.Rather Be In Hell Than Alone.
A/N: This is a fic exchange for my bestie @littleyellowflower 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
Pairing: Suigetsu x Jealous F!Reader
Summary: He's water and you're oil, and he's good for nothing besides lighting your fuse and setting you off. Yet still, neither of you can stay away. When you spot your ex with another girl, a game of cat and mouse ensues, and you make sure it ends with your name on his lips.
Inspired by Kill Bill- SZA
Tags: Jealous reader, toxic relationships, power play, teasing, creampie, semi-public, dom!Suigetsu, vaginal fingering, dirty talking, degradation, anal fingering (f!receiving), borders on hate sex/jealous sex
He knows how to get under your skin.
You might even say he enjoys it.
It was the one thing he’s always done best over the years. Well, not the only thing, but annoying you was his favorite thing to do. Whether you were together or not, everything he did irked you— sent a raging fire through your veins that always ended with his teeth on your neck and hand in your pants.
The last time you saw him, you had met in passing in the Land of Rivers. He was there for a mercenary gig, and you just happened to be shopping—a fortunate chance.
The two of you have a game— bait, hunt, and attack. You played it well, and you would reward him with a long night of power play, with neither of you accepting defeat.
Here’s the problem: you can’t stand Suigetsu. But you can’t stand to see him with anyone else either. You love to hate him, and no one else is invited into the mix. Whether you were slapping him or fucking him, it made no difference to you.
Which is why you stand in the middle of a crowd with a death stare, trying to remind yourself to breathe. The summer festival lanterns cast red-gold shadows across the village square, shimmering against the indigo twilight. Paper streamers flutter in the breeze, carrying the mingled scents of grilled squid, sweet dango, and the faint perfume of a thousand cherry blossoms.
Suigetsu leans against a game stall, one arm casually draped around a kunoichi you vaguely recognize from the Hidden Mist. Her glossy black hair cascades down her back, catching the lantern light as she laughs at something he whispers in her ear. Your stomach twists into a knot, bitter as an unripe fig.
You really didn’t mean to stare, but your eyes betrayed you. The crowd parts for just a moment, and suddenly his gaze locks with yours across the sea of festival-goers. His violet eyes widen in recognition, then narrow with mischief. That familiar, sharp-toothed grin spreads across his face—the one that makes you want to both slap him and kiss him senseless.
Without breaking eye contact, he pulls the girl closer, his fingers gripping tightly on her bare shoulder. He whispers something else that makes her giggle, his lips deliberately lingering near her ear.
The message is clear: Look what you're missing.
Heat rushes to your cheeks—not embarrassment, but something darker, more primal. The paper fan in your hand snaps shut with enough force to startle the elderly woman beside you.
You adjust your yukata, the silken fabric whispering against your skin as you loosen it just enough to expose your collarbone, and even some cleavage. Your yukata was cropped around your mid-thigh, showing off your smooth legs that gleam under the bright moon. With deliberate slowness, you weave through the crowd, stopping at a nearby stall where a tall and handsome merchant sells bottles of sake and plum wine.
"Something sweet," you tell the vendor, making sure your voice carries just far enough. The man has dark hair and eyes, his gaze immediately trailing to your exposed skin as he gives you a husky grin.
“Anything for you,” he says with a wink as he overpours your drink. You accept the cup with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes, letting your fingers linger against the vendor's hand just long enough to be noticeable.
When you glance back, Suigetsu's attention has shifted. He's still with the black-haired kunoichi, but his eyes follow your movements with the intensity of a predator. The girl tugs at his sleeve, clearly annoyed at his divided attention.
You raise your cup in a mock toast to him before taking a slow sip, letting the sweet liquid linger on your lips. You leave a ryo on the bar before you turn away, disappearing into the throng of festival-goers, knowing he won't be able to resist following.
The game has begun, and you intend to win.
The crowd pulses around you like a living thing as you navigate between food stalls and dancing villagers. You can feel his chakra signature following—sometimes closer, sometimes farther, but always there. The kunoichi's signature flickers uncertainly beside his, then fades away entirely. You smile to yourself, knowing you've already won the first round.
At the bridge arching over the village stream, you pause to watch the reflection of lanterns dance on the dark water below. The wooden railing feels cool beneath your fingertips, a sharp contrast to the heat building inside you. People pass you, heading both to and from the festivities, but your mind is focused elsewhere. You sense Suigetsu’s approach before you hear him—that distinctive chakra signature, like water charged with lightning.
"And finally, she stops." Suigetsu drawls, his voice carrying that familiar rasp that sends a shiver down your spine.
You don't turn around, focusing your glare on the water. "Where's your companion? That pretty Mist girl seemed quite... attached."
"Jealous?" He's closer now, close enough that you can feel his breath on your neck.
"Should I be?" You finally face him, leaning back against the railing with practiced nonchalance. The moonlight catches the sharp angles of his face, the gleam of those dangerous teeth.
"You tell me." His eyes rake over you, lingering on the exposed skin at your collar. "That little show with the sake vendor was cute."
You raise an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
The crowd around you thins as you move away from the bridge, following a path that leads toward the shadowy edges of the festival. You make sure your hips sway just enough as you walk ahead of him, feeling his eyes burning into your back.
"Your kunoichi friend might get lonely," you call over your shoulder.
"She's not my concern right now." His voice has dropped an octave, taking on that dangerous edge you know too well.
You pass a group of laughing villagers, their faces flushed with sake and celebration. A young man catches your eye, offering a shy smile. You return it with deliberate warmth, letting your hand brush against his arm as you pass.
Suigetsu's chakra flares behind you—a wave of cold fury that makes the hair on your arms stand up.
"You always were a tease," he growls when he catches up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a narrow alleyway between two buildings. The sounds of the festival fade, replaced by your own heartbeat thundering in your ears.
"And you always were possessive for someone who claims not to care." You twist free of his grasp, backing deeper into the shadows.
He follows, stalking forward until your back hits the wall. "Is that what this is about? You want me to prove I care?"
"I don't want anything from you." The lie tastes bitter on your tongue.
His laugh is low and dangerous. "Liar." He plants one hand on the wall beside your head, leaning in until his face is inches from yours. "You've been baiting me all night."
"And you've been flaunting that girl in my face."
"Worked, didn't it?" His free hand comes up to trace the line of your jawline with a touch so light it makes you shiver. "You've always been so easy to piss off."
Your hand shoots up to grip his wrist, nails digging into his skin. "And you've always been so easy to manipulate."
His eyes darken at your words, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of violet remains. The air between you crackles with tension, heavy with unspoken accusations and desire.
"Is that what you think you're doing? Manipulating me?" His voice drops to a dangerous whisper as he presses closer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cool night air. "Because from where I'm standing, you look like you're the one backed against a wall."
You bare your teeth in a smile that's more challenge than warmth. "I'm exactly where I want to be."
His laugh is sharp and cutting. “Is that right?"
Before he can say more, you grab the front of his shirt and yank him forward, crashing your mouth against his. The kiss is all teeth and fury, nothing gentle about it. He tastes like plum wine and salt—something that makes your blood sing with want and rage in equal measure.
He growls against your lips, pressing you harder against the wall, one hand tangling roughly in your hair. You bite his lower lip hard, satisfied when he hisses in pain and surprise.
"Still angry about her?" He taunts, voice ragged as he pulls back just enough to speak. "Or is it because you know I'll be gone again tomorrow?"
"Shut up," you snarl, shoving him back with enough force that he stumbles. But you follow the movement, refusing to let space come between you. "Just shut up for once in your life."
His back hits the opposite wall of the narrow alley, and you're on him instantly, hands shoving beneath his clothing to find skin. His muscles tense under your touch, hard and defined from years of fighting. You drag your nails down his chest, leaving angry red trails in their wake.
"Make me," he challenges, eyes glittering dangerously in the dim light that filters in from the festival lanterns.
You silence him with another bruising kiss, feeling his hands grip your hips with enough force to leave marks. Good. You want the evidence of this night on your skin tomorrow, want the reminder of how much you hate how much you need him.
He spins you suddenly, reversing your positions so you're once again pinned against the wall. His hand slides up your thigh, pushing aside the fabric of your yukata with impatient fingers.
"You put on quite a show out there," he murmurs against your neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point. "All for my benefit?"
"Don't flatter yourself," you gasp as his fingers find the sensitive spot at the juncture of your thighs, your body betraying your words. "You're nothing but a distraction," you hiss, pushing against his chest even as your body betrays you by leaning into his touch. "The only thing you've ever been good for is fucking me senseless. Nothing more."
His eyes darken dangerously, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of violet remains. "You don’t give me enough credit." He murmurs, voice dropping to that husky timber that always makes your knees weak. "Then let me be good for something."
Before you can retort, his mouth crashes against yours, all teeth and tongue and suppressed rage. His hand slides up your thigh, bunching the silk of your yukata as he pushes you harder against the rough wall. Your skin scrapes against the bricks, the slight pain only amplifying the pleasure as his fingers dip into your soaked panties.
"Already wet for me," he growls against your mouth as he circles your swollen clit. "So much for being angry."
Your hand tangles in his hair at the back of his neck as you hold back a moan. "Shut up."
He chuckles darkly, pushing two fingers inside you without warning. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, your head falling back against the wall. “Bet you’ve been wet since you saw me in the market," he teases, his breath hot in the crook of your neck.
His thumb circles your clit as his fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes your vision blur at the edges. The calluses on his fingertips create a delicious friction that has you fighting to keep your composure.
"You can pretend all you want," he whispers hotly against your ear, his free hand pinning your wrists above your head. "But I know you better than you know yourself. I know how bad you need me."
You clench your jaw, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan. The festival music pulses in the distance, masking the wet sounds of his fingers working between your thighs. Anyone could walk by the alley entrance at any moment—the thought only intensifies the heat coiling in your belly.
"I saw how you looked at her," you manage to say between ragged breaths, holding on to your fury. "Like you wanted to—"
"Like I wanted to make you jealous," he cuts you off, adding a third finger that stretches you deliciously as you cry out. "And it worked perfectly."
Your hips betray you, rocking against his hand as he increases his pace. "I hate you," you gasp, the words lacking any real conviction.
"No, you don't." His teeth graze the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. "You hate that you want me. You hate that no one else makes you feel like this."
He's right, and that knowledge only fuels your anger and arousal in equal measure. You struggle against his grip, not really wanting to break free but needing him to know you're still fighting this—fighting him.
"Tell me you weren't thinking about this all night," he demands, curling his fingers just right while his thumb continues its merciless circles."Tell me you weren't imagining me fucking you against this wall the moment you saw me," he growls, his fingers working faster inside you.
You bite your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction, but your body betrays you. The coil of pleasure tightens low in your belly, your walls clenching around his fingers as your release builds.
"I hate you," you gasp again, the words dissolving into a reluctant moan as his thumb presses harder against your clit.
"Hate me all you want," he whispers against your ear, "but you're going to come for me anyway."
His words send you over the edge. Your body convulses against his hand, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you struggle to stay quiet. Your nails dig crescents into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, teeth sinking into his neck to muffle your cries.
When the tremors finally subside, you're breathing hard, sweat beading along your collarbone despite the cool night air. Suigetsu's eyes gleam with triumph in the dim light filtering into the alley.
"Feel better?" He asks, that infuriating smirk spreading across his face.
You narrow your eyes, refusing to let him win so easily. Your hand slides down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, until you reach the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.
"Seems like I'm not the only one affected," you taunt, squeezing him through the fabric. His breath hitches, pupils dilating further. "Look how hard you are. Is this what gets you off? Taking me in an alley like some common bitch?"
You stroke him firmly through his pants, feeling him twitch beneath your palm. A small wet spot forms where the tip of his cock presses against the fabric.
"You're one to talk," he hisses, hips involuntarily jerking into your touch. "You're the one who followed me here."
"And you're the one who can't control himself." You tug at his waistband, slipping your hand inside to wrap around his length. He's hot and hard in your palm, already slick at the tip. "So desperate. What would your little Mist friend think if she saw you now?"
His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek as you begin to stroke him with deliberate slowness. "She wasn't—"
"Save it," you cut him off, twisting your wrist in that way you know drives him crazy. "I don't care who she was. I care that you're here, cock in my hand, ready to fuck me against a wall where anyone could see us."
A groan escapes him as you increase your pace, your thumb circling the sensitive head of his cock. His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath coming in ragged pants against your skin.
"Maybe that's what you want," you continue, voice dropping to a sultry whisper as you squeeze his length. "You want everyone to see how pathetic you are."
His breath hitches as you stroke him faster, your thumb collecting the moisture beading at his tip to slick your movements. You can feel him throbbing in your palm, veins pulsing beneath hot skin.
"Look at you," you taunt, twisting your wrist in that way that always makes him shudder. "What happened to all that bravado with your little friend?"
"Shut up," he growls, but there's no force behind it, just desperation.
"Why? Does it embarrass you how badly you want to fuck me in this filthy alley?" You press your lips to his ear, your voice dropping to a whisper. "What kind of shinobi loses control like this? Getting so hard you can barely think straight?"
His hips jerk involuntarily into your hand, his breathing ragged against your neck. You can feel his control slipping with every stroke.
"You're no better," he manages through clenched teeth.
"Maybe not," you admit, "but you should go ask your little friend to finish the job.”
Something snaps in him then. His eyes flash dangerously in the dim light as he grabs your wrist, yanking your hand away from his cock. Before you can react, he pushes you back against the wall, and the sudden movement knocks the breath from your lungs.
"You want to play games?" He snarls, one hand tangling in your hair while the other roughly pushes your yukata up around your waist once again. "Fine, let's play."
You feel the cool night air on your exposed skin for only a moment before he presses against you, the hard length of him sliding between your swollen pussy lips. His hand leaves your hair to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse quicken.
"This is what you wanted, right?" He growls, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "To be fucked like a whore in an alley?"
You open your mouth to retort, but your words dissolve into a gasp as he pushes inside you with one brutal thrust. The stretch burns deliciously, your body still sensitive from your earlier orgasm. His grip on your throat tightens slightly as he begins to move, setting a punishing pace that has your fingernails digging into his shoulder for purchase.
"So tight," he hisses, his free hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. "Always so fucking tight for me."
You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him groan. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the narrow space, barely masked by the distant festival music. Each thrust drives you forward, your breasts bouncing free as your yukata comes loose and exposes you fully. You wrap your legs around Suigetsu’s waist, pulling him deeper into you.
His teeth find your pulse point, the sharp edges grazing your sensitive skin before he bites down hard enough to mark you. The pain mingles with pleasure, making you cry out as your head falls back against the wall. Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin as he continues his relentless pace.
"You're mine," he growls against your throat, his tongue soothing the sting of his bite. "Remember that."
One of his hands snakes between your bodies, finding your swollen clit. His fingers circle the sensitive bud with practiced precision, making your inner walls clench around him.
"Fuck," you gasp, your vision blurring at the edges as the dual sensations overwhelm you.
"That's it," Suigetsu murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I know exactly what you need."
His thumb presses harder, moving in tight circles that make your thighs tremble. The coil of pleasure winds tighter in your core, threatening to snap at any moment. His thrusts become more erratic, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with each movement.
"I can feel you getting close," he taunts, his fingers never ceasing their torturous rhythm. "So tight around my cock. Is this what you were thinking about while flirting with that vendor?"
You can't form words anymore, reduced to breathless moans as he drives you closer to the edge. The festival sounds fade into white noise as your senses narrow to just Suigetsu—his scent, his touch, the feeling of him stretching you open.
When the orgasm hits, it crashes through you like a tidal wave. Your back arches off the wall, inner walls pulsing around his length as waves of pleasure radiate outward. His name falls from your lips like a broken prayer, your body shuddering in his arms.
As you come down from your high, you notice the self-satisfied smirk spreading across his face. Those sharp teeth gleam in the dim light as he slows his pace, watching you with undisguised arrogance.
"What did I tell you?" He says, voice dripping with smugness. "No one makes you come like I do."
The afterglow evaporates instantly, replaced by fresh irritation. Even in this moment, he can't resist getting under your skin.
"Don't flatter yourself," you snap, shoving against his chest. "I could get the same from any halfway decent lay."
His eyes darken dangerously, pupils constricting to pinpoints. In one fluid motion, he pulls out and spins you around, pressing your chest against the rough brick wall. Before you can protest, he kicks your legs apart, his hand on the back of your neck, keeping you pinned.
"Any decent lay, huh?" He hisses, positioning himself at your entrance again. "Let's see about that."
He slams into you from behind, his hips snapping against your ass with brutal force. The rough brick scrapes against your palms as you brace yourself, trying not to cry out too loudly. He grips your hips with punishing fingers, pulling you back to meet each thrust.
"This is the only way to get you to behave, isn't it?" Suigetsu growls, his voice low and dangerous in your ear. "Bent over and taking my cock like the little slut you are."
You bite your lip to keep from responding, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But your body betrays you, inner walls clenching around his length as he hits that perfect spot deep inside you.
"Nothing to say now?" He taunts, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back. "Where's all that attitude gone?"
The new angle lets him drive even deeper, forcing a strangled moan from your throat. The distant sounds of the festival provide a surreal backdrop to your coupling—cheerful music and laughter while you're being thoroughly fucked in a shadowy alley.
"F-fuck you," you manage to gasp, the words lacking any real bite.
His laugh is dark and knowing. "That's exactly what's happening, sweetheart."
His hands move to your ass, kneading the flesh roughly before spreading your cheeks apart. The cool night air hits your exposed asshole, making you shiver. Before you can process what's happening, you feel something warm and wet land between your cheeks.
"S-Suigetsu," you stutter, uncertain if you're protesting or begging as his thumb presses against your puckered entrance, circling it teasingly.
"Let's see how mouthy you are with my cock in your pussy and my thumb in your ass," he says, voice thick with lust.
Your protest dies on your lips as he pushes his thumb past the tight ring of muscle, the initial burn quickly morphing into a forbidden pleasure that has your knees buckling. The dual sensation of being filled in both holes sends electric shocks through your entire body.
"Oh god," you whimper, forehead pressed against the cool brick as he begins to move his thumb in tandem with his thrusts.
"That's it," he croons, his free hand reaching around to circle your clit. "Take it all, baby."
The triple stimulation is too much. Your entire body trembles as a powerful orgasm builds rapidly, more intense than anything you've felt before. Your inner walls clamp down on his cock as waves of pleasure crash through you, vision blurring at the edges.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Suigetsu groans, his rhythm faltering. "I'm going to—"
His thumb presses deeper into your ass as his cock pulses inside you, hot spurts of cum filling you as he reaches his own climax. Your walls clench around him as your legs nearly give out, gasping as you milk his throbbing dick. He holds you up, supporting you as he whispers your name in your ear.
His hands hold up your waist as his head rests against your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. A brief silence broke out as you both attempted to catch your breath.
The bliss wouldn’t last, and you decided to be the first to cut through it.
“Isn’t now the usual time for you to fuck off?” You throw at him with a low voice.
You can feel him chuckle against you, his fingers roaming from your hip to where you were still connected; your swollen, dripping pussy still engulfing his softening length. He swiftly pulls out and replaces his dick with two fingers, entering you with an explicit squelch as he pushes his release further into you. His free hand flips you back over to face him as he withdraws his fingers and brings them before your face, displaying your wet mix of juices with a devious smirk on his face.
“For the next guy,” he winks as he dodges your slap.
