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deidaraノ
cw : cunnilingus (hand-mouth) + fingering , captive , restraint , power play , small biting , teasing, dubcon, yandere
✦ Title: Consistency
an: consistency is a foreign word to me 🎋 itachi is NOT safe
© dovenskin
You didn’t know how long you’d been down there—days, probably. Maybe a week. Time slipped in strange ways inside the base. No windows. No clocks. Just shadows, stone, and the sound of your own breathing whenever no one came to bother you.
But tonight, someone had.
You were pulled into a different room. Bigger. Cleaner. Colder.
And Deidara was already waiting, perched on a low wooden bench with one leg draped over the other, like this was something casual. Like he did this all the time. You didn’t say a word. Neither did he—not at first. Just watched you with that pale, pointed face and slow, lazy smirk.
“Sit,” he said eventually, patting his lap.
You hesitated. His eyes narrowed.
So you obeyed, hands still tied behind your back. Rope, tight. Not painful, but enough to keep you still, keep you obedient. Deidara liked control. He liked reactions. You could already tell.
“Good girl,” he muttered, shifting you until your thighs were spread across his lap, knees bent on either side of his hips. “Now. Don’t move. I want to try something.”
That should’ve scared you more than it did.
His hand—only one—came to rest on your inner thigh, fingers splayed. His thumb brushed absentminded circles over your skin, soft and slow. You tensed, already feeling the unnatural heat building in his palm.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he murmured, mouth close to your ear. “About how it’d feel. What kind of sounds you’d make. What you’d do when it starts licking you.”
And then, it did.
You sucked in a breath as his palm moved higher, spreading your thighs further apart with firm pressure. His fingers stayed in place to guide you, but the mouth on his palm opened wide, tongue wet and slick as it pressed a slow, greedy lick up your folds.
You gasped, instinctively trying to pull back, but his arm curled around your waist, holding you steady.
“Uh-uh. Stay still,” he said, voice low and teasing. “You don’t want me to miss, do you?”
The tongue dragged again—wet and heavy, saliva mixing with your own slick, every stroke slow and measured. He let the tongue circle your clit without touching it, close enough to tease, close enough to make your thighs twitch. Your head dropped forward, a soft sound escaping you. You couldn’t stop it.
He grinned.
“There we go,” he muttered. “Knew you’d sound pretty. Keep making that noise.”
The mouth worked with more purpose now, tongue flicking just a little faster. Still slow. Still maddening. He moved his fingers slightly, parting you with a practiced kind of curiosity, like he was studying how you responded.
Then, something sharp grazed your skin.
You gasped again—a small, sudden bite. The lips of the hand-mouth had closed around your clit, not to suck this time, but to give the tiniest nibble, just enough pressure to sting.
“Sensitive?” he asked, not bothering to hide his amusement. “It bites when it likes the taste.”
Before you could answer, two of his fingers slipped down and slid inside you in one slow, fluid push. Your whole body jerked.
“Fuck—so warm.”
He groaned against your jaw, mouth brushing your skin as his hand tilted, tongue lapping fast at your clit while his fingers curled deep inside you. His palm kept your hips pinned while he worked you open—the tongue circling your clit, the lips sucking, biting, licking, while his fingers thrust slow and deep, knuckles slick, stretching you more with every pump.
“You’re clenching so hard,” he said, breath catching slightly. “Like your body doesn’t know what to focus on. Poor thing.”
The tongue gave another swipe, then the mouth bit again, a little firmer this time—not enough to hurt, but enough to make you cry out, the sharp edge pushing you closer to the edge with no way to brace yourself.
His fingers curled just right. The tongue sped up. The mouth stayed latched, suckling your clit with a filthy, greedy sound that echoed in the room.
You couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t even pretend.
Your orgasm hit hard and fast, body jerking, mouth open in a wordless moan as everything locked up at once—hips bucking forward, arms straining behind you, thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Deidara just held you through it, one arm around your waist, the other working you ruthlessly until you were shaking.
The tongue finally slowed. The mouth let go with a wet, satisfied sigh. His fingers slipped free, soaked.
You collapsed against him, chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths.
He brought his hand up to inspect the mess, mouth still lazily open in his palm, tongue flicking at nothing.
“You came all over it,” he said, pleased. “Guess I’ll have to do this again. For the sake of consistency.”
