Author's note: Sasuke's kinky. Some of what goes on in this chapter might be offensive. There is blindfolding, gagging, ageplay and he doesn't obey her when she asks him to untie her. They negotiated before they did this, so everything is consensual. They are both nineteen, she's only acting fourteen. This is the only chapter that has SasuHina. They're going to break up and this will be a genuine NaruSasu, I promise.

-Misbehave-
She sweats when we have sex and is very enthusiastic. I don't sweat when we have sex, and I don't make much noise. Her body is slippery. I have dry skin. My brother—why I am I thinking about him at a time like this? Disgusting—teases me about it. "Sasuke's ashy!" he smirks. "Shut up, Itachi," is all I can ever think of to say. My hair is longer than hers. Her eyes are naturally white, I swear. I can't tell if she's ever rolled them into the back of her head. We're kinky, I guess. Doesn't everybody tie their partners up (or down) while they have sex? Sometimes, like now, we role-play. Our most frequent one is teacher-student. She likes to "be" fourteen. She misses being fourteen, so she chose to be that age in role-play during sex. If we were in Japan, nobody would blink. Here in America, people might find that odd. She's good at what she does. We're not in a D/s or M/s relationship and she doesn't like pain during sex. Mostly, it's the role-playing and dirty-talking. I do it to her, and she responds. I didn't lose my virginity to her. I had sex for the first time when I was—I don't even remember. I do remember she was a one-night stand and we never saw each other again. I was slightly sad for a few days, but quickly stopped caring.

"Can you reposition your hands?" I look down at her and move my hands from her shoulders to her shoulder blades. I'm no longer physically holding her down. Our chests knock together almost painfully. She's about to come. She likes being held down at first, and she struggles forcefully. The first time we negotiated the scene, she told me she liked to struggle while blindfolded and gagged. I told her she'd have to work me into overpowering her and holding her down. It became easier after the second time, and I grew to like it. I enjoy blindfolding, gagging and tying her down immensely.

She shifts her hips and I groan, reveling in the sensation and the noises she makes. I didn't gag her this time. I have more intense orgasms when she screams through the gag. Recently, I developed a technique of removing the blindfold when she has her orgasm. That does a lot for her. Her body convulses as she cries out. It's kind of a weird feeling when her vagina ejects its natural lubrication. Most of it gathers onto the outside of the condom, but a little bit always collects on her inner thighs.
Her chest heaves as I continue. She always has more than one orgasm, and she becomes louder and more…I hesitate to use the word 'wanton', with each one. More…never mind. She struggles against the ropes that tie her wrists to the headboard.
"I want out!" she squeaks, "being" fourteen.
Oh my god, I love this.
"No," I growl.
"Please untie me," she starts to giggle. I can't help but smirk as I refuse her request once more and go harder.

She always has deep, red ligature marks on her wrists afterward. I put ointment on them, and bandages. She hides them with long sleeves or thick bracelets. "Oh," she groans. "Please-please-please Sasuke." Sometimes she giggles or laughs. I've never minded much. It makes me feel less of a pervert for not listening to the word 'no'. It's completely consensual in reality, but still. I kiss her. "Why do you want me to untie you, baby?"
"'Cause…well, I don't know," she smiles. "I bet you don't," I mumble. "Put your ankles on my back."
"No! That's so slutty!" More arching. She throws her head back. I quickly knock my hand against the headboard, catching her head so she doesn't hurt herself. I don't want to have to answer questions at the hospital, even though paramedics and ER doctors have seen everything six times over.
"Untie me!" She has cold hands and feet like me.
"Good girl," I whisper in her ear, biting it. "I'm still not going to untie you." I stroke her gently.
"Why NOT?" she whines. Sometimes, her act of fourteen-years-old drops to five. That's so creepy.
"Because—oh wow—you act like a child and you're a teenager. I teach teenagers."
"I know," she moans loudly. I cover her mouth. Her breath turns to loud yowls as she has another orgasm. Her skin is flushed an obnoxious shade of pink. I move my hands back to her shoulders and grip them tightly as my body jerks, my breath exits in three forceful pants, and I come.

Carefully, I roll away from her and flop down on my back. "You can go back to being nineteen now," I manage, breathing heavily. "So can you." She runs her fingers through my hair.
"That was intense."
"Thank you. I thought so too." She snuggles up to me. I push her gently away. "Not yet. Wait." She frowns as I reach under the covers and remove the condom. I stand on shaky legs and walk to the bathroom, disposing of it in the wastebasket. Condoms are sticky. It's unpleasant, but they do their job so I won't complain much. "Okay." I drape an arm around her.

We don't talk to each other after we have sex. We just cuddle. One of us always drifts off to sleep. The other one showers. Then, we eat together and go about the rest of our day. It's a very comfortable routine.

"Sasuke?"
I turn my head and look at her.
"I love you."
Sometimes after sex, she says that.

"I love you, too," I mumble. Sometimes I wonder if I really do. I like her. The sex is mind-blowing, and we have a lot of fun together. We respect each other and like spending time together. I still wonder, though. It's not like I'm going to leave her or anything. The front door slams. "I'm home!" Kiba hollers. Hinata and I roll our eyes. We can hear Akamaru's claws clicking on the kitchen floor. Hinata can hardly keep her eyes open. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you up when dinner's ready."

She makes an affirmative sound in her throat as I wrap a towel around my waist and step into the bathroom.