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brat party

frat parties were what was keeping konoha university interesting enough to attract new students. the legacy kids dominated the campus, the sorority sisters added their feminine flair, but the newcomers? absolute meat.

sasuke, the cool, collected, 'do not talk to me' rich kid always used these parties as an excuse to get high, drunk, and found himself in meaningless hook ups to kill time. this party was no different.

or so he thought

this chapter was inspired by @gingerkunoichii 's work NEGATIVE SPACE

warnings: alcohol, suggestive language, lesbian kiss (warning because it's so hot), weed, coke, making out, blowjob, peeing? (not in a piss kink way)

you hated parties. not the idea of them—getting together, getting drunk, and waking up with an embarrassing memory or two wasn’t the problem. but this one? this wasn’t a party you could skip. you needed to find a club to survive the academic year, and the stronger your social network, the smoother your university life would be.

you stepped into the massive frat house alongside another newbie, karin. her striking red hair stood out next to yours, which was coffee brown, almost black. the place was packed.

at least you’d had the sense to dress for it. a black deep-neck slip, an animal-print skirt brushing your thighs, stockings, and knee-high boots. you’d added a few vivienne westwood earrings and a necklace for good measure. the nose piercing and the ten others on your ears? perfect. you fit right in with the edgy crowd buzzing around you. at least the impostor syndrome didn't show.

sasuke leaned against the bar, his whiskey on the rocks barely touched, the glass sweating in his hand. his eyes tracked the chaos of the party, but his face gave nothing away. the pounding music, the reek of alcohol and sweat—it all blurred into background noise. none of it mattered.

he knew how these things went. naruto and sakura would scout for new people to be in their clique, and most would end up forgotten by the end of the party.

"right on time," chirped sakura, who was just itching to get drunk.

ino, the tall blonde, dragged you and karin into the group, recognising your 'deer-in-the-headlights' faces. while the redhead immediately jumped into nervous conversation, you took a moment to observe everyone. you fucking wanted to run away and shove your own head in some trashcan. you looked around, taking in the blazing atmosphere of the party. black lights, discoballs hung on the ceiling, bass rattling like small plosive bombs. it was too loud for your taste.

sasuke’s eyes narrowed just a little when he caught the curve of your tits under her jacket. his gaze lingered for a beat longer than he meant to before he forced himself to look away, his expression unreadable. the thought crossed his mind—too quick, too distracting—but he shoved it aside, focusing on the whiskey in his glass instead.

naruto, bigger and bulkier than ever, strode over with that magnetic energy of his. he threw an arm around karin and your shoulders like you’d been friends forever, grinning as he welcomed you both to the university. karin looked even smaller next to him, but at least you didn’t. you were taller than most of the girls—except maybe ino—so you didn’t feel completely dwarfed by his presence. he brought a 'you jump, i jump' vibe to the party. you could tell this kind of presence warranted him being the flagship face of parties.

a quick round of introductions did you some good to put names to memorable faces.

"ignore sasuke, he's in his sulking era," bristled ino.

sasuke listened to naruto’s question, his face giving nothing away as he took another slow sip of his whiskey. he didn’t bother joining the conversation, content to sit back and watch how the newcomers fit—or didn’t fit—into the established group.

his gaze slid over the crowd and landed on you again. there was something about you that kept pulling his attention, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. maybe it was the way you handled naruto’s boisterous energy without flinching, or the quiet confidence you seemed to carry without even trying.

his thoughts were cut short by ino’s comment about his so-called “sulking mood.” his eyes flicked to her, cold and sharp, before he turned back to his drink like she wasn’t worth the effort. the tension in the air spiked, but sasuke didn’t care. the infamous uchiha aloofness was alive and well tonight.

karin elaborated on what clubs she was interested in, her sentences incomplete, her voice stuttering with god knows what jitter.

naruto looked down at you, "and you?"

you paused, taking a moment to think. truth was, you weren’t sure yourself. but you weren’t about to let a frat party dictate what club you’d end up joining.

"what’s the crowd-pleaser?" you asked instead, hoping to steer the conversation away from your indecision.

"ah, join the martial arts club with me, then. i’ll train you real good," he said, his tone dripping with suggestion.

sakura kicked naruto's shin. "not even ten minutes in, and you’re already trying to flirt. shameless."

you stood there, completely unfazed by naruto’s attempt at being flirty.

"what's your major anyway?" asked ino.

"international relations." you hated telling people that. everyone ended up assuming you were a know-it-all.

"i don’t know... we don’t really have a club for that. sports it is, i guess," sakura said with a shrug.

naruto snickered at that, clearly pleased we’d circled back to his suggestion. "don’t worry, sakura-chan, i’ll take care of her," he said confidently, his grip on your shoulder tightening a little, as he looked down at you again.

you crossed your arms, naruto’s still slung around your shoulder, and shot him a look. "mommy? sorry, mommy?" you deadpanned, mocking the way he was practically parenting the newbies.

that set the group off. tenten spit out her drink, choking on laughter, while ino and sakura doubled over, cackling. even hinata giggled quietly behind her hand.

as the others erupted into laughter at your jab at naruto, sasuke’s lips twitched ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a rare, almost imperceptible smile. he couldn’t help it—he appreciated good wit when it was deserved.

tenten chimed, "if you're into ir, you've got to know your languages. do you?"

now that, you nodded without overthinking. if there was one thing you were a deadly expert at, was languages.

temari's eyebrow quirked since she was the head of the debate team, and often participated in the mock united nations events. "oh? care to elaborate?"

"english, french, german, italian, japanese, hindi, marathi"

naruto immediately shot back, "tell me you love me in french... or german," teasing with that grin of his. sakura kicked him again, clearly over it.

you just smiled at naruto, a hint of contempt in your expression. "bâtard sans vergogne..." you muttered.

of course, he didn’t catch the meaning, so he assumed you were playing along. what you really called him? shameless bastard.

as the party picked up speed and the noise hit deafening levels, it seemed like everyone was more or less shitfaced. meanwhile, you stood there, quietly thankful for your absurdly high alcohol tolerance. you'd already downed one glass of the party default god-awful punch—honestly, it should be classified as a crime—followed by tenten’s never-ending stream of vodka shots (about six, maybe seven, but who's counting?). then, of course, came the special concoction ino and naruto had whipped up (basically collecting all the spilled liquor that existed), which was probably dangerous enough to be considered a biohazard. somehow, despite all that, you were still only tipsy.

as someone who had walked the fine line between sanity and madness, the uchiha prince was acutely aware of how easily those lines could blur, leading to disastrous consequences.

he watched, his eyes sharp, as your usually composed demeanor began to slip. your movements grew more erratic, your words slurring just enough to catch his attention.

but there was another part of him—darker, more twisted—that found some kind of perverse fascination in watching your inhibitions fall away. it always happened with the newbies, this inevitable point where they embarrassed themselves, thinking they could demand unconditional loyalty and attention from konoha’s elite just because they were being included in the party games and whatnot.

when shikamaru showed up late—because of course he did—he passed around a joint to anyone who was interested. people scattered to sit on the lawn outside, some claiming camping chairs, others plopping down on the stairs of the patio. sasuke followed, his presence barely noticed. after all, nobody could ever predict his behavior, so he moved with that same quiet, unassuming air he always did.

you sat on one of the bean bags thrown on the grass. your usual poise seemed to crumble, replaced by a relaxed, almost seductive air. your body leaned trustingly on your own elbows, your long legs stretched ahead of you, your boots clacking against each other to the distant boom of the music coming from inside the frathouse.

a spin the bottle game was initiated, with kiba taking on the role of gamemaster, gleefully deciding what the dares would be.

the bottle spun and landed on tenten. kiba grinned mischievously and tossed out the dare: "chug a can of beer... in a handstand."

being the sporty little thing she was, tenten didn’t even flinch. without breaking a sweat, she flipped into a perfect handstand and downed the beer like it was nothing.

kiba’s eyes sparkled as the bottle landed on naruto, the challenge in the air thickening.

“alright, naruto,” kiba said with a sly grin, “i dare you to take your shirt off and let the girls write the most embarrassing things they can think of on your chest. no backing out.”

naruto blinked, then, as usual, grinned that wide, careless toothy grin of his. without hesitation, he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his chest to the eager eyes of the group.

sakura was the first to indulge, scribbling 'swipe right casanova' on his chest. naruto smirked and slapped her ass when she turned around to sit back down.

ino snickered and wrote 'ask me about my feelings' on his abs, knowing how much naruto hated it.

tenten wrote 'i heart ramen' with a glitter sharpie. temari threatened to carve 'not as good in bed as you think' on his torso, but settled for a sketch of a dick on balls on his shoulder.

hinata, as much as she knew she couldn't go soft on naruto, just wrote the number 69 on his torso.

karin stumbled on her way to him and spent half the time touching his body, but wrote 'bad decision' on his stomach.

you pulled out you blood red liquid lipstick and wrote 'i only date my hand' on his left pec.

naruto looked like a graffiti wall. kiba took pictures like he was on journalistic duty, the flash making naruto's muscles stand out.

sasuke let out a snort at the sight, finding it amusing just how well the newcomers figured out what kind of a person he was.

kiba spun the bottle again and it landed on you.

when the bottle landed on you, kiba grinned, clearly expecting chaos. “i dare you to kiss sakura,” he said, his voice laced with obvious amusement.

both you and sakura rolled your eyes at his predictable intention to see two girls make out, but that didn’t stop you. you got off the bean bag, crawling over to sakura like a panther, who met you halfway with a smirk.

naruto, kiba, ino, and tenten erupted in hoots and howls, egging you both on. sakura and you kissed—at first, just a quick, teasing peck, but with the booze kicking in, it turned into something more.

what started as a casual kiss quickly became a proper, tongue-filled sloppy make out. her hands found your neck for support and you held her by her waist with one hand, letting your tongue slide in. sakura was no coward either, she bit your lip, and paved the way for a full-fledged open mouthed, wet kiss.

sasuke's eyes momentarily widened at the intensity of the kiss between you and sakura, a flicker of surprise cutting through his usual stoic expression. more so because you two were right in front of him. the raw passion, fuelled by alcohol, was a far cry from the timid pecks he'd seen before. he hadn't expected the newbie to be this bold, this daring.

he watched, transfixed, as you broke the kiss, your lips glistening with saliva, chest heaving with laughter. sakura chuckled and sat back in her camping chair.

naruto, grinning like a maniac after watching you and sakura, whined, "man, what will it take for you to kiss me?"

you still had sakura's lip gloss on your lips, and hers were stained with your dark red lipstick.

"200 bucks," you shot back, barely skipping a beat.

naruto moved with lightning speed, pulling out four $50 bills from the wallet in his pocket, waving them in front of you. without hesitation, you snatched them up, scooting closer to him. you pulled him in for the kiss, naruto's large hand grabbing the back of your neck, the crowd erupting around you—everyone except sasuke, who remained as unreactive as ever, but twitching just enough. the howls and whistles from the group rang out in the background, adding to the chaotic energy of the moment. kiba of course had recorded the whole thing with a phone in his shaky hands.

by the end of the night, most of them were hammered as hell. sasuke had vanished somewhere, probably off to brood in peace, while shikamaru lay sprawled out in a cloud of smoke from his fifth joint.

you could feel the alcohol settling in, and it was time for a bathroom break. weaving through the drunken chaos inside, you finally made it to the bathroom, only to find sasuke neatly carding a line of what you could only guess was coke.

"uh... sorry..." you mumbled

sasuke didn't flinch at your sudden intrusion, his focus remaining solely on the line of powder before him. he acknowledged you presence with a curt nod, his eyes never leaving the task at hand. with precise movements, he snorted the cocaine, the rush of adrenaline immediately heightening his senses. the uchiha prince felt invigorated, his mind clearing of the dull haze that had begun to settle over him. when he finished, sasuke turned to face you, his gaze piercing and intense.

"sorry... i uhh... had to pee..." you turned to leave to find some other unoccupied bathroom, bumping into the closed door.

sasuke pointed to the toilet seat in the bathroom.

"i'm not gonna pee with you standing here, if that's what you're implying"

a smirk tugged at the corner of sasuke's lips, his eyes glinting with a dark, mischievous intensity. "not necessarily," he said, his voice low and dripping with suggestion.

"can you like leave? fuck... i really have to pee, man"

sasuke simply leaned against the basin, his arms crossed. of course, he'd be someone who played games with people. of course.

you were too drunk to argue and not brave enough to wet you stockings with him watching.

groaning, you hitched your skirt up and little, pulling the thigh high stocking down enough. "fine. look away, though."

sasuke made no effort to do anything. his vision was half-impaired anyway. he stood there, his mind foggy, as you did your business. the sound of a single stream hitting the toilet bowl echoed in the small, barely lit bathroom.

"you're not high enough," he commented.

you were too drunk to muster a logical argument, and he was too far drugged to completely suppress his impulses.

"i'm not doing coke, if that's what you're asking," you slurred, your voice heavy with both defiance and hazy resolve.

sasuke chuckled, a low, almost predatory sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "i wasn’t offering it to you, love," he purred, his voice laced with dark amusement.

"there are other ways to get high," he said, pulling out a single joint, expecting to share. you shrugged, not minding it. sasuke lit the joint, taking a deep drag before exhaling a plume of smoke, and handing it to you when you stood up, pulling your panties and stockings up, and straightening your skirt and flushing the toilet.

as you shared the joint, passing it back and forth, the atmosphere in the bathroom grew heavier with tension. the haze of marijuana mixed with the effects of the cocaine, and the muffled sound of the rave music coming from outside the bathroom made everything feel liminal and surreal.

you had to lean against the bathroom sink, your palms gripping the cool marble counter for stability. sasuke stood in front of you, his presence towering, almost suffocating in the small space. the faint curl of smoke escaped his lips, drifting lazily toward your face, the scent sharp and intoxicating.

"you didn't play that spin the bottle thing... not social?" you asked, taking the joint from sasuke to take a short drag.

"social games aren't really my thing," he admitted, his eyes never leaving yours as he took the joint back and inhaled deeply.

exhaling slowly, the smoke curled lazily from his lips, his gaze dropping to your mouth as you formed a small 'o' around the tip of the joint. the sight stirred something in him, a flicker of desire sparking beneath his usually stoic exterior.

"or did you just not want to end up kissing naruto?" you asked, snorting a laugh at how most of kiba's dares revolved around getting people to kiss each other.

sasuke's expression stayed impassive, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward ever so slightly, betraying a faint hint of amusement. "maybe," he said, his voice laced with dry humor.

"what's your thing then?"

"my thing is power," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "and control."

his fingers traced a slow path along your jawline, tilting your face up to meet his piercing gaze. "when i take something, i take it completely. leave nothing behind but ruin."

the promise in his words was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating, like a siren's call to surrender to the darkness simmering beneath his calm exterior.

you blinked at him, processing his overly philosophical answer, and then burst out laughing, your forehead dropping against his shoulder as you struggled to catch your breath.

sasuke's initial surprise at your laughter quickly gave way to a begrudging smile, his lips curving upward in a rare display of reciprocation. he let his hand travel lightly up your hip, as he looked down at your forehead touching his shoulder.

you looked up straight, feeling dizzy "what... fucked up weed is this?"

sasuke's eyes narrowed slightly at your question, a flicker of unease crossing his features before he masked it with a shrug. "just a special blend," he said vaguely, his tone noncommittal.

his hand moved to your waist, steadying you as you swayed on your feet. despite your dizziness, he remained completely composed, his movements as precise and controlled as ever.

you sat down on the closed toilet lid, and sasuke stood towering in front of you.

"tell me," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic, "what do you want right now?" if sasuke loved one thing, it was to get into people's heads and twist their minds to suit his needs.

the question hung in the air, thick with implication, as he waited for your response, his breath barely steady.

"honestly? i'd kill for gyoza," you mumbled, caught up in a fantasy about food.

a faint, enigmatic smile tugged at the corners of sasuke's lips, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes. "gyoza, huh?" he mused, his voice almost too smooth.

leaning in closer, his breath brushed against your ear, his words a conspiratorial whisper. "i might know a place that serves the best gyoza in town. if you behave yourself, i might just take you there."

this shit was too easy for sasuke. clearly he expected some quick fuck to heighten his already euphoric state.

"says the guy who did coke... i'm the ideal student, buddy."

sasuke's eyes flashed with irritation at your jab, but he quickly regained his composure, a cold, calculating look settling over his features.

"you're one to talk, considering your current state," he retorted, his fingers grabbing your jaw, making you look up at him, emphasizing his point. "at least when i indulge, i know what i'm getting myself into."

there was a hint of disdain in his voice, a subtle reminder of the vast differences between your worlds.

"yes, yes... rich boy and the things he gets away with," you replied, the words tinged with a mix of amusement and irritation.

he leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his hot breath mingling with yours.

"watch it," he warned, his voice low and menacing. "you don't know the half of what i've done, what i'm capable of."

a silent threat lingered beneath his words, a reminder of the depth of his world. "don't pretend like you understand my world."

with that, he pulled back, his demeanour once again icy and aloof, as if the moment of vulnerability had never happened.

you looked at him, pouting. "sorry..."

he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that belied his harsh exterior.

"forget it," he muttered, his tone gruff but not unkind. "we're both a little... out of it right now."

his hand lingered on your cheek for a moment before withdrawing, leaving your skin tingling with the memory of his touch.

"are these parties always this intense?" you asked, your voice curious, considering this was your first-ever frat party on campus, while sasuke was already a second-year.

he hummed in agreement.

"i kinda like the bathroom more than the party," you said, looking around at the dimly lit bathroom.

you had to strain your neck to look up at him, you face right in front of his crotch. "also smells nice... whatever that... room freshener is." you swore you knew that scent.

"i prefer a certain scent," he explained, his voice strained.

reaching into his pocket, he produced a small bottle of cologne, holding it out to you.

you didn't have to see it to recognize it. "oh, you dior sauvage boys... so toxic," you chuckled.

how dare she dismiss his refined taste in such a cavalier manner? "toxic, huh?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "well, at least i don't reek of cheap perfume like some people i could mention."

his eyes raked over you, taking in the way your clothes clung to your curves, the sweet, floral scent of your perfume wafting up to tease his senses.

"hey, don't insult miss dior..." you defended your perfume, looking up at him.

from his view, all he saw was a pair of brown doe eyes and a cute face.

he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting across your parted lips as he whispered, "oh, i wasn't insulting it. just you."

"but since you brought it up..." he paused, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. "maybe i should show you how a real man handles a woman in dior."

sasuke was a master at manipulating women, his quiet intensity a weapon he wielded with precision. he always knew what he wanted—and he took it, no hesitation. he understood that neither of you were in any state to go all the way, but a little indulgence? that was nothing. his fingers brushed through your hair with a cold, almost predatory gentleness, as if stroking a cat he owned, standing tall and looming over you like a shadow.

sasuke's fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your head closer to the prominent bulge straining against his zipper. his voice was a low, husky purr, dripping with sinful intent, "you know where this is going, don't you?"

"buddy i'm stoned. might just bite your dick off"

a dark chuckle rumbled in sasuke's chest at your bold declaration, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "Oh, I highly doubt that," he drawled, his confidence unwavering. his free hand reached down to unzip his fly, and tug his boxers down, slowly revealing the thick, hard length of his erection. he gave himself a deliberate stroke, his cock pulsing with need as he watched your reaction.

"come on, live a little," sasuke coaxed, his voice low and persuasive. "you wanna impress your seniors, don't you?"

you blushed when his long, leaking, hard dick came into your view. "yeah, that's not gonna fit in my mouth" you mumbled, absolutely high from the joint sasuke had shared with you.

sasuke's smirk widened at your candid assessment, his ego stroked by your clear fascination despite your doubts.

he stepped closer, his heated breath washing over your flushed cheeks as he guided your head toward his throbbing erection. "hm, only one way to find out, sweetheart"

with a firm but gentle pressure, he urged your lips to part, the swollen head of his cock nudging against your soft, inviting mouth.

based on whatever you knew about it, you pressed slow, wet kisses to his head first.

a low groan escaped Sasuke's throat as your warm, moist lips enveloped the sensitive tip of his cock, your tongue darting out to swirl around the crown. your tentative exploration sent sparks of pleasure racing through his veins.

"that's it, baby... suck it." his voice was a ragged whisper, laced with desire and barely restrained lust.

after a few unflattering licks, you gently took his head in your mouth, licking the small slit with your tongue.

"fuck..." he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as he struggled to ride out the intense waves of bliss crashing over him.

as your lips stretched to accommodate his girth, sasuke's eyes rolled back in his head, a choked cry of ecstasy escaping him. the feeling of your hot, velvety mouth enveloping his thick shaft was indescribable, each subtle bob of your head sending jolts of electricity straight to his core.

he watched, transfixed, as your cheeks hollowed with each suckle, your lips gleaming with saliva as they worked his rigid length.

you used your hand to stroke what didn't fit in your mouth. you sucked his cock way too much like a pro for someone who was completely stoned.

"you're a quick learner, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice rough with arousal.

his fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your pace as he began to thrust shallowly, savouring the feeling of your tongue dancing along his sensitive underside. "that's it, baby... take it all..."

your neck started to hurt, so you got off the toilet seat and sank to your knees in front of him, the new angle letting him thrust deeper inside, and allowing you to take more of him.

his vision blurred at the sudden increase in depth, his cock plunging past your lips and into the warm, welcoming recesses of your throat. he grunted, his fingers digging into your scalp as he revelled in the tight, silken heat surrounding him.

"fuuuck..." he hissed, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt.

your muffled moans and the obscene suction of your mouth, filled the room, creating sounds of depraved pleasure. at one moment, his thrust went deep, bottoming out, fully lodged in your mouth, to your throat. you simply moaned around his dick, the fullness choking you, each brutal thrust pushing your head back and forth until your nose was pressed against his pelvis, the short tuft of black hair rubbing against the bridge of your nose. he grunted between clenched teeth, his balls slapping lewdly against your chin with every savage plunge.

as his orgasm crashed over him, sasuke's vision tunnelled, his consciousness consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. he felt your throat constrict around him, milking his cock for every last drop of his release, and the knowledge that you were swallowing his seed only heightened his pleasure. with a final, shuddering thrust, he emptied himself into your willing mouth, his cum painting your lips and chin with thick, white streaks. as the aftershocks subsided, he watched, transfixed, as his spend dripped down your face, neck, and pooled on your breasts, seeping between your plump tits.

panting heavily, sasuke slowly withdrew from your mouth, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop. sasuke's gaze remained fixed on your cum-streaked face, his chest still heaving with exertion as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. when you licked your lips clean, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. he pulled you up and crashed his lips into yours, tasting himself on your lips.

he'd zipped his dick back inside, though it kept twitching from time to time. he made out with you against the bathroom tiles, letting his hand slip inside your top, cupping your breasts over your lacy bra, his fingertips gliding against the streak of cum that was pasted over your flesh.

sasuke's fingers found your pert nipples through the thin fabric of your bra, rolling and pinching them roughly as he continued to ravage your mouth. the sensation of your hardened peaks beneath his touch sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through him, his half-hard cock stirring once more within the confines of his pants.

at the sound of the bathroom door banging open, sasuke's expression darkened, his grip on your breast tightening almost painfully. he growled low in his throat, clearly not pleased at the interruption to their heated encounter. "fuck..." he muttered, his voice laced with irritation and residual lust.

your made ourselves presentable and exited the bathroom, letting the random student use it. the sudden bright lights and the noise only made you uncomfortable. a stark contrast to the cosy, intimate setting the bathroom had been.

the party had wrapped up, leaving a trail of discarded cups and empty bottles scattered across the floor. most people had passed out in various corners of the house, still drunk from the chaos of the night. sasuke slipped out unnoticed, his usual need to retreat and isolate himself taking over, as it often did when the noise became too much.

you followed suit, the events of the night lingering in your mind but not enough to keep you from the looming task ahead. there were classes to enrol in, decisions to make, and the chaos of the party was quickly forgotten as you turned toward your responsibilities.

as he walked towards his bike, his mind replayed the events of the evening, particularly his intense encounters with you. the memory of your lips wrapped around his cock, the feel of your throat constricting around him, sent a shiver down his spine.

boy was he glad he showed up to that stupid party.

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