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The next morning, Sakura woke up in a strange bed, in a strange apartment, with a mostly-strange man beside her—and to her surprise, she felt blessedly content.
She was surprised because this was usually the moment that she would be having lots of feelings for the person she’d slept with, whether good or bad, and she’d be spending all of her time analyzing those feelings. But there was something incredibly freeing about giving herself permission to just… not care. Maybe her feelings would kick in later, but it hadn’t happened yet, and Sakura intended to enjoy her vacation from being an emotional person.
She hadn’t changed her mind about wanting her time with Hidan to be brief, but she wanted to enjoy it to the last drop. Once she left his apartment, she had to go back to the real world again. So she planned to make every minute worth it.
Sakura stretched lightly as she lay on her side, Hidan’s warmth behind her, his arm trapped under her head in lieu of a pillow. As she stretched against him, Hidan made a low, sleepy noise, his arm flexing beneath her. They were both still completely naked, but covered in his dark, silky sheets.
Wanting to face him, and wanting to give his arm a break, Sakura wormed around so she was facing him and then draped herself over his chest instead, much like she had the night before. She had always enjoyed snuggling on lazy mornings as a general rule, and apparently that went for one-night stands, too, feelings or not.
It occurred to her, not for the first time, that she was not very good at the whole hookup thing.
Hidan stirred, sleepily lifting his hand to cup her head, turning her face up toward him and looking like he was thinking about kissing her.
Sakura covered her mouth before he could get to it. “I need toothpaste. And a shower.” She was also sticky in… places.
Lifting his shoulders in a careless shrug, Hidan threw the covers off of them, and when she propped herself up so that she was no longer on his chest, he rolled out of bed. Jerking his thumb toward a doorway set in the far wall, he simply said, “Bathroom.” He briefly traced her naked form with his eyes before heading toward it himself.
Sakura tumbled out of bed behind him and followed. Since he was still naked, and she didn’t have any clothes left that hadn’t been cut off of her, she just accepted being naked as well.
They did all of this in silence. It was by far the quietest that Hidan had ever been in Sakura’s presence. He didn’t seem to be much of a morning person. Maybe whatever genes he had that made him obnoxious only kicked in after coffee.
Sakura stepped into the bathroom, unsurprised to see that it had the same black, white, and grey color scheme that the rest of Hidan’s home had. The main focus of the bathroom was his huge glass-walled shower. It was built into the corner of the room, with two walls made of clear glass, and two walls tiled in a deep charcoal color. It was the shower of Sakura’s dreams.
It was also definitely, wonderfully big enough for two people.
Walking to the twin sinks built into the wall opposite the shower, Hidan put toothpaste on his toothbrush and wordlessly crammed it into his mouth. He definitely was not a morning person. Sakura put some toothpaste on her finger and did her best to clean out her mouth, privately amused by Hidan’s vacant, not-really-awake stare, and also quite enjoying the view of him naked.
Tearing her eyes away from Hidan, Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. The bright white light of the bathroom easily illuminated the series of love bites that Hidan had left on her: one on her neck, one on her shoulder, and Sakura’s favorite one, on her inner thigh. The memory of receiving them made her smile around her finger. She looked forward to when Hidan actually woke up, because she was more than ready for a repeat of the night before.
When she was done cleaning her mouth, Sakura spit in the sink and then rinsed her mouth and finger. Hidan didn’t seem to be finishing any time soon, so she abandoned him for the shower.
It didn’t take her long to get some nice, hot water running, and soon she was contentedly standing under the spray while it beat down on her back, while doing her best to keep her hair dry. The warmth of the water was heavenly against the slightly sore muscles that the previous evening’s activities had left her with.
As she stood blissfully under the water, Hidan finally joined her. She had turned to face the showerhead, and he came up behind her, his chest pressed to her back. Another thing that was pressed to her was his half-hard cock.
“Are you actually awake now?” Sakura asked with amusement, tilting her head and humming as he nibbled lightly at her shoulder.
“Mm.” Hidan bit her lightly. “Maybe.”
“You feel awake,” Sakura said, leaning back against him, reaching one hand behind her to cup his cock. When she curled her fingers around it and squeezed, he rumbled in his chest and bit her shoulder again, harder this time.
“You feel fucking sexy,” Hidan replied, sliding wet hands down her sides to grab her hips and pull her back against him.
“I came in here to get clean, you know,” she admonished. Instead of pulling away, though, she leaned into him.
Hidan turned her to face him, and when Sakura tipped her head back to look at him, he stole a kiss. She let him part her lips with his tongue, tasting the mint on his tongue as he swept it against hers. As he broke the kiss, he looked at her with hungry purple eyes. “Let’s get clean, then.”
He left her under the warm spray and walked over to a shelf built into the back wall of the shower, where several interesting and expensive-looking glass bottles stood. One of them had a pump, and he squirted what Sakura assumed was some kind of bodywash into his hand before approaching her again.
“C’mere.”
Hidan pulled her out of the shower stream and began to soap her up, and Sakura gave in pretty much immediately, because it felt wonderful. His strong, foamy hands moved over her body confidently, his cock hard against her stomach. The way he kneaded and massaged her skin as he went made it hard for her to stay quiet, and when he soaped up her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, she moaned, liking the way it made him smirk.
His stare was intense as he cleaned her, and his touch was… the word ‘reverent’ occurred to Sakura, and it seemed appropriate, if surprising considering Hidan’s personality. Sakura had never had a man touch her like that, almost worshipfully, and she knew that if she called it that out loud Hidan would deny it. But the truth was that it made her feel incredibly desired, in a way she couldn’t remember ever feeling before. He let her soap him up, too, but he was focused on her, and the way he carefully cleaned every inch of her made Sakura pliable and willing in his hands.
Guiding her back under the warm spray, he rinsed her off, and then himself, keeping her pulled close to him, his cock still hard and sliding against her skin. When they were both rinsed clean of soap he kept exploring her with his hands, pressing his lips to hers and parting them as his hands wandered.
As his tongue brushed against hers again, his hands passed over her ass, squeezing, kneading. When he reached a little further and his fingertips first brushed her rear entrance, she gasped lightly against his mouth. He pulled back enough to look at her, his brows raised. “Too far?”
“No.”
“Good.” His mouth curled up at the edges as he kept her pulled against him, one finger slowly stroking her asshole. “It’s the one place I haven’t fucked you yet. And you’ve got a real nice ass, Sakura.”
Sakura slid her arms around his neck. “The one place, huh? That’s a real shame.”
“Yeah, a real fucking shame,” he said, nibbling his way down her neck.
When he leaned back again, she tilted her head and said, “If I let you fuck me there, are you going to go easy on me?”
“We’ll go slow. I’ll make it fucking amazing for you.” He slowly walked her back until she bumped lightly into the glass wall of the shower, which was cool to the touch. When he turned her to face it, her nipples pebbled at the feeling of her breasts pressing against the glass.
“Because you’re such a gentleman?” Sakura teased over her shoulder, biting her lip as he pressed up behind her, dragging his teeth over her shoulder.
“Now you’re just trying to rile me up.” He slid his palm over the curve of her ass and then delivered a sharp smack to it.
Sakura squeaked, but she couldn’t stop herself from grinning, even as her ass stung. “I like riling you up. So far, it’s worked out really well for me.”
Hidan just smirked at her again, like that was exactly what he wanted her to think. “Hold on.” Stepping outside of the shower briefly, he grabbed two of the lush black towels that sat folded on a very neat shelf. He had to have a house cleaner. There was no way Hidan cleaned like this.
The towel was plush and heavenly against her skin, and Hidan tucked his own around his waist and walked through the door into his bedroom, leaving Sakura behind.
She took her time toweling herself dry, luxuriating in the simmering arousal that Hidan had produced in her. The way he’d touched her in the shower—and the way he’d fucked her last night—had her skin feeling needy, her body hungry to be possessed by his again. Normally, she was the type to overthink every action in the bedroom, worry about what it made her partner think of her—but now, she just felt deliciously selfish, ready to take the pleasure he had to offer her without feeling guilty for it.
Once she was completely dry, though still feeling wonderfully steamy from the shower, she wrapped the towel around herself and walked back into Hidan’s bedroom. He stood by one of the nightstands that flanked his bed, rummaging about in one of its drawers. Straightening, he tossed something on the bed—a bottle of lube.
Sakura flushed, the reality of what she’d agreed to really settling in. She’d had anal sex before. She had even prepared herself for that eventuality with Kabuto last night. But the truth was that she had never really enjoyed it, so she wasn’t really sure why she’d agreed to Hidan’s suggestion.
But he had said that he would make it good for her… and if he delivered on his promise as thoroughly as he had on his promise that he was good at eating pussy, then Sakura didn’t want to miss it.
Sakura walked up to him, and Hidan turned toward her, grabbing the edges of her towel and pulling her toward him. She could feel that he was still at least half hard under his towel, and she wasted no time in pulling it off of him so that she could feel his cock pressing against her again. He kissed her slowly, taking his time, humming his approval when she took his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it.
Hidan pulled away after a moment. “Get on the bed.” He tugged her towel off of her. “Leave this here.” It landed in a pile on the floor.
There was no way he didn’t have a house cleaner.
Brushing that particular thought aside, Sakura crawled onto his bed. Turning to face him and reclining back on her elbows, she parted her legs slightly, liking the way he drank her in.
Letting his own towel join hers on the floor, Hidan followed her onto the bed, on his knees between her legs, pushing them wider. Sakura’s face got hot, but Hidan either didn’t notice or liked it, satisfaction on his face as he looked at her. “You look fucking delicious.” Pushing her thighs back, he said, “Hold your legs,” and Sakura followed the command without thinking, holding her legs open for him. She didn’t even care about her stupid red face anymore. She could only watch the way that Hidan’s dark purple eyes lingered on her, filled with desire.
He didn’t start touching her immediately, though—not with his fingers, anyway. Instead, he lowered himself to lick a stripe up her inner thigh, nibbling when he got to the top. He did the same to her other leg, like he really was licking something delicious, and when he finally made his way to her sensitive folds she was holding her breath in anticipation. When his hot mouth finally covered her pussy, Sakura’s head fell back on the pillow as she let herself melt beneath his attentions.
Like the night before, he seemed to know exactly how to please her, how to tease and excite her with his lips and tongue until her whole body felt like it had gotten hotter, even hotter than she’d felt in the shower. When she got tired of holding her legs she released them, letting them fall open without any shame.
She was so spellbound by what he could do with the flat of his tongue that she was dripping wet by the time he slid two fingers inside her slick channel, stroking her inner walls. She moaned as his lips closed around her clit, sucking, teasing and drawing soft moans out of her.
He could’ve made her come just doing that, but Hidan didn’t stay in one place for very long. Sliding his wet fingers out of her, he used his fingertips to replace his mouth on her clit. Then, as he rubbed little, perfect circles, he licked his way down her slick pussy until he got to the tight ring of muscle below it. As he swirled his tongue over her sensitive skin, Sakura bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat at the sensation. Nobody had ever licked her ass like that before, and she discovered that she absolutely loved it.
He had her feeling like a puddle of liquid pleasure by the time he moved back up, pressing one lubed finger into her ass, his mouth back on her clit as he slowly twisted it inside her. By the time he worked a second finger into her, the sensations combined with his mouth on her clit had Sakura a whimpering mess beneath him.
When she finally came with a desperate cry, her thighs shook as she panted, two of his slippery fingers comfortably seated inside her, stretching her even as he wrung every last drop of her orgasm out of her. As he lifted his decidedly wet face to watch her, he pressed a third finger in, and Sakura gasped at the fullness. Any pain she felt was minimal, just the briefest burning edge that heightened her pleasure.
The smile he gave her was a dark and handsome one as he asked her, “How are you feeling, Sakura?”
“Like I want you to fuck me,” Sakura breathed, knowing that wasn’t the only orgasm he was going to give her and feeling hungry for more.
“You’re very demanding.” Hidan clucked his tongue, pulling his fingers out to the first knuckle, and then sliding them into her again.
“You told me you liked that,” Sakura said, gasping softly as his fingers moved inside her.
Ignoring her excellent point, he instead asked, “Do you trust me?”
Sakura held back a grin as she answered, “I mean, I’m not going to sign a mortgage with you or anything.”
“Brat.” There was laughter in his voice and his deep purple eyes, and his smirk had returned. “Do you trust me to fuck you in the ass?” He twisted his slick fingers slightly inside of her, in emphasis.
“Oh yeah,” Sakura answered breathlessly. “Definitely.”
Hidan pulled his fingers out of her, snagging the bottle of lube again and drizzling a generous amount on his cock. As he slid his hand down the length, spreading the lube, he said, “Turn on your side.”
Sakura obediently rolled onto her side, still feeling boneless and sated from her orgasm. Hidan slid up behind her, his chest brushing her back, his knuckles brushing her ass as he fisted his cock in his hand.
As Hidan began to nibble his way from her shoulder to her neck, Sakura closed her eyes, leaning back into him. She lifted her left leg, the one on the outside, and draped it over his as he slid his knee between her thighs. When the lubed head of his cock brushed against the sensitive skin of her rim, she tensed slightly in anticipation, then reminded herself to relax.
“Ready?” Hidan asked.
Sakura nodded, humming her assent.
He tilted his hips into hers, slowly easing the thick head of his cock into her slick passage. His teeth found her ear, tugging lightly at the lobe as the head of his cock popped fully inside her.
Sakura took a moment to breathe and then arched her back slightly, pushing back toward him in silent encouragement, and he pushed further into her, stretching her around him. The feeling of fullness only grew with every inch he put inside her, and by the time his hips were pressed flush against her ass, his cock fully encased in her heat, the feeling was enough to leave her breathless, gripping the hand that held her hip.
She expected him to start fucking her immediately and was surprised when, instead, he slid his other arm beneath her, holding her around her waist, and pulled her fully back against him so she was circled in his arms. That hand snaked down to run a finger through her slick folds, only to home in on her clit, rubbing it in lazy circles.
“Fuck, you’re fucking tight,” he murmured in her ear as he slowly swirled his finger against her clit. He still didn’t start fucking her, just letting his cock throb in her slick heat. “Need to tap out?”
He probably was just trying to check in with her. He probably didn’t mean it to be a challenge. Sakura still took it as one, scoffing slightly. “I’m not going to tap out—oh—” she moaned, her words dying as his methodical circles on her clit sent a bolt of pleasure through her. She was definitely going to come again.
She felt his huff of laughter on the nape of her neck, but she had no chance to respond to it as he pulled his cock halfway out of her and then pushed it back into her, making her moan again. He still had one hand between her legs, touching her clit, while the other was splayed over her hip, holding her in place as he slowly fucked her. When she let out a needy whimper, he spoke low in her ear. “Feeing good, Sakura? You sound like you’re feeling good. And you feel like heaven around my cock.”
“Yes,” she whined. “Yes. Go faster.”
He made a rumbling noise of approval as he bit her shoulder, then purred into her ear, “Do you want my finger on your clit to go faster, or my cock?”
“Both,” she panted.
Suddenly, Hidan was sliding his cock out of her and pushing her onto her back. “I want to watch you,” he rasped, grabbing a pillow and helping her fit it under her hips, propping her up. As he applied more lube to himself, his amethyst eyes trailed over her body with appreciation.
“Are you just gonna look, or are you gonna fuck me?” Sakura teased, not even trying to hide the fact that she desperately wanted him to get back to what he’d been doing to her. The first orgasm had been great, but she could feel that he was building her up to something much more powerful.
“Shut up, brat,” Hidan said with a smirk as he draped one of her legs up over his chest and shoulder, pushing the other one wide. As he pushed himself back into her, he groaned, “Fuck. Look at how good you take my cock.”
Sakura arched her back as he bottomed out inside her, his lube-slickened thumb finding her clit. “Hidan,” she said needily, “please.”
Sinking the fingertips of his free hand into her thigh, Hidan picked up his pace until he was fucking her in earnest, the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing through the apartment. As the pleasure built within her again, Sakura moaned.
“That’s it,” Hidan panted. “Have you ever come with a cock in your ass before, Sakura?”
It was almost too much for Sakura to process words, but yet again, something about the way Hidan delivered his crude question just made her even hotter for him. “No,” she said, knowing he was going to take it as a challenge and liking it, fisting her hands in his silken sheets in preparation for his response.
He slowed slightly, teasing her with his cock, and asked, "Are you going to come for me again?" His thumb toyed with her clit expertly, like he already knew the answer to his question.
“Maybe.” Sakura bit her lip, liking the fire in his eyes as she doubled down on the challenge. Then, as he pressed down on her clit and fucked himself into her harder, she moaned, “Yes.”
"Damn fucking right you are,” he said through gritted teeth, punctuating his words with his thrusts, his thumb moving faster on her clit.
And he was right, of course he was, and Sakura couldn’t even get irritated by his confidence because damn it, that turned her on too. His touch on her clit and his cock fully dominating her sent her over the edge, her body throbbing into an explosion that she felt down to her curling toes. She gasped out a cry as it rocked through her, unable to form words.
Hidan grunted as she clenched around his hard length, and only barely managed to fuck her through her orgasm before he began to lose control. “Fuck!” His strokes grew ragged as he came, thrusting hard into her once, twice, and filling her with his lust as his teeth sank into the soft curve of her calf.
The quick burst of pain wrung one last wave of pleasure out of Sakura, and she moaned his name as she writhed beneath him, mindless as the feelings that he gave her completely overwhelmed her. He ground his hips against hers, throbbing inside her with his last short thrusts, rumbling his pleasure as he licked the place he’d bitten.
It took Sakura a while to come back to herself, she was so lost in the boneless, melty feeling Hidan had left her with. She distantly felt him pulling his softening cock out of her, and she enjoyed the tingling, slick feeling he left behind. Hidan hit the bed beside her, both of them still panting as they recovered.
There was a little nudge against her hand, and Sakura belatedly released the fistful of sheets that she’d been holding, letting Hidan take her hand and lift it to his mouth. Instead of kissing it, though, he lightly bit the back of her wrist with his teeth and then said, “You are fucking fantastic.”
It wasn’t any sort of romantic declaration of devotion, and Sakura was glad for it. At this moment in her life, she didn’t want romance. She’d wanted to be fucked until she felt like nothing but a puddle of goo, and Hidan had achieved that magnificently. “You too,” she said, not even embarrassed by how breathy her voice still was.
Hidan caught his breath first, and as soon as he did, he abruptly sat up and rolled off of the bed. Reaching down toward her, he grasped her by the ankle and yanked her toward the edge.
“Hey, what are you—hey!” Sakura shrieked as he threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. If Hidan was the kind of man who threw sacks of potatoes around, that was, which he probably wasn’t. He seemed like the type who would pay somebody to do that. He gave her a sharp smack to her ass, bringing her back to herself, and she demanded, “Put me down!”
He immediately put her on her feet right where they found themselves, which was back in the shower. When Sakura wobbled a little on her feet, he steadied her with a sharp grin. “Walking a little funny, huh?”
“Shut up,” Sakura said, without much venom. Mostly because he was turning that heavenly hot water back on and then leaving her alone beneath it, as if knowing it was the thing she wanted most at that moment. And boy, was it.
Outside of the shower stream, Hidan took a moment to lather choice parts of himself up again. After he briefly moved her to rinse himself off, he returned her to her spot under the stream and said, “I’ll get you something to wear.” There was an amused look on his face.
Sakura guessed it was because he was thinking about how he’d destroyed her clothes the night before, but she didn’t have time to ask him because he was already gone. That was fine by her.
There really was something to be said for a man who knew when to go away.
She spent a luxurious five minutes cleaning herself up and enjoying the relaxed feeling that getting a good fuck and taking a hot shower could get you. When she was done, she wrapped the fresh towel Hidan had left her around her body and walked into the bedroom.
Hidan was there, already dressed in a pair of black pants that hung loose at his hips, his chest still bare. Sakura approached him where he stood next to the bed, looking down at the t-shirt and shorts he’d just laid on its surface.
“I did tell you I’d buy you a new dress,” Hidan said. “I can call somebody, have them bring some things around for you to try on.”
The idea of having a flock of pretty dresses brought to her wasn’t unappealing, but Sakura still sniffed and said, “No thanks. I buy my own dresses.”
“Fair enough. Then you’re just gonna have to settle for this, because it’s all I have,” Hidan said, pointing at the clothes on the bed.
The t-shirt had his club’s logo emblazoned on the chest, and the shorts were absolutely tiny and made of faded, frayed denim. Holding them up, Sakura asked, “Do I even want to know who these belong to?”
“Just a friend,” he said casually, pointing to the leftmost of a series of pictures that were framed on his wall. She hadn’t noticed them before. The picture he indicated showed a petite purple-haired woman with her arms around a tall redhead who had more piercings than Sakura had ever seen on a person.
“Are you sure she isn’t going to be mad that I’m taking her shorts?” Sakura asked, turning her attention back to Hidan.
“That’s what she gets for leaving her shit here,” Hidan sniffed.
Shrugging, Sakura wiggled into the shorts and pulled the shirt over her head. She didn’t have any underwear to wear, but she didn’t really want to wear somebody else’s underwear anyway. It was weird enough wearing her shorts.
“You sure you want to go?” Hidan asked as she looked at him. “You could stick around for round… four? Do you count by your orgasms or mine?”
“No, I think it’s time I headed home.” Sakura braced herself for the inevitable protest.
“Suit yourself,” Hidan said with a shrug, evidently having other ideas. “Want a bottle of water to go?”
From what Sakura had seen of Hidan so far, she’d guessed he would be more pushy, and she was surprised that he was being so easy going. Smiling a bit, she said, “Yeah, that would be great.”
In ten short minutes she was standing on his front stoop in questionable clothes and her high heels from the night before, with the rideshare she’d called for herself idling at the curb. He’d tried to call her a private car, but Sakura had insisted on handling her own ride, not wanting to feel indebted to him.
Sakura turned to face Hidan, biting her lip. She wasn’t really sure what you did at the end of a one night stand. She hadn’t expected herself to be so charmed by him—not that that meant anything.
Hidan ended up speaking first. “You can text me anytime.”
His smirk was back, and it was so cocky that it reminded Sakura that she needed to keep him in his place. “I won’t,” she said firmly.
“It’s easier to get in touch with me at night,” he continued, like she hadn’t spoken. “Club hours.”
“I’m not going to text you, Hidan.”
“Fair enough.” The smirk slid into a full, confident smile as he stepped into her space. “I had a good time.”
“Yeah,” Sakura said. “Thanks for, uh, a good night. I really enjoyed myself.”
“I noticed.” Before she could reply he caught her by the chin and brushed his mouth against hers one last time. This time his lips were light, but not gentle—teasing.
When he pulled back and she leaned after him, he grinned. Flustered, Sakura rocked back on her heels and said, “Anyway. I’m going to go now.”
“Hey.” When he had her attention again, Hidan said, “Don’t go back to that asshole. You’re better than that.” His deep purple eyes stare was intense and serious.
Sakura tipped her nose in the air and replied, “I know.”
“Atta girl.” Hidan stepped back into the doorway, catching the knob in his hand. “See you around, Sakura,” he said, and then firmly shut the door in her face.
Maybe she should’ve been irritated, but instead she let out a short laugh. What an ass. The thought was a surprisingly affectionate one, and Sakura shook her head as she went to meet her rideshare.
On the way to the car, she felt something poking out of the pocket of her “new” shorts. Pulling it out, she saw that it was a business card—Hidan’s. The sheer audacity of it made her snort, but as she reached for the door handle with her other hand, she considered the card, and then put it back in her pocket for later.
Maybe she’d text him after all.