Chapter 21

The usually timid girl snickered once Hidan successfully pulled her into his bedroom and shut the door behind them, "Sorry for drinking so much. I didn't notice 'til it was too late."

Hidan's irritation from downstairs faded as he crossed the room to open a dresser drawer, "At least you cut yourself off before you got annoying. Deidara's dumb ass still can't seem to figure that out."

"You don't think I'm annoying right now? I'm surprised!" She smiled cheerfully when he motioned for her to come over, and he began pulling her shirt off over her head, "Y'know, I-I was really nervous, but I don't think I should've been. You're actually a super sweet guy."

His brow lifted sharply as he unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall to the floor between them, eyes shamelessly dancing over her bare chest as he worked one of his shirts over her head, "Now I know you're trashed, Princess."

Hinata suddenly bent her arms behind her head, pulling the shirt off from around her neck and pressing her front against him with an uncharacteristic smirk, "Do I really have to put this on?"

The silver-haired man mirrored her knowing expression, reaching around to tug the shirt from her hands so it'd fall to the floor before grabbing her hips and holding her more firmly against him, "Shameless, as always."

Their lips met smoothly when she brought a hand to the back of his head and pulled his face down within her reach. As the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping expertly past her teeth, the couple gravitated toward the bed.

Soon, Hidan sat on its edge, pulling his excited girlfriend down to straddle his lap with a heated smirk. Hinata tugged his shirt off over his head, running her hands up his bare front before reigniting their kiss. Calloused fingers felt her warm skin wherever they could reach. Every second made the girl more eager to move forward.

'Maybe it's just because we were apart for so long, and I missed him, but he seems impossible to resist right now. I….' Acting on instinct, when the bulge beneath her began to harden, she pressed against Hidan.

His mouth left hers, his head falling back slightly as she expertly danced her lips to his jaw and neck. One of his arms wrapped around her waist and up to hold the back of her shoulder to ensure she wouldn't pull away, while the other roughly held her hip and guided the slow, sensual tempo of them moving against one another.

"If you keep this up, I'm gonna start thinkin' you missed me or somethin'," his voice was low and husky.

Hinata hummed warmly, speaking against his damp skin with her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, "I did, Hidan." She was too focused on her task to comprehend that he was flirting and responded as though what he'd said was meant to be taken literally.

He moaned as though she was torturing him, pressing his hips into hers more firmly, "Yeah, I know." The half-joking tone he'd used before was gone. The pressure he put between her legs became increasingly hard to withstand.

'I wonder if he'd be okay with me trying it again….' The last time they messed around like this, he coached her through it, but she wasn't feeling nearly as uncertain this time around. Hinata wanted to see if she could do it independently, without his help.

Deciding to act before she could talk herself out of it, Hinata straightened her spine to kiss Hidan, speaking against his lips with half-lidded eyes, "I-I'm gonna go down, okay?"

Those dark magenta eyes bore into hers with an emotion she wasn't familiar with and couldn't define, but he made a sound of affirmation, so she carefully came to sit between his feet on the floor, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans to pull his sex into her hand.

Hidan's hands were on the bed at either of his sides, and he tilted his head slightly when she ran her tongue up his length before putting it in her mouth.

As she began moving, doing her best to recall all she'd learned the first time she'd done this, an amused grin met the boy's lips. He held her gaze and refused to release it, "You actually like doing this, don't you? Dirty little tart."

Still drunk, Hinata slid him out of her mouth, continuing to massage him with her hand as she asked nervously, "I-Is that bad? Should I stop?"

The silver-haired man let his head fall back with his hands moving slightly behind him to support his weight, a warm-sounding chuckle meeting the girl's ears, "No, no, no. Hell no."

"But you called me dirty!"

"I know. I'm a lucky bastard, huh? Keep going, Princess."

For the first time, the sarcastic pet name he always uses to tease her stirred something within her lower abdomen. 'Maybe it was the tone…. He hasn't talked to me like that before.' Either way, she obliged and returned to performing the sexual favor. Her eyes traveled up the softly defined muscles of his torso.

'If I do well, he might say more,' the girl challenged herself, feeling determined.

Hinata was too inebriated to acknowledge how out of character her mindset was, but it didn't matter. In fact, she was happy to not have the slightest bit of anxiety. It was nice immediately being able to decide to act on her wants without second-guessing herself. Maybe this was who she could be one day when she figured out how to properly manage her social disorder.

So, cares lost in the wind, the Hyuuga began putting in an impressive amount of effort. Hidan lifted his head, sitting up a little straighter with wide eyes. Her gaze warmed victoriously on his. "Fuck…. What the hell's gotten into you?" He winced, a hand coming to the back of her head so he could guide the speed of her actions.

'I was right! It's his voice that does it!'

It didn't take long for the man to reach his limit. Rather than shove it down her throat like last time, he pulled out most of the way, pumping himself in his hand, "Open your mouth."

Brow furrowed with confusion, Hinata followed his instruction. A moment later, a hot, salty substance met her tongue, and she realized what was happening. Pearl-colored eyes were wide with surprise, searching his glazed-over magenta ones.

When she was sure he was done, she closed her lips around the tip and swallowed what was on her tongue. The moment she released him, Hidan grabbed her arm and tugged her upright so he could shove her onto the bed.

His voice was low but appreciative, "Are you trying to impress me?"

Her jeans and underwear were tugged down her legs and off her body. A tiny moan escaped the girl's mouth when he descended on her with a hand between her legs so his fingers could massage the most sensitive bundle of nerves there.

Breathing immediately became hard to keep steady, making Hidan grin, "Don't fuckin' hold back this time, Hinata."

As though he'd only needed that one night they spent together at the hotel to unlock all her body's secrets, the man found the perfect angle and pressure to steal the air from her lungs. Her back arched, head falling back on the pillows with a whine.

Hidan dipped down to kiss her neck, supporting himself with his free hand. The inexperienced Hyuuga woman's vision was hazy as she gazed at the ceiling with her eyes half-lidded.

He was toying with her.

It was highly possible for him to make the pleasure unbearable without pause, but he did it in small bursts to push her buttons, leaving her on edge. Her hands grasped his shoulders tightly, body pressing up against his when he suddenly did it perfectly. "H-Hidan!" His name left her lips in a pleading voice, barely a whisper.

Then the man kissed her heatedly, somehow getting words out between their lips, "Talk to me, Baby, and I'll stop teasing you."

A soft moan forced itself from her mouth, and Hidan pulled back to watch her face as she struggled beneath him, "Y-You said you wouldn't call me that, so why?"

The man wasn't smirking like usual when she was at his mercy. Instead, the unfamiliar expression from earlier returned, his brow furrowed with focus. "Because you fuckin' like it. Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Hinata's insides coiled at his firm tone, and then her lips moved with words before she realized it, "I want you to, u-um…." When she figured out what she was trying to say, a hint of her bashfulness returned, a blush hot on its trail.

"That's been the plan this whole damn time, right?" Hidan repositioned his weight to his knees so he could grip her jaw, forcing her mouth to open slightly.

Demandingly, he gave her a price, "If you ask properly, I'll do it."

"Huh? I-I can't do that!"

A sliver of bashfulness returned at his request, 'He wants me to say something like that out loud? I'm drunk, but I'm not that drunk!' Hinata gasped when the man's tongue met the crook of her neck again, a slight graze of his teeth following.

Within the next thirty seconds, he made his way lower and lower until she felt him lick her in her most intimate spot. Teeth gritted, she hissed with a hand over her eyes so she wouldn't be tempted to look down at him.

It didn't matter, though, because Hidan mused, "I guess I'll just finish things like this, then."

Clearly, his goal was to torture Hinata because he'd get her right to the edge before backing off and making her mind spin with confusion. After the third time that she was refused satisfaction, the soft moans that'd been leaving her mouth cut off. "J-Just do it or stop already!"

Hidan snickered, lifting himself up with his elbows, arms under her bent legs, and hands holding her thighs, "Do what? I don't know what you're talking about."

'This asshole's really going to make me ask? I could die of embarrassment!' Realistically, she knew it didn't matter how irritated she got because it was inevitable that she'd succumb.

A jolt of pleasure made her jump slightly when his tongue met her again. Her voice cracked as she gave in with both hands covering her face, "Okay, fine!"

Hinata's fingers parted when the bed shifted, and she felt an unfamiliar warmth against her lower abdomen. It was Hidan. His eyes focused on the spot where he pressed his length to her skin as though trying to imagine how deep he could go inside her.

"Are you on birth control?"

Pearl-colored eyes widened when he glanced at her face expectantly, '...We're really going to do this! Oh, God. Am I ready? What if I mess something up?'

She nodded.

It was the truth. The day she returned with stitches, bruises, and bandages on her skin after the fight with Orochimaru, her father made her start taking birth control. The girl'd made the mistake of using her card to pay for the motel room, and he'd found it on the statement.

'I suppose his concern was warranted because Hidan and I did mess around that night. For once, I can't blame him.'

A hand grasped one of hers, interlacing their fingers as her boyfriend smirked down at her, "I'm waiting, Princess."

Unbelievable heat warmed her face, but she managed to get the words out, "W-Will you p-p-put it in p-please?"

The absolute satisfaction on Hidan's face made her a little angry, and she decided she'd get revenge for this humiliation at a later date. Before she could brainstorm what the plan would be, the silver-haired man stole all attention by pressing against her entrance until it began to accept him.

Hinata sucked in a small gasp of shock when she felt the sting, tears welling in her eyes. Hidan moved his hand from between them to hold himself up with it as he came down to kiss her just as heatedly as before, as though trying to distract from the pain. It helped but wasn't wholly successful.

When he pressed fully inside, her back arched to alleviate the cramped feeling, and their lips parted. Hidan's teeth were gritted as he searched her face with something close to a glare, pulling out and thrusting back in to test if she could withstand the pain.

'It hurts! It's supposed to go away at some point, right? I'll feel better soon if I bear with it, won't I?'

The hand that her boyfriend held was pulled from the bed, his moving to cup the back of it as he brought it to his neck and maneuvered her fingers to grip it, "If I'm hurting you, then hurt me back. Don't just lay there and fuckin' endure it."

The pulse beneath her fingertips was quick, the skin hot. As he continued to move, the man hesitantly released her hand to verify if she'd keep it there by herself. When she did, he made a slight sound of encouragement while absently brushing her hair away from her face and neck.

Hinata didn't fully intend to listen to his advice, but her nails dug into his skin unintentionally when he pressed into her more firmly than before. Worried she'd accidentally choke him to the point he'd suffocate, she moved her hand to his shoulder so she wouldn't feel as guilty for hurting him. Her eyes darted down to his pale skin and widened when little crescent-shaped marks marred his neck.

'He's bleeding!'

When she looked up at his face again, though, her brow furrowed. Hidan's eyes were dark and focused, jaw flexed as he steadily increased the pace of his movements. "Y-You like it, don't you?" She should've known before now that this type of thing was in his interest, but somehow it didn't click until he allowed her to see it with her own eyes.

He smirked, glancing down at her body, "You're so fuckin' tiny. I don't know why I'm surprised you're struggling."

As he dipped down to press his lips to Hinata's shoulder, her fingers ran over his, nails grazing his skin as her body continued to adjust to the intrusion.

"Tell me when it doesn't hurt anymore."

Her other hand came up so her fingers could run into his hair, and she nodded with eyes squeezed closed.

Slowly but surely, the discomfort faded. When it felt safe for her to relax her body, she did and sighed with relief when the remaining tension evaporated. It began to feel good. The friction of him moving within her, against her, was foreign, but the Hyuuga girl was coming to really like it.

Suddenly, Hidan's body rubbed against her just the right way when he thrusted in, and her body pressed up against his, a gasp passing her lips as she tried not to dig her nails into his skin, "U-Um, i-it feels…."

A groan vibrated his chest against hers, and he lifted himself to give her an amused look, "About fuckin' time."

The man rose to his knees with a hand on either of her legs to ensure they remained parted to his liking as his eyes danced down her body to where they were connecting. Then, the speed, force, and technic were enhanced. Unfamiliar pleasure flooded Hinata deep inside, a cry escaping her lips. Hidan's smirk tugged upward almost into a grin, magenta eyes alive with excitement.

He smoothly lifted a brow, teasing her with wandering eyes, "Why does everything have to be so damn pretty?" The way he said it was meant to annoy her into no longer holding back her reactions, but she still blushed because of the compliment.

'I can't tell if he actually expects me to be vocal or is just trying to embarrass me,' Hinata wondered as her hands grasped handfuls of the sheets.

When the girl didn't respond, he bent over her further, moved his hands to her waist, and abandoned all restraint. Tears were still in her eyes, and they got thicker as she moaned, unable to choke them down like before. His name left her lips in a pleading tone, but she didn't know what she wanted.

The man's nails dug into her skin, voice low and tantalizing, "That's more like it. Now you can cum, Baby."

Giving her permission irritated Hinata like crazy, but when she began approaching her endgame, Hidan stuck to his word and didn't back off. Through the loud, panting breaths and occasional moan, the Hyuuga repeated his name once more while grabbing his hands. He figured out what she wanted before even she did and came down to hover over her, breath hitting her neck, ear, and shoulder with each thrust.

Her voice was airy and weak as she clung to him as though letting go would be releasing her sanity, "Th-They'll hear!"

Hidan snickered breathlessly, "Let 'em. Who cares?"

'Um, me! That's who!'

The coiling in her lower abdomen couldn't be held back any longer. Hinata's chest heaved, her nails digging into the skin of his back as the nerves exploded with an unfamiliar pleasure. A surprised whine slid from her throat, but then her body moved independently, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder to cut off the embarrassing sound.

"Ah, fuck…!" Hidan whispered under his breath, the tempo of his movements stuttering.

'Did I hurt him? I didn't break the skin.'

When Hinata moved to release him, the last few waves from her climax fading away, he made a swift negative sound, "No, shit, don't. Stay….Keep it…." Understanding, somehow, she returned to how she'd been, struggling to remain still beneath him because the pleasure hadn't stopped despite her climax having passed.

Her muscles tensed with shock when Hidan suddenly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up to straddle his lap as he came to his knees. Dark hair fell messily over her shoulders. His length hit her deeply once, twice, three times, and then the man pressed as deeply as possible into her, his nails digging into her back between her shoulder blades and on her hip.

The sudden change threw Hinata off, and then a heated feeling pooled inside her. It felt incredible. She released the bite on his shoulder to gasp, hips twitching against his as her head fell back. Moments passed where neither moved, and the only sound was their heavy breaths.

"Fuck, you're still squeezing me so tightly, Princess."

Hinata ran her palms up his back, her cheek against his shoulder as she mumbled in a drunken daze, "Hidan."

The arms around her body became more gentle, as did Hidan's voice. Calloused fingers danced leisurely up her back, "Hm?"

Her eyes closed sleepily, and she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, arms slipping lower around his body as she lost the battle with exhaustion.

His voice was warm and fell in and out of focus as Hinata tried not to completely lose consciousness, "You're fallin' asleep, aren't you?"

Her body was moved carefully. The soft sheets met her skin, and the warmth between her legs and against her front disappeared. Half-awake, an unhappy sound rumbled through her chest.

"I'll be right back. Don't throw a tantrum."

The familiar weight of a blanket came over her, and she turned onto her side, finally allowing sleep to take over.

Hinata was drunk and too tired to open her eyes, but she still thought, 'If we get separated come January, at least I'll have this memory to look back on.'