes of cum. it landed all over her face and hair.
he caressed her cheek, smearing his seed on the area. “don’t do that again.”