#sin sin sin

The sadness of finding out Shikamaru’s secret had long passed. The only thing left now was an unbridled rage. You hated the feeling in your chest. You should have known something was wrong, but in your defense Shika was a genius. He knew how to hide what he was doing, and if he hadn’t slipped up who really knows how long it would have taken for you to find out. 

You knew better, or at least, you should have. You shouldn’t have been wandering on your own with dangerous rouge ninja out here, but honestly, you really didn’t care that much. You stumbled through the forest, grumbling something along the lines of, “That fuckin’ asshole. I can’t believe this shit.” 

You tumbled, and when you hit the ground you huffed out a laugh, but it was mixed with an angry sob, “What the fuck.” You happened to look around, and realize that you had no clue where you were. Panic settled into the back of your brain, and the slow rustle of a nearby bush lit your nerve endings on fire. You barked out a, “I swear to god Shikamaru, if that’s you I will literally break your fuckin’ neck.” 

You winced at the sight of silver hair, and your guard came up immediately. He was poised, blood on his chest, and his scythe resting on his shoulder, “Looks like it’s my lucky day.” You knew instantly who he was, but you really weren’t in the mood for him today so, with a sigh, you let out a, “I’m busy.” You hastily got to your feet, and brushed a stray leaf out of your hair. 

The bark of laughter that ripped from Hidan’s chest startled you. You really had expected him to have already murdered you, and used your insides to decorate the forest. He shifted, moving closer to you, “Now then princess, what’s got that stick up your ass?” You swore you could have killed him, but the image that burned in your brain brought tears to your eyes. Hidan watched as all your fight left, and pain moved in its place.  

Which brings you to where you are now, sitting on a fallen tree and rambling about how hurt you are that Shikamaru could do this to you, “I gave up everything! My job! My freedom! I cooked for him! I cleaned that goddamn house! I was going to stay home, be a good wife and raise our fucking kids! I thought about having kids with that fucking asshole! Can you even believe that? Then, today I come home from the store and you know where he is? He’s in our bed, and he’s balls deep in some other bitch!”

Somewhere along the way, Hidan had moved closer to you. It was comforting, the way his thigh brushed against yours, and the way his maroon gaze stayed trained on your face the whole time you were rambling. One of his hands moved to rest against your inner thigh, “It must hurt, ya know? To have a man you think you’ll spend your life with turn out to be a little bitch.” Your gaze shifted to his face, and in the low light you could see the look in his eyes. You were suddenly suffocating, a longing you hadn’t felt in months running through your bones. 

He was closer now, the look in his eyes turned hungry, “I can help you. I’ll make you forget his name,” Hidan’s grip on your thigh bordering pain, “I can show you what it feels like to get fucked by a real man.” Your mouth is dry now, a shudder ripping through your body, “We can make him feel what you feel right now, betrayal.” Betrayal. Now that, that sounded good.

Hidan was on you the moment you gave him the okay. His lips were bruising, and you winced when his teeth clashes against yours. You moaned as he tugged at your hair, teeth sinking into your swollen lips. He knocked you off the log, scythe clattering next to him, his body hovering over you. His lips trailed to your throat, and when you keened at him his fingers slipped into your mouth. 

They pressed along your tongue, and the harsh taste of dirt mingled with the metallic taste of blood caused you to gag. You were cut short when his teeth sunk into your throat. When he pulled back, he watched you suckle on his fingers. With a low groan, Hidan pulled them from your mouth. He watched your face for a few seconds, and you could see the gears turning in his head. 

When he spoke again, you couldn’t help the jerk of your hips against his, “Show me your tongue, princess.” You obliged, sticking your tongue out slowly. Hidan stripped himself, watching your face again. He threw you a smug grin when you choked at the sight of his cock. Hidan moved to straddle your chest, and then he muttered a, “Keep your tongue out.” 

You listened, and did as he asked. The slick “ptuh!” and then the contact of his spit to your drying tongue made your eyes roll. His hands gripped the sides of your head, and with one slow roll of his hips he hilted his cock into your throat. Your hands came up to clench his thighs, fingernails digging in. You tried to focus on repressing your gag reflex, but when he shifted to press deeper into your mouth you couldn’t help the loud gag that ripped from you. 

Hidan moaned, and you struggled to keep your grip on his thighs. The low squelching of his balls slapping against your spit soaked face had to have been the lewdest thing you’d heard. When he decided to finally let you breathe, you popped off his cock with a loud shuddering gasp. His tongue trailed the saliva on your chin before he caught you in another kiss. 

A few moments later, he had you face down in the moss, tits bouncing with each well timed thrust. You heard the snap of a branch, and then the low chuckle that ripped from Hidan’s chest, “Don’t look so surprised, loser.” One of Hidan’s hands made rough contact with the side of your ass, the other reaching around to grip your face and pull you up so you could see ahead of you, “Look who came for you, princess!” Through your blurry vision, you could barely see the horror on Shikamaru’s face.

It gave you some sort of weird pride, but with another slap to your ass, Hidan brought your attention back to him, “Tell him. Go on, tell him who this pussy belongs to.” You keened, hips rolling back to meet Hidan’s, “A-Ah! It’s..It’s yours!” Another harsh slap to your ass, and Hidan tugged you back harder, hand clenching your throat, “Say my name, princess. If you want to cum, you’ll say my name.”

One of your hands moved to hold the one resting on your throat, the other moving to press against your clit, “Hidan! Hidan!” Your moans were louder, more urgent. Shikamaru knew what it meant, you were going to cum. Shikamaru should have looked away, he should have left, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Is this what you had felt like?

♥ Nene was nervous to be a top because she never imagined being one. However, she was curious on how it felt like and how it feels. This ended up with her thinking for an entire week before actually proceeding with trying it out.

♥ Of course, she prepared a few things before that- it was something she wouldn't usually wear or even think of. White lingerie to come off as at least somewhat pure despite the intentions she had in her mind.

♥ She actually initiates it by kissing Etsuya, but things got steamy after a few kisses, it consisted of several deep kisses with tongue while grabbing unto each other sometimes.

♥ Nene felt embarrassed, clearly. She could feel how riled up Etsuya was by seeing how he reacted, by feeling how desperate he was by his kisses and touches. Even by his words and dirty talking in between kisses, and he even took a taste of her ear, lightly biting it. Oh yeah, this was just the first part.

♥ She was actually the one who lead it in a sense, she was the one to kiss him a bit deeper every time, and she was also the one who lead themselves to the bed. Before Etsuya knew it, his back was against the bed and all he could do was give a surprised look at a flustered Nene.

♥ He wasn’t expecting it, but his initial shock turned into a grin, rather amused by the woman who wanted to actually do something to him for once, when she was usually the one under him.

♥ She would trace his fingers on her legs, and he carefully reached her thighs underneath her dress just to realize that she was wearing something and that she was prepared. He was... aroused, clearly.

♥ He would pleasure her even if he was the bottom in the situation, even sometimes pulling her closer to him just to nibble on her ear or whisper things to her, telling her she’s doing well as she continued topping him, praising her but also sometimes degrading her just for her to fluster more.

♥ Nene was the one in charge of taking off clothes so when she undid his tie and buttons, Etsuya only observed her expression while she did, her eyes were icy yet burning with emotions, and her touches were very tender yet lustful.

♥ He enjoyed seeing the new side of her so when the main event happened, she was closing her eyes because of the pure pleasure she experienced, and she had to hold unto him. She wasn’t the only noisy one, as Eizan ended up being a growling and groaning man under her touch.

Her head was spinning as she continued to move on top of him, it didn’t help that his hands were on her hips, and he gripped her tightly, maybe a bit too tight because his nails was digging in her. She knew that even if she was in charge, he loved marking her.

While people described these moments as ecstatic, there was more to it. It was electricity running through bodies, shivers going down the spine- golden tattoos given by bitemarks and nails.

It wasn’t pure feelings, no it was also filled with moments to remember just like photographs.

She was tired, but god- she wanted to do more.

Maybe what helped her continue to move was the pure spark that was running through her veins while he was going deeper into her. Music to his ears, he teases. Such a nice look on her, he says. He wouldn’t stop talking even if he was as bad as her.

He bit his lips to hold back a groan every time he pushed forward, and in exchange she would let a moan escape from her lips.