CW: Spicy stuff
Things were… interesting between Hidan and I after that. I didn't know how to act with him and he was loving it. That afternoon he insisted on making lunch for me, though the only thing he knew how to make was a basic sushi roll, and that was being generous.
"Hey Izumi, what kind of veggie should I add to this roll? Eggplant or cucumber?" Hidan asked me, standing at the kitchen counter, holding each very phallic vegetable with a rather firm grip.
I sat at the kitchen table trying to finish my sudoku in peace, absolutely mortified by the question since Kakuzu and Deidara were also present at the table witnessing this interaction.
I glared at Hidan with a knowing look which only added a glint of amusement to his eyes.
"I don't know, why not cucumber?" I mused with a shrug before looking back down at the half-completed sudoku board.
"Really? I would have expected eggplant from you," he began, hefting the eggplant in the air. "They're bigger, you get more out of them, fun to look at, ya know?"
I sighed deeply before answering with a pointed glare. "Well, that's true Hidan. Why don't you go with the eggplant then."
"Whoa whoa whoa, let's not be hasty now. There is something to be said about the cucumber's shape." He started waving the cucumber around.
"Nice and uniform, sleek, mostly symmetrical. Some have a slight curve but, you know, I'd like to think that's a good thing." He ended thoughtfully, balancing the vegetable on one finger.
"Dude, you are a fucking psychopath," Deidara chimed in before I had to answer, thank god.
"Seconded," Kakuzu muttered after a sip of coffee without even looking up from his paper.
"Alright alright, I'll go with the fucking cucumber. We don't want to get too wild, am I right?" Hidan was grinning like an idiot.
I was trying desperately to shoot him a look that had a general air of 'would you stop?!', but I don't think I hid my own amusement well enough.
He was looking exceptionally good sans shirt, as per usual, and I found myself admiring the little dimples above his butt as he stood over the counter. Not that he knew this, but even though our little interaction happened only just that morning, I was having the hardest time not thinking about it constantly.
It was very distracting of course, but even worse than that, a lot of it was spent worrying about what Hidan was thinking.
Did he actually feel something for me or was he just vulnerable at that moment? Or maybe it was just a game to him?
In the moment it really felt like we had something more between us but… I had thought that before and been wrong. It was possible he'd already reconsidered his feelings and come to his senses.
He'd been hot and cold with me in the past, perhaps this was no different.
Falling asleep that night, despite being rather tired from how much I had gotten done that day, was proving to be rather difficult. The knowledge that my birthday actually came with real plans that year was making me giddy.
Between that and my more-than-lingering recollection of Hidan from that morning, I was having a rough go of it.
Maybe you should… pay him a visit?
No. It was nearly midnight. Surely he was sleeping.
Plus, he might take it the wrong way. He might just immediately assume I was there to proposition him. I really just wanted some reassurance that he didn't suddenly decide to hate me.
If sleeping with him meant even the slightest possibility of his near-future abandonment, such was my only experience to date, then I didn't want to do that.
Boring...
Not boring. Safe.
Besides, it was my own internal thoughts that made me hesitate to begin with. Still though... I tossed and turned for a few more minutes before my body seemed to get up on it's own. I found myself standing at my door.
I breathed in deep, mustering the courage to even just open the door. If I truly went to see Hidan, and he was as charming as he'd been lately, I wasn't sure I'd be strong enough to resist his advances if he were to use them on me.
And he does tend to use them on you...
But simultaneously, my mind wandered to darker places the more I thought about having not seen him since lunch.
I wondered what he was up to, what he was thinking about. Was he thinking of me?
No, of course not. I had already decided he was fast asleep.
Was he thinking of me as much as I was thinking of him though?
Okay, this is just getting ridiculous. So we've shifted from constant thoughts of Itachi's rejection to Hidan paranoia?
In my defense, Itachi's rejection and Itachi in general were still frequent flyers in my brain, now it was a healthy rotation between him and Hidan.
It's not like Hidan owed me a "goodnight" or anything, it's not like we were together... but there was something about the thought of him just going to bed that night without a word to me that put a festering pit in my belly.
What would I look like if I showed up at his door? Desperate at best, voraciously clingy at worst.
I was stuck in a state of analysis paralysis, staring at my door as I contemplated the pros and cons of going to see Hidan. The last time I went to see a guy I liked in the middle of the night, my heart ended up in a bleeding puddle on the floor.
I looked at the clock. It struck midnight exactly.
Maybe just… go get a snack. A midnight snack.
Yeah, that's a thing.
And while you're up, you can decide.
That seemed reasonable. Enough to get me moving at least.
I opened the door and startled backwards with a gasp.
"H-Hidan?" I whispered in both surprise and relief. He stood there looking like he was poised to knock on my door, leaning coolly against the frame with a dimly lit lantern in one hand.
"God, you know, I never get tired of hearing you say my name." He flashed a broad smile.
He was flirting out of the gate. It was helping to dissolve that nasty pit.
Though there was something just a little off about him.
He looked slightly… disheveled? Shaky? It was hard to pin down. He seemed a little paler than normal, a slight sheen of sweat on him. He reminded me of myself when I'd wake up from a nightmare.
"Were you going somewhere?" He asked.
I swallowed.
"Yeah, I was just… hungry," I said.
"Mmm, I bet you were. Anything I can help with?"
"What are you doing here?" I asked, skipping over his obvious innuendo. I was getting better at detecting them.
"What time is it?" Hidan asked.
"It's midnight, and I don't appreciate you answering my question with another question."
"Heh, that's fine, I can think of some other things about me I'm pretty damn sure you appreciate."
I stuttered out the beginning of a retort but it fizzled out as my cheeks flared to life. He grinned.
"Happy birthday, by the way. Kind of what I came here to say."
I froze. I think my brain broke. He couldn't actually have been there just to say that, could he? Right at midnight? That would mean he'd been waiting to do just this, he timed it out and everything. That would be just… too sweet.
"Hey, are you feeling okay, Hidan?" I was being a bit playful but there was a serious question in there somewhere.
"Why, did I offend you or something? Got a thing against birthdays? Here, let me try again." He cleared his throat. "Hey sweetheart, I just wanted to be the first person to tell you this on your special day... Fuck your birthday and fuck you too."
He smiled. I deadpanned.
"What? Was that not what you wanted?" He asked innocently.
No. I wanted him to kiss me and finish dissolving that pit.
"I wasn't offended. It was just abnormally sweet of you. Plus you're looking a little…"
"Sexy?" he interrupted.
"Hm, not what I was going to say, believe it not."
"... Sexy as fuck?" he tried again, even more hopeful.
"More like 'run-down'," I said bluntly.
He pursed his lips at this. It was an even cuter pout than Deidara's.
"Well, in my defense, I had a pretty fucking exhausting morning." He acted like he was complaining but he had a wistful smile on his face at the memory.
He knew I wouldn't know how to respond to this and he took a moment to thoroughly enjoy my bout of speechlessness.
"Are you really okay?" I eventually asked, deciding to side-step that whole thing entirely.
"Geez, I'm really not sure, Izumi. Maybe you should invite me in, just to be safe," He said with mock concern.
I hoped the overwrought roll of my eyes covered up the secret excitement I had at the lame excuse to have him come in.
"Get in here," I said with an impatient scoff, pulling him in by the wrist.
As if it's a bother...
"Wow. Check out the iron fucking grip, guess I don't have much of choice." He conceded and followed me with a smirk.
"You're hysterical, you know that?" I asked with a scolding undertone.
"Of course I do. I'm self-aware as fuck."
I offered a loud, abrupt snort at this as I led him over to sit on the edge of my bed, setting the lantern he had on the nightstand. It emitted a cozy little glow in my modest room.
"I'm serious, Hidan. You don't look so good, do you have a fever?" I asked, stepping into the space between his knees before him.
Checking his temperature only required one hand, just the back of it against his forehead, yet I found my other resting gently on the sloping area between his neck and broad shoulders.
Hidan closed his eyes for just a moment before laughing off my comment.
"Come on, who the fuck do you think you're talking to? I'm always fine."
He was joking but he was also serious.
I couldn't help but feel incredibly saddened by it. He was Hidan. He'd built up such a persona that he wasn't allowed to be anything else. No one ever expected anything out of him besides surface-level anger, violence and crassness and a self-perpetuated sense of arrogance... but I knew better.
He wouldn't have been at my door at midnight to wish me a happy birthday if that was truly all there was to him.
"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?" he asked, clearly getting weirded out.
I shook my head. "Sorry, just zoning out." I smiled. "I know you said you're fine, I'm sure you are, so maybe just humor me and let me take care of you a bit?"
"What? No. I came in here to fucking take care of you."
"Me?" I asked, incredulous. "What for?"
"Yeah, you. It's your damn birthday and that offer for a back massage is going to expire soon. Thought you might want to use it, lemon-lime."
I thought back to when he'd given me the leg massage after hurling jello-based insults at me and recalled he was rather good with his hands. There was no doubt in my mind that what he was suggesting wouldn't be thoroughly enjoyable.
Though I still pined for a simple kiss.
"Oh my. I didn't realize there was an expiration date. I suppose I better take advantage then, huh?"
"Sure, you can take advantage of me any time you want, sweetheart."
Ignoring that.
"But first. I get five minutes to take care of you," I said.
He scowled and whined. "I already told you I'm fucking fine. I don't need anyone to fucking take care of me."
There was no doubt in my mind he truly believed that. He seemed like he was getting genuinely annoyed by the insinuation that he could be anything less than okay at any given point in time. But that was just so unrealistic. Surely a result of life as a shinobi.
"Please?" I asked, both my hands at that point were on his shoulders. I gave them a small squeeze as some sort of physical plea. "For my birthday?"
With a groan and his head lolling back, he conceded. "Five minutes?"
"Five minutes," I agreed with a smile. I skipped to the bathroom, running a washcloth under cool water.
"You're not gonna stick a thermometer up my ass, are you?" I could hear Hidan asking from the other room.
"Wasn't the plan, but if you ask real nice…" I called from the bathroom, wringing out the washcloth.
"Mm, look at you all feisty after midnight."
I resumed my position standing between his widely set knees.
"You know this is fucking stupid, right?" Hidan said as I began blotting his forehead with the cool, damp cloth.
"Hidan… please," I said, touching my free hand to the nape of his neck, letting the tips of my fingers find their way into his hair.
His expression softened a bit as he sighed.
"Fine…"
I took my time in wiping the cool cloth across his skin. He had put on a show of acting like the whole thing was silly but his unintentional, heavy exhales and lulling of his eyelids told me he enjoyed it on some level. Maybe even needed it.
Hidan really was beautiful. I had noticed it the first time I saw him, his unusual features very striking, but this was the first time I really got to shamelessly admire him at such a close proximity.
His strong, angular jaw, the arch of his eyebrows when they weren't cocked in some arrogant way, the slight cupid's bow of his lips and the little dip above them. His delicate, surprisingly long silvery lashes. Don't even get me started on his eyes.
I had no clue why this man seemed to find me attractive but I suppose I was grateful as I very much liked to look at him.
When I begrudgingly finished with his face, I travelled down his neck and traced along the protruding bones of his collar.
When his eyes were open, they were trained on me. I wanted so badly to just grab his face and press my mouth against his.
I set the cloth on the table, returning to him and smoothing down his hair, allowing my nails to rake down his scalp.
"Mm, done?" Hidan asked, closing his eyes for a second. He didn't seem to totally hate it.
"No. Why is this so hard for you? You've taken care of me plenty of times."
"That's because you need taking care of. You're small..." he reached out to brush his thumb across my cheek. "... and cute, and powerless."
It was almost sweet until he got to the last one. That one was a little too real.
He continued on, his thumb grazing across the skin of my cheek once more before moving to my lips.
"And I'm big, and strong, and powerful." His finger dragged across my bottom lip as he spoke, regarding me with a tilt of his head.
"Isn't it obvious? It's me that takes care of you, baby girl."
My hands came to rest atop his knees to steady me. I may not have agreed with him but the way he looked at me as he delivered that line made my knees want to give out.
He seemed to have everything all figured out in that black and white brain of his. I wanted to argue with him, remind him that physical strength was not the only kind. That everyone needed help sometimes. But he cut me off with a question that made the rest of my mind go blank.
"So when the fuck are you gonna kiss me, sweetheart?"
"W-what?" I stammered.
"You heard me."
I did. I did and he knew it. I heard him loud and clear. I just wasn't expecting that. There was no time to form a witty answer so I was forced to tell the truth.
The horror.
"I was… waiting for you to kiss me," I admitted.
He grinned. "I know."
"You knew?!"
He laughed. "Uh yeah, not like you're fucking subtle. You've been eyeing these silky soft lips since I opened the door. I had half a mind to just shove my tongue down your throat right then and there, mind you."
How romantic.
I produced some sort of incredulous scoffing noise which loosely translated to 'so why didn't you?'.
His face moved within inches of mine, his gaze tethering to my own.
"I wanted to see if you'd do it."
His eyes darkened, the humor leaving them. "Lesson number one, and this goes for basically anything in this miserable fucking world... If you want something, sweetheart, just take it."
His voice was practically a low growl by the time he finished speaking. It spiked my heart rate and shallowed my breath. I squeezed his knees just to feel grounded. Hyper-focusing on his lips I watched as his teeth bit down onto the bottom one.
I just stared, unable to bring myself to move. I wanted to be kissing him, he wanted me to be kissing him.
So why did I feel so paralyzed?
"Izumi." My name came out of the mouth I was so keenly regarding.
I snapped up to meet his gaze again.
"Fucking take it."
It was a command. Almost a rule. And I liked that.
The breath catching in my throat did not stop me from complying. My hands quickly planted themselves onto the sides of his face, pulling him closer to press my lips against his with a soft whine.
It was filled with relief, I had been aching to do it since I saw him at lunch.
Oddly enough, he seemed to be letting me take the lead. I wasn't sure what to do with myself, but I knew what he would have done and I tried my best to emulate it in the absence of my own original thought.
I let my tongue hesitantly peek out against his bottom lip, the one he'd been biting only moments ago.
This garnered a deep, approving hum from him as he opened for me. It did not take long for him to resume control after that, his tongue fighting to dominate mine as both his hands grabbed my waist before moving down to cup my butt, one cheek in each hand.
He squeezed hard with a rough shake, clearly enjoying the way it felt. I did too.
I let out a gasping cry as one of his hands suddenly came slapping down against my left cheek. I let my forehead fall against his shoulder as I breathed in deeply, absorbing the odd stinging pain that somehow, simultaneously set a flame in me.
He brought his mouth down to my ear.
"That was for hesitating…"
I couldn't stop the needy little noise that managed to escape my lips at this.
So there would be repercussions if I didn't do what he wanted, do as he said…? I had to question my sanity for a second because that excited me far more than it should have.
"I'm sorry," I whispered through a breath. He pushed me back by my shoulders to look at me, his hands coming up to hold the cheeks on my face.
"It's alright, sweetheart. Normally I'd have some ways you could make it up to me, but… it is your birthday and I still have that massage I need to give you."
He moved to pull me up onto the bed but I planted myself in place and wrapped my arms around his torso.
"Wait," I whispered, pulling myself tightly against him.
I was just feeling a little overwhelmed.
Left alone with my thoughts all day, I had half-convinced myself that he didn't even like me anymore. And now there he was kissing me like it healed his wounds and was offering to take care of me.
I just needed a second to take it in. It didn't feel real. It felt too good.
"Something wrong, baby girl? I need to fuck someone up?" Hidan asked, one of his hands immediately taking to running through my hair, smoothing it down against my neck.
I loved when he called me that.
I shook my head against him, planting a tiny kiss on his neck to assure him there was indeed, nothing wrong. He inhaled deeply.
"I was just… I was being dumb," I mumbled into him.
"Impossible. We've already been over this. You got that big fucking brain, remember?"
"The two aren't mutually exclusive. It can be both big and dumb."
"Fuck, you got me there. Alright, tell me what you were thinking and I'll tell you if it was dumb."
I groaned. There was no way I was getting out of this, I just needed to get it over with.
"I just thought maybe you… were sick of me already…" I grumbled quietly into his shoulder with a wince.
At first there was no answer, I only felt him shaking before he burst out laughing way too loud.
"Hey, it's too late for you to be laughing this hard," I muttered, feeling more embarrassed than I would admit to.
"Yeah well, you were right, that is really fucking dumb. Super glad I didn't eat your brain when I had the chance."
"Hey!" I cried, tearing away from him to shoot him a dirty look. He looked amazingly amused and shook his head, staring at me with this disbelieving laugh.
"Izumi, sweetheart, you are the only person on this godforsaken planet that I do not want to kill."
He was serious when he said that. The fact that he didn't feel the urge to kill me when he felt it for everyone else was the most deranged compliment I had ever received.
"Get the fuck over here, will you?" He patted the blankets beside him. I crawled onto the bed as he slid off and we essentially traded spots.
"The shirt comes off and you lay on your stomach, arms at your sides," he said, knowing I would need directions even for such a simple thing. I appreciated that about him.
"Why does my shirt have to come off?" I asked, trying not to sound horrified.
"I'm not giving you a fucking massage through your shirt, it would be like getting blown through my goddamn pants. There'd be no fucking point."
I blinked madly several times and made some sort of blustery snort from my throat. I'm not sure what answer I was expecting, but that was not it.
"God, you're fucking cute when you're all flustered," he said work a smirk, brushing my cheek.
I blushed and glanced away. "So you do it on purpose?"
He grabbed me by the chin and pulled my face back to look at him.
"Sometimes," he said, before closing the space between us with an aggressive, domineering kiss. He broke it as abruptly as he began it.
"Stay focused, sweetheart. Remember the next step?"
"My shirt…" I said quietly, looking down at myself.
"I do offer a shirt removal service, free of charge," he said with a raised brow and a bite of his lip.
"Is that so? I'm not convinced you even know what a shirt is based on your wardrobe."
A grin split wide across his face. "That a complaint?"
"No…" I admitted sheepishly. His grin somehow grew wider.
"I'll admit, maybe I'm not the best at putting them on… but I sure as fuck can take one off."
I stared up at him with big eyes, biting my lip as I thought hard on whether or not it would be the right move to take him up on the offer.
On one hand, I ached for him to touch me in literally any way and his fingers brushing against my skin as he pulled my shirt off would certainly fall under that umbrella.
On the other hand, he would see me topless. Which just seemed embarrassing.
Analysis paralysis had set in once again. I wasn't making a choice and he could tell.
Still meeting my gaze, he slowly reached down and grabbed one of my wrists. Equally slowly, he gathered up the other in the same hand and lifted both above my head.
He held them there, staring down at me with a tilt of his head
"Now… I'm gonna pull this shirt off."
"Can I keep a bra on?" I asked.
"You're not wearing one. Also, no."
I balked.
Of course he could tell.
"Not gonna lie, felt pretty fucking nice when you were hugging me."
I wanted to cover my face but my hands were currently being held captive. How did I not think of that before I hugged him?
"Anyway… like I was fucking saying," he gave me a pointed look. "I'm gonna take this off. You're gonna lay on your stomach with your arms at your sides. Got it?"
"Yes…" I mumbled.
"Listen. These directions are as much for me as they are for you. You are very fucking distracting... so I need you to keep me on track. Can you do that?"
I nodded, though I'm not sure why.
You keeping Hidan on track? HAH.
Hidan's fingers quickly found the bottom of my shirt. I could feel his nails gently scraping against my belly as he lifted it. He was not like Itachi who stared at my face the whole time, even as the shirt hit the floor.
No, the second my breasts were exposed, his eyes shifted with surgical precision to stare.
He had recaptured my wrists after the shirt was gone.
I just sat in front of him feeling like I was the catch of the day or something. Kneeling on the bed, arms held between his fingers above my head, staring up at him with a hard swallow as the cold air hit my chest.
"I think I'm… supposed to be… laying on my stomach now," I said, feeling a strange mix of over-exposure but also slightly captivated by the expression he wore as he took me in.
"Yeah… about that," he said, unapologetically gazing at my chest without so much as a blink. He did, however, slowly release my wrists.
"Change of plans, I'm thinking we should start with the front," he said, quite decidedly.
"Hidan!" I scolded, cupping my breasts in my too-small hands, not that I had a sizable chest by any means. "You said to keep you on track!"
"I am on track! It's just, ya know... a different fucking track. It's called a fucking detour, Izumi."
I gave him a look.
"Fucking… fine... lay on your stomach," he muttered and gestured to the bed angrily, crossing his arms in frustration. "Lay on your cute-ass fucking tummy and deprive me of every joy in this life. Go on, go ahead and fucking do it."
He was being such a drama queen, I tried stifling my laughs as I layed down.
I turned my head to look at him, cheek pressed against the blankets.
"You've really built this up, you know. I hope it's as good as you say." I challenged, knowing this would steer him back on track.
"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea who you're fucking talking to."
"No? Well why don't you show me then."
"Would you look at this... The shirt comes off and she turns into a little fucking vixen," he said, eyebrow raised before getting on the bed and mounting me from behind, his hips lowering down so he was seated somewhat on my bottom.
I felt something very distinctly and obstinately pressing against it.
"Um…" I started to question what I was feeling and Hidan quickly cut me off.
He coughed. "Hm. Fuck. Sorry about that."
"Is that… what I think it is?" I asked, pushing my butt up against it to get a better feel.
"Whoa-kayy… hoo… fuck… I don't think you wanna fucking do that…" Hidan said in a strained voice, stilling my hips with his hands, pressing them forcefully into the bed.
"Sorry…" I apologized half-heartedly, mostly amused at his reaction.
"And to answer your question… Do you think it's my fat fucking cock? Because if so… then yes."
"Hidan…" I whispered harshly. If I had pearls I would have been clutching them. Sometimes I had no words for the crassness of this man.
"Look, I promise he's well behaved. You'll barely notice him. Best behavior and all that shit. Something something scout's fucking honor," Hidan assured.
I could hear the slickness of his hands rubbing together as he applied some kind of oil to them.
"Not sure how I could miss it…" I replied sarcastically. I couldn't see him but I was positive he was grinning at the obvious nod to his size.
"Hey, technically it's your fucking fault," he muttered as he finally pressed his hands into my back.
I was going to argue that having breasts did not warrant fault, but I had suddenly become too busy dissolving.
His large hands swept slowly over my entire back to cover it thoroughly with oil. In big, sweeping figure-eight movements, he skated his palms across my skin with the perfect amount of pressure.
He had powerful hands and knew exactly how to use them much to my delight, earning him a plethora of contented sighs of varying volumes and neediness.
"Feel good, sweetheart?"
"Mhmm…" I managed to groan out and he pressed his thumbs along each side of my spine and slowly worked his way down it's length towards him, drawing out a litany of additional puffs and little moans.
"Mm… better be careful with those noises, baby girl…"
I could feel him still hard and now twitching against me. I didn't think it could turn me on so much, but I found myself enjoying the feeling of him against me in that way as much as I did his hands.
"I'm not sure… I can..." I whispered, holding back another heady breath as he pressed a circle deep into my lower back with the heel of his palm. It ended up just coming out even louder after I got my words out.
"Goddamn… you're trying to torture me aren't you?"
"I thought you liked torture…"
"I do, as in I like to be the one fucking doing it."
"Well, it only seems fair that you should be on the receiving end once in a while then." I was getting bold.
I lifted my bottom against him once more and he immediately ground into it like he'd been waiting for that. I gasped at the feel of him pushing at my entrance through our clothes.
"Baby…" he breathed out, no longer moving. "I'm serious, you're playing with fucking fire doing that shit."
"I'm sorry… I can't help it," I whined.
"Oh fuck, don't say that… don't say shit like that, sweetheart…"
I felt him pulse against me and if it was anything like how I felt between my legs, it was almost painful for him. His hands had gone from rubbing and pressing into my back to maintaining a firm but tenuous grip on my hips.
It seemed like it was to still them at first, but then it felt like he was pulling me up against him.
"Why not?" I breathed.
"Mm, Izumi… I gotta ask…" His voice was deep and gravelly from restraint. "Are you trying to get fucked right now?"
There he was again, answering my question with another question. A really freaking blunt one.
I let out a strained unsure noise in my first attempt at answering it
'So yes, I fucked you.'
Why did I have to think about that at a time like this?
Hidan's specific use of words was unfortunate, as I suddenly could only seem to hear Itachi talking about 'fucking' me. My apparently 'cute' attempt at it...
I understood it was only natural for Hidan, given his expressive speech patterns, and I'd even heard him use it in a sexual context before, but this just hit differently.
It would not be wise.
Don't you want more time with him?
At least you could have your birthday together.
Sleep with him now and he'll be gone by morning.
My mind was frantic and racing to administer damage control due to my antics.
"I… I don't think I'm … ready," I managed to get out. "I'm sorry…"
"Don't be sorry for fuck's sake, I just want to give you what you want," he said, which did make me feel a little better but I mostly felt stupid.
"I do think," Hidan started as he swung his leg over me to get off the bed, "I need to finish this standing."
I looked over. He was practically bursting out of his pants.
"Alright…" he said with a deep sigh, "where the fuck were we?"
He yanked me closer towards the edge of the bed so he had a better angle over me and went right back to work. His palms gliding firmly down my back, his fingers going further down and creeping beneath the top of my pants.
Hidan hummed. "You know, technically your spine goes down pretty fucking far, basically to your ass crack. You opposed to pulling these down a bit so I can get to everything?"
It sounded like a flimsy excuse to take my pants off. But then again… he also already knew there was a line I wouldn't cross. It couldn't hurt, right?
Only one way to find out.
"T-that's fine…"
He wasted no time. His fingers hooked into the waist hem.
"Lift," he said, tugging a bit to show they wouldn't come off easily without my cooperation.
"Thought I wasn't supposed to do that anymore," I questioned, turning my head to look up at him with a sneaky little smile.
He cocked his head at me with a raised brow.
"Fuck it. Have it your way then, sweetheart," he smiled wryly and yanked my pants down in what I could only call a show of force, lifting and jarring my body as he did so. Turns out they pulled off quite easily when he was rough with me.
Turns out I liked it when he was rough with me.
Hm. Alarming.
"Hey, those are down way further than my butt," I complained, my pants around my knees.
Hidan shrugged. "If you fucking helped me out I woulda been able to control it more. You made your bed, now fuck in it."
I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Hidan, that's not how that saying goes!"
"Aw man, did I fuck it up? My bad, my bad. I think I know it, it's uh... you fucked in your bed, now shit in it."
"No!"
Hidan was grinning like an idiot. He knew I fake-hated it when he did that so of course he was constantly messing that stuff up.
He was back to putting oil on his hands and surveying me with hooded eyes.
"Looking awfully helpless there, sweetheart…" he said, taking a step back like it would help him get a better view.
"What are you doing?" I ask a bit impatiently. I wanted his hands on me again.
"I'm saving this for later," he said, still shamelessly staring.
I scrunched my face in questioning.
"My God Izumi, do I need to explain this? I'm gonna fucking jerk off to you later. I'm just taking a second to remember this for the goddamn spank bank."
"Oh my GOD," I cried into the bedspread.
Hidan was cracking up.
"I fucking… yeah, I don't know what to fucking tell you. It's really not fair. Look at this ass. Literally every part of you is either cute as a fucking button or hotter than hell. I'm fucking enjoying it, what can I say."
I eventually found it in me to turn my head and look at him. He was just standing there, somewhat shrugging, rubbing oil together and looking at me like I was something beautiful.
"I'm a lot of things, but a liar ain't one of them, baby girl."
I wanted to kiss him badly.
I thought he was something beautiful, especially in the orange glow of the lantern light.
"Which one is my butt?"
"First of all, Izumi, I am begging you. Please just call it an 'ass'. I know you don't really cuss much but that one is like… barely a curse word. You sound like a four year old when you call it a butt and I want to think about fucking you without feeling like a damn pedo…"
I scoffed at his blatant and brazen admission as well as his criticism of my speech patterns.
Rude as beans.
"Secondly, the fuck are you talking about?"
"My… ass," I said in a very quiet voice, "Is it cute or…?"
He smiled widely at my use of 'ass' and took another thoughtful look at it.
"Is it cute or hotter than hell? God, it's fucking… somehow both? I don't know how you do it. Look at this little freckle peeking out of here," he said, grabbing one cheek to spread them apart.
"Hidan!" I shrieked with a giggle and scooted away.
"What? Fuck, I just wanted to see if it had friends!" He feigned innocence. "Also, that was way too easy for you to move away…" Hidan sounded like he was talking to himself.
"What now?" I whined, desperate for his touch but not if he was only going to use it to try to get a better view of my freaking crack freckle.
Though I had to admit, it was kind of freeing how comfortable I was starting to feel around him, even in my current state of undress. It surprised me.
He was easy.
"How much do you trust me?" He asked with a grin.
"With my life," I answered far too quickly and far too seriously for how he had asked the question. I didn't even think about it, I didn't feel like I needed to.
Most of the humor left his face as he regarded me with an odd look. He seemed to be stopped in his tracks, which was unusual for him, taken aback by the bluntness of my answer, but in all fairness I was taken back by his bluntness all the time.
He seemed to store this away somewhere mentally.
"Welp, that's a better answer than I could have fucking hoped for. In that case, put your hands behind your back for me, sweetheart."
I did so hesitantly, watching as he pulled off the cloth belt tied at the top of his pants.
"Good girl," he murmured as he grabbed my wrists together at the small of my back and draped the cloth over them without tying. He bent down to be closer to my ear.
"I'm not an idiot, I know you were actually tied up... so maybe this is a bad idea. But… if I did it… do you think you might like it?"
My brain was getting foggy from the feel of his chest touching against the bare skin of my back as he leaned over me.
I breathed in unsteadily as his free hand caressed the back of my thigh, passing up and onto my ass where it stopped with a squeeze.
I thought about being tied up again and how it might feel different in the safety of my own room, which honestly felt the most comfortable it ever had at that point, with Hidan in it, under the warm lamplight glow.
"I think… I might," I said quietly.
He was swiftly tying and securing my wrists together behind my back.
"You tell me if you don't, baby girl," he said, kissing my bound wrists before moving further south once more.
"My God… this ass," he growled to himself.
His hands were all over it, rubbing and squeezing, pushing the oil across the cheeks and down the backs of my thighs.
I tugged with my wrists as if to pull them apart, just testing the restraints. They were tied tightly. I couldn't deny there was something about that helplessness that made me feel something. It felt wrong to enjoy such a thing, but enjoy it, I did.
"How's it feel, sweetheart?" he asked, his hand traveling up to hold one of mine briefly. My fingers immediately took to curling around his.
He was checking in, I realized. It was... sweet.
"I… like it," I said, breathy as a marathon runner.
"Good, me too." he said in a deep whisper. "Now normally... I'd be spanking you for giving me that fucking sassy ass question earlier and not cooperating with the pants… but it's your birthday after all and I don't want to be too harsh… figure I'll let you off the hook this time… this time."
How very gracious… though that won't be necessary.
I thought back to the stinging feeling of his hand against my cheek earlier and I... I didn't mind it one bit.
"Well…" I trailed off.
No... maybe I shouldn't have said anything...
"Hm? What's that, baby?"
Ugh. These pet names were making me melt. I would have told him anything.
I noticed he tended to really overuse them during these types of interactions. You know... sexy stuff. I suppose he thought it would be encouraging for me.
It certainly was.
"I mean… It was kind of rude of me…." I said sheepishly, a bit muffled into the blankets. I glanced back to see him with a very devious, growing smile.
"Hm, it was… wasn't it?" He said, pushing his jaw out and staring down at me with a lusting approval. He dragged his fingertips over the curves of my thighs and bottom.
"So, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think what you're telling me is that maybe..." he settled his hand firmly on one cheek, "just fucking maybe, you ought to be punished?"
He patted his hand against my ass gently, as if warming it up for what was to come.
"Do I have that right, sweetheart. Do you want this?" His voice alone was enough to set that throbbing ache between my thighs. I could feel myself getting wet.
He patted me a little harder.
"Mm," I pushed out a noise that I thought sounded like an affirmation. I always felt so silly talking during these sexual situations, especially when it was so clear that Hidan was such a natural.
"Put your ass in the air if you want this, baby girl," he coaxed, and I was thankful for the option of non-verbal consent.
Of course my shaky legs were making things difficult as always and I didn't have use of my arms, but I managed to lift my ass up with a whine.
You probably look like a freaking inchworm. A sexy inchworm at best. Still an inchworm though.
I wished I was nicer to myself, but I also doubted I was wrong.
"Mm, now she's being a good girl… but it's too late for that," Hidan tutted, one hand still firmly on my right cheek, the other moving beneath me in the space where I had lifted, hooking around my hip from underneath so he could support me and keep my ass as high as he wanted.
He pulled me up a little higher, spreading my cheeks more and drawing out a gasp from me.
"Fuck if I'm not saving this view for later…" he mumbled to himself as he rubbed his hand over my cheeks, slowly moving from one to the other, causing me to twitch as he lingered on the in-between.
"You ready, sweetheart?"
"Yes…" I eked out.
His hand was gone. When it returned it felt like it brought fire with it.
The cry that came out of my mouth sounded so odd to me. It was quite obvious that pain was not the only thing driving it, there was a thick coating of neediness that tapered out as a whimper.
"Fuck…" Hidan murmured approvingly, rubbing gently over the cheek he'd just spanked. He came down on it again, then again. A succession of squeaks and whines from me punctuating each one as he continued.
When it felt like I had just about reached my threshold for the painful pleasure, he switched to the other side, giving it several small, quick slaps in a row before landing a big one that ended with a grab and a shake, leaving me shuddering.
The long, low growl drawn from his throat made me want to push up even more but I wasn't in control of that any longer. I was once again left wondering if Hidan really was psychic with the way he seemed to know when I had just reached my limit.
"You think you need more?" Hidan asked.
"Need more? You mean… to… learn my lesson?" I asked back, shy and hesitant.
"That's right, baby girl. To learn your fucking lesson," he said, rubbing gently over the tender, punished skin of my cheeks reassuringly.
I whined, some sort of indecisive noise coming from me.
"You want to know what I think?" he asked, his hand moving down my inner thigh and back up, stopping so the tips of his fingers were wildly close to my entrance.
I was thankful he was supporting my ass in the air because the shaking of my legs became a real problem.
"W-what?" I asked shakily.
"I think…"
His hand moved, just slightly. I felt him just barely grazing up my slit and then back down, pressing into the folds and exploring them surprisingly gently.
"Hidan," I gasped in a whisper, overwhelmed by the spark it ignited.
"Mm, I think... you're really fucking wet, sweetheart..."
He lost his train of thought.
The pad of his middle finger stroked from top to bottom several times before settling softly on my bundle of nerves.
He barely moved at all after that and it was driving me insane.
He would slowly press and release, applying more and less pressure at varying speeds, toying with me, watching and listening for my reactions.
And I gave him plenty of reactions.
It was like he was trying to figure out what made me tick, where my buttons were and which ones did what. He was bordering on cruel with how slow and torturous he went about it.
I whined and stretched to press against him more but he only retreated his touch, softening the pressure to almost nothing, causing my whine to grow and become even more impatient.
"Fuck, this is the cutest little pussy I've ever seen… I could play with you all day, baby girl."
He shifted to lightly pinch me between two fingers, rolling and kneading my sensitive little button between them in a slow rhythm which left me a mewling mess.
"God, these fucking noises are gonna be my fucking end..." he muttered to himself, keenly noting my fluttering eyelids with a bite of his lip.
I couldn't even stop them from pouring out of me.
"Shhh, baby girl. I know, I know…" he murmured sympathetically as he continued to touch me in ways that I couldn't comprehend.
"I know you want more, and I'll take care of you… but only if you're good for me…Can you do that? Can you be good?"
"I can," I whined desperately.
"You can what?" he asked, eyes dark and wanting.
I froze, unsure of what I was supposed to say.
"You can fucking what, sweetheart?" He pushed me to figure it out quickly.
"I can… be…" my voice was so quiet and uncertain.
"Mhmm…" he encouraged.
"I can be good… for you."
"Mm, I'm sure you can, baby girl," he groaned out.
He pushed a finger into me, drawing the most fitful, hitching breath from my lips. My hands strained against the bindings to move but they stayed in place behind my back, nails biting into my palms.
"If you're a good girl and take just a little more... Fuck, you're tight… holy shit... this fucking pussy..." He took a second to breathe and gather his thoughts. "I think… fuck… I think if I can get your ass nice and pink... then you'll have earned a reward."
He was pushing in and out of me slowly, practically forcing me to let out a soft little moan every time I felt his knuckle against me.
"You think that sounds fair, baby girl?"
"Y-y…y..."
"Come on, say it. You can do it, sweetheart. We're gonna get you talking."
He added another finger with some strain and began going faster. I thought my eyes were going to roll straight out of my skull. How could he expect me to form words when he was pushing inside me like that?
"Y…. y-ye-s." It took every ounce of effort and it still barely passed as intelligible.
"Good girl…" he praised, curling his fingers inside me. "Ready?"
He thought better of waiting for an answer considering how long it took for me to get out the previous one.
He abruptly pulled his fingers out, leaving me wanting, and immediately replaced the feeling with a blinding, stinging sensation as he came down hard on my ass, drawing a sharp yelp from me. Then again, and again.
"Shh, baby. It's okay… just a little more…" he coaxed as he alternated slapping each cheek, back and forth, not letting up, hammering down on them. I could feel the jiggle of my ass and thighs with each resounding hit.
It was causing the pressure in me to mount dangerously. I worried at one point that I might come from that alone.
Hm. Alarming still.
I lost count of how many he had landed but when it was over, my ass felt unbelievably hot. I could feel it radiating out like it was it's own heat source. He trailed his fingertips over the sensitive skin before rubbing his full palm across my bottom with a surprising tenderness.
"God... fuck, look how rosy this fucking ass is," he muttered, absently rubbing me still like he was utterly enraptured.
I wished I could see, but the view of Hidan was plenty satisfying. I felt like I'd never appreciate the site of my own pink butt as much as he did, so instead I angled my head to be able to look up and back at him as he stared endearingly down at it.
"Was I... good enough?" I asked quietly after a moment, biting my lip.
He looked down and met my gaze with fully dilated pupils. I had no idea how he managed an expression so soft and hungry at the same time but it had me coming apart at the seams.
"So good, sweetheart. You earned this..."
He spread my cheeks apart and it was his turn to come undone at the sight.
"My fucking God… " he muttered, biting his lip.
There was no warning. I gasped out a terribly wanton noise as he buried his fingers in me once more.
He almost immediately pressed into the spot he'd been hitting before and I quickly found myself panting and whimpering in rhythm with his thrusting. I had already been so close, but he didn't know that.
"Oh… wha-…h-how…Hid...an..." My voice came out soft but wanting and almost confused. I felt like I was barreling towards the finish line far faster than what should have been possible.
"Something wrong, baby?" he asked, not breaking rhythm as he tore his fixated gaze away from what he was doing to me in order to meet my hardly open eyes.
There was no doubt my face was a needy, desperate mess.
His head lolled back, brows knitting deeply at the sight of me, his lips parting with a noisy breath.
"Hidan… t-there...don't stop… p-please..."
I sounded desperate and urgent. I didn't have to tell him I was about to come for him to understand.
"Wh-what? Fuck, already?!" He seemed shocked but at the same time, he did not disregard my request. In fact, he seemed to pump even harder, even faster.
"S-sorry… please… d-don't s- ah… s-stop," I pleaded, unable to feel any part of me other than the sparking between my legs each time he rammed into me.
He produced an animalistic, lusting growl deep within his throat. I felt like I was melting into the bed.
"Oh baby girl, don't you ever be fucking sorry. Not for this. I'm not fucking stopping until you come all over my fingers. Let it out, sweetheart. Come for me, baby. Come," he begged, pumping feverishly still.
That was it for me. I clenched around him and heard him groan under his breath as a keening cry erupted from me. I buried my face in the blankets when I realized how loud it was and that I couldn't hold it in.
"That's it baby. Keep going, I'm not fucking stopping, I know you've got more in you... you're wound so fucking tight, sweetheart."
I couldn't believe how long it was lasting. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
Every time I felt like it should have been the end, he'd hit that spot again and just keep extending it out. It felt like I was riding this never-ending wave that kept crashing and crashing but never hit shore.
"You still coming, baby?" Hidan asked, almost incredulously. My entire body was tense and shaking uncontrollably.
I nodded and whined his name through shallow breaths into the blankets.
"Holy fuck… I fucking... said I'd take care of you, baby girl… shit... just imagine if it were my cock in this tight pussy..."
I couldn't respond. I couldn't do anything but feel him. I'd become completely non-verbal with no control over any of the unintelligible noises coming out of me.
"God, you fucking needed this, you're coming all over my hand, sweetheart… so fucking sexy..."
I couldn't tell what was keeping me going, his strong, sizable fingers skillfully slamming into me or the things he was saying. Maybe both.
Definitely both.
"Mm, that's my girl… you're almost there, baby, I can fucking feel it… just relax into it. I got you, sweetheart, I got you..." Hidan coaxed, tightening his hold around my hip as he continued pounding against me for the final stretch.
He could tell when I'd reached my limit, such was his talent.
As requested, I let my body slump entirely on his arm which still held my ass in the air, nothing left in me to assist in keeping it up. Sporadic shivers pulsed through my body as he slowed his pumping before stilling entirely with one last full push, all the way to his knuckles.
This drew a long, satisfied sigh from my panting, parted lips.
"Good girl… such a good girl," Hidan whispered breathlessly.
He pulled his fingers out at a slow, languid pace marked by several praiseful curses, all while lowering me back onto the bed. I could barely move, my body in some sort of euphoric stasis. I managed to turn my head and crack an eye open to see Hidan.
He was casually taking the same fingers that were just inside me into his mouth as his other hand worked to lazily untie the bindings around my wrists.
There under the flickering, amber glow of the flame, in all of his unapologetic, lewd glory… soaking fingers in mouth, erection nearly tearing out of his pants, no shirt, eyes-half lidded… I felt so absurdly warm in my chest as I took him in.
He looked so content, so in his element. It made me realize that maybe... I was his element. One of them anyway. Hidan was good at a lot of things but people wasn't one of them. He was good at me though, I'd come to find out.
Really good.
Not even just sexually, though I couldn't deny the man had an effect on me... In what seemed like such a short time, he'd become my biggest support. It was so odd to think about how we started out.
Back then I was just 'bitch' said with a sneer. Now I was 'sweetheart' and 'baby girl' said with… well I wasn't about to use the L word with where it had gotten me previously. But yes. It felt like that, anyway.
I wanted to be good at him too.
He caught me staring and flashed me a smile. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."
I melted further into the bed.
A/N: So I still need some more time before I get back to regular updates but man, I just had to post this for you guys :3
MAYBE I'VE MISSED Y'ALL JUST A LITTLE.
Anyway... I hope you enjoyed :) and you know reviews breathe life into this old husk of a body so if you've got some words, send them my way, loves.
