💕Special thanks to @mytanuki-kun for giving me the feedback and oomph I needed to post this thing 💕
Pretty heavy masochism, sadism, Kakuzu the Brat Tamer, mentions of blood, orgasm denial/control, fingering, choking, spanking, slight degradation, dacryphilia, blowjobs, bondage, corporal punishment, overstimulation, size kink, aftercare.
Part 1 - Bonus Scene - Part 2 - Special Episode: Red - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Special Episode: Nightmares - Part 6 - Part 7 - Special Episode: Sick Day - Part 8
7.3k - I don't know how to write anything short.
Snarling to yourself, you stomped down the hallway toward the base's shared kitchen. Malice dripped from your pores. Fire burned behind your eyes. You were just done. Being the dedicated healer for such an accident prone gaggle of ungrateful monsters was chewing up your last nerve. Unfortunately, though, you couldn't leave. You wanted to, of course, but that would never be allowed. Not with your power. No, a skilled healer with borderline magical blood was an asset to be exploited as far as they were concerned.
But today, today was just the last straw. After reattaching Deidara's arm for what seemed like the third time this week after he blew himself up again and giving him yet another pint of your blood to ready him for battle in the morning all while being barked at for being too rough, you were ready to hang him from the ceiling by his ponytail.
Liquor. That's what you needed right now. The vicious bite of bottom shelf whiskey might be enough to wash the taste of rage from your teeth. Stomping with more ferocity than should have been allowed for someone of your size, you rummaged through the cabinets, looking for the most disgusting fire water you could find.
Empty. Empty. Wine coolers. Fuck. Your rage-filled eyes darted to the cabinets up above. Cursing your stature, you slapped the surface of the faux-marble countertop with both palms and a jump as you swung a leg up. You locked your sights on your glass-encased, amber prize and snatched it and a cup out of the cabinet. After a short hop and a frustrated, expletive-laced twist of the time-frozen cap, you got a whiff of that delicious liquid as you poured yourself a hefty glass and took a long swig without bothering to cap the bottle. Mid-swallow, the glass was snatched from your hand, spilling the bitter slosh down your chin.
"The fuck are you doing, blood bank?" A snarky voice cut through the delightful silence you had been stewing in.
Now with a knot of irritation growing in your flexed jaw, you gruffed a single word. "Whiskey."
"No shit, half-pint, but you're on the clock. Can't have our little Nurse Ratchet drunk on the job," he snickered while downing the drink you poured for yourself.
With a curl of your lip and a rude snarl, you just took a swallow directly from the bottle. "Fucking bite me, Hidan."
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room as your back slammed into a wall and poisonous, violet eyes filled your vision. "What did you just say to me?" Hidan hissed in your face with the scent of your whiskey on his breath.
Oh, what a rush. With a twisted giggle and a gasp around the hand crushing your windpipe, you repeated yourself in a lusty growl and a pop of your lips. "Bite. Me." A wicked smile crawled across your lips as the callused hand around your throat grew tighter and heat pooled between your legs.
Expecting a much different reaction, Hidan just looked confused for a moment before the fire ignited behind his eyes. "Bite you?" He sneered. "I'll fucking gut you."
"Ooh, I'm so scared," you choked out and grinned through the static filling your head.
Hidan swung you by the neck like little more than a rag doll, slamming you on your back onto the countertop, leaning down and growling with his face just inches from yours. "You should be."
You just started laughing and choking on your own spit as you teetered on the edge of passing out.
"Careful, princess. I'll fuck that smile right off your face."
A spark shined behind your eyes as you wheezed out a suggestive moan with an arch of your back, daring him. "Promise?"
"You think this is funny? Playing a game of chicken with me?" He snapped, eyes widening with lust, or perhaps bloodlust, though the two may have been interchangeable for Hidan.
"Hi-lar-i-ous," you gasped out a taunt. "Chicken."
A maniacal laugh rattled through Hidan's chest and out of his mouth. "Little girl, I will fucking destroy you."
Your pent up rage from the day was manifesting itself as lusty brattiness. You hated Hidan, but boy did the fact that he could crush your windpipe like a soda can make you hot. "Prove it."
He gripped your jaw with bruising force, releasing your neck before you could actually pass out. "I don't think you know what you're asking for, cupcake."
"Pussy," you spat, catching him solidly in the chest with your foot to try to knock him off of you.
He snatched your leg and pinned it bent against your body with a wicked grin, slamming you viciously into the counter by your head. "You want to play chicken, baby? Fine. Let's play chicken."
"Oh, harder, daddy," you hissed with a devious smile, swiftly swinging your free leg and kneeing him forcefully in the chin.
Hidan saw red once your knee contacted his face. A sadistic shiver ran up his spine as the grip on your face threatened to shatter your jaw. He grabbed your thrown knee, hurling you sideways by it off of the counter until you crashed onto the broken glass and spilled whiskey littering the kitchen floor. You hissed as the burning shards pierced the flesh of your hand, splashing red into the amber puddle beneath you. A raspy laugh rattled in your throat as you coughed through the knot left by his suffocating grip and pulled yourself to your feet, casually plucking little crystal nuggets from your palms. "You’re all bark and no bite," you purred, flicking one at his forehead with a sly grin.
"You little fucking bitch," he growled through his teeth in a low tone that just left your panties drenched. He snatched a handful of your hair and yanked your head back roughly to make you look at the blinding, rage-fueled desire burning in his gaze.
You just smiled and ran your tongue over your teeth. "Yes, I am in fact all of those things. What about i--"
A rough crack across your face stunned the words that were in the process of falling from your tongue. That skinny fucker just slapped you. A giddy giggle bubbled in your throat as you licked your lips and tasted your own blood. "If you're going to hit me, princess, hit me like you mean it, not like you're having a roll in the sack with Kakuzu."
Hidan's brain had a minor malfunction as he processed your insinuation that he was fucking his partner.
"What was that?" A low, rumbling growl shook you to your core in the most delightfully terrifying way. Heavy footsteps tracked toward you as though you had just summoned Kakuzu directly from the gates of hell by spitting his name.
"Going deaf, old man? I saii--hnnnk--" You began a malicious taunt, only for Kakuzu to snatch your lower jaw, twisting it and jamming his rough thumb down on your tongue and halfway down your throat, filling your mouth with the vile taste of coins and ink.
"Would you like to try that again?" He snarled dangerously, his face now directly in front of yours as he controlled your head like you were a misbehaving puppy. His hulking form loomed above you, positively dwarfing your body.
The pressure on your tongue and disgusting taste made swallowing, much less talking impossible. Your eyes watered as you gagged and clawed at his hand. The backward force of Hidan's grip on your hair combined with the downward pull on your jaw meant there would be no retaliatory biting. The joint strained and popped under the forces at work, eliciting a choked whine from your throat.
Kakuzu's eyes crinkled into what might have been a twisted smile behind that cloth covering his face. "Hidan, you're such an idiot."
Shocked at the seemingly sudden backstabbery, his partner's face twisted in confusion. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"You're giving the bratty little masochist exactly what she wants," Kakuzu snickered. "She's got you all riled up and pissed off so that you'll smack the shit out of her just the way she likes it."
"Eh?" Hidan's eyebrow cocked, interest piqued.
"I'll show you the proper way to deal with a brat."
Your heart began pounding wildly in your throat while Kakuzu still had an iron grip on your jaw. You had only intended on antagonizing Hidan into some bloodthirsty hate-sex to scratch the itch left by your frustrated existence at the base. Kakuzu was not part of the original equation. The thought sent a chill down your spine and coated your clenched thighs with slick.
With a knowing snicker, Kakuzu took the handful of your hair from Hidan and walked you backwards, still forcefully controlling your face while you stumbled over your feet and choked on your own saliva. "Be a good girl, or I'm going to break your jaw."
You let out a hoarse whine at the steamy threat. There was something deeply twisted about you for such a thing to be such an enormous turn on. Hidan might have had the grip to crush your windpipe, but that didn't hold a candle to the panty-soakingly terrifying Goliath that was Kakuzu. His biceps were practically the size of your torso. One wrong flick of his wrist and your lower jaw would probably dislocate and crack. The power contained in just his hand made your insides quiver. Your eyes widened as you watched inky threads begin to slither forward, unwinding from the seams in his forearm across the tanned hand controlling your face.
"Since you like being such a mouthy brat, how about I just stitch those lips shut to teach you some manners?" He hissed in your ear as your back harshly contacted a wall. The threads snaked toward your face and began teasing at the corners of your mouth with sharp, pointed edges.
Fuck me, he's serious. You froze in place while still gagging on the hand stuffed halfway down your throat. You fervently shook your head, trying to wrench it away from the grip that threatened to break your teeth.
"What's wrong? You were so spunky a moment ago when you were practically begging Hidan to hit you again like some horny little pain slut," Kakuzu's gravelly voice rattled you right down to your twisted little soul. "That's all you are - a desperate little masochist pining for release."
Hidan watched his partner reduce you to a quivering mess while cracking his knuckles excitedly.
Your eyes watered as you choked on his hand and stared up into those vicious jade eyes of his. The sight of him made your knees weak in a sick combination of fear and lust. Kakuzu was intimidating in so many ways. The height. The voice. Those arms. Fuck, you wondered what else he was packing.
"If you want pain so badly, you're going to have to earn it," he hissed. "But first, you're going to apologize for your little insinuation that I would ever fuck that obnoxious idiot." The way his raspy voice rumbled through your body made your legs twist up with a fiery heat. You coughed and choked as he withdrew his hand from your mouth and smeared your own spit across your cheek. "Well?"
Deviance swelled in your chest that was too tempting to swallow. The horny demon on your shoulder egged you on to antagonize the surly man threatening to break your neck with the grip he had on your hair. The thought of those creepy threads piercing your lips gave you pause, though. Unlike Hidan, Kakuzu seemed to be equal parts bark and bite. He just might carry through with that threat.
"I'm sorry," you rasped.
"I'm sorry, what?" he said while wrenching your head back.
'Sir' was the word he wanted to hear, but it was not the word you were going to give him. A snarky grin snuck across your lips as the words fell from your tongue before you could stop yourself. "I'm sorry Hidan is such a terrible lay that you're all pe--"
You saw stars as your head slammed into the wall with Kakuzu's massive palm clamped over your mouth. Threads snaked through his skin and across your tongue, scraping flesh and leaving the taste of iron in their wake. Your eyes shot open with panic as you realized he was actually going to follow through on that threat, and you immediately began hitting his forearm to try to backtrack as you fought the threads for space to inhale.
"Something you wanted to say?"
"S-sth," you gagged around the mass in your mouth.
"I'm sorry, I must be going deaf. I didn't hear you." The words oozed with venom as he stared directly into your soul. "Would you like to try again?"
You nodded anxiously with wide, watering eyes. With a grunt that almost resembled a laugh, he removed his hand and the threads. You coughed again before croaking out what he wanted to hear. "I'm sorry, sir."
"Now, tell me what you want," he gruffed.
"Hit me." The words fell from your mouth in a breathy plea before you even had the chance to think about it. The anticipation of that gut-twisting impact made you gush.
"Try again," he breathed, twisting his hand further into your hair.
Hidan was chomping at the bit, watching you squirm in his partner's grip. It had been ages since he got to play with a masochist, and he couldn't fucking wait.
"Please?" You gasped, biting your lip and added on to the request hopefully, "...sir?"
Uncharacteristic laughter hummed in Kakuzu's chest as he leaned in close to you and whispered, "No."
He suddenly dropped the grip on your hair, letting you fall to your hands and knees on the floor of his bedroom in utter shock and disbelief. You gasped heavily, not having at all seen this coming. Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest as a knot of heat sat painfully unattended in your stomach. An ache lingered in your thighs. Fucking. Tease. Your body trembled in the absence of what you had been denied. Fuck, Kakuzu was good.
"That is how you deal with a brat," he gruffed while beginning to walk away from you.
Desperate, you reached out and grabbed his pant leg before it swung out of reach. "Please," you breathed in a needy rasp, head still hanging in disbelief that he was about to walk away. You could hardly believe your own words. You didn't do desperate. You didn't beg. Yet, here you were, pawing at Kakuzu's pant leg like a little dog needing attention.
Hidan looked almost as devastated as you did. "Aw, come on, Kakuzu. She asked nicely this time," he pouted.
Kakuzu snorted as he glowered down at the pitiful sight of your hand clutching his clothes. "Go beg Hidan for a beating if that's what you want so badly. I don't tolerate brats."
"I'll behave," you added quietly. The achy desperation in your own voice was enough to make bratty-you gag.
Kakuzu crouched down and grasped your chin, not nearly as harshly as he had before to tip your gaze to meet his. "Let's see if your attitude adjustment lasts through Hidan's punishment first."
Looking a little more reformed, you exhaled heavily and turned your head to Hidan, saying something you never, ever expected from yourself. "Hidan... please?"
"Oh, I've been just dying for this," Hidan grinned wickedly as he walked over to where you were so pathetically planted at Kakuzu's feet. With a wolfish gaze focused on your face, he asked his partner, "Hey, Kakuzu, where do you keep your rope?"
Ten minutes and forty feet of rope later, you were in a precarious position with what was left of your clothes hanging in shreds from your body. There was no disguising your excitement now with every last inch of your skin on display as you hung like a Christmas ornament from the ceiling by your arms. Your thighs glistened with slick and a lusty flush. Your toes just barely touched the floor, giving you a moment of relief from the bite of the rope around your twisted up arms.
Hidan circled you like a hungry wolf, eyes aglow with bloodlust, trying to decide just where to start. Such a gorgeous, pristine canvas he had in front of him, and he was going to fucking paint it red.
Kakuzu was right to question whether or not your little adjustment stuck because you found your favorite taunts and rude nicknames for Hidan bouncing around in your head, fighting for an opening to escape across your tongue. The anticipation was torture, just watching him circle you with a strap of leather in hand.
Then, the glorious moment finally arrived. As he circled behind you, you felt a rush of wind followed by the thunderous crack of the leather as it painted a blood red stripe across your ass. Your inhale caught in your throat as your eyes rolled back in your head and you just started laughing uncontrollably.
It was divine.
And Hidan, apparently, was quite offended.
Kakuzu sat back on his couch with a snort.
Face wrinkled in annoyance, Hidan wound up and struck again, ripping line after line across the backs of your thighs that did nothing but make you bite your lip and moan, winding your legs together for much needed friction.
"Mmm... Hidan," you breathed.
He quirked a brow.
"You hit like a fucking pussy," you purred with a lick of your teeth.
Fire ignited in his gut as he wound up again, wrapping the leather around your body so hard that it stole your breath from your lungs, leaving you tauntless and shuddering in delight. "Oh gods, do that again," you pleaded.
"Why should I?" He taunted back, taking a page from Kakuzu's book. "You just said I hit like a pussy."
The worst thing you can say to a masochist when they ask you to hit them is no. You groaned and dropped your head back twirling in place from the rope as you tried to twist your legs about to satisfy yourself.
"Beg for it."
"Please, Hidan," you whined.
"Try harder."
"Please, just fucking hit me!" You cried out with your legs wound together.
The flurry of strikes that came after your wail splattered your blood on the floor and across Hidan's face. He worked himself into what neared frenzy, swearing that you wouldn't keep laughing forever. You were just mocking him. One particular slash wound around the inside of your thigh which made you gasp and throw your head back, coiling your legs around themselves as you lifted yourself off the ground by your wrists and just moaned up at the ceiling. Waves of pleasure crashed through your body, leaving you fluttering and hungry for more.
Hidan's eyes lit up like he had struck gold. "No. Fucking. Way." He said to himself while circling you again.
The giggling just didn't stop as you took a deep breath and exhaled happily.
"You did not just have an orgasm from that."
"Ooh, yes I did," you sang melodically like a total lunatic.
"Where have you been all my life?" A vicious grin ripped across his features as he wound up and did it again. And again. And again.
You were a sweating, drooling mess, practically choking on your own sick cackles as you hung from numb hands with your head now locked skyward, with fresh, burning welts ripped across your body and wetness coating your thighs.
Hidan circled you again and grabbed a fistful of your sweat soaked hair, tilting your head upright.
You just grinned at him with a wild look in your eyes as you heaved between words. "What's wrong, Hidan? I thought you were going to fuck the smile off my face."
A predatory spark ignited in his gut. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed in himself or impressed with you that he hadn't reduced you to a sobbing mess yet, and now you wanted more. It was a dream come true. "You want me to fuck the smile off your face?" He inquired in a dangerously calm tone.
You just giggled, licking your lips as you fought to catch your breath. The agony aching in your body was distracting in the best possible way. "Mm… you're welcome to try," you taunted as you spun yourself by poking him with your foot, drunk on your own pain.
Hidan proceeded to grab you by the throat ready to slice the rope dangling you from the ceiling like a pinata.
"Keep that bloody mess off of my bed," Kakuzu gruffed from the couch.
Hidan looked back at you with a twisted smirk. Kakuzu had a point. With a shrug he wrapped one of your shaking legs around his waist with a grin. "Well, you heard the man. No bed for you. Looks like you're just going to have to hang."
"Oh no, how terrible for me." You just giggled maniacally, wrapping your other leg around his waist to take some pressure off of your hands and sank your teeth into his neck.
Hidan let loose a feral growl and ground his hips against yours, tearing nails across your back as he dropped the leather strap. "You're gonna pay for that."
"Promise?" You grinned.
"Let's do something about that smile."
~~*~*~~
Twenty minutes, one kick to your sadist's face, and several deafening orgasms later, Hidan stood in front of you, just looking entirely exasperated. "What in the actual fuck is wrong with you, woman?" He breathed heavily, asking almost seriously after having basically fucked you into oblivion. He yanked up his pants while standing in front of your quivering, heaving chest as the pained shrieks of laughter just didn't stop coming from your body. You swung around like a set of wind chimes in a storm. Bite marks and welts littered almost every inch of your skin at this point. "Don't get me wrong, I'm into some weird shit myself, but why the hell aren't you crying?" He emphasized the last word by digging his nails into the impressive, purple welts all over your ass. "How have you not tried to tap out yet?"
You just threw your head back, possessed with that horrible laughter as you dangled from hands that had long since lost sensation. "Because it's so fucking good."
He cocked his head over his shoulder to his partner. "Hey, Kakuzu, I think I broke her."
With a low growl, Kakuzu rose from where he sat and walked over to where you were idly swinging about, dripping on the floor with a wild look in your eye. He grasped your face with a calloused hand, pointing your gaze up to meet his.
"You done?" Kakuzu gruffed.
Another choked giggle rolled through your body. "I never said 'uncle', sir." You lifted a shaky foot and pushed off from Kakuzu to resume your idle swing. "Besides," you breathed. "You said something about a 'we'll see after Hidan, something something'." Your argument devolved into broken little cackles. "Don't you want a turn?"
Kakuzu snatched you by the throat to stop the motion. A little moan hummed in your throat as he squeezed. "I'm reformed, really," you croaked between giggles and the pressure on your throat. "No brats here, sir."
"Don't mock me, girl," he snarled, tightening his hand and smacking your already bruised ass with a heavy hand and giving it a hard squeeze.
"Wasn't--m-ahh-ocking," you gasped, eyes beginning to roll back in your head and toes curling, leaving you soaked all over again, "--sir."
Hidan snickered. "She isn't done. She wants round two."
"Are you going to behave?" Kakuzu growled dangerously, wrenching your head to face him with bruising force on your jaw, allowing you a brief gulp of air.
"Yes, sir," you squeaked in a tiny voice.
A rough hand snaked between your thighs as he maintained that iron lock on your face, making you try to squirm into his hand for friction, which was rewarded with a swift slap that made your eyes roll back in your head with a throaty moan. "Are you sure about that?"
"Mmmnnnm," you chewed your lip.
"You won't be getting away with that shit like you did with Hidan," he hissed in your ear, digging fingers into the heavy welts that sent you flying off into orbit again. An odd crawling sensation around your leg caught your attention, prompting you to try to look down, which Kakuzu wasn't having. "I know how much you love these threads."
Your eyes widened. After your earlier encounter, you knew he wasn't bluffing about finding a way to hurt you that you hated with those wormy little tendrils.
"Be a good girl, or you're going to spend the entire night with nothing but these threads covering every inch in and outside of your body. Am I clear?" He growled in your ear.
"Yes, sir," you whispered, swallowing nervously.
With a contented grunt, that hand digging into your bruises moved back up. "Don't move an inch," he ordered lowly.
Of course, he did nothing to make that order easy to follow as he thrust two thick fingers into your sopping core and pressed firmly against your overly sensitive clit with the heel of his hand, leaving you gasping and gnawing at your lip with the threat of threads hanging over your head if you so much as twitched into his palm. Hidan was feral. Kakuzu was just evil. He added a third, slowly dragging heavy pressure over that little engorged bud now with his thumb, drawing a whine from your throat as he growled in your ear, punctuating his words with the motion of his hand. "Not. One. Inch."
A string of unintelligible sounds crawled from your mouth as your leg began to tremble and a knot of heat built in your belly as your muscles clenched.
"Don't -- even -- think about it," he hissed without letting up, using the order in time with his own movement, digging his other fingers into the bruises on your ass.
"Aw, does someone need help holding still?" Hidan snickered, moving to the side of you and wrapping his fingers tightly around your throat, using the other to give the nearest nipple a hard pinch. "Better not slip… he's meaner than I am, and you'll really pay for it." He grinned in your ear.
Your toes curled and you gasped, clenching your eyes shut. Gods, you were about to be in a heap of trouble. Sound gurgled in your chest as the pressure from Kakuzu's hand threatened to lift you off of your toes. Holding back was not something you were good at. Another whine got trapped in your throat.
"Needy little masochist," Kakuzu's voice rumbled, lifting the hand assaulting your bruises to give your ass a hard smack and giving the fingers buried in you a harsh curl.
You gasped and saw stars. Yep. You were fucked. "Pl--ah-eease--" You choked out.
"Is that all it takes to get a pain slut off?"
"Hnnn-nnnyehh--ess," you croaked, biting your tongue so hard you tasted blood. That hand landed another hard blow in the same spot, and your fate was sealed. Hidan let you take a breath before you all but climbed the rope you were hanging from, twisting your legs around Kakuzu's hand and crushing his fingers with your first mistake of the night.
"Uh oh, he didn't say Simon Says," Hidan murmured wickedly in your ear, giving your other breast the same rough treatment as you tried to climb to the ceiling.
The strikes to that same raw spot continued, stealing what little air you had from your lungs as the recoil vibrated through your entire body. "That's one. You're going to count all of your little mistakes tonight until I make you pay for them," Kakuzu gruffed. Continuing to work you with the hand stuffed into your soaked core, he curled his fingers again. "Say it."
Oh, fuck.
You threw your head back as your body shuddered and all but choked on the word while another wave hit you. "Two--"
Kakuzu's gritty laughter in your ear sent a shiver up your spine.
"This is a fun game," Hidan mused with a twisted grin.
As you rode the waves of your growing debt, you began realizing the gravity of your situation. Hidan was going to help instead of being a judgey observer. Your head tipped back and you let out a gaspy wail. "Hhh-aaands," you stammered desperately around the constriction at your neck after riding out that last finger-snapping orgasm. All of the pulling you had now started doing again reminded you of how painfully cut off the circulation was to the appendages that you very much needed for healing.
Kakuzu paused terrorizing you to let you get another word out. "Hidan, let her talk."
"Mm--ine," you gasped, "-numb." Single words were the limit of your processing power at the moment.
Kakuzu gave you a moment of relief, removing his most problematic hand to support your weight while he untied the ropes choking your ghastly looking fingers with his other hand.
Hidan grabbed your wrists once they were free, with a hand now on the back of your neck instead of being around your windpipe, getting the ropes untangled and letting them drop at your feet.
Kakuzu took a moment to check them before hooking you around the waist and hauling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and giving the backs of your thighs a hard crack. "They're fine."
You yelped at the sudden motion and the unexpected strike.
"That's three," he gruffed.
"Why?" You squeaked.
"You should have said something about them sooner. That's four for questioning me."
You let out a muffled growl and you bit your lip before you got yourself into more trouble, especially since you didn't know how exactly you would be repaying this debt. Asking would probably land you at five.
"Hey, Kakuzu, what do you want to do with this rope?" Hidan called from behind.
"Leave it for now," he said over his shoulder while approaching the couch. "Now, let's find out if that mouth is good for anything else besides insulting Hidan."
"Drop her over the arm of that thing. Her stupid blood trait is making some of the lighter welts fade already. I liked the rainbow better," Hidan grinned wickedly while following.
Kakuzu obliged and slid you down off of his muscular shoulder, landing with your hips propped up on the arm of the couch and your torso laying over the cushions, planting your head in his lap. You used those few moments to catch your breath and to try to regain some of the feeling in your arms as they began tingling. They didn't give you long, though, as a swift crack to your still bruised ass put an arch in your back and had you biting your lip with a giggle.
"No napping on the job, sweet cheeks," Hidan snickered with another whack, curling your toes, cackling at the way you responded to his strikes. "Ahh, masochists are so much fun."
"If she bites me because of you, I'm going to hang your head from my ceiling and use it as a target practice," Kakuzu snarled while pulling his impressive length out of his pants. You were too busy enjoying the heavy strikes to pay attention to what was in front of you until he all but slapped you in the face with it and grabbed a handful of your hair.
"Hear that, princess? No biting," Hidan snarked from behind you.
There was no time for a slick reply from you, as your mouth was now occupied by trying to satisfy a girth that you nearly couldn't get your jaw around. You hauled up on an elbow to have some use of your hands as your jaw clicked. A choked groan rattled in your throat when Hidan struck again, leaving you squeezing what didn't fit in your mouth with your hand a little harder than you intended.
"That's five," Kakuzu grunted, dropping his head back for a moment before pressing yours down by the hair. You whined, having tried not to bite but still managing to add to the heap anyway. Trying not to gag as your head dropped, your eyes watered. At least Kakuzu let you find a rhythm of your own and seemed to be content to just leave his hand tangled in your hair as you bobbed. His groans mixed in with your own filled your head, drowning out the sounds of the strikes behind you that left you twisting your legs together from the delicious pain Hidan was inflicting.
"Aw, is someone getting all hot and bothered by the pain again?" Hidan teased wickedly, prying a hand between your clenched thighs and giving your clit a harsh smack, followed by another.
You had to pull your head up so as to not clench your jaw, coughing with drool running down your chin. Hidan abruptly pulled your hips back and slammed his full length into your soaked core, leaving you clawing at Kakuzu's leg as you flew right into orbit, cursing incoherently as your walls spasmed around the sudden intrusion. There was no time to ask permission. Stars danced before your eyes as your head dropped back down and the hand in your hair adjusted itself. "Six," you whimpered.
Kakuzu chuckled darkly. "Not learning from your mistakes, are you, girl?"
"No, sir," you gasped defeatedly between Hidan's rough movements, taking one last deep breath before your mouth had to go back to work.
"Fuck," Hidan growled, pausing only to land heavy strikes on your hot, bruised ass.
You whined around the girth in your mouth, tension rippling through your back again. Once the orgasm train got rolling, you really couldn't stop.
"You can have this one since you managed to not bite me," Kakuzu rumbled with a gloating smirk.
You let out a muffled wail around him, choking and making a drooly mess as you were railed between strikes and another heavy wave ripped through you. Coughing, you babbled out a near incoherent thank you for such a gift when you came up for air before dropping your head and screaming into Kakuzu's leg. The heavy hand tangled in your hair held it there, letting you smother the inhuman noise you were making.
A stream of profanities flew from Hidan’s lips as his grip on your hips tightened and the unruly pace picked up.
Kakuzu was at least merciful enough to allow you the use of your mouth to breathe as another strike left you howling like a banshee into his leg as Hidan made a complete mess of you, but that didn't stop him from taunting you. "Pathetic, you can't even handle a little multitasking?" His fingers tightened around locks of your hair.
You were failing miserably at multitasking. Hidan wrecking you from behind stole all of your concentration. Fluid gushed down your legs. You were entirely overstimulated and made a desperate attempt to crawl forward, incoherent word fragments falling from your lips. Hidan yanked you back with a final harsh slam and a groan, fucking you through his own release. With a sadistic smirk, he cracked your ass again, sending ripples of tension through your body, making you clench around him and let out a throaty whine. You panted into the leg below your head, struggling to catch your breath or even make sense of what planet you were inhabiting. Every inch of you was on fire.
"Aw, babe, don't tell me you're tired already," Hidan grinned from behind you, giving the hot welts a rub with his palm. "You still have to pay Kakuzu back." Giving you one last hard crack across the back of your thighs, Hidan stepped away to grab towels.
Fuck. You had briefly forgotten about that growing debt while Hidan was busy evicting your soul from your body. A tiny squeak escaped from your mouth as you desperately tried to remember where you left off.
The hand on the back of your head tightened in your hair again. With a dark chuckle, that gravelly baritone rumbled above you again. "What number were you on?" On top of being a devious master of psychological warfare, Kakuzu was also apparently a psychic.
"Fuck," you let out a muffled groan into his thigh.
The grin was evident in his voice as he lifted up your head by your sweat-soaked hair. "That's seven."
Hidan's cackling echoed behind you again as he cleaned up the mess that would otherwise glue you to Kakuzu's couch, amused at your squirming. "Aw, is someone a little sensitive?" He teased while you tried to squirm away from him, sliding a finger along your slick, throbbing clit. Harsh circles punctuated his taunts. "I better not do anything to get you into more trouble--"
You drowned the wails bubbling in your chest around the girth that slapped your cheek before you had yet another infraction piled on to your heap of offenses. Hidan wasn't going to give you a break.
"I'd kiss it better, but you kicked me in the face last time I tried," he snickered while drawing relentless circles around your poor nub and delving into your soaked core again with his fingers.
"Is that so?" Kakuzu mused.
You just nodded, not daring to take your mouth off of the meaty prize which you were struggling to accommodate and tried to wiggle away from Hidan again, thinking he was going to cross that line.
"Yeah, it was a hard no." He gave your clit another playful slap with a grin, making you squeal around the mass in your mouth. "Don't worry, princess. I won't. Now, quit squirming or I might miss."
That last strike did you in and sent another intense wave of pleasure vibrating through your body, curling your toes and leaving you grinding into the hand that struck you. You had to come up for air with a lewd pop to avoid biting Kakuzu and you sank your teeth into your own arm instead. Kakuzu pulled you forward by your throat, dragging you away from Hidan's relentless assault like you were just a doll. In a swift motion, he ditched his pants and had you situated on his lap with your back to his chest, splaying your knees wide over his. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he slid one massive hand up your torso, pausing to knead a breast before settling around your neck. You were positively dwarfed, being sprawled over him like this. Your body all but vanished under the arm crossing over you. With a rock of his hips and that arm lifting up on your body, you felt the massive head of that girth pressing against your very tight and very sensitive entrance. "Be a good girl and take it," he rumbled in your ear over your whimpering as he savored impaling you on himself. "Fuck… so fucking tight."
You stammered desperately, clawing at the arm locked around your chest. The throbbing, burning stretch was more intense than what you thought you could handle at the moment. Your earlier, internal questions about what Kakuzu was packing were now being verified in excruciatingly sweet pangs of pleasure and ache. Having it in your mouth was one thing. Dear gods. That meaty girth threatened to split you in half.
"What's the matter, little masochist? Too much for you?" He growled in your ear while setting your body on fire again by roughly pressing fingers on your clit. "Don't tell me you're going to tap out now."
Every nerve in your body was screaming. The welts ripped across the skin now contacting Kakuzu, your puffy clit, your bruised legs. Your walls fluttered. Fuck. You were going into orbit again. "Fuuu-huuuck… Pl-ee-ahh-se, Kakuzu--" you mewled.
Still slowly pressing you down, Kakuzu chuckled lowly behind you. "Mmm… since you asked this time. Yes."
Your head dropped back and you let loose a hellish cry and string of profanities that made Hidan proud when Kakuzu finally bottomed out and pressed firmly on your g-spot, making you completely lose control of yourself, shuddering and grinding your teeth with a wild arch in your back, soaking yourself and Kakuzu with your release. Deciding he would rather not go deaf in that ear, the hand on your neck clamped over your mouth to muffle the blaring sounds of ecstasy as he began to move. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you wailed and held onto his arm for dear life while he used your body like a fuck toy.
Hidan smirked, settling himself languidly on the couch, watching you strain and struggle to handle his partner.
Kakuzu pressed one heavy palm against the shadow of himself that bulged out of your abdomen, sending hot light through your body, making you tremble wildly. "That's it. I didn't say you could stop," he growled over your muffled shrieking.
Your back arched as you ground around the impossible girth impaling you, shaking violently and struggling to breathe. Tears finally fell from your eyes with another drawn out wail muffled by his palm vibrating through your body. The pressure, the thrusting, the pain, the pleasure. You felt like you might actually pass out. Lungs burning and legs shaking, you dropped your head back against his shoulder, gasping for air.
"Fuck," he snarled again, driving you down deeply one last time and filling your trembling body with heat.
Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you spasmed around him and sobbed through one last release. Those heavy arms held you there tightly, locking you in place as you rode out the waves until you tapped desperately on his arm, suffocating and starved for air. Your body was tingling and trembling with fatigue. You needed air and practically drank it when he removed his hand.
"Breathe," the voice behind you rumbled in a much gentler tone.
You were hiccupping and gasping, tears still sliding down your cheeks. Kakuzu eased you off of himself and rather gingerly repositioned you to straddle his lap and face him, despite your seemingly panicked protests.
"Relax, you're done." Those heavy arms wrapped you tightly again and pinned you to his broad chest, pressing your head down against his shoulder to help settle you back down.
Your sense of logic had been fucked right out of your body, so you struggled to understand what Kakuzu was doing now. "Too much," you whimpered, trying to tear away, thinking more was coming. "Can't--"
"I said you're done." Kakuzu's grip was firm and kept you planted there despite your struggling. Your pathetic cries were muffled by his shoulder. "Count," he gruffed softly while beginning a slow series of taps on your back. Thumb, forefinger, middle, ring, pinky. He paused for a beat before starting over.
Your lizard brain locked onto the rhythm, taking your focus away from your struggle. One, two, three, four, five…. One…
Being the helpful partner that he was, Hidan tossed Kakuzu a towel. "You actually got her to cry," he snorted with an amused laugh.
Kakuzu pointed a vicious, jade glare at Hidan as he caught that towel and slid it under you while still slowly coaxing you back down to Earth. The rhythmic tapping locked your brain into wanting synchronicity, slowing your breathing and heart rate back down to human levels. He hummed sounds of praise in your ear for taking him so well. Little broken syllables rattled in your chest that might have been some kind of attempt at speaking as you sank into the warm body pressed against yours. You nuzzled your face against his shoulder and let out a shaky sigh.
With a slight smirk, he cradled the back of your head and murmured into your ear.
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