#uchiha x reader

His thumb brushed against your clit in maddening circles that made your brain turn into utter mush. You knew he was teasing you, just testing  you to see how much you were able to take for the night.

"Sasuke-" you gasp, your hand launching down to his wrist when your pussy was beginning to feel more and more sensitive.  Your hips roll into his hand, wanting to inch closer to him. "Please, I'm so close- Don't stop, please-" 

Your pleas only earned you a slow blink, his lips parting slightly before he gives a slow strip with his tongue agasint your clit. In response, you desperately clamp your thighs together, but Sasuke's elbow and shoulders make that completely impossible for you to do so. 

The quick addition of his tongue had the coil inside you on the verge of snapping, just before you could reach your breaking point, Sasuke stopped. His fingers slowly leave your soaked cunt, leaving you to clench around nothing. 

A broken whimper leaves your mouth at his actions. A faint smirk rose on Sasuke's lips as he watched you in such a desperate and needy state. "You're so pathetic," he mutters under his breath before leaving a trail of kisses from your knee up your inner thigh, slightly sucking. 

"Sasuke," you said, breathlessly, and there was no kidding, you were annoyed. "Why did you do that?"

Instead of answering, he brought his slick fingers to your lips. "Open."

Your lips parted without thinking, and he slid them into your mouth. You moaned around them as you taste yourself on his fingers. Though it only made the slick in between your thighs worse, feeling his fingers press hard agasint your tongue, and so deep you felt you were almost about to gag.  

When he finally pulled his fingers free, he crashed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his tongue claiming you in a way that had your body arching into his. And then, without warning, he slid inside you in one slow, deliberate thrust.

The stretch forced a sharp gasp out of you, your body already so sensitive you thought you'd shatter. He filled you perfectly, every inch heavy and hot as he bottomed out.

You thought relief would come and thought he'd finally let go. But then his hand clamped down on your hip, keeping you still. His mouth hovered by your ear.

"Don't move," he said lowly while he proceeded to nibble hard on the shell of your ear, causing you to let out a pained whimper. 

Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing, begging for friction, but he didn't move. He just stayed there, buried deep and throbbing inside you, the smallest shift of his body making you whimper. You tried to buck your hips desperately, but his grip tightened.

"I said don't," he repeats.

"Sasuke-" your plea was cut off as he gave a hard and sharp thrust before not moving once more.

"Be a good girl and listen," Sasuke repeats, gazing down at you with a sharingan eye before igniting a heavy and deep kiss with you. 

Minutes passed, and your thighs were trembling as well as your sweat slicked your skin. Your body clenched and fluttered around him, aching for release, but he gave you nothing.

By the time he finally moved, your body was wrecked with need. He pulled out agonizingly slow, then slammed back into you in one brutal thrust.

You moaned loud, nails dragging down his back, legs locking around his waist. But just when the edge built up again, just when your vision started to blur, he stilled, AGAIN. Your sob cracked the air.

"Sasuke, please, I'm begging you, I need to-"

His lips brushed your jaw. "Not yet."

The pattern repeated. He fucked you in relentless, punishing thrusts until you were sobbing, begging, right on the edge before he stopped. Again. And again.

By the third time, tears streaked your face, your throat raw from begging. By the fifth, you were a trembling mess beneath him, reduced to sobs and gasps, your body shaking uncontrollably with the need he kept denying.

Your voice was hoarse when you finally broke. "Sasuke, I can't- I can't anymore, I need it, I'll do anything, please-"

That finally drew a reaction. His hand slid up, fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. His Sharingan burned red, spinning lazily as he took in your ruined face.

"Good," he murmured. "That's exactly how I want you. You're doing so good for me, pretty."

Then he slammed into you again, this time not stopping. His thrusts were deep, pressing agasint your cervix, his mouth covering your cries with a punishing kiss. The orgasm ripped through you violently, so strong it hurt, your scream muffled against his lips as your body convulsed beneath him.

But Sasuke didn't stop, even as you sobbed through your high, even as your body was trembling in overstimulation, he just kept going and going. When he finally spilled inside you, his release was heavy, filling you until it dripped down your thighs. His body slumped against yours, chest heaving, his lips brushing your temple.

"I told you, you can handle it," he rasps. 

Your body was limp against the futon, chest heaving, tears streaking down your flushed cheeks. You thought, naively, that he'd be satisfied after the way he'd already destroyed you. But Sasuke wasn't done.

His arm wrapped around you as he pulled you upright, settling back against the futon with you straddling his lap. You whimpered, trembling as his cock, still hard, slid against your slick folds, dripping with both your cum.

"Sasuke- I can't, I can't anymore-"

His hand threaded into your hair, tugging your head back so your watery eyes met his.

"You can and you will, be good for me."

Before you could argue, he lifted you and sank you down onto him again. The stretch made you choke out a sob, your hands clutching his shoulders as he filled you to the brim. Your walls fluttered violently around him sensitively.

You tried to move, desperate for friction, for anything, but his hands gripped your hips hard, pinning you in place. He leaned close, his breath hot against your ear.

"Please- I'll do anything, I'll say anything- Sasuke, please, I need it, I need you-"

His hand gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His eyes locked on yours before he said, "Then say it."

Your lips trembled. "What-?"

"How much do you need me?" he replies with a smirk.

You swallowed hard, tears streaking hot down your face. "So much," you whimpered. "I need you so much, Sasuke, please- please, I'll be good, I'll do anything, just-"

His smirk was faint, cruel satisfaction curling at his lips. "Again."

"I need you, please," you sobbed, louder this time, clenching desperately around him. "So badly,  Sasuke, only you can do this to me-"

That was what he wanted.

His hands finally guided your hips, forcing you to ride him, grinding down onto him over and over until you were gasping and coming apart violently around him. The orgasm ripped through you so hard you moaned into his shoulder, your nails dragging down his back and your body convulsing in his lap.

He fucked you through it, thrusting up into you until his own release spilled hot inside you, mixing with yours, overflowing down your thighs. His mouth claimed yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your sobs.

"There we go, such a good girl," he murmured agasint your hair, "Sorry if I hurt you too badly."

"Bath?" you ask after giving him a soft kiss, and he hums in agreement.

Do not copy, steal, modify, use for ai, translate, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

catboy sasuke who wakes you up one night with his face buried in the crook of your neck, body too hot and hips rutting into you. the bell of his collar ringing with every clumsy thrust that sends the bed shaking.

“s-sasuke? what are you doing? are you okay?” you’re barely lucid with the groggy edge dragging from your words. but you know this isn’t like him—to hover over you with drool dripping from his plump lips.

“y/n—help me,” there’s a layer of restrain when he speaks, his sweat-glazed forehead presses against your jaw, canine barely breaking skin as he gently grazes his teeth over your jugular. “I feel so sick.”

“of course, I’ll help you! I’ll do anything.”

catboy sasuke with his decades worth of suppression shattered with the wave of his first heat—the dizzy urge to breed overwhelming his senses. he’s tired of one sidedly being yours. he wants—no, he needs you to be his as well. to have you claimed and marked with his scent, to have you branded with him inside out.

and you promised you’d help, right? even if helping means having your back arched and toe curl at the way he stuffs his cock deep inside your weeping cunt. even if it means you’re screaming his name as you squirt all over yourself. even if it means to have your womb drip white with his cum, his fat knot swelling in you as he kisses your tears away.

Good night, my love

Hatake Kakashi

📖​Kakashi may be an esteemed jonin amongst his village but that level of fame has not been simply handed to him. It has been only given after many obstacles and dead bodies, with invisible blood that still clings to him so many years later. He's a role model. Many wish to one day become just like him. Normally Kakashi can only give those young people a tired close-eyed grin. Deep down though? He would want nothing more than to prevent everyone from going down the same trauma-riddled road he walked on. His father. Obito. Rin. Minato. Kushina. Faces of people whoses names he doesn't remember but is still able to recall the sight of dull eyes and the feeling of warm blood staining his hands. It haunts him when he is awake and it takes over whenever he closes his eyes. Nightmares are a constant. Time doesn't heal the wounds of a heart. Instead it merely teaches him to deal with the sins of his past quieter in ways that don't allow the enemy to target them for the weaknesses they are in battles. Sometimes though he still wakes up, covered in cold sweat, nauseous and with shaking hands covered in blood only he can see. Sometimes he spends minutes trying to wash it off.

📖​Then one day he isn't alone anymore. Not in his life. Not in his bed. Not in his nightmares. Suddenly he has you in his life. Yes, the details may very well point at him having used some backhanded methods which may still feed your resentment against him but Kakashi honestly doesn't care. You may hate him all you want as long as you do it whilst being very alive and mad. Death has gotten too many people he dared to love so obviously he is extremely paranoid. It's that paranoia of losing you too that leads his mind to torment him on some night. Suddenly it is your dead body in those dreams and it's your blood coating his hands. The nightmares are intense the first few weeks as his mind is turning the guilt he quietly harbors into punishment. What makes him think after all that after all his sin and failures he deserves you safe and sound in his bed? You don't notice. Not because you are oblivious but because Kakashi doesn't let you notice his pain. Instead he lays awake next to your form, covered in cold sweat and the image of your dead body embedded in his vision. You always wonder why the next morning his hands hover, constantly searching for your warmth and a pulse to prove that you aren't dead.

📖​It takes months to fix his sleep schedule. You don't know how he has survived this far with less than 3 hours of sleep on most night. Once Kakashi awakes from a nightmare, he doesn't go back to sleep. Not when it is dark and quiet and he is all alone with no one to stop the guilt from quietly wrecking him. Only that now he isn't alone anymore. He has you. And as much as you may still hate him at times, his nightmares are terrifying because they ruin your perception of him being just an asshole. No, instead he just has to be an asshole with a heavy load of trauma. So you offer to help even if you do not know how to do. What you are unaware of is that honestly being still alive is more than Kakashi dares to ask for. His sense of smell is particularly high and he memorises different scents well. It is a curse more than it is a blessing at times when his brain is somehow able to conjure up the scent of death even in his nightmares to the point the scent lingers even when he wakes up. That is where your own scent becomes a prevention against nightmares and the reason why Kakashi buries his face always into your collarbone or neck so that the stench of death is overshadowed by your fragrance.

📖​His nightmares lessen as Kakashi surrounds himself in your scent and always clutches you tightly against his own body when he sleeps, picking up even in dreams on your heartbeat and warmth. The nightmares don't disappear completely but whenever he does wake up from them, he can at least soothe himself by having you by his side. That is why missions away from you soon become a new kind of torture. Suddenly all that comfort is stripped away from Kakashi and he is right back to square one. The nightmares return and the panic only worsens when he wakes up from them only to then feel the next spike of cold dread when his senses are unable to pick up on you. There's no warmth. No heartbeat. No comforting scent surrounding him. There's nothing and it is that nothingness that quietly breaks him. He doesn't show it. Obviously he doesn't. The mission comes first. But it quietly hollows him out and by the time he finally returns to his house, he is exhausted in soul and heart more than in body. So the first thing you usually find yourself doing when he returns is serve as a comfort pillow for a man who almost immediately dozes off the moment he can pick up on your scent again.

Uchiha Obito

🔥​Once upon a time Obito used to have bright dreams. Hopeful dreams. Even after half of his body had been crushed. Even after he had lost one of his eyes. Even whilst he was stuck in a cave with Madara and Zetsu. Even then Obito still held on to his hopes and dreams, envisioning his return to the Leaf Village and reuniting with Kakashi, Rin and his teacher. Protecting the Leaf Village and becoming one day the new Hokage. Only for all of those in hindsight childish and naive dreams to be shattered on the very night he bears witness to his best friend killing his first love. He isn't able to recall what happens after Kakashi faints. What he can recall even after so many years though is the rage that exploded out of him in that moment, tearing through every fiber of his body until that young boy from the Leaf Village burned with it for that boy too became a victim of that rage that destroyed everything. That wrath follows Obito forever after, returning full force every time he awakes from nightmares that split his head and claw a deeper hole into his chest. It explodes out of him as soon as his eyes open, forcing to lash out on his surroundings and to eventually forget sleep altogether.

🔥​In the face of a greater vision sleep becomes irrelevant to Obito. A part of him still fears what he knows will haunt him if he were to even attempt falling asleep again. It is a forgotten concept until he finds you. For the first time in years his pessimistic and jaded outlook on the world changes. To Obito you are the last mercy this rotten world has created and it is his paranoia that leads him to rip you away from your life, no matter if it was cruel or kind to you. Peace and kindness are only an illusion after all and before the world can bear its fangs and shred you to pieces, he abducts you to preserve you and keep you safe. You need sleep. No matter how many hours you scream, cry and beg for him to let you leave, eventually exhaustion overtakes your body and then Obito bears witness to the sight of you asleep. Perhaps he is a bit deranged for spending hours standing over your sleeping form or sitting down on the edge of the bed, vision following every rise and fall of your chest. In a broken way though he finds his peace like this. By watching the last person he believes to be worth anything unguarded and fragile asleep, as delicate as the hope in this world. That's why Obito is here though. To protect you.

🔥​Obito craves closeness on both a physical and emotional level. It is the closest thing to a salvation he can receive in this life and his own emotions enter overdrive when around you. Despite all the atrocities he has committed, he is more emotional than anyone else. It's that bleeding heart of his that has twisted everything though and your presence forces that tattered heart to beat again. There are no stages to Obito's obsession. He immediately jumps to the final act, spiraling willingly into his obsession. It's overwhelming and suffocating in its earnest obsession but it's thar saccharine affection which you eventually learn to crave just as much. That's how the mutual spiral starts where you develop difficulties to fall asleep when Obito isn't with you and like always, he indulges you until you drown in it. Yet even then it takes Obito many months before he too learns how to not only close his eye but to also fall asleep again. He hasn't truly relied on sleep for years. He doesn't need it now either. Instead it's the warm silence that your sleeping form provides for his heart and mind which he draws his energy from. His sleep schedule cannot be truly fixed. Know that this is all he needs though.

🔥​The separation anxiety is intense. Obito doesn't trust the world. He doesn't even trust Zetsu who has been his advisor for years when it comes to your safety. His priorities have vastly shifted ever since he encountered you. The world can rot for all he cares as long as he gets to be with you. Unfortunately Zetsu has waited too long only for this puppet to act out of the written stage play and as threats would only lead to Obito not only threatening to burn Zetsu but also all other key players, Zetsu manipulates the Uchiha by using his emotions for you against him. The world will always be full of threats after all. The only way to completely ensure your safety is by fulfilling the plan. It's only due to those poisoned whispers that Obito still listens. Everything is committed in a faster fashion though as he rushes to return to you. Being away from you makes him nauseous. At this rate he feels like he cannot fucking breathe properly if he cannot touch you and see you. Withdrawal-like symptoms fuel his rage and aggression which only enhances his brutality all whilst his body is itching for the moment he gets to guard your peaceful slumber again. He doesn't care about anything else. There is only you.

Uchiha Itachi

🍡The sins of a son. The sins of a brother. The sins of a friend. There are many sins that Itachi has committed and all of them within only one single night. The once proud Uchiha clan reduced to nothing but a fraction of what it once used to be. In only one night Itachi has stained his hands in more blood than most shinobi will do in their entire lives. Worst of all is that those people he murdered weren't just strangers. They were people he knew. Neighbours. That friendly lady who sold him his favourite dango. The nice old man who liked to talk about his glory days. The children who Sasuke used to play with. His clan. His family. All gone except his younger brother who is going to kill him eventually. That's how Itachi wants it to go. He wants to die. He deserves it. There hasn't been a single night where he hasn't laid awake, forced to relive the massacre and the faces of those he knew, cherished and loved all dying by his own blade. There hasn't been a single night where he hasn't relived that moment beyond any spoken horror where his younger brother walked in on Itachi murdering their parents. In just one moment he took everything from his beloved brother and it haunts him every single moment.

🍡The only way to repent for those sins is by dying through the hands of the very brother who once idolised him and looked up to him. It's what Itachi has made sure Sasuke believes. It is what he himself believes to be true too. It's his conviction he works towards. Until he meets you. Until you stumble into his life and suddenly Itachi dares to do something he has given up on all those years ago. He dreams about a future. A future where he gets to live and be with you before those tender dreams are shattered by the reality. How dare he dream about being happy after all he has done? How dare he wish to spend his life with you with the current life he lives? Itachi is a wanted criminal, there is no life he could provide you with. Instead he swears to only watch you and be content, spending his nights dwelling near your house and watching the light in your room turning off as you go to bed to get the rest he hasn't gotten in ages. He sincerely hopes that when you close your eyes, the guilt and regret doesn't crush you like it does to him. No, he hopes that you only experience blissful silence and that your mind doesn't keep you awake the entire night. He should have known though that he is no longer good.

🍡Suddenly his entire life is turned upside down when he abducts you. Now he has a house where he keeps you and a responsibility he shouldn't have taken. He has dragged you into his life and dying on you would only bring you numerous troubles as his enemies would come after you, forcing him into a lifelong commitment he shouldn't even have. As he has done so much damage to you already, he doesn't force you to fall asleep next to your tormentor though. Still, he is watching. Always. You may not notice how he sits behind closed shoji doors at night, heart twisting as he listens to you crying yourself to sleep before your breaths eventually even out. It's bittersweet, listening in during the only time where your sorrow partially subsides and you are at ease which puts his own body at ease. His own sleep schedule is nonexistent but at the very least you should be allowed to rest. It's the only time where he feels like his own thoughts hold still as well, allowing his mind for once to rest too. Even then his sleep is light, mind trained to never let his guard down even in sleep. The slightest sigh or whimper from your room has him awake within a split second.

🍡You cannot put him truly to sleep. Years of training to be a shinobi, his time as an anbu and the massacre he committed to his own clan have all been factors to why he can't sleep anymore like a normal person. You don't have to feel bad though. His mind only quietens when he is around you as his focus is partially shifted to focus on you instead of dwelling his entire day in self-pity and regret. It does affect him therefor when he is gone on long missions for the Akatsuki but Itachi internalises all longing and unease like he is already doing with his guilt and death wish. Then his mind is his biggest burden as the regret of his dead clan, the sadness of what he has forced his younger brother to become as well as the guilt of what he has done to you and his worries of potentially getting you into danger during his absence all hit him at once. Entire nights he spends observing the stars whilst not moving a muscle, arms curled uselessly by his sides. Recently you have allowed him to hold you during your sleep and it seems like he has gotten too comfortable with it too quick for he doesn't know what to do with his hands now anymore at night when he cannot hold you. He'll just have to quietly endure like always.

Uchiha Sasuke

💙​Sasuke has essentially spent his entire youth plotting for revenge. Always revenge. Revenge after his own brother had massacred his entire clan, leaving him as the sole survivor in the Uchiha compound when he was nothing more than a child. After that day Sasuke didn't sleep anymore as much as he spent every night forcing himself to relive that terrible day no matter how raw it left his heart, feeding his hatred and determination to grow stronger to eventually fulfill his goal. His nights he spent studying and training, sleep the last thing on his mind. During his time with Orochimaru Kabuto had to force him to lay down for a few hours as Sasuke was always training instead of resting. Revenge again after the truth was revealed to him, essentially shattering Sasuke's entire goal of life as all those years suddenly had become a total waste. However, instead of learning how to truly grieve Sasuke turns to hatred once more as it is the only thing he truly knows. Once again he skips sleep to plot new revenge to hurt those who wronged his clan and his brother until he eventually finds some sort of peace and leaves the village to travel through the land.

💙​Sasuke has forgotten how to sleep properly. The last time he got a full night of rest was the night before his clan was murdered. It's been years and ever since he has honed himself to survive on much less rest than the average person. That's why you slow his travels down significantly. You require more sleep than he does and so Sasuke has to stop every night so that you can restore your energy after an entire day of nonstop travelling. He stays up longer than you do and he wakes up much earlier than you do which creates the illusion that he never seems to sleep at all unlike you. By the time you wake up he has basically packed all things up already and is just waiting for you to eat breakfast and finish up before the two of you will walk again for hours on end. Perhaps that is one very effective strategy of his to work you tirelessly each day so that you can never properly entertain the thought of escape and if it is, it is showing promising results. You are out cold after every day of climbing hills, mountains and being forced to learn taijutsu and how to handle weapons by him. You actually don't enjoy the thought of being watched whilst sleeping but your body insists, leaving you little to no choice.

💙​Even when Sasuke is asleep, he remains extremely alert to his surroundings, especially since both of you spend many nights camping outside. Every wrong rustling of the leaves rouses him from the trace of slumber he may be in and you soon discover that this applies to you as well. As much as you would like to claim that Sasuke doesn't care, he notices almost too much. You have been woken up multiple times already by him because he noticed your breath sounding far more labored than it should as you had a nightmare you cannot even recall anymore. Another time time he wakes you up and tells you that you are sick, already trying to force medicine down your throat. You ridicule him for it out of spite until hours later your body is heavy and burning and your head is pounding. How was he even able to detect that incoming sickness of yours? What agitates you most is that Sasuke seems to quietly enjoy this all. You aren't exactly wrong. Above all though for the first time in years Sasuke actually gets to relax. Before he used to spend every night either tirelessly forcing his body to get stronger or to drive himself insane by replaying all painful memories to never forget the agony of it to feed his hatred.

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.