A/N: I'm not gonna lie guys, if you're looking for even a hint of plot, look elsewhere. 90% of this chapter is pure smut and it's a long fcking chapter. If that's not your thing, skip to the end, we'll return to the regularly scheduled programming next time :)
OH, also, there is an semi-NSFW sketch of Hidan and Izumi cuddling up on my tumblr. It's the same name as I have on here–Fireflylitsky
"What am I being careful of?" I asked sheepishly with another press.
He met me from behind with an instinctual grind, groaning low with a shake of his head as if to chastise himself for allowing the primal motion, or maybe shake out the indecent thoughts. I had to imagine he of all people had quite a few.
"You know there are things we can't do yet, baby girl," Hidan reminded in an unusual attempt at being the responsible one.
"I do recall something about that… but I think that maybe Kakuzu is being a little over-cautious. I really feel okay, Hidan... and I've kind of sort of really missed you," I pouted, trying not to sound overly pathetic but not trying that hard apparently.
Yeah, you sound pretty pathetic.
"Oh, sweetheart," Hidan soothed, stroking my cheek and staring at me hungrily in the mirror, "That doesn't mean there aren't plenty of things I can't do to help with that…"
Hidan was quickly shifting and propping himself on his elbows over me. The weight of his body, the firm, heated bare skin of his chest, and… ahem, other areas... against mine, left me reveling in him with a deep exhale.
He quelled it instantly with his mouth over mine.
"I've missed you too… missed you…" he squeezed in these breathy little heart-melting snippets between kisses, "...so fucking much… baby… you don't even know."
There was no allowance to respond. No, his pretty words were fevered between his mouth ravaging my own, leaving me no choice but to sigh and whimper my agreeance into his kiss.
Hidan took to dragging the kisses down my jaw, slathering them onto my neck. "I wanna show you how much I missed you, sweetheart," he whispered against my ear, punctuating it with a bite to my lobe, pulling at it between blunt teeth and summoning goosebumps to raise along my skin.
Traipsing down my body, Hidan took his sweet time in showering my scars with another round of open-mouthed affection that had no shortage of sucking and lapping, leaving me shivering beneath him.
Pausing at my breasts, he sighed, staring down at them longingly and drawing a finger along the small, rounded curves. "I missed these too."
Even in my heated breathiness, I found it in me to scoff. "You guys barely knew each other."
"Yeah, and who's fucking fault was that?" he asked, throwing me a playful, disapproving look. "Now I gotta make up for lost time, hope you're fucking happy."
Oh and I was.
Happy and gasping as his lips ghosted across my breasts, nipping at the hard peaks, pulling at them between his teeth, painfully slow to test my limits.
What limits? Hidan breathing near your freaking nipple seems to push you past them…
That was fair, but unwarranted.
My back arched almost violently as Hidan's mouth engulfed the sensitive bud entirely. I could feel him smirking against me like this was some sort of victory, his hand swiftly skating beneath me without missing a beat to hold my body up.
"I got you, sweetheart." He mouthed his words against me, shushing and coaxing me to take what he was giving as I squirmed and shuddered in his grasp from all the unfamiliar sucking, pinching sensations.
"Oh… o-oh God–Hidan… I-I can't…"
I couldn't take it. I tried to tell him. I really did.
I had no idea nipples could even be that sensitive.
But he shut me up quick with the rough lapping of his tongue as he applied the sweetest suction. It felt like he was actually trying to drink the heat right out of me, and he kept me pitching and melting like that, my chest in his face for I don't even know how long.
The broad hands splayed beneath my back forced the arch of my breasts to meet Hidan's face, my head lolling back to stare at the headboard. Though the hungry, encouraging noises and whispered praises bubbling out of him between nips and pecks and sucking made me so desire a view of this man doing these things to me.
Tossing my head to the side with a fitful noise, I cracked a bleary eye to notice the mirrors on the wall.
And you nearly forgot those…
I did. I was glad I didn't though.
I stared, enamored, blinking several times as I drank in what we looked like. There was something entrancing about it—spectating like that.
I looked helpless. Entirely at his mercy. My body wrenched against him in a strong grip, his fingertips curling, squeezing and dimpling my skin. I was delicate and pliant, being utterly devoured by this ungodly beautiful man.
My face was burning flushed and slack-jawed and a simpering moan leaked out of me upon seeing us like that. Something about it made me shake, sent a bolt of heat straight to my core.
I blindly pawed at Hidan, trying to get his attention, my fingers finding their way to his shoulders and gripping like I might float away if I let go.
"Hi-… H-Hidan…"
"Mm?"
"You're d-driving me... m-me crazy… I feel like I-I-m going to explode i-if you don't…"
"If I don't what, baby?" he encouraged, dragging his tongue over my breast and nipping at me once more as he lowered me back onto the bed.
I still didn't dare let go of him. "I-If you d-don't… touch m-me."
He grinned and I could feel him hard and twitching against me, clearly loving the fact that I found it in me to vocalize such a thing.
"Aw, but sweetheart, I am touching you," he soothed, his hands coming to brush over my cheeks tenderly.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, making a small dissenting noise in the back of my throat.
"No?" he questioned with mock confusion, "is this not touching you?"
For the man he was, with the strength he possessed, his hands were incredibly gentle as they explored the dips of my collar bones, the curves of my shoulders, the slopes of my torso.
He was toying with me, that much I knew.
"It is, but…"
"Mm…but that's not where you want me to be touching, is it baby?" His voice was low and controlled, eyes focused and nearly predatory.
I bit my lip and shook my head.
"Tell me where," he commanded.
"I-I… um… down…?"
He smirked, knowing as pathetic as that was, it was a marked improvement for me as far as sexy-time communication went.
"Oh… down here, baby?" He asked genuinely, rubbing my belly, his fingertips sweeping across it, breaching the line to my lower abdomen… but never for more than a flash of a second.
My breath caught the moments it did though, just in the anticipation that he might go lower. He watched me intently, soaking it in.
I shook my head, breaths growing even more shallow. "N-no… down."
"Oh sweetheart… don't tell me you want me to touch your pussy?" Hidan questioned, biting his lip and pushing his chin out to regard me from above with those half-lidded eyes of his.
"You want me to run these fingers along your cute little cunt?" he asked, his fingertips edging delightfully low over my abdomen, but once again retreating just before they dipped too far.
I nodded desperately.
"Mm, yes, you do. I know that. But I want to hear you say it, sweetheart. Where's my good girl? My polite girl?" Hidan asked, eyes flitting over my face, fingers idly playing with a section of my hair.
I swallowed, gazing up at him and not having time to answer before he was speaking again.
"Let's try this again, sweetheart… Do you want me to play with your clit?" he asked, suddenly bringing his free hand to come slapping down against it with a resounding smack, drawing a startled cry from me.
It was so abrupt, unexpected, something that left my eyes welting… but not from pain. It left me panting, forgetting I was supposed to be answering his question.
His hand stayed cupped there possessively, grabbing firmer, shaking slightly, like he wanted to impart on me the intensity of his hold. As if I wasn't already aware of that.
"Hm? Did you hear me? Do you want me to toy with it until you come, baby girl?"
His hand peeled off me, and when I expected it to rear back for another punishing slap, it didn't. It patted against me, tapping quick and light, ticking like a timer as he waited for me to answer.
The pace quickened and the taps grew harder, frazzling me to spit out an answer as fast as I could.
"Y-y…. y-yes!" I sputtered.
He wanted his polite girl, remember?
I tacked on in a rush, "Pl-please!"
Hidan's eyes darkened approvingly, bringing the damp hand to cup my cheek as he planted a kiss on my forehead. Whispering a muffled "good girl" against it, causing my insides to swell at the softness with which he praised me.
"Think I can manage that," Hidan murmured, his hand glancing over my hip bone and further to rest on the mound between my legs.
Wrapping around my face, thumb beneath my jaw, his other hand held me firmly to look at him, commanding me to meet his gaze as he sidled next to me, leaning over.
Heavy breaths lingered in the space between our faces, his eyes tethered to mine, not making any motion to break as his hand traveled even lower.
Hidan's thumb roughly stroked along my jaw as he spoke. "You should know by now, I just like to see what this pretty face does when I touch you."
Large, nimble fingers inched down over my apex and gently pushed between my lips, immediately finding the engorged source of my tortured need, swiping along it.
"There it is…" Hidan murmured to himself, pressing a slow little circle against it.
My body jolted at the touch… well, tried to, anyway. Hidan's knee shifted to hold me down so the most I could do was writhe helplessly with a whine.
Not that I wanted help…
Hidan may have liked my reactions, but he didn't realize how incredible his were. He was so raw, falling apart over the smallest things, the heavy disbelieving breaths that tore from him, his brows pinching and begging for more.
"My fucking God, baby, I can feel how swollen you are. You really did need me to touch you, didn't you?" He was instantly breathless.
A strangled whine that sounded vaguely like his name fell out of me as I nodded in a very desperate way. Having any semblance of a vocabulary quickly became a thing of the past.
"Fuck, baby… oh…" His brows pulled tighter, eyes locked onto my face so close to his.
I didn't know exactly what mine was doing, but I knew I had no control over it. It flushed hot, my eyes fluttering as I stared back at him practically panting.
"So sorry I made you wait, sweetheart... Does that feel better now?" he asked, continuing the rhythmic pressure, eyes locking onto my every reaction so he could feed into the ones he liked the most.
I nodded enthusiastically. "Y-yes, there."
"Mm… very good, baby girl. I fucking love you telling me what you want."
Lip bit between perfectly straight teeth, he gazed down at me all doting and worshiping like he wanted to give me the world, but would settle for an orgasm instead.
For now.
Two fingers moved to dip inside me just the smallest amount, eliciting a low groan from Hidan as soon as he felt that warm, pooling desire, wet and clinging to his skin.
"Fucking hell... I can't believe how fucking wet you get for me, sweetheart… my good girl," he murmured, dragging his slick fingers along my slit, pulling more wetness out and spreading it so there wasn't a single spot he couldn't glide over smoothly.
Shaking and intense, it felt like I could barely take it, like I was going to burst or melt or I don't even know what. I squirmed beneath him as he continued to lean over me, holding my face still, his own just inches away and studying mine with breathless, gaping moans.
When he'd find a spot that caused my breath to hitch or eyes to roll, his fingers, so broad and skilled, would immediately go to work on it. He'd rifle off attentive little questions like, "Right there?" or "Just like that, baby girl?"
Even though he clearly already knew, yes, there. And oh, just like that.
"Hi-... H-Hidan…" I could barely get the name out under his relentless ministrations, that little button he was nudging was so very tender and sending the most excruciating shocks of pleasure to jolt through me.
"What's up, sweetheart?"
"F-feels… t-too good," I whined breathlessly.
His lids fell heavier, eyes darker, slowly shaking his head. "Oh sweetheart, not too good, nothing could be too good for you. You can take it, baby, trust me."
"I c-can't," I eked out, feeling like I might actually combust. I gripped him tightly by the forearm, nails digging in with effort to stay whole.
"Shhh shh, yes you can, baby girl," he coaxed, punctuated with a tender kiss.
A squeaking whine slipped out of me as he did something with his fingers. Rolling and pinching me gently between them, so slick and smooth.
"Oh that's it, sweetheart… right there, you just let me take care of you. Just breathe and let yourself go, baby girl. I promise I will find every fucking sweet spot you have," Hidan urged, his voice husky and laced with want.
Somewhere in the dredges of my mind, I recognized he was extremely hard and throbbing against my side. I wasn't sure if he realized, or if his body was doing it subconsciously, but he was less than discreetly rutting himself against me, grinding in the same rhythm his hand worked me over in.
My brain overloaded. There was something profoundly sexy about his loss of control and it threatened to undo me even faster.
But his mouth was over mine and the only thing I could vocalize was moaning feverishly into him. The sloppy, wet, incredible, rhythm he pushed between my lips grew in intensity and I could feel something deep in my abdomen clench tightly.
Breathing faster, pitchier, I couldn't even kiss him back. My mouth just fell open with heated breaths, but that didn't stop him from dominating my mouth, sucking on my tongue. I felt like I was turning to putty beneath him and I never wanted to be anything else ever again.
"Hidan… oh… y-yes… oh my God…" I was beside myself, grasping at him, so close and chasing that feeling, nearly there when he abruptly stopped.
"I'm sorry, baby," Hidan whispered against me in a rush. "I know how close you were… just hold on for me…"
He had released the grip on my face and was shifting along me, kissing a trail down the soft planes of my belly and even lower, causing me to gasp as I realized his intention.
"H-Hidan… wh-what are you doing?!" I trilled, nerves spiking my voice to an inhuman octave.
I tried to clamp my legs shut, but he was kneeling between them, running his hands up and down the tops of my thighs as he devoured me with his gaze. His broad chest puffed out with a heady inhale as he looked down at me, fingers in his mouth.
Of course.
"I need to taste you, baby girl."
I was a stuttering mess, my face a freaking bajillion shades of red. "I… I-I don't k-know. You don't h-have to… to do that."
He smirked with a tilt of his head, slowly shaking it. "Baby… you don't understand. I need to."
I could only stare up at him. It seemed like such an embarrassing thing... to have his face down there, but… that expression he wore. I knew there was no talking him out of it.
"Selfishly, this is as much for me as it is for you…" He was pulling off his rosary. "And sweetheart, trust me when I say…" the silver jewelry hit the floor with a soft noise as he tossed it aside, "that you are the only fucking thing I want to worship tonight."
That…
That got me.
It wasn't just some corny line. I knew that. After all he'd confessed, everything he'd gone through alone. The pain, the suffering, the helplessness and all the shame that came with it.
The weight of those words sat heavy in my heart.
Maybe he meant it to be sexy, but it was also his first terrifying step in rejecting everything he'd believed in.
Don't get me wrong though, it was also very much a sexy thing…
Hidan's face was settled between my legs, kissing along the soft inner curve of my thighs, his nails dragging up and down the back of them.
I pushed up onto my elbows to watch, entirely too nervous. The closer he came to my core, the less control I had over the tremors in my legs. Hidan's fingers went from grazing to gripping, his large hands easily holding my legs in place, pushing them back to spread me open.
A small, unsure noise whined out of me at the sight of being so very exposed, and Hidan glanced up to meet my eyes.
His face was really something else as he tore his attention from the view before him, entirely flushed, pupils blown wide, heavy breaths and softly spoken obscenities parting his lips.
"Lay back. Relax for me, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice low and earnest.
I must have looked as scared and apprehensive as I felt because Hidan's face softened further, his voice dropping into an even more soothing tenor.
"Baby girl, don't you fucking dare be worried or embarrassed about this. I have been fucking dying to eat you eat out. Trust me, this is the cutest little pussy on the fucking planet and it tastes fucking amazing." He dipped down and gave it the tiniest little kitten lick as if to prove his point.
That brief split second of his tongue hot against me was enough to melt away my concerns. It sent my entire body to jolt, hips arching up at the sensation, trying to get closer to him.
Needing to get closer to him. To feel that again.
"Mm... see?" he questioned, letting his lips drop dangerously close to me again. He smirked at the urging motion of my hips, like they could somehow sneak closer to him without his notice…
"That felt nice, right? You want more, sweetheart?"
"I…mmm…" I trailed off, nodding sheepishly.
He stared patiently, just the tiniest hint of amusement creeping into his eyes. I realized he wanted me to speak.
"...Y-Yes…" I murmured, lilting my brows as if to wordlessly ask if that was enough.
Hida's lips were still upturned, almost pursed, like he might just kiss me down there. His eyes didn't leave mine, nor did the smirk fully leave his mouth. I watched, my heart thumping madly in my throat.
Hidan slowly leaned in, stopping just shy as he blew cool air against me. The gentle stream of breath was a torturously light touch, and I immediately knew my answer had not been enough.
"That's about all that'll get you, baby girl," Hidan teased, the smile reaching his eyes, amused as he was.
I huffed in frustration which only split his grin more.
"God, you're so fucking cute." He took to kissing along my thighs again. "Try again."
My face burned red, I could even feel the tips of my ears aflame. Another huff. "I… Hidan, can I please… will you please… give me more…?"
There was that adoring face of his. "Ah fuck, that's my girl…"
Another little lick followed by a small kiss. It left me quaking, dying for even more.
Hidan was stupidly attractive looking up at me like that from between my legs, his fingers pressing little divots into the softness of my thighs as he held me open, coaxing me with honeyed words and an even sweeter tongue.
I nodded at him, my breath spilling out unevenly as I did as I was told, laying back.
"Mm, there you go. Just relax and let me bury my face in this pussy, baby girl, I fucking promise you'll like it. I'll make it feel so fucking good."
And oh, it did. Better than good, better than I could even begin to describe.
It started with these tiny little sensations, his breath against the swollen ache of my apex. Him just blowing against it again, not touching it. Agonizing. And just when I thought I couldn't take any more, my hips fighting to make contact with his mouth, he brought his tongue against me.
Tiny little licks. Lapping at me. Showering me with kisses in between. Some sweet, small pecks, others open-mouthed and sloppy, nothing short of making out with my spread lips.
My legs trembled in his grip as I gasped out his name over and over and he responded in kind by wrapping his lips around my pulsing bud with a fevered groan, sucking so gentle and sweet.
"Oh… y-yes… oh H-Hidan…." My fingers didn't even know what to do, they wrenched into my hair at the feeling, some desperate attempt to hold myself together as his tongue threatened to pull me apart.
"Fuck, baby," he spoke his words against my sex, not even able to pull himself away. "Do that to me, sweetheart."
I wasn't sure what he meant until he reached up and grabbed my wrists, yanking them down, forcing my fingers to bury into his hair. He growled into me and sucked harder when I clenched at his roots.
"Fuck… Harder, baby," he broke away to whisper breathlessly.
I felt like I was hurting him with how roughly I pulled at his hair, but the noises it drew were nothing that hinted at pain. His hands came around and splayed over my hips and belly to force them down and keep me still as his tongue flicked and suckled over my sweet spot mercilessly.
Without him to support my thighs, my legs fell to rest over his shoulders, my heels digging into his back. He told me to do that harder, too.
He told me a lot of things. Desperately whispered them into the cleft of my sex as he nosed along my slit like he was high on me.
"Fuck, you taste so sweet, baby…God, I want you to come on my face, please sweetheart. I fucking need it..."
I nearly lost it, my body so on the cusp of falling to pieces, edging up to the line as he worked me over and falling just short of it each time he broke to speak.
Hidan's voice filled with roughness, whispered and desperate. "I'm begging you, I need you to come in my fucking mouth, baby. Think you can do that for me?"
"Ahh… mmmm..." A trilling whine was the closest I came to words as he returned to rolling his tongue over me.
It was frustrating, but exquisite all the same. Each time he returned to sloppily lay down kisses and lav at my swollen little bud, it reignited an inferno in the pit of my core with renewed intensity.
"Oh fuck… oh this fucking pussy, my sweet girl... God, I'm so fucking hard from this, baby. Come on. Come on, sweetheart." His hands ran over my belly, smoothing across my skin, up and over my breasts, finding my nipples, pinching them hard.
I cried out, not in any pain.
He flattened his tongue against me, dragging up and down at a heightening pace. My fists in his hair tightened and I thrust my hips against his face, desperately chasing that burgeoning swell.
"Oh fuck, just like that," Hidan slurred into me, urging me to buck against him further.
Somewhere in me, some small part of me with shame looked on in absolute shock as I pulled him against me with a needy moan, riding my pulsing bundle along his tongue, spread wide and flat for me to find release on.
It felt like I was being too rough on him, my body too demanding as it urged against his mouth without restraint. I tried desperately to reign myself in, but he didn't seem to like that. Not one bit. His hands grasped my hips, helping me along, pulling me into him over and over.
Harder and harder.
I was so close.
My head whipped to the side in a fit, forcing open my eyes to see what we looked like in the mirror and–oh holy hell that was hot.
"Ah… ah… Hi… Hidan! I'm… I'm going to…!"
He growled deep in his throat, lapping against me, feverishly sucking and prodding me to continue the fevered roll of my hips.
He was desperate for me to come from this. The muffled, encouraging noises grinding out of him in place of his usual vocalizations stripped my nerves to nothing. I couldn't fight the surging feeling, my coil at the brink of breaking.
And it did. It snapped. It flooded me with ecstasy.
My whole body seized up, taut and shaking as I released a not-so-tortured cry. My fingers clenched desperately at Hidan's hair as I came hard against his mouth, just as he'd begged me to.
It hit me like a tidal wave, crashing into me, washing over me in a way that was nearly violent. I couldn't have even told you where I was.
The only things I knew in the world were Hidan's name, proven by the nearly unintelligible way it whimpered out of me, and that my fingers knotting into his hair were pulling out the hungriest, sexiest noises I'd ever heard.
I didn't even know how long that feeling racked my body until it became far too sensitive.
My thighs involuntarily came to clamp against the sides of Hidan's head. I immediately began stuttering out an apology as I tried to pry them apart, continuing to short-circuit, but Hidan's large hands came clapping against them to squeeze him between them even tighter.
It was impossibly intense, and I worried if he kept going like he was, I truly wouldn't be able to handle it. But Hidan always read me better than I even could.
I felt helplessly blissful as he slowly relinquished the intense pressure of his mouth just as it got to be too much, his incessant sucking waning and breaking entirely. He pulled my legs apart, pressing one last delicate kiss against my center.
As light as the touch was, it still shocked through me with a whimper, my nerves so unbelievably heightened as I reeled from the orgasm, breathing like I'd just run a mile.
"Holy fuck, sweetheart…" Hidan half whispered, half moaned as he crawled up over me. "That was fucking…" he trailed off, his eyes fluttering as he shivered violently.
I laughed at his incoherent review. "A-agreed..."
As Hidan's face hovered over mine, I took him in as just about the most attractive creature I'd ever seen. Cheeks warm, eyes soft and lidded, silver hair a disheveled mess with strands falling into his eyes.
The satisfied, nearly mystified, expression wrapped it all together as he shook his head, muttering, "Fucking hell, baby girl…" His fingers brushing the hair from my face.
"I'm sorry about… crushing your face… with my thighs," I blurted out though my breaths.
Hidan burst out laughing, forehead dropping against my collar. "Are you fucking kidding me? You could have fucking popped my head off and I would have kept going. I would have fucking walked in on Kakuzu to have him fix me up just so you could fucking do it again, sweetheart."
He'd wiped his face with a forearm, but I was still hit with the distinct fragrance of myself as he dipped in for a kiss.
"You wanna taste yourself on me, baby girl?" he murmured as his lips brushed mine.
I obliged with no argument, quickly finding out that was something I quite liked. He tasted like me, smelled like me. It was just proof that he really was mine... and I very much enjoyed that thought.
Flopping to the side, Hidan pulled me against him as his little spoon, sighing contently in my ear as he settled himself against my back. It was difficult to ignore the healthy erection poking at my ass, but I tried my best.
"Fuck… baby… do you realize what you've just done?" Hidan asked, sounding like he was just realizing something dreadful.
"Hm…?" I was still slightly in a daze, coming down from my high as I considered the question. "Is it… that I lost any ounce of shame I once had?"
The mirror was there to confirm Hidan's grin, which was very audible when he spoke. "Nah, we've got plenty of that to strip away still. Give me some time, you're a tricky one."
"Pffft… if you say so," I conceded, knowing he was by far the expert in shamelessness between the two of us. "Then I don't know, I suppose you'll have to tell me."
"Mm, such a quitter," he teased, rubbing my shoulder and kissing the back of my head, the side of my neck, nosing beneath my ear. Hidan was in full on cuddle mode and I couldn't get enough. "What you've done is ruin food for me for the rest of eternity. That's pretty fucked, you know? Literally nothing will ever be able to compare to what I just fucking ate. I hope you feel at least a little bit bad, Izumi," he scolded.
I narrowed my eyes. "Why does it feel like you're insulting my cooking right now, Hidan?" I scolded back.
Hidan rolled his eyes. "Look, baby, all I'm saying is you got a gourmet pussy."
"Oh my God, Hidan," I groaned, tucking my face into his arm. "That was certainly a sentence…"
Hidan laughed, squeezing me tight. "See? There's that shame alive and well, and you said you were all out…" he tutted.
I peeked at his reflection. He was smiling, looking so handsome and sweet as he joked about the high quality taste of my genitalia. This man… what was I going to do with him?
There was a guilt that came with feeling him stiff against my backside though. I wondered if he was just going to let it fade? Thinking about how crazy it made me to get that worked up and not find release… I wasn't sure how he was doing it.
I racked my brain for a fix. He'd try to stop me if I made any sudden play to help, not that I'd have the gall for that anyway. I didn't exactly know what I was doing, just that I wanted to do something.
I needed to be slow about it, ease him into the idea. With my health and recovery at risk if we were to partake in certain activities, Hidan was being amazingly well-controlled… which was kind of annoying, by the way.
He really could listen, and even be obedient. He just needed the right motivation. But I was feeling well, and maybe… as good a place as it came from with Kakuzu, maybe I knew my body and what it could handle a little better than him…
Just barely, I lifted my leg and arched back so his length fit neatly between my thighs as I let them rest again. With how slick I already was and my thighs holding him in place, he slid right along my slit as I nudged back against him, cuddling closer.
The slow, satisfied intake of his breath let me know two things… one, that didn't feel too terrible to him. And two, he was going to have a hard time stopping me.
Pun intended, as always.
What I learned about myself was that I was no longer an untouchable amount of sensitive… just the regular kind that felt unreal as his erection rubbed over me. That and the feeling of him pushing so close to my entrance immediately pitted within me a feeling of emptiness, aching to be filled.
"Mm, did I not satisfy you, sweetheart?" Hidan murmured, staring at me intently in the mirror, tucking some hair behind my ear.
I rocked my hips again, looking for his reaction but being distracted by my own. So that's what my face looked like when I lost control of it… how very indecent.
"It's not that you didn't… it's just… it's different," I pouted quietly.
He bit his lip, rubbing my shoulder, down my arm, my hip, across my belly, pulling me against him further. He was everywhere, warm and snuggling against me. "Different how?" he asked in that low, gravelly tenor.
I hesitated, unsure of how to say it, but there was really only one way. "I just… still want you..."
"Mm...want me how…?"
"I-Inside…?"
"Fuck… sweetheart…" Hidan suddenly sounded like he was catching his breath. "You know we can't," he pushed out painfully.
"Why not?" I breathed, small and pleading.
He just about lost all sense of control right then and there at the sound of that question falling so disdainfully from my lips. I could see it in his face, the restraint pulling his brows together and tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Baby, you know why… what if I hurt you? I couldn't fucking live with myself," he answered, tensing at the moments I managed to squirm in just the right way, and I delighted in the sound of his breathing against my ear, so harsh and shallow.
To feel him at my entrance, pressed against it, parting me open, but not pushing in was absolute agony. Kudos to him for his self control, but at the same time… come on.
"The fuck are you trying to do to me, baby girl?" he groaned into my ear.
"You won't hurt me. You'll be gentle with me, won't you?" I assured him, placing a syrup-sweet kiss to the forearm currently wrapped around my collar.
"Gentle..." He repeated in a rather endearing way, as if it were a concept so foreign he hadn't even considered such a thing.
The word came off his tongue again like he was trying to envision it, mulling over what it would look like. What it would be like. How he would do it.
"Yeah… fuck, baby girl... Of course I can be gentle with you," he quickly decided, evidently able to imagine it well enough. "But still… I'm not too fucking sure about the idea," he said, shaking breath, hips no longer as still as they'd once been.
His shaft slid over ev-er-y single over-sensitive nerve ending bundled outside my entrance.
Oh, it was driving me freaking insane. I needed to convince him to give in and I knew what it'd take, the thing he'd been pushing me to do all along.
Talk. Tell him what you want.
I breathed in deeply. I could do this.
"Please, Hidan… please," I begged, shy and quiet, just audible enough for him to hear. "I… I know you can do it without hurting me, just... please… I feel so… so empty i-it hurts, please put it in..."
I think it was the most I'd ever been able to vocalize in bed before, but it was also the most I'd ever desperately longed for anyone... It didn't sound quite right coming from me, but it seemed like music to Hidan.
He groaned, lashes fluttery and head lolling back. "Fuck, that's my good girl. Are you seriously fucking begging for my cock right now, baby?"
I gave him a sheepish nod over my shoulder which only deepened the crease between his brows. Need and frustration fought over his features. He looked like he knew he couldn't stop this.
He looked so close to giving in…
He sounded so close to giving in, all breathless and disbelieving as he spoke.
"Didn't even… have to fucking tell you to… and here you are begging for me to bury this big fucking cock in you… is that right baby?" he asked, dragging languidly along my sex.
"Y-yes… Hidan… please, I… I've w-wanted this for so long," I admitted, trailing hitching kisses across the tensing muscles of his thick forearm caging me against him from behind.
"Oh fuck…" Hidan groaned. "Oh fuck, sweetheart, you don't have any clue… any fucking clue what you do to me."
"I… I can feel it." I was pushing my lips to spread around his length even more, grinding slickly along him with a needy whine.
Hidan's eyes clenched as I watched him in the reflection, conflicting desires still warring on his perfect face. "That's right, baby… so fucking hard for you. You like the feel of this big fucking cock rubbing against your swollen little clit, baby girl?" he asked, continuing his sliding little thrusts against me, leaving me to wordlessly moan an affirmation.
"Mm, fuck, you do. Just look at you…"
And he did. He took a silent moment filled with just our breaths to stare at the reflection, intently watching me unravel in his arms.
"What if we just did this, then? Would that be enough for you, sweetheart? I can make you come again just like this, I promise." He planted a breathy kiss on my neck. God, he was trying so hard not to give in, it was almost insulting.
"No!" I gasped out. It was preposterous.
The helpless noise that groaned out of Hidan was such a turn on. Like he was afraid of that answer because he knew it was his too.
"Hidan…?" I whined.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Don't... you want me?" I whimpered, clenching my thighs tight around him.
His eyes rolled back as he released a long, drawn out 'fuck' amidst his panting, quickening pace. "Fuck, baby… don't ask me that. I always fucking want you. More than you could ever know…"
"Sh-show me? Please, Hidan? Please?" I pleaded, practically sobbing with pleasure, though still wanting and hollow. Still needing more.
His breath was shaking as much as my legs when he brought his lips to my ear.
"Izumi… sweetheart… If you keep begging for my cock… " the low, undone tenor of his voice told me he was pushed to his limits. I wanted to shatter them entirely. "God… fuck… how the fuck am I supposed to say no to you like this, baby girl?"
"You won't... hurt me," I assured between breaths, knowing it was the only thing stopping him.
"You can't fucking know that."
"I-I'll tell you if it hurts," I rushed, desperate to soothe his worries.
He was silent for a moment and I closed my eyes, melting around him as his tip continued to edge over my firm, engorged little button, catching against the ridge of his head repeatedly.
"If it hurts, we stop," Hidan whispered against the shell of my ear.
My heart spiked. This was it. He was breaking.
"And you'll b-be gentle," I reminded, another reassurance.
He nodded against me. "I'll be so fucking good to you, sweetheart, I swear," he promised, giving my cheek a sweet kiss like he was already trying to prove he could do it.
"I know you will," I whispered, catching his earnest look in the mirror.
"You ready for me, baby?"
I bit my lip. I'd only done this once before and I wondered about how the pain would compare to my first time.
"Hidan… what if it hurts? It hurt… before. How will I know if it's normal or not?"
"Oh, baby girl," he squeezed me tight against him, pressing kisses into my hair. "It's not gonna hurt. I'm gonna go slow, and you're gonna open up for me. It'll be a perfect fit, sweetheart, you'll see."
He slid back along my wetness and when he pushed forward again, he shifted his hips, angling up into me just the slightest bit, just the tip pushing in before he halted.
"Fuck, you're so damn tight, baby…" he choked, rocking against me but not going further.
Even with just that small amount of him, I was already falling apart at the feeling, fingers gripping and digging into his arm around me.
"That okay right there? Doesn't hurt?" Hidan asked, continuing to kiss the back of my head, rubbing my shoulder, smoothing my hair, eyes trained on me in the mirror for any hint of something amiss.
My head was shaking before my mouth could answer, "doe…doesn't h-hurt."
"Feel good?"
"Y…y-yes."
"I'm gonna give you more, okay?"
"Please," I breathed.
The hand on my hip caressed me reassuringly before gripping it as his next thrust sank deeper. I couldn't help but whimper as it stretched me open. My walls clenched around him, straining to take it, cusping on pain but never reaching it.
Just pure, satisfying fullness.
"Hurts?" Hidan froze, asking quickly, voice spiking. His doting expression shifted to concern and I felt so ungodly deeply for him, just from the way he looked at me.
"No, no… no… no hurt," I assured, watching relief and desire wash over him once more. He kissed across my shoulders, biting down with scraping teeth as he pulled out slowly, pushing back in at the same drawn out pace.
"I just wanna be good to you, baby girl," Hidan said, breath shaking out of him, eyes trained on me in the mirror.
"You are," I promised breathlessly, kissing along his arm.
"Fuck, Izumi…" he groaned incredulously. "I've been waiting for this… wanting this so fucking bad for so long… and baby, you feel…" he trailed off, apparently unable to put words to it.
But he didn't need to, his face said it all. It was full of disbelief, adoration, heavenly pleasure and reverence as he gazed at my reflection, and I his.
He looked so lost in me and not even remotely wanting to be found.
Hidan's usual crass vocalizations continued to ignite that burning pit in me. "God you're so fucking tight sweetheart, squeezing my cock so hard with that little pussy of yours. You're gonna make me come too quick, baby…"
"N-Not yet," I pleaded, not even knowing what I was really saying, just knowing I didn't want it to end.
Hidan breathed out a burst of a laugh. "No? Not yet, I'm not allowed to come yet?"
I shook my head with a whine, watching as his smile pulled larger with another wispy laugh.
"You're tough… but alright. Guess I'll keep fucking you since you're doing so good, sweetheart. I'm gonna give you more, okay?"
Yes, I was ready for more. He'd been so patient and tender with me, and he was right, even though the fullness was almost unbearable in a way, it was not pain. Nothing like pain.
His large hand held firmly around my hip as he plunged further, stretching me to the brink of my limits. I took him with a loud gasp, though not nearly as loud as the shameless, hissing groan he loosed.
"Hi-Hidan," I sobbed. He wasn't even all the way in, I knew that. But the feeling of him hitting against whatever spot he found left me in tears.
"Too much?" he rushed to ask.
"No…" I choked out, "d-don't… stop…"
I was coming. Unbelievable.
Just from that one purposeful thrust, feeling him seated inside me after wanting it, needing it for so long… it hit just right and completely uncoiled me into a boneless, weeping mess in an instant.
"Oh my fucking God, baby." He realized with an urgency what was happening as I clenched around him and let out another sobbing cry of raw bliss.
I could tell he wanted to snap into me, pin me against the bed and hammer out my orgasm. But he flinched and paused, stopping himself, instead rolling into me slowly with just a quick jolt to follow. He fell into a sweet rhythm of this.
"Oh, just like that. That's it baby, ride it out on my cock, nice and slow," he breathed, kissing my neck, holding me tight against him and allowing his fingers to soothe over my body, all the while continuing the unhurried procession of pumping that had me stretching to take a little more of him each time.
I choked out something whining and high-pitched for his efforts, tears rolling down my cheeks from how inhumanly good it felt.
"Shhh shh shh, baby girl, it's okay. That's my good girl, coming all over this fucking cock, holy shit, baby. You came so fucking fast for me... you've been needing this from me, haven't you, sweetheart?" I could vaguely hear Hidan through my euphoria.
The steady, purposeful pumping had me unraveling in stages, the current one being an uncontrollable shuddering accompanied by a low, weeping moan.
"Oh fuck, oh baby girl…" Hidan groaned into my hair, losing himself further, one hand exploring my body as it shook. His hand mirrored how slowly he was filling me, gliding across my scarred skin before settling on my hip with a gentle squeeze to hold me in place and pull me onto him even more.
"Baby, I… I've never fucked anyone like this…" he rasped, breath hitching against my ear. "God, it's so… so fucking good… you feel… fuck… oh fuck, how does this feel so fucking good…?" he groaned incredulously, his head tipping forward with eyes clenched shut.
He was impressively lethargic in his movements, and with the yearning pace, I was forced to really feel every inch of him and pay particular attention to how my insides seemed to stretch and adjust just to fit him.
"Oh, you're taking me so well, sweetheart," he praised with a wet kiss to my neck. I thoughtlessly craned to give him more access and he greedily took advantage, sucking fervently on top of my rapid pulse.
"Almost… almost fucking there… almost all of me," he panted by my ear. "You're being so good, baby girl… can you take a little more for me?"
"Yes… please." God, I sounded needy. But I wanted everything he could give me.
And with a breath catching in his throat, he let out a low, rasping groan of pure satisfaction and disbelief as he slowly speared flush against me with a shudder. He held it there, shaking from effort, the sensation of him attempting to breach my core tearing a half-choked cry from my lips.
"That's it, right there, baby. That's fucking all of me," he said, kissing the top of my head over and over. "Oh, my good girl… taking my whole fucking cock… I knew you'd do it, baby. Fuck, that's amazing… a perfect fucking fit, just like I promised."
He sounded so proud, his voice rough and whispering, darkened and heavy-lidded eyes focused on my wanton face in the mirror.
I swelled again, reviving the shiver that had just started to die down as I wrung out the last drops of my lingering orgasm.
"God… I want to see this face better, sweetheart," Hidan muttered with a heavy breath, hooking an arm beneath my knees.
He never pulled out of me, never even broke rhythm as he shifted to be seated, half reclining against the pillows with me in his arms, pulled onto his lap. He held me there with my side pressed to his chest, my legs dangling over his thighs to the side.
He seemed to be, for once, at a loss for words as he gazed down at me there in his hold. I lost my breath at the sight of him too, though it had already been hitching with each deep push.
Hidan was just… beyond beautiful. The thin ring of his amethyst irises and the knit of his brows painted an expression so lovely and soft on him, especially with his lips parted the way they were, hot breaths falling from them. It contradicted everything he presented himself as.
All the roughness smoothed away just for a moment.
I wished I could find the words. I was reeling for some way to quantify this feeling being dredged up with a flutter in my chest.
His fingers were on my cheeks, wiping at the tears.
"Not from pain, right?" he asked, withdrawing slowly from my spasming, tightly coiled walls before rolling up again with a low hum buzzing in his throat. It turned into a full blown open-mouthed moan when he came to press flush against me at this angle.
I shook my head, whispering out as many 'no's as I could muster. It was so far from pain.
"Does my cock feel so good it makes you cry, baby girl? Hm? Is that all it is?" he asked, brushing at my hair, clearly already knowing the answer but wanting so badly to hear it anyway.
"Y-yes…" I sighed out, lids fluettering.
He groaned deep in his chest. "God, that's so fucking sexy… tell me, sweetheart."
This slow, gentle screwing after I'd already come was making me almost delirious.
"Wh-what?" I eked out, trying hard to keep my eyes open enough to look at him.
"Tell me… tell me how much you love my cock, baby girl," Hidan said, eyes dark and pleading.
"I-I…" I stuttered and trailed off, so enamored with him I couldn't even focus. Those lips of his were full and swollen, surely from biting them with restraint.
My finger was against them, lightly tracing the edges. I felt utterly dazed–completely high on him.
He didn't stop me, he didn't even question me, he just watched me intently, curiously. His breath cast small gusts of heat across my knuckles and suddenly the urge overwhelmed me, I needed to be kissing those lips.
My fingers grasped at his jaw, pulling him down and pressing tenderly against the corner of his mouth before kissing him fully.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I was more than aware of the undulating rhythm of swelling and stretching between my legs still. I absolutely adored the feeling of him filling me so slowly, so sweetly.
"Tell me, baby," Hidan commanded, pleaded between kisses.
"I-I…" I began again, trailing off hesitantly.
"You what? You love this dick fucking up into you? You love how it feels stretching that pretty little hole of yours?" Hidan asked, grunting each time he bottomed out, prompting me, giving me a jumping off point. He was mercifully patient with me, pushing deep to prod me along.
I nodded, swallowing between shaky breaths. "I love…"
Another breath.
"I-I love you."
Oh my. That's not what we meant to say.
It was what I'd been thinking, but vocalizing was never part of the plan. Not after what happened last time I admitted such a thing to a man.
Hidan's breath audibly caught before he stopped breathing altogether. But he didn't stop thrusting into me, that got faster.
His face, the way it shifted at my accidental admission… it left little room for me to think it was something he didn't want to hear.
It dropped into the sweetest, most disarmed version of him I'd ever witnessed. His pupils contracted and blew out, leaving only the slightest ring of color as his eyes flitted across my face intensely.
He couldn't believe it. That much was obvious. That those words were just said to him.
That I said them.
"Holy fuck." His eyes were unblinking and wrought with disbelief beneath his tightly furrowed brows.
His entire body tensed as he jerked into me.
"I'm fucking...coming? Oh, what the fuck, sweetheart," he gritted out, shocked with himself.
His mouth had been agape, but suddenly his jaw clenched and the whites of his eyes crested as they took to fluttering. He wrenched back out of me and thrust himself between my thighs, clamping them together tightly and screwing into them hastily.
He brought his sweat-beaded forehead to mine. "Tell me again," he begged, his voice only a rough whisper and straining tightly through his orgasm.
"I love you. I love you so much, Hidan," I repeated in a rush, my fingers raking through his hair and holding him there against me as he finished.
Then the room was just both of us breathing loudly against each other's lips, our faces still pressed together.
"Oh, baby girl… fucking hell… what in the fuck..." he mumbled all sorts of things between his labored breaths, squeezing a little less than gently at whatever body part his hands happened to be on as they roamed across me.
I cupped his cheeks, bringing him in for a kiss which he accepted enthusiastically, his fervid movements coming to a rolling stop.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby," Hidan breathed out in a rush as soon as we broke. "Are you okay?"
"Wh-what? Sorry for what?" I was bewildered. "Y-Yes, I'm fine."
"For going harder than I meant to in the end… and coming in like four fucking minutes like some fucking kid."
"Oh, Hidan," I laughed lightly, pulling his cheek back to me, pecking at his face all over. "It was perfect."
"The word you're looking for is pathetic, baby girl," he muttered, rubbing his sweaty forehead against mine with a sigh. "You just… you said that and I… I don't even fucking know..." he shook his head.
A moment of silence passed between us as we breathed each other in.
"Baby… sweetheart…" Hidan eventually said, his voice unusually low and soft, hands carding through my hair. "Did you really mean that?"
"Mean it?"
"Yeah… what you said…" he breathed. "Do you mean it?"
"That I love you?" I asked softly, trailing my fingers down the edges of his face.
"Yeah, fucking that."
I shook my head incredulously, planting my lips on his again and mumbling against his mouth, "yes, I mean it. Of course I mean it."
He seemed to lose his breath again, swallowing hard.
"You're fucking insane," he said with a disbelieving laugh.
I pursed my lips. "That's not the usual response, as I've come to understand." I was only half joking because yeah… it would have been nice to hear it back...
Hidan laughed, cupping his hand against the nape of my neck. "I wouldn't know, never been told that before."
He didn't say it in a self-pitying way, more matter-of-fact, but that didn't stop my heart from aching for him. I kissed him extra hard, which he accepted happily enough.
Hidan broke the kiss but held me there against him. "You think I don't love you, sweetheart? I would fucking die for you."
I let out a sputtering laugh. "So that's what, Tuesday for you?"
He shook his head against mine and when I opened my eyes, had he not been holding me there, I would have reeled back from the deadly serious look.
"No. I mean it, baby girl. I would actually die for you."
I stared, confused, but he wiped my mind blank with another kiss.
"Don't worry about it, baby," he mumbled before deepening it, his tongue languidly passing along mine, strong and slow. He'd been so sweet and tender with me up until then that I wasn't at all surprised when he quickly took to dominating my mouth, not an ounce of restraint left in him.
I was content to let him overtake me, easily getting swept up in his fervor.
"Baby?" he broke off to ask.
"Mm?" I couldn't form words yet apparently.
"Has anyone ever told you how strong your pussy game is?"
"Oh my God, Hidan!" I cried, shoving him away.
Hey, words. There they are.
That was clearly just the reaction he wanted. His tongue was bit devilishly between his teeth as he grinned, rolling off the bed and staring down at me like I was the only woman on earth.
"Let me clean you up, sweetheart."
Yes, it was hard not to notice he finished clenched between my thighs, making quite the warm mess between them and on my belly. I stared down at it as he disappeared into the bathroom.
It was odd, I'd never really seen it before… you know, what came out… I touched it experimentally, dragging some across my belly, and after a moment, I hesitantly put that same finger in my mouth.
"Fuck, that's hot…"
I jumped, tearing it from my lips. I hadn't realized Hidan was leaning against the bathroom doorway, quietly watching me.
"You over there tasting my seed, sweetheart?" he casually asked with a smirk, pushing off the doorframe and approaching me with a damp cloth.
"I was just… curious," I admitted, feeling embarrassed and guilty like I'd somehow been caught doing something disgusting. Based on Hidan's expression though, he didn't seem to think too horribly of it.
"Hm, and what do we think, my curious girl?"
"It's… interesting. Kind of weird."
He snorted. "I'll add pineapple to my diet then."
I didn't know why he was suddenly talking about pineapple, but alright.
Hidan stood over me, straightening up as he held the rag before him like it was some fine cloth. With the professional cadence of a seasoned waiter, he asked, "Excuse me, Miss. Are you all finished, or can I take this from you?"
Why yes, he was referring to the ejaculate on my stomach.
He followed up, "If you're still working on it, I can give you a moment."
I half deadpanned, half bit back a laugh. He was having a hard time keeping a straight face himself, but was clearly committed to the bit.
I answered with a stern eye roll. "I'm finished. Thank you, sir."
"Fucking excellent, Miss. Perhaps you'd like a take home container?"
Ugh. There was something just so gross about the idea of that. I pulled a face which Hidan seemed to enjoy immensely.
"No," I dismissed, "I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll have access to a fresh supply moving forward."
Hidan raised an approving brow, "Mm, that you will, baby girl."
He gave up the waiter act and wiped along my soft lower tummy and inside of my thighs to make sure I'd gotten the whole treatment, muttering about how beautiful I was throughout, pressing kisses to each part he touched like they were check marks ticking off what had been cleaned.
He sauntered across the room and I admired his backside as he grabbed a towel.
"Alright, baby girl, I'm going to get us some food," he announced, pulling a towel on and tying it around his waist low enough to display the defined V-cut of his lower abdominals.
Just a towel. Nothing else. That was unsurprising though. Hidan was always a bit of a showoff, and boy, did he have a lot to show off.
The man was truly unabashed, so of course he was going to wander about in public like that.
The thought of him leaving though hit me like a strong gust of wind, suddenly dispersing the euphoric fog my head had been swimming in. He must have noticed my nerves because he came over and crouched down beside the bed, eyes flitting across my still-pink face, taking my face in his hands and tucking the hair behind my ears.
"I'll be right back, okay?" He asked, leveling his gaze with mine.
I nodded at him tentatively. He was leaving me alone… but that was okay, as long as he was quick. This couldn't possibly turn out like Itachi again, right?
I told him I loved him. He told me he loved me… sort of. Heavily implied it, anyway. It was already turning out a million times better than my previous experience.
It would be fine. I would be fine. My broken, worrisome brain would be able to hold it together for a little, surely.
He cupped my cheeks, giving me a kiss, an assuring look, and another kiss before grabbing his money and heading out the door with a click behind him.
A/N: THIS CHAPTER NEARLY KILLED ME. I apologize if there are issues, I literally couldn't look at it anymore. I don't even know... how that much smut... sickeningly sweet gentle smut... came out of me, and for HIDAN of all people. But it's what happened, so yeah, idk. He's not gonna rail her into oblivion while she's still recovering so I wanted him to be a lil sweetie, especially after his vulnerable moment :3
Is it totally corny for Hidan to come from being told he's loved for the first time? Maybe. Do I still simp that shit? 100%
Merry Christmas dears 3 I have missed you and I hope all is well. Still working on writing, but wanted to at least get this out.
