Hinata honestly didn't see the point in being here. TenTen had told her to loosen up, live a little, but she thought she could live just fine at home, with a good book, rather than being surrounded by men her age well on their way to becoming completely inebriated.
Hinata was, in all senses, a good girl. She liked reading, writing, listening to classical music, cooking for no other reason than to give her food away and even curling up on her couch, munching on popcorn and watching netflix programs.
But there was a little part of her that appreciated the darker side of things. Her whole life had been so...stiff and practical, she was a little bit tired of being so suppressed. So, in all reality, there was kind of a point of Hinata being here tonight. To let loose, live a little, and let free that side of her that was usually kept on a tight, stuttering leash.
TenTen came back with a drink in her hand, a wide, party girl smile stretched across her pretty face. "Here ya go, Moonshine."
Hinata took the drink and chucked it back immediately, opening her eyes to the nearly-not-there buzz, and leaning her head back against the wall. "Thanks Bunny. Needed that just a bit to take the edge off."
TenTen laughed, slapping her friend on the back. "I was a street away and I heard that verbal lashing you got from your dad. All over a stupid B- grade?"
"Exactly that. Bringing shame to the family and all that. But you need to go and dance, Rocky boy is watching you like he wants to show you just how youthful he can be." Hinata waggled her brows, nudging her friend onto the dancefloor. TenTen took a large gulp of her martini then handed it to her best friend, tipping an imaginary hat.
"Let loose, get smashed, and open your legs Hinata." Were her last words before her boyfriend whisked her off into a particularly energetic dance. One that was especially amusing because of his signature green spandex.
TenTen could sure pick'em.
"Wise fucking words from your tall friend, Gorgeous." A voice piped up from next to her, effortlessly husky and just that tad bit dangerous that had Hinata interested. She turned slowly, then saw a man, quite possibly, plucked from her dreams. And eroticas.
He was tall, had silvery hair that was slicked back, a strong, masculine face and the most amazing set of hooded violet eyes Hinata had ever seen.
"So which one are you going to get up to tonight? Letting loose, getting fucking smashed or opening up?" He went on, running his gaze down her bangin' body.
She was hot, there was no doubt about it. A wallflower who was meant to be a firework. Long, straight blue-black hair, the creamiest white skin, a body that screamed slopes of sin, and the biggest, palest eyes he didn't know could fucking exist.
She took a sip of her drink, staying silent as she raked her eyes over him, taking in his half unbuttoned top, dark wash jeans and combat boots.
"Depends on how I feel really. Could be either or all three."
Hidan's face cracked into a smirk and he leaned forward, definitely liking the view more as he got closer. She was dressed in an off the shoulder white sweater that hugged her generous chest, tapered into her small waist, and a grey, leather skirt that rode tantilizingly above her knees, with a pair of boots that were just the kind of sharp he liked.
"How would you feel doing all three, or either, with me?"
She considered him for a moment, downing the rest of the drink and giving him a smile that both made him blink and nearly made him drool.
How had he not fucking seen her around college before?
Hinata leaned forward, tilting her head to the side. "I prefer to be sober when I fuck. I like to remember it, when I tuck this side of me away."
Hidan's tongue flicked out, and he licked his lips. So he was going to be her dirty little secret. He found that he really didn't fucking mind.
"I like pain in sex. So if you want to fuck me, I want you to hurt me too." He murmured, taking the glass out of her hand and placing it onto a nearby barstool. He liked masochism usually, but he had a feeling he would especially enjoy it with her.
A girl who looked like an angel, but could hurt him like a Devil.
He waited for her to answer, impatience prickling at his conscience. She leaned forward, hand coming onto his shoulder. "I've never given pain in sex before." Her hands sharpened, and he felt her nails dig into him, scraping down his bare chest. Hidan swallowed, a hiss low in his throat.
She moved her mouth to his neck, drawing her teeth down the skin before biting down near his collarbone. Hard. Hidan's hands came around her, a groan erupting from his throat as he felt the pleasure of her biting hard enough to draw blood.
And when she drew back, a kind of crazed sexuality in her seemingly innocent eyes, Hidan knew this wouldn't just be a one time thing.
He was going to fucking marry this woman.