#bottom sasuke

Being with you was a blessing.

Being near you was a blessing.

Even being looked at by you was a privilege.

You were the most untouchable woman Sasuke Uchiha has ever met.

That was his first thought of you as soon as he laid his eyes on you.

Despite the environment, even he knew–

You were fucking breath taking in all the wrong ways.

You would never catch any of the Uchihas going into places such as cheap strip clubs; but they managed to make an exception for Sasuke’s twenty-first birthday. It was Shisui’s idea of course, wishing to cheer Sasuke up from his recent break up. They couldn’t have Sasuke be blue in his twenty first birthday for something as insignificant as a college break-up.

The first thing Sasuke noticed when he walked in was just how irritating the bass was. Despite the current song being a simple Doja Cat round, it still bothered him. Next– the smell. Fuck, it smelled weird. Not straight up horrible, but definitely weird. Cheap cologne, weed, and that last smell was definitely sweat. Sasuke’s nose scrunches up a bit in distaste, to which Shisui chuckles and keeps leading him in, Itachi by Shisui’s side with his hands in his pockets.

Next up; the amount of people.

He couldn’t really say much, honestly. It wasn’t crazy busy. Just a couple men, maybe a dozen? Still, it was busy for a Sunday night. The trio head over to the small booth section in front to the pole dancers. Shisui sits first to the right, then Itachi in the middle and Sasuke on the right side. In front of them was the stage. The waitress notices the brand new trio and heads over.

Shisui’s the one to order for them, a Chilled Jack for Itachi and two vodka sodas for Sasuke and himself. The waitress nods upon seeing the trio didn’t have the X marks on the back of their palms, which the bouncer always marked on under-the-drinking-age minors and heads to get their drinks.

Sasuke looks to the side, not bothering looking at the two girls that were on the stage at the moment. His break up was recent and not even the neon lights nor the music would help relieve his broken heart. Naruto had made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with Sasuke after what happened.

Perhaps it was his fault he was here.

Itachi notices his younger brother was acting more blue than usual, while Shisui was throwing a couple ones at the two strippers, Itachi decides to scroll on his phone.

“Are you here? The person that needs comfort is here.”

He types into his phone, then waits a couple seconds and he sees the typing bubble pop up.

Then.

“Be right there.”

As soon as the song ends, the next girl steps up. A beautiful woman that was the money maker in that sad cheap stripper club. She was the sole reason this club was still up and running.

You knew you had to make an impression to your old friend Itachi. You two had met back in college, you were a sophomore and he was a freshman. He was the one that got you into the club business, so natirally–you owed him a little favor. Shisui was one of your regulars. You did house calls as some wealthy or important men didn’t like to be seen at such..”ghetto” places. Every Friday night, you’d be at the Uchiha estate. Sneaked in by Shisui. It was routine. Room, take off your trench coat, move your hips for him and he would always without a doubt throw a couple fifties and hundreds your way. Never did you ever give Shisui your number nor social media. Even if he begged on his knees. Every single meet up was scheduled by Itachi; the more mature Uchiha.

Matter of fact, you were a private person despite the very public appearance.

So here you are, stepping up to the stage with the confidence every man adored. You wave bye-bye to the girls that were just on stage, letting them know they had done well as they were new. They leave with two baskets half way filled with one’s and five’s– not exactly the money you’d make, but better than most of the others. The girls smile at you while stepping down the stage, eager to count their first round.

“Here you guys go–” The waitress had come back with their drinks. She places them on the small table in front of the trio then walks off to attend to more people. She’d get her tip later, probably. Shisui wolf whistles as you lazily hold onto the pole, slowly walking around it.

This is why you were good–You didn’t have to do much. You didn’t look their way, you didn’t give them attention. They had to earn their way to even get the privilege of eye contact. At least this applied for the more “common” customers. You didn’t mean to judge, but you had learned what defined rich customers were and what didn’t.

The Uchihas were definitely your favorite customers.

They owned Uchiha Technology Advancements.

The patriarch; whom you’ve done research on, was the one to design the modern devices of today. Such as the laptops, phones, tablets, smartwatches–

They were filthy fucking rich.

And Itachi bringing you a new fish?

You were ready to entrap said fish in your net.

As Sasuke reaches for his glass of vodka soda, he finally takes notice of the black heels that were walking the stage. He watches you walk around the pole in that skimpy black dress that does nothing to cover the red thong peeking from underneath the dress, the dress being so tight he could see the way it hugged your breasts just right. Sasuke only glances up for a moment.

That’s all it takes.

The slow drag of your movement, the way you don’t even acknowledge the crowd—it hooks in before he can stop it. His fingers pause around the rim of his glass, grip tightening just enough to give him away.

“Tch.”

Sasuke leans back, exhaling quietly through his nose, trying to ignore the heat settling low in his stomach—unwanted, unwelcome.

Of all things…

He clicks his tongue under his breath, forcing his gaze elsewhere briefly before looking back up at you on that stage. This is exactly the kind of place he shouldn’t have come to. He doesn’t mean to stare.

But holy fuck he just got a boner.

His eyes follow the money that falls to your feet just like that. He then notices most of it is coming from Shisui. “Woo! Go Angler!” Angler is your stripper name, you rarely gave out your real name. It was inspired by the hideous Anglerfish. Despite their appearance, they still had such a beautiful light to hypnotize their prey–Exactly how you were hypnotizing the Uchihas.

Itachi scooches over to the left to get away from Shisui, not wishing to be associated with him right now as multiple men stare at them due to Shisui’s cheering. Then, Itachi bumps into Sasuke’s shoulder, he looks over and realizes his younger brother is entranced by you. The way your hand glides around the pole effortlessly, “Diet Mountain Dew” by Lana del Rey playing through the speakers. In contrast to the songs played by other strippers, yours was meant to be more delicate yet hypnotizing all the same.

He raises an eyebrow as he watches Sasuke’s adam apple bop as he gulps, Sasuke’s eyes locked on how you come to a stop and ask the body guard staff to help you off the stage. You pat the body guard’s shoulder once he helps you hop off the stage with grace. The body guard gets to work as he cleans up the money from the stage to later hand it to you when you’re back in the dressing room with the other ladies. You had been on stage for max a minute and the stage floor was already swarmed with multiple quantity bills.

Your heels click against the tiled floor as you walk over to the Uchihas. Approaching in a manner that's deliberate. Not rushed nor eager, a simple walk filled with confidence. Shisui is the first to notice, grinning from ear to ear as if he’s won the lottery. “She’s expensive, Sasuke.” Itachi warns him, then stands up to greet you properly. Having to walk between Sasuke’s legs and the small table to make it to you.

“Itachi.” You nod, “you finally came.”

You’re the one to bring Itachi into a small embrace, to which he returns and when you pull away, you roll your eyes at Shisui and then smile politely. You weren’t a big fan of him after he tried groping you during a session only to be met with a left hook from you. But still–he was a regular so you had to play nice. Your eyes finally meet Sasuke’s who’s sitting down on the booth, he doesn’t move his gaze from you. He doesn’t smirk like other men who usually do when approached by you. He doesn’t grin. He’s not cocky. If anything, his gaze seems a bit annoyed. You’re immediately intrigued by his lack of interest. Itachi notices his brother’s sudden lack of interest and can only shake his head; he knew damn well that his nonchalant act wouldn’t do him much in a place like this. Sasuke had just been entranced by you and now he was acting like nothing.

Itachi knew it was a farce.

You step closer, stopping just within his space—not touching, not yet. Close enough for him to notice the shift in air, the faint scent of your perfume. “I don’t think I’ve met you,” you say, voice light, but measured. “You must be Sasuke. Itachi told me about you.”

He finally looks at you properly, his eyes avoiding your chest as your nipples peek through the thin fabric of the dress. Dark eyes, sharp and unimpressed—like he’s already decided something about you.

You look over at Itachi, raising an eyebrow as if to say “this the guy?” Itachi nods and you grin in response.

Him

“First time here?” You question Sasuke, to which he sucks his teeth in annoyance.

“Clearly.”

“Come on,” you say, turning slightly, already expecting him to follow. “I’ll show you around.” It’s not a question. Not an invitation. A decision. You take a step—then pause just long enough to glance back at him over your shoulder.

“Unless you’d rather sit here and keep pretending you’re not interested.”

That does it. You don’t wait to see his reaction. You just keep walking, heels clicking against the floor once more as you walk away from the booth. And a second later—you hear him stand.

“That should have been meee-uhh!” Shisui whines to which Itachi can only chuckle and take him away to the bar to drink up some more. To wait for Sasuke to come back, though Itachi knew it’ll take a while.

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“And this is the VIP room.” You had given Sasuke a tour of the strip club. There wasn’t much to show. Just the restrooms where glory holes took place, the dressing rooms, though they didn’t go in for obvious reasons, and finally the VIP rooms.

The VIP room consisted of an L shaped leather couch, a small table in front, and a platform with a pole in the middle. Sasuke only nods, his hands on his pockets as he scans the room. Then when he looks back down at you, he realizes you had walked over to the mini fridge behind the couch.

He traces your figure as you bend down to grab the champagne bottle from the mini fridge then two cups from on top of the fridge itself. You then stand back up and nod over to the couch. He hesitates for a second, looking at the curtain behind him before closing the curtain to prevent anyone from seeing in. He steps over to the couch and sits on the far right side. You can only hold in a laugh as you stay in the middle.

“I don’t bite.”

You tell him, pouring the fizzing champagne onto the glasses after putting them on top of the table in front of you with a soft clink.

“First cup on the house.”

You walk over and hand him the cup of champagne to which he mumbles a small thanks, his fingers grazing yours ever so slightly as you hand it over.

You then leave the bottle behind after pouring yourself a glass of champagne and you sit next to him, but keeping your distance as you notice he is slightly uncomfortable. “So? What are your thoughts on the club?” You take a sip of the champagne, moving your hair behind your shoulder.

“Messy.”

You chuckle and rest the glass lightly against your thigh.

“Yeah, it’s not exactly the most luxurious.” The silence that follows after isn’t awkward due to the music playing in the background as the next group of girls had gone onto the stage.

“So, why are you here tonight?” You swirl the champagne glass lightly, watching the liquid circle as you do so. The dim lighting inside the room still being bright enough to be able to see the fizz on top. "I don’t think that’s relevant. Nor your business.” He remarks, gulping down the champagne in one go. You can only snicker as he puts the cup on top of the table in front of you two.

“Maybe not my business, but it’s definitely relevant. Tell me, what brought you here?” Sasuke doesn’t know if it’s the insistance you have or the alcohol, he was a light weight after all, but he tells you anyways. “My ex boyfriend broke up with me.”

He looks down at his hands that are placed on his lap as he tells you this. This revelation makes you raise an eyebrow and finally look towards him.

“I’m sorry to hear that. May I ask why?”

You scooch a bit closer to him which he notices but doesn’t bring it up. You take another sip of the champagne. “He said I didn’t love him publicly enough. Whatever that means.” He grits his teeth, clenching his fist at the memory of Naruto dumping him in the middle of mid-terms.

You stay quiet for a second then sigh, leaving the glass on the table as well. “Sometimes..people don’t want love.” You start, looking forward with your chin held high. Perhaps you were talking from experience. Maybe you weren’t. Who knows? “People want proof of love rather than love itself. But proof always looks different–depending on who’s asking.” You shrug, gently placing your hand on top of his thigh. “If you wish, I could ease your pain. Even if it’s for one night.”

Truthfully, you weren’t one to hook up with anyone. But something about Sasuke intrigued you. Perhaps it was his looks. Or the fact he was your type. Or maybe it was just pity? Who knew. Sure as fuck you didn’t.

Actually–yes you did.

You gold digger.

For a moment, Sasuke looks down at the manicured hand that was on his thigh. “You haven’t even told me your name, and you expect me to use you to fuck my sadness away?” He snarls, almost offended by the sudden act.

Yet he didn’t pull away–Instead, he looks at you. Really looks at you. Wanting to know if it was pity or if you were just a slut.

Yet he didn’t see any of those.

He just…saw you. A woman.

“It’s [Real Name].”

And with that, you closed the distance between you two. Your glossy lips softly grazing his own.

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After a couple of minutes, you are on top of him –straddling his lap as he sits back against the couch. His hands travel down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze that causes the fabric of the dress to rise and expose the thin thong you were using for the night. You moan softly into his lips as you two were currently making out. You roll your hips with his, grinding into his pelvis. This causes both a groan out of his throat and for his pants to tighten in such an uncomfortable way it has him almost whimpering. The tent inside his jeans grind against your clothed cunt as you grind into his own some more. You can only grin at this, knowing you were the cause of said boner.

You move your lips from his own to work on to his jawline, attending to it as you kiss down his jawline and onto the skin of his neck. As you gently lick the flesh, you suddenly feel a harsh smack against your left ass cheek which makes you yelp and pull away, lightly glaring at his eyes.

“No hickeys.”

His eyes glare into yours as well, to which you can only scoff at his pathetic attempt to intimidate you.

“I wasn’t leaving any–”

You roll your eyes at his accusation, your fingers playing with the bottom hem of his shirt. You take the shirt off him, his arms come up as you fully remove it over his head. You then gently toss it to the side, ensuring it stays on the couch and doesn’t fall to the most likely sticky floor. Your hoop earrings move alongside you as you tilt your head to the side a bit. Mainly in curiosity at his tatted skin.

“Interesting ink choice.”

He had his own last name on the left side of his chest along with a crest. Literally the Uchiha Technology Advancements logo. No way the Uchihas were that narcissistic as for the younger Uchiha to tattoo both the last name and business logo.

“As if you have any better.”

“I do.”

You shrug, tracing your index finger against his pale skin, gently tracing the logo in the process, grinning as he lightly shivers at the contact. Goosebumps–you recognize.Sasuke narrows his eyes at you, wondering if it was true. Did you have better tattoos?

“Show me.”

“Mm, you’ll see it later. What’s the rush?”

This throws Sasuke off guard a bit. He knew this would escalate to a hook up. But he didn’t think you’d be bold enough to admit it.

“Yeah?”

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And he did see it.

When you were in doggy style against the couch, Sasuke pounding into that pretty puffy pussy of yours from behind. Sasuke can only groan at the sight before him. You, on the couch, a beautiful succubus tramp stamp on your lower back along with two back dermals that helped the tattoo stand out even more. Your ass shakes for him every time he thrusted into you, and the dim purple lighting really did you justice. Your skin was practically glowing underneath said dim lighting.

His hand digs onto your skill, grips your hair, and as a result, your back arches and your head is forced back by the sudden yank. You keep making those lewd noises he was beginning to chase, looking over your shoulder with half-lidded eyes. You see him bite his lower lip further as one hand is in between your locks of hair and the other is gripping your ass, sure to leave a hand print sized bruise on you. Your garments were discarded on the floor, the only things you had on were your hoop earrings and your six inch stripper heels.

Your hands clutch the sides of the couch, your pussy juices dripping down onto the leather couch with every thrust Sasuke took from behind. As you stayed in that position, you could admire a glance of Sasuke himself. His chest glistened with sweat, his arms had slight muscles to them which were flexing as he had a grip on your hair–

It was just a sweet sight for you as you were a sight to him.

He then lets go of your hair with a harsh push, opting to grab onto your hips with both hands as he keeps going.

“Oh my gosh that feels sososo good–” you almost drool at how his tip kept grazing your cervix, truthfully it was almost painful, but fuck the pleasure was overwhelming. “Keep going–” You say in between gritted teeth, your mascara running down your cheeks as your eyes had been watery earlier from gagging on his cock multiple times. He had mouthfucked you so good you were sure to lose your voice. Your throat almost entirely sore from his girth.

Sasuke obeys you regardless, flipping you over so you’re on your back on that leather couch. You can only let out a squeak as Sasuke places a hand behind your thigh, bringing it to your own shoulder as he slides inside of you again. You throw your head back upon feeling full once again, he has to dodge your high heel when you attempt to spread your legs as your left leg is against the couch cushion and your right on your shoulder.

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

You coo at him as you caress his cheek. You look down just in time to see him pull out and back in with one harsh thrust. He then leans over your body, hand still underneath your thigh while the other is on the couch arm, gripping it tightly as he starts to thrust into you over and over again. No mercy, letting hips hips hit yours as his balls hit your skin over and over.

“Yeah?”

Sasuke didn’t think he’d be one for praise kinks or anything of the sorts. But an older woman praising him? A woman like YOU praising him? It drove him to the edge.

He leans his head down and immediately meets your lips, half lidded eyes looking into yours as you sloppily kiss him back. Tongues immediately swirling around one another. You then do something no woman has ever done to him; you suck his tongue. You grin upon seeing his eyes widen and you close yours, sucking for a couple seconds before his pace picks up and then–

Now its YOUR turn to be surprised.

With one loud groan, he pulls away from the kiss and you feel hot ropes of cum gushing into your pussy.

Deeply.

Perhaps it was dumb to not wear a condom, but Sasuke didn’t expect to fuck a stripper tonight on his twenty-first birthday.

And you sure as fuck were not expecting to fuck a guy you just met.

Sure he was rich, but baby trapping him?

Wait.

That’s actually a good idea.

You bite your lower lip and softly gasp as he pulls out. He immediately sits back against the couch, his chest rising and lowering as he catches his breath. Then, he raises an eyebrow upon hearing you laugh.

You’re still laying on your back, letting your leg lower and fall on the side of the couch as you laugh. “What?” He asks in between breaths.

“Baby, your older brother told me you were a little womanizer–”You then sit up, kicking the heels off and letting them fall to the floor with a clunk. You move your bangs back with your right hand, fixing your hair as it was sure to be a mess.

“Yet you can’t fully satisfy a woman?”

You were mocking him as he hadn’t made you cum just yet–You look down in between his legs and see he’s half hard now due to his climax. Sasuke can only scoff at your words.

“I’ve satisfied women before–”

“No, you haven’t.”

His eyes follow you as you crawl over to him and straddle his lap, your back facing his chest, raising an eyebrow once again as you hover his cock. Your pussy juices mixed with his cum dripping down onto it.

“Girls, maybe. But not a woman like me.” You remind him, placing your hands on his thighs to then lower yourself onto his cock. His hands immediately go to your hips, trying to stop you with a wince as his cock was sensitive.

“F–Fuck-”He whines, gripping your hips tightly as you proceed regardless. You move your hair in front of your shoulder and begin to ride him, not giving him mercy either as you go. “Red’s your safe word. Use it and I’m off.” You only smirk upon looking behind your shoulder and noticing he wasn’t saying it. His eyes were staring at your ass. You proceeded to move up and down, using his thighs as support as you go.

Then–

The curtain opens and the room is immediately lit up with the red LED lights from the club. You can only glare at those that had came in. Shisui and Itachi stood there for a fat second; you also notice a slightly shorter person next to them. A blonde one. You reach over without pulling Sasuke’s dick off you and you grab your heel from the floor. “What the fuck–”

The blonde speaks, to which you chuck your heel at. Hitting him right on his nose. Damn. You had good aim.

He winces- “FUCK–"

He holds his now bleeding nose to which Shisui wolf whistles at the sight of you fucking Sasuke. Itachi only shakes his head and closes the curtain in one swift movement.

“What the fuck–” Now its Sasuke’s turn as he processes what had just happened , seeing the shadows of the people that are standing outside the curtain. “Naruto pulled up, apparently he still has your location–”

You hear Shisui’s voice. To which you roll your eyes and fix yourself to instead face Sasuke as you continue where you left off. Your breasts on his face practically as you rode him– He whines as your pussy engulfs him, this time opting to squeeze your ass as you move. Fuck he was so sensitive and with the way you kept moving–

“A stripper? Really?” Naruto asks from the other side of the curtain, balling up his fist before Shisui attempts to pull him away. You keep going regardless, feeling Sasuke’s tongue around your nipple then he sucks on it, moaning into your chest as you roll your hips.

“Sasuke.”

You purposely whine his name loudly, throwing your head back and arching your back as you pick up the pace. Then, Sasuke lets go of your nipple with a pop and places his hands on your waist as he begins to thrust into you from below. He keeps jerking his hips upward, feeling his release start to build up. Maybe it was his face that focused solely on the curtain behind your body, or the fact that you could hear a small sob behind the curtain, regardless, it was all turning you on way too much.

Fucking psychopathic bitch.

“I’m close–” You announce–noticing the shadows walking away this time around. Sasuke averts his gaze from the curtains and finally looks into your eyes. You push his sweaty bangs away from his face, smiling so tenderly for the first time as you can practically see his sorrow. You can only guess that Naruto boy was his ex. Would Sasuke regret treating him like that? Maybe.

Maybe not.

It was all the same to you.

You reach down and begin to rub your clit in circles, driving yourself closer to the edge. Finally, you lean forward and bite onto Sasuke’s shoulders as you cum all over his dick. Your insides clench around Sasuke’s cock as a clear liquid gushes from your pussy and onto his lap and drips down to the leather couch. That would be a bitch to clean later. With one last thrust, he empties himself inside of you again, pretty moans leaving his lips as he slows down the pace before it comes to a stop.

You break eye contact with him after a bit and get off him once he’s done cumming inside of you. You sit down next to him on that couch and side eye his figure as he slumps forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands being brought up to his own face as he realizes what he’s done. You both don’t say anything for a while. Staying on that disgusting leather couch for a while longer.

Until finally, a song in the background plays. One that’s so familiar to both you and him. BAS by Megan Thee Stallion. You finally snort as the irony is placed into the VIP room. Sasuke slowly removes his hands from his face and looks at you as you laugh. Truly laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” He asks, his eyes following you once again as you get off the couch and start dressing yourself in such a nonchalant way it pissed him off.

“Irony.”

You simply say, pulling down your dress as you fix yourself. You then put on your heels last and look down at him as he’s still on the couch. Your lips contort to a small smirk, “happy birthday.” With that, you walk out the VIP room, leaving him in his thoughts.

He’s never been on this side of things, never been the one to be left behind wanting more. Never been the one crying as he knew this was it. Perhaps it was his karma for Karin, Sakura, fuck maybe it was for Naruto? Who knows? He sure as fuck doesn’t like the feeling on his chest as he looks down at the many missed calls and text messages from his ex boyfriend.