sasuke (nsfw) || "the worst"; ignorance
“God, you’re the worst.”
Ino and Sakura foaming at the mouth, Sasuke ignored the offhand comment, expecting it to be Naruto, but then the voice registered. It was a girl. A girl… hated him. He didn’t care. Obviously he didn’t care, why should he? It was just that… every other girl thought he was flawless, and there you were, in your… clothes with your stupid… face, just taunting him relentlessly… He turned around to see who you were, and—oh. He… didn’t know you very well, but you were acquaintances. Regardless… Sasuke narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“Oh. Hey, Sasuke, I said you’re the worst.” Something about you was so… he needed to beat the shit out of you. “What, are you surprised that someone isn’t completely up your ass? Do you think everyone gives a shit about you?”
Sasuke honed his gaze onto you. “Stay out of my way or you’re dead.”
“You gonna go through with that?” It seemed like that was an empty threat to you, but at the moment, Sasuke wholeheartedly meant it. “Prove it.”
“Fine.” The last of the Uchiha clan stood up, pointing at you with deadened eyes. “See you after class. You know where.” He didn’t know where. “I’m going to murder you.”
You just chose to follow him out to the clearing. It was a beautiful day, and it seemed like he’d stopped, at least for now. Walking out from behind a tree, you cleared your throat. The Leaf shinobi with raven hair swiveled around, kunai at the ready. “Chill out, Sasuke. I need to establish some ground rules.”
“Like what?” His steady gaze doesn’t leave you, no matter how you fidgeted. “Whatever it is, I’ll still win. No matter what.”
“Only taijutsu. No jutsus, no genjutsu.” You cross your arms, kunai tucked into your armpit. “I can’t stop you from using your sharingan, but it’s not like you’ll need it. Just mano a mano, hand to hand combat. If I beat you, you admit you’re the worst. If you beat me—”
“Say it first, then I’ll see if I can agree,” Sasuke interjected.
You raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t really have anything in mind.”
“Didn’t expect it to happen?”
“Alright, can it, Uchiha.” You flick your kunai into the dirt to emphasize your remark. “I’m not saying I actually think I have a chance or anything. I’m not stupid. Well… well, you decide, then.”
“I’ll leave it up for grabs,” said the dark-haired man a couple of meters in front of you. “‘Cause I’m gonna win.” Something about the way he stared at you was off-putting, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the fact that he could activate his sharingan at any moment. Maybe it was the idea of being subservient to this douche, but whatever it was, you didn’t like it. You honored your word, you kept your promises. So if it was what he wanted, and he won, you would honor that, no matter what it was. You just wished he would stop looking at you like that. It was obvious he didn’t have any reservations about hitting a girl, but he didn’t need to grin like that.
“Alright,” you shrug with a feigned smile, “I’ll bite.” You hurl yourself at him, sandals hitting the ground like fish on a dock. He blocks your fist, but that wasn’t your objective. His forearm blocked your actual intended hit, and he held you like a limp puppet, strings cut. Shit… he was above your level, you weren’t denying that, but to say that out loud was social suicide. Not to mention you didn’t mention wanting to fight, you just said he was the worst… In your scrambled haze, Sasuke lodged his foot next to your ribs and kicked hard. No remorse. You choked, taking a few steps backwards.
He chuckled lowly, wiping the sweat from his cheek. You staggered somewhat, refusing to let him see it; he really hadn’t kicked you very hard, it just caught you off guard. “When will you just give in and admit that I’m stronger than you?”
“Never,” you growled, staring into those hateful eyes, dark like pitch, gripping his collar and pulling him close. If you had time to panic over the way his eyes went crazy dilated the closer you brought him, wide like he secretly wanted you this close, frenzied like he needed you to take control—but take it from an expert: you didn’t. Moving too fast for him to telegraph your movements, you socked him square in the jaw with a sickening crunch. “You think you’re all that,” you hissed, moving him around by his collar like some kind of ragdoll puppet, “you think you’re an avenger, you think you’re the greatest. You don’t give a damn about the rest of this village! You live in the past instead of moving forward. You’re the worst and even Naruto has a better spirit than you.” He slowly looked back up at you, wiping his chin before advancing again.
Sasuke grinned and shoved you against the tree trunk, lifting your already spread legs up to his torso. “So you think I’m the worst, huh?” Releasing his collar, you dug your nails into the skin of his back, under the cloth of his shirt, dragging, hoping it left a mark. “You hate me, do you? Do you fucking hate me?” He spoke so close to the skin by your ear, so lowly, hot breath traveling down the back of your shirt like nervous sweat, sending surges of adrenaline rippling through your spine. “Say it. Say you hate me. Tell me I’m the worst.” His fingertips slid up your sides, massaging and squeezing you with the inexperience and brute force of tenderizing meat. Sasuke bit down gently on your ear, pulling at it, before letting go. “Tell me I’m the worst you’ve ever known.”
“All that and more,” you mumbled spitefully, and he kissed you hard, mouth open, hands pulling you closer to him by pressing against your lower back. You shed your jacket like water off a duck’s back and gripped his jaw as you kissed back, running your fingers through his hair again. Straddling him, you pushed your hips into his, already hard and amassing heat. What part of all that turned him on…? Was he just—this whole time—? Sasuke separated briefly to pull his shirt over his head and tear off his arm warmers, incidentally rubbing his pelvis against yours, eliciting a groan on your part. He grinned into the kiss, pushing up your top to feel your stomach.
“You like that? Guess I’m not the worst at something.” His black hair ridiculously soft to the touch, the locks tickled your neck as he dragged his tongue across your collarbone and the crook of your shoulder. “Do you know what’s it’s like to be alone after having a family? The kind of loss I’ve endured, how much it takes to keep going?” You guided his hand under your shirt to your chest. “You have no clue why I am the way I am.” Pulling off your tight top, you clamped your hands down on his shoulders, staring into those pitch dark eyes yet again, moving your grip from his shoulders to the place where they met his neck.
He tried to kiss you again, but you turned your head. “You still take it out on other people. It’s immature. You’re immature. You don’t seek help, you’re trying to be stronger just to bring down someone else. In doing so, you’re pushing everyone away. It’s stupid. You’re stupid.” Your digits brushed against his lower abdomen, mildly ripped from training without reprieve, on their way to palm his junk. “You’re still the worst,” you whisper as he bites his lip to suppress a surprised whine of pleasure, “and I still fucking hate you.” Your thighs slip out of his grasp to a standing position, and he fumbled with the fly of your pants, trying to get them off. Sasuke slips out of his shorts no problem, and you step out in panties nearly dripping from arousal.
“God, th—that’s what I needed to hear,” Sasuke panted, voice faltered as soon as you start to thumb the head of his dick through his underwear, “d—don’t fucking tease m—me, (Y/n), I might just lose control…” He probably didn’t mean that, right? It’d be fine. You got closer, slipping your fingers into his boxer briefs.
Him being helpless to you, putty in your hands, was like catnip. Your smaller fingers held his shaft, the side of your thumb rubbing up and down the veins of his dick, pinky and ring fingers grazing his balls. As much as you despised him for the fact that most of his motivation was just to bring down others to take revenge on his older brother, you had to admit that it was kind of empowering to have this sort of draw over him, to silence the Uchiha at your beck and call. Well, not to silence—the groans he had been repressing were quiet in nature, he never was one to shriek like the rest of his team, but those moans were something else. “Lose control of what,” you kept direct eye contact with Sasuke as the black of his eyes flashed red, swirls of ebony appearing like pitch-dark shark fins resurfacing in a sea of claret, forming a ring around his pupils, “Uchiha? What’re you gonna do, make a few hand signs?”
The last of the Uchiha clan shuddered and slammed you to the ground, hair splayed out around you in a halo. “I warned you,” he grinned darkly, his erection pressing directly against where your warmth emanated. All you could see was the ninja on top of you, eyes dark red and black, caging you as he pinioned your arms above your head. The urge to grab him by his scalp rippled through you, but you basically couldn’t move. And against your better judgment, you… really didn’t mind, it was kind of hot. His fingers through your hair in the soft grass, he pulls at your scalp, pressing his lips to your overheated skin. He, uh… he tastes like mouth, pretty much. You groaned into the kiss, bending your knees as you spread your legs further apart. “You’re like a dog in heat…” His growl sent shivers down your spine, however cliché you would have found it out of context. “Do I give you conniptions, do you hate me? Hate me. Say you hate me. You hate me and you want me, you hate me but you want me. You’re squirming under me because you need me inside of you, but you can’t bring yourself to admit it. I’ll make you admit it. You want me. Say it, you coward. Say it.”
“Y—yeah, ngh,” he stroked your clit through your panties, and at this point, chagrin was a thing of the past. “I wa—I w… I need… ngh...” The sounds leaving your lips were nothing short of mortifying, but as gradually as water evaporated, the pleasure overtook the embarrassment. “I need you, Sasuke… god, you’re the worst…”
“You want me, yeah? You want the last of the Uchiha clan,” Sasuke growls into your ear. His deft fingers pull down the cloth of your underwear, the head of his shaft slick in some places from sweat and pre-cum as it slides up your stomach. He lets go of your arms to reach under your back and unclasp your bra, massaging the undersides of your chest with cold digits, rolling your nipple between his index and thumb. Hands now free, you trace the lines of his happy trail with aroused fervor, the haze of his scent overpowering; he was clean, like lavender with lingering notes of ash and wood. It was such a far cry from the rest of the men in the village, your other failed attempts at platonic intimacy or romance drawing you close but not as close as you preferred. He’s still staring at you, staring into you, through you, and how you must look so vacant, so conflicted, so powerless under him. “You want me, inside of you. It must burn, to know you hate me but you want me more than anything, now that I’m a man. You want the seed of the Uchiha clan, to repopulate my family… the ultimate reversal of Itachi… You hate me, but now you have to take my past seriously. Now you have to help me, you’re going to save the clan… Preserve the doju kekkei genkai… relinquishing the sharingan to our progeny…”
“Um…” His head grazed your entrance, halted only by his heavy breathing and mild overstimulation, like a marathon runner pausing to wheeze. You swallowed, looking into the soul of the unfiltered shinobi on top of you. “Pardon, but you want me to what…?”
Sasuke froze, letting his head droop down to the grass next to your head, opposite of where his forearm caged you. His hair fell to cover his eyes, bearing a striking resemblance to the feathers of a raven. “I… don’t know.” You continued to stroke him, not quite sure what was going on, but you had an itch you needed to scratch. “I said that in the… heat of the moment. It… uh… Let’s pretend I didn’t say that.”
“I… okay. God, you’re the worst,” you rolled your eyes, guiding his hands to pull down your panties. As soon as you said that, he groaned, louder than before, and entered your core. You let out a moan, completely unrestrained, and you wrap your legs around his back, letting him hit even further, eliciting a cry from both of you. “S—so that’s what gets you… gets you going again,” you exhaled between words, “you fucking pervert, ha… You only go for the girl that hates you… I don’t know if it’s some self-esteem thing, but… ah, ah—ah—”
A quiet laugh, and then Sasuke starts to cup your face, still slamming into you. “Call me out all you like, but I’m the one about to make you cum, right? That’s it?” He pressed the heel of his palm against your chest, your heart racing. “Right, kitten.” Kitten. A pet name. This was going too far, but you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t leave now, you needed him to keep going… “It’s from me. Me. Sasuke Uchiha. And I fucking hope you hate me for it.”
You climaxed with a string of curses and unintelligible noises, matching the guttural sound of Sasuke reacting to the way your pussy clenched. In the afterglow haze, you slumped, letting him fuck you as your legs dropped off his frame, as he held them back up by gripping your right thigh for better access to your entrance. Sasuke let out something close to a whimper, reaching for his shirt—you weren’t going to question it at this point—in a gesture that made the both of you groan, your walls squeezing around him, and he whined with wild abandon, before pulling out of you and ejaculating on his own shirt, inside out. A ragged gasp left your esophagus, and Sasuke dropped on you like a now flaccid dead fish.
“You’re a sad, sad little man, Sasuke,” you murmur with a weak chuckle. “There’s dozens of girls who think they actually like you. This is just… sad. Sad, and hateful, and… and exclusive. You should have had your first time with one of them. Pretend you can get it up without her hating your fucking guts. I’d say Sakura, because she annoys me the least, but really, you’ve got your pick of the litter. Not how I’d organize it, but hey, I don’t make the rules.”
“So you care.” The dark-haired man gets off of you, turning his shirt right side out. “You care about other people.” You stood, slipping your panties back on, and re-clasping your bra. “You’d… be a good mother, thinking of other people getting hurt even when it benefits you.” He doesn’t deny your assertion that you took his virginity, but using that as evidence for a claim is circumstantial at best and chimerical at worst, so… you ignore it. It was your first time, too. You don’t really blame him for associating your… session with his family. After all, his clan was his everything, so it makes logical sense for that to bleed into his general politics. It was naive and somewhat oblivious, but it made sense for him to think that way. “You’re for the most part selfless. If… if this does happen again, you would probably…” He struggled to find the words, but you understood the gist of what he meant.
Pants and top on, you’re fully clothed when he stands up and puts his arm warmers back on. “You don’t know anything about what it takes to be a mother, Sasuke. The post-orgasmic enzymes or whatever in your head are fucking with your brain chemistry and… and making you say things you don’t mean. Pick someone who doesn’t hate you, so when you knock them up and leave to pursue whatever you think is going to make you stronger…” There was a lump in your throat, but more so one of empathy than self-pity. “...she can finally break the cycle of hatred. Whatever you do, don’t… don’t catch feelings for me.”
“Thanks, (Y/n),” he nods, swallowing thickly. “I’ll… keep it in mind.”
“Oh, and I’m not—” You turned around and rolled your eyes, plastering on a rather forced grin, obviously uncomfortable, rubbing your elbow. “I’m not trying to flatter myself, I just figured you wouldn’t walk around with your own cum on the inside of your shirt for no reason.” The shinobi flushed in realization, searching blindly on his own back for stains. “And, uh, thanks, man. For reeling in your... fucked up, trauma-induced breeding kink. See you around, Sasuke.”
“See you when I see you.” He smiles a little. “I guess you won.”
When you walk away, you can’t shake the feeling that nothing had changed in the slightest.