dueces , s. uchiha.
OO4.  /  in the sense that

𓏲ּ.ೃ࿐ THE TENSION WITHIN THIS CAR WAS TRULY INEVITABLE when you fixed your lips to tell them what you had done. but as soon as that horrific, uncomfortable tension came, it left when chansae literally dapped you up and iyana exclaimed in excitement. honestly, you really didn't know why you expected them to judge you because they were the ones who told you to do it in the first place.

crazy asses.

you really needed to get out of your head.

it was super late, which was nothing surprising considering the fact that it was a friday night. who'd start a party early, anyways? you gaze out of the window as chansae and iyana chat and blabber about something that you can't make out. you bite your bottom lip in anxiousness.

multiple stars litter half of the sky, showing that it is getting dark quickly whilst the sky is painted a pretty shade of orange and blue. quite comfortable, one leg crossed over the other as your head rests on the squeaky glass, your chin resting on your knuckle as you ponder, the blurry scenery on the other side of the window whooshing before your very eyes.

you feel like a slut, honestly. nonetheless, it was a deep thought that you push all the way toward the back of your head considering the fact that sasuke had you fucked all the way up plenty of times.

but damn, fucking on his blood? now imagine if you went ahead and fucked his daddy. well, now that you were thinking about it, you probably could've. nahhh, you wasn't gon' do mikoto dirty like that. god bless her soul, she was like your 2nd mother. plus, projecting isn't really a good look.

but then she is the one who raised sasuke to be the man that he is today. a fucking disappointment. it's really a shame. it low key makes you second guess.

okay, what the fuck, y/n !?

. . . anyhow, who knows what itachi could've told others? these men nowadays are genuinely childish— and weird. but, then again, that is the dumbest conclusion ever because you know that itachi isn't that kind of person— he's the complete opposite even, if you were being deadass.

it was surprising when itachi even let you seduce him in the first place. you'd think that he'd be completely against the idea. maybe sasuke and itachi weren't on good terms right now? you doubt it though.

there is a seventy percent chance that you'll see them both at the party like nothing ever happened. that's none of your business tho.

plus you really ain't had to do much to begin with.

...

anyway, he's a honest loyal man, real big on family. very respectful, and very introverted. you're almost 100% sure you've never heard the raise of his voice, or anything like that. shit, here you were again, overthinking. honestly, what the fuck are you even going on about? now you're really in a daze, just completely out of it.

"guys," you ponder.

"hm?"

the pixie cut wearing girl hums in response while nose deep in her phone completely distracted. iyanas eyes merely darted upward a bit, looking directly at you through the rear view mirror, in which has a black ice little trees refresher and a random charm necklace dangling with every movement of the car. she had to focus while driving or everyone was gon die.

wait, what did you wanna ask again? oh yeah!—

"—did i do too much?. . .like, am i a hoe? for fuckin' on 'em?"

you look out of the window in shame, playing with the ripped hem on your shorts.

"fuckin' on who!? ohh, itachi?"

"duh bitch, who else?"

you look genuinely curious and a little concerned. naturally your eyebrows furrow and you slump into your seat, chewing harmlessly on the bottom of your acrylic nail. chansae gives you a middle finger at your sassy response, despite the fact that she asked a dumb ass question.

chansae core, you guess. and proving your point, she rolls her eyes as if you had asked the most stupidest question ever.

"hell nah. you ain't did enough. i would say fuck his best friend too, but you know, that's my nigga 'n all so you kno—"

"chansae." iyana sighs, letting her face speak for itself whilst looking around to look for a parking spot, softly pressing her foot on the peddle.

"what!? i mean, i'm just saying."

"there's literally no parking spots. i'm about to crash out." iyana says flatly, resisting the urge to bang her head against the car window window.

". . .do y'all need me to drive this bitch!? cause what the fawk is the PROBLEM?"

chansae randomly mocks a tiktok audio and your burst out into laughter, hitting the back of iyanas seat causing her to rest her head on the steering wheel stressfully. they always manage to make you weak. it doesn't even matter what they say, its how they say it.

hell yeah. it was gon' be a good night. you was finna chill with yo' bitches, drink and smoke sum, shake some ass and mind your business. you don't gotta worry about your chaotic, toxic, cheating ass relationship for one night.

right? totally.

sike. lmao. chile, don't be delusional.

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                    AS SOON AS YOUR SHOE TOUCHED THE PARTY PREMISES, your nose is met with the disgusting, but familiar scent of marijuana, cigarettes, liquor, sweat and must, ( your nose scutched up at that one ) along with a pinch of sex. chansae tucked her nose under the sleeve of her oversized jean jacket trying to block the overwhelming, gnarly scent.

"oh my gosh, smells like somebody shitted every where." chansae spits.

you and iyana merely nod in agreement, before immediately heading to the kitchen. there was a system and everyone knows how this goes. first thing you do at a party— a house party? is go to the kitchen and get yourself a beverage. anything. liquor, water, shit, maybe some snacks. because who immediately goes to sit down?

the music is booming, the floor vibrating under the step of your and it's fucking packed but honestly y'all were ready for it. as y'all are walking through some people ask your pink haired friend if they can take a few pictures and shit like that but also, it was expected. she is a worldwide known streamer, you can say that she's, "famous," or whatever.

but she'd say that's a drag.

familiar and unfamiliar faces fill the room, and you resist the urge to let out a deep breath. you interlink your arm with iyana's as y'all swiftly make a way through the crowd, continuously saying, "excuse me," with a little of attitude. because move the fuck out the way bitch.

"y'all, ima go find my man! he most likely somewhere with r.l, or something." chansae exclaims, leaning close into the both of your ears so you'd hear her clearly over the jumping music.

"you sure? don't wanna grab a drink or nun?"

"na, but ima come back looking for y'all in a few minutes!" and then there were two. typical chansae.

the curly haired girl face palms and you just stand there, looking off at where chansae walked off.

after a bit of shoving through the rowdy crowd even more, you finally make your way to the kitchen. there's fresh red solo cups still in its plastic and many bottles of liquor at the table. there's also a cooler filled with soda, water and other shit that you didn't care about.

you grab two waters and hand one to iyana, digging your acrylics through the melting ice. you then grab a red solo cup and pour you up a drink.

as you and iyana sip the both of your drinks, a familiar blonde haired girl and a space bun wearing girl walked up to the both of you with huge smiles on their faces, their feet scattering quickly. your face lit up a bit as you engulfed the both of them in hugs, iyana doing the same.

"my favsss! my gosh, it's been too long. looking fine as hell," ino smiles, her long blonde hair smacking your arm as she hugged the both of you tight, her chest pressing up against your arms. tenten greets the both of you as well, rocking back and forth as she held you.

your expression dims down a bit as you realize that they're probably all together with their lil friend group. you know— they were actually close friends of yours. them youngins from konoha. they were always together— it was like twelve of them, including sasuke. you knew that they were most likely watching y'all from somewhere.

"girl, look at you." you grin as you grab her hand and she gives you a little spin.

"we miss you guys so much. how come you haven't been coming around? where's chansae?" tenten bombards you with questions as she looks around for the light haired girl whose loud presence would've probably been love-bombing them as well.

"uh— she's somewhere looking for naruto." you swiftly dodge her first question.

"oh, i think he's somewhere over there with sasuke and sakura. anyways—"

in the past, people have told you that you really didn't have to say much because your face says everything. and right now, this was one of those moments. the expression on your face was unexplainable as you hear the mention of that man's name.

absolutely not.

iyana side eyed you, trying not to laugh at your face. now's really not the time.

as if on cue, F MY BABY DAD by SEXYY RED began blasting from those unnecessary loud ass speakers, and iyana couldn't help but let out a sigh in relief when she seen a smile grow back on your face. thank whatever god that was listening, 'cause iyana didn't know what the hell you might've did to that man.

ino and tenten gave y'all a look. that look that says, 'lets go and pop our poosay.'

you feel?

with quickness, the four of y'all basically sprinted towards the place where everyone was already dancing, immediately throwing ass everywhere. literally, ass was getting thrown everywhere.

and when you unbuttoned your denim shirts, iyana had to lock in 'cause she knew you was gon' start throwing down. once the beat dropped again, you put your hands on your knees, arching your back a little, moving your ass with the beat, bending over on iyana.

iyana's eyes widened a little cause no matter how much it happens she'll never get used to catching it.

your swayed and swirled your hips, letting lose as the fat of your ass moved like water in those little ass denim shorts. you moved your hair over your shoulder, letting go of your knees. you started twerking with no hands, showing out once you seen people put they flashlight on you.

they made a circle around you, tenten smacking your ass and ino putting her face next to it, singing the song, acting a damn fool. iyana was leant all the way back, and people had to hold iyana, backing her up so she wouldn't fall as she catched it.

it was like a damn tornado.

other girls joined in, throwing just as much ass as you together. and y'all was just lit as fuck. where the hell is chanse? probably somewhere sucking d—

"ALL THAT ASS ON HA, DAMN THIS BITCH BAD—"

you decided to do a split, going on your head and bouncin yo ass like there was no tomorrow, genuinely tweaking the fuck out. ino and tenten began twerking they lil booty too, enjoying themselves.

once the song ended, you was out of so much breath— you literally couldn't breathe. you walked over to a random seat, putting your hair up in a scrunchie. my god, it already smelt like piss now it really stinks. you buttoned your shorts up, fanning yourself.

where the hell did iyana go?

now you were just sitting by yourself, hot as hell, with a mug upon your features, how the fuck they just disappear like that? you let your hands fall into your lap, hot as hell. should you go up back to the kitchen and get a water? that's low key alot of work.

you stare off into the abyss, pulling your phone out of your pocket and opening word cookies.

you was truly chilling— minding your business and playing word cookies or whatever. knees pressed together as you rested your chin on your hand, trying to take a breather and a moment to yourself before you decide to socialize again.

it seemed like the party wasn't gon' end no time soon, but lowkey, your social battery was running out. that ass throwing really drained you.

out of nowhere, a figure approaches you, and you don't even notice, face deep in your phone. you feel the weight of the seat that you were sitting on shift a little, which finally catches your attention. you look beside you, tensing once you realize who it was.

oh, no he didn't.

you slowly let your phone drop in your lap as you owlishly ogle at the figure, billions of emotions swirling through your chest. you blankly stare at him, carelessly sizing him up. this bitch ass boy.

that figure, sasuke sides eye you in response, pulling out a black lighter and lighting the blunt in hand that he seemingly just rolled. his lips engulf the tip of the blunt and he flicked his finger on the button of the flame starter until it lit. once it finally lit aflame, he sparked the blunt, immediately taking a pull. he exhaled slowly, looking at you like he didn't even know you.

like y'all wasn't in a relationship. like he didn't cheat on you, continuously.

as if you were a mere stranger he sat next to at a party, unlike yourself, who rudely eyed him without a damn care in the world, the audacity of him.

he pulled the splif away from his lips, his onyx eyes glowing like glossy ink pools. you were starting to hate those eyes.

he manspreads like he always does, looking like he was resistant the urge to smile in your face.

"you good?" he asks.

did he just really ask that?

has he lost it? your eyes starts to twitch a little.

you remain silent for a moment, glaring at him for a little longer, billions of thoughts running through your head— should i choke this nigga out right now? or should i take the blunt out of his hand and put it in his eyes.

snapping yourself out of it, you let out a small chuckle like scoff. you put your attention back to your phone before you did something you regretted.

"i'm gucci."

he looks at you like he doubts that, "you sure?"

you look at him again, anger taking over your features. he needed to stop talking to you. stop stop stop stop. stop.

you let your phone drop in your lap.

"why are you talking to me?"

"i can't talk to you now?"

you take a deep breath.

"sasuke, stop playing with me. please." you huff, going back to your phone before you crashed out.

"i'm not playing with you. i asked if you were good, pretty."

you take a deep breath.

"are you crazy?"

"no." he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"so why. . are you talking to me?"

"why can't i? you was quick to talk to me when you were sitting your pussy on my face."

you stare at him in disbelief.

"can you shut the fuck up?"

"who are you talking to?"

"obviously you, dickhead."

"do i need to fix your attitude?"

"keep your dusty ass right over there."

"got something for you."

and then suddenly, again, out of no where, again, a familiar red haired woman approached the both of you. you put a hand on your face, bracing yourself for the energy you was gon need to beat this bitch up.

what the fuck is wrong with these motherfuckers? this is the girl who he cheated on you with— and she's coming towards you— why—

you look down on your phone. you crack your knuckles, sasuke sits still like he doesn't give a shit.

"sasuke, please tell this bitch to stay away from me, before i beat the both of you up."

she's at least three yards away from you, mugging at you, her glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose as she stood with her fists balled to her side. she looked at you fake confusedly, walking closer.

you stand up.

"excuse me? who the fuck are you calling a bit—?"

you punch her dead in the face.

DUECES.
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btw, r.l means rock lee.
gotta make it a lil ghetto.