The Not So Sweet Taste of Failed Revenge
The Not So Sweet Taste of Failed Revenge
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A/N: started this a month or so again and finally found some
motivation to finish it :3
Warnings: Het sex, unsexy
smut, near nonexistent plot, general weirdness, more of my lame attempts at
humor XD
Pairings: implied NaruSasu and
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A pant.
A groan. His head fell against the back of the sofa as
he stared momentarily at the ceiling.
He should’ve been enjoying
himself, Sasuke thought as a lean body
enthusiastically rode his. And at the basest of levels, he was; his erection
was still at full-mast, after all. He reached around to grip the ass in his lap
more out of need to do something with
his hands than any real goal in mind. The position was weird.
Or maybe it was just the
company. It was hard to tell. If he’d known… well, now wasn’t really the time
to worry about that, was it? Still, he didn’t
appreciate the irony one bit.
Either way, sitting on the
sofa and being fucked like this – being ridden
– wasn’t at all what he’d had in mind when they came here. The realization cut
through the haziness of his thoughts about the same time he felt his tongue
being sucked out of his mouth. Sasuke’s eyes shut
involuntarily as he tightened his grip on the body on top of his, forcibly
stilling it, and quickly flipped them over so that he was the one on top. He
wasted no time pinning the other’s hands to the cushions below them.
He’d stormed out of
belief by yet another jibe at his manliness. Last he checked,
he and Naruto were pretty damn even when it came down
to that. Why he put up with the
annoying blond was really beyond him sometimes. It’s not as if getting laid was
a problem for him. His current predicament was proof enough of that.
The body beneath him struggled
for a moment, apparently not appreciating the lack of movement
falling limp with a huff.
Sasuke
smirked and began to thrust.
When leaving
pub with an equally tipsy Yamanaka Ino making sure
his shot glass was never empty, he’d shrugged. Idiot deserved it. And when shortly
after had found them stumbling back to his place, he’d grinned almost evilly.
‘Who’s the girl now, Dead Last?’
“If you’re gonna
fuck me, then do it. Get that ass moving!” she growled
in his ear before biting the lobe hard.
His cock twitched at the sensation, and Sasuke
groaned as he sped up, thoroughly annoyed at his body’s reaction to her demand.
This was not supposed to be like this!
Her hips rocked beneath him,
meeting every thrust as her legs locked around his waist. Her arms were still
firmly secured above her head. That was something at least. It was just too bad
he couldn’t shut her up somehow.
Ino’s
back arched, and the action shoved her tits as far upward as possible. “Suck ‘
Bossy bitch, he inwardly
complained as he craned his neck down toward her chest. Instead of following
through, though, Sasuke paused just above one pink
nipple and with a smirk replied, “Not until you beg.”
Oh, look at that! The fury in
her eyes was almost cute. He might’ve
chuckled had she not chosen that particular moment to clench her inner muscles
as tightly as possible. And grinned right back at him as
she did so.
Damn it all to hell. They were
too much alike! He might as well have been fucking Naruto’s
female form.
Sasuke
stopped moving completely. If she wanted to play dirty, well, so could he.
Okay, so if he hadn’t stopped,
he would’ve finished, but she didn’t need to know that.
Hovering over her,
a statue inside her. Ino wiggled her hips in an attempt
at friction, but he pulled out so that only the head of his cock remained
inside her. Her brows knit together in frustration for a moment as she unsuccessfully
attempted to encourage him with her body once again.
Then there was a shift. Her expression
relaxed, and her lips pouted slightly as hooded eyes gazed up at him.
“
turned most of Konoha’s men into blubbering idiots.
Luckily, he was immune to it.
“Hmm?”
He gave a quick, shallow thrust, and then stilled again.
Ino
groaned, her eyes closing momentarily. “Oh, please,” she gasped.
Sasuke
shifted her arms so he could hold both wrists with one hand as the other slid
down her between her legs to rub lazy circles on her swollen flesh. The noises
that escaped her mouth were quite entertaining, he decided as his teasing
fingers increased their pressure.
And when he suddenly stopped
again to ask, “Please what?” she whimpered at the loss.
“Please,” she groaned, her
hips undulating faster beneath him. He smiled inwardly. This was how it was supposed to be, he thought as he gave another
quick thrust.
“Yes?” he husked directly above
her ear. Maybe this wouldn’t turn out so bad after all.
“Quick screwing around and
fuck me, asshole!” she screamed, her eyes narrowed dangerously. Or not,
his face in her neck, he gave in and buried himself completely inside her.
It was over rather quickly
after that. Ino managed to get her arms loose
somewhere amidst the chaos of screeching loud enough to get him evicted, and
quickly moved on to clawing him up and trying to rip his hair out for some
reason unknown to Sasuke. He didn’t really care too
much, though, because she was finally
arching up and convulsing around him.
With a grunt, he came and took
only a moment to regroup before quickly getting off of the panting
Sasuke
sank back into the sofa as he stared blankly at his ceiling. This…
as he’d thought it would be, and on top of that, he was beginning to sober up. Ugh.
Feminine feet, complete with
painted toenails, landed in his lap and began lightly running over him, tickling
his inner thighs and grazing his stomach. Grimacing, he shoved them away and stood
up, not bothering to spare Ino a glance.
As he grabbed his pants off
the coffee table and began pulling them on, Sasuke
made a mental note that next time he got pissed and decided to get back at
masculinity to anyone; that much was certain – he’d find himself a nice, quiet
brunette or something.
Sasuke
was busy zipping up his pants when a giggle pulled his attention back to his
companion. “You’re such a bastard,” she smiled.
“Yeah, and you’re a moron. Get
up before you drip cum on my sofa,” Sasuke replied as
he made his way into the kitchen. There was more laughter as the female –
though slightly different now – followed him into the kitchen and leaned
against the counter as Sasuke dug two beers out of
the fridge. She was the same height but a little more curvy, and she had a set
of tell-tale whisker marks on her cheeks.
“Figured it out, did you?”
her.
Sasuke
only raised an eyebrow before downing a quarter of his own bottle quickly. As
he swallowed, he pointed at his… whatever the hell he was to him with the same
hand that was holding his beer and warned, “Don’t think this makes up for
earlier.”
The blond laughed as she
pushed herself away from the countertop and headed toward the bathroom. “I’m
not making up for anything. You totally proved my point anyway.”
“What the hell makes you think
that?” Sasuke demanded from across the room. Clearly
the alcohol had made Naruto even stupider.
“Because,” she replied from
the doorway, “You just fucking got off on being ordered around by a girl!” And
with a big, cheeky grin, she slammed the bathroom door behind her.
Sasuke’s
eyes narrowed on the door momentarily, but that was the extent of his reaction.
He brought the beer up to his lips, took another pull, and shrugged.
“Maybe so, but I’m not the one
who just changed his gender and got fucked
like a girl,” he sneered. And as long as that still put him ahead of Dead Last,
he was okay with that.