Foul Love (Sasuke x OC)

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The interior is decorated like I did it myself. All the walls are black, but the furniture is all white and grey. The monochrome color palette is just to my liking, and I appreciate Kakashi catering this to my taste.

Sasuke sits on the couch, obviously dreading the party I'm going to force him to go to.

"You're really not looking forward to this, are you?" I ask and take a seat next to him on the couch.

He turns to me and places his arm around my shoulders. "No, not really."

"Well, it's five now, so that gives us two hours before we've got to be there. I'm not going to be late to my own party," I tell the Uchiha who then gives me an eye roll.

"Fine. I'll go, but you cannot leave me in any sort of crowd," he demands.

I laugh before getting up, "You're  big baby, but fine. I don't think there are going to be any adults there, so you don't have to be so on guard."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's Kiba who's helping throw it."

Once I begin to walk away, Sasuke grabs my hand. "Where are you going?"

"Showering."

He nods and releases my hand, so I head down the hall, peeking in one of three rooms. I get the bathroom on the first try, and walk into it. Once again, there are black walls, a white sink, a long mirror above the sink, and a glass shower with a sliding door.

Behind me I lock the door and find myself standing in front of the massive mirror. Everything I had imagined about myself was correct, except for my face and my chest. The look on my face is much more mature than I had imagined it being, and the sense that I really am growing up hits me. Also, I thought my chest had grown a little, but there's a noticeable difference from when I last looked at myself. The tank top I wear doesn't reveal much cleavage, which I'm happy about, but you can still see how it hugs my curves. That' explains the creepy looks from old men I guess...

Once I'm stripped of my clothes, I head into the shower and shampoo and condition my hair. There was no conditioner in confinement, so the vanilla cream in my hair feels amazing. I shave my body and use a sugar scrub. This must've been Sakura's work, because I have a feeling Kakashi knows nothing about hygiene.

After enjoying my fifteen minute soak, I dry my hair with a blow dryer and comb through it. My bangs fall back into place, now that they can actually be styled, and the hair behind my back falls to my butt. Even through two years of hair abuse, the bright red color hasn't faded away.

Then I take my towel off and put on my black undergarments and grey sweatpants, not bothering to put the tank top back on. Sasuke hasn't seen my body like this recently, and if he was going to tease me then he should get teased too. Besides, it was only a sports bra, what could it really do?

I walk across the hall and into my bedroom. Sasuke sits on the black bed, and the Uzumaki crest is painted on the white walls above it. Upon seeing me, Sasuke smirks and I look into the closet.

"Pick me out an outfit," I tell Sasuke. Hands grip my waist and I can feel him breathing on my neck behind me.

Smut lol

"I prefer you wore nothing at all," he says and starts to kiss my neck. Each kiss is sloppy and desperate, but I do what I can to ignore the heat rising in my chest.

The sound of hangers can be heard as I admire the clothes that hang in my room. I assume that this was both Sakura and Kakashi's doing, since Kakashi knows my style, and Sakura knows what will look good on me.