𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
You swore you wouldn’t go.
Swore you were done chasing shadows of him in crowded rooms, done letting his name sit like blood in your mouth. But there you were anyway — lip-glossed, heels loud on marble, clutching your friend’s arm like it might stop your heart from remembering how to break.
The party was loud. Packed. Expensive. The kind of place you used to be glued to Sasuke’s side in — black dress, his hand on your thigh, a silent flex of possession every time another guy looked too long.
Now?
You were just another girl in the crowd.
Trying not to care.
But caring too fucking much.
Your friend leaned in close.
“You’re gonna have fun tonight,” she shouted over the music. “You deserve this.”
You smiled like it didn’t feel fake.
Like you weren’t scanning every room you walked into now, wondering if he’d be in it.
You had lasted maybe twenty minutes before you saw him.
Sasuke Uchiha.
Leaning against the bar like sin in a suit, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly tousled like he’d run his hands through it out of frustration or boredom. A lowball glass of whiskey in one hand. His other?
Around her waist.
Some girl you didn’t recognize laughing, touching his chest like she owned the place he used to press kisses to when no one was watching.
Your stomach twisted.
He looked right at you.
And didn’t react.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t nod.
Just raised his glass and took a slow sip like you weren’t even real anymore.
You wanted to throw up.
Instead, you smiled. Bigger this time. Clutched your drink and turned to the first warm body you saw. A guy tall, too confident, but flirty enough to distract.
“Dance with me?”
You didn’t even let him answer. Just pulled him into the crowd and let the music swallow you whole.
You danced like you meant it.
Like every grind of your hips was a fuck you. Like every time the guy’s hands gripped your waist tighter, it was a scream he’d never hear.
Because Sasuke was watching.
You could feel it.
Even with your back turned.
Even with the other man’s breath hot against your neck.
He was always watching.
The song changed.
You were laughing maybe too loud letting your head fall back and your hand slip lower, pretending to be fine.
That’s when you felt it.
A hand ,not the guy’s.
Cold.
Unforgiving.
Clamped around your wrist.
“We’re leaving.”
The voice was low.
Familiar.
A growl wrapped in silk.
Your chest locked.
“Sasuke bro what the fuck—”
“You heard me.”
He yanked you away from the guy without even a glance. The man barked a protest, stepping forward like he might challenge him.
But Sasuke turned.
And looked at him.
Eyes sharp. Blank.
“Touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking arm.”
The guy paled.
Didn’t move like a bitch .
And then you were gone — dragged down the hallway, shoved through a side door into a private room, the thump of music suddenly muffled.
Sasuke slammed the door shut.
And turned.
“Let go of me,” you snapped.
Your back hit the door. Sasuke’s hand was still wrapped around your wrist, body pressed just close enough to trap you without touching. His eyes cold, calculating burned into yours.
“That’s funny,” he murmured. “Didn’t seem like you wanted me to let go when you were grinding that pathetic excuse of a man in the middle of the dance floor.”
“You don’t get to be jealous”
“I’m not jealous.”
His voice dipped, sharp and quiet.
“I’m pissed.”
His breath hit your cheek. His knuckles brushed your hip.
“You walked in here like you don’t still belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone not anymore”
You tried to shove him back.
He didn’t move.
“Keep lying to yourself, brat.”
And then he kissed you.
Not soft.
Not tender.
It was war.
Your hands clawed at his jacket one second pulling, the next pushing, trying to tear away the months of silence, the nights you’d touched yourself and hated that it was still his name in your throat.
Sasuke’s hands were everywhere gripping your waist, sliding up your thighs, yanking your panties down like they offended him.
“You still wet for me?” he sneered.
“Or you want me to pretend it’s for that fuckboy out there?”
“You’re fucking disgusting,” you hissed.
“You love it.”
He spun you shoved you forward so your chest hit the table. You barely had time to breathe before you felt him behind you pants low, cock thick and heavy against your folds.
You were wet.
Dripping.
Your body betrayed you before you could lie.
“Mhm fucking knew it,” he muttered, dragging the head of his cock through your slick. “You missed this.”
He slammed in without warning.
You screamed a broken, breathless cry that echoed off the walls. He didn’t wait. Didn’t ease in. Just grabbed your hips and fucked you like he hated you.
Because he did.
And he didn’t.
“This pussy,” he groaned, pounding into you, “is fucking mine.”
“Say it.”
You moaned, hands clawing at the edge of the table.
“Say it, or I’ll stop.”
“Fuck you, Sasuke”
He pulled out.
You gasped empty. Desperate. Angry.
He grabbed your hair, yanked your head back.
“Say. It.”
“It’s yours,” you whimpered. “Always fucking yours.”
He slammed back in harder than before. The table scraped across the floor. Your thighs trembled. You were already close and he knew it. Could feel how tight you were getting, how your cunt fluttered around him.
“No one else gets to touch you,” he growled. “No one else gets to see you like this.”
“This face. These sounds.”
“They’re mine.”
You came with his name on your lips — sobbing, breath shattered, body wrung out as he fucked you through it.
But Sasuke wasn’t done.
Not even close.
He pulled out just long enough to flip you over shoved two fingers in your mouth while lining himself up again.
“Open your legs.”
You did too dazed to disobey.
He pushed back in, slower this time. Deep. Deep enough you swore you could feel him in your chest.
“You’re crying,” he muttered, watching a tear slip from the corner of your eye.
“Good.”
“You deserve to.”
He started moving deep, grinding thrusts, holding eye contact the whole time.
“This is what you wanted, right?” he hissed. “Some sick part of you likes it like this.”
You nodded. Shame burning. Core throbbing.
“Yeah fuck,” you whispered. “I do.”
He kissed you again.
Messy. All teeth.
He came deep inside you with a growl — hot, thick, burying himself to the hilt as your legs shook around him.
When it was over, he didn’t pull away.
Just rested his forehead against yours.
Both of you shaking.
Both of you ruined.
“You still love me?,” he whispered.
“Don’t you?”
You didn’t answer.
Because the truth was you still do you never stoped no matter what he did he will have this pull on you y/n is the flock of the birds