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Purple Flowers and Crimson Clouds	By : Psychoholic Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13978 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-San - Hidan
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“I am I am I am I said I wanna get next to you
I said I wanna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?
I ain't I ain't I ain't a buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity?
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know you know, you know, you know
I am a man, a man I'll give ya something that ya won't forget
I said you shouldn't have worn that dress
I said you shouldn't have worn that dress, worn that dress
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know you know, you know, you know
Here I come, I come, I come, I come”
Stone Temple Pilots/“Sex Type Thing”

Hidan all but carries Ino bridal-style down the dark hallway. She thrashes and snarls at him like a wild animal as he hauls her by her ponytail until her pained and angry shrieks annoy him, so he resorts to slinging her over one shoulder, chuckling when her cries cut off with a rather unladylike grunt. He doesn't even stop to open his door once he reaches it, instead lashing out with a foot and kicking it wide open. The rickety wood bangs against the wall like a gunshot and Hidan barges through with Ino in tow.
He flings her on the bed quite unceremoniously. She hits the hard mattress and bounces once, clinging handfuls of the gray sheet to regain her balance. Quickly, she sits up, yanks her legs tightly against her body, and scoots over to huddle fearfully in the corner against the wall.
"You're obviously a virgin,” Hidan remarks derisively. “You could've fooled me with that skimpy purple getup, seriously."
“I'm not a virgin,” she retorts hotly, a blush singeing her cheeks at the confession. “I just don't want to sleep with the bloodthirsty psychopath who killed my teacher!”
Hidan snorts in amusement. “Cute. But I don't care what you want.”
Cringing when he takes a step forward, Ino stammers, “W-w-wait-” He halts, clearly irritated. "D-don't hurt me, please!" Her voice trembles badly; she despises how weak and cowardly she sounds. Fighting is out of the question. I have no chakra, I have no weapons, and I don't doubt that he'd kill me and fuck my corpse if I piss him off, so no more taijutsu either. Bile rises in her throat at the notion. “I'll do whatever you want!”
Hidan rolls his magenta eyes. "No shit you will. That's what you're here for, dumbass," he scoffs. In a single shift of his left arm, he disrobes, the Akatsuki cloak falling to the floor at his feet in a black-and-red heap. He stands in only a pair of gray pants – which sport a prominent bulge. He approaches the edge of the bed with a leer that makes Ino press harder against the wall in a fruitless effort to put more distance between them. "C'mere.”
Balking – but for only a heartbeat, lest she desires him to get forceful – Ino tentatively crawls toward him on her hands and knees and stops about a foot away, her face level with his groin. The urge to recoil is powerful. Without preamble, Hidan hooks a thumb in the hem of his pants and yanks them down.
Ino blanches. So...this is it.
Hidan's dick is fairly long, about six and a half inches or so, and relatively thin girth-wise. His silvery pubic hair is trimmed close to the skin. The head is a light reddish-pink and already beginning to ooze pre-cum.
Of course she hesitates. Why would she want to be anywhere near this psycho, much less his dick!? As she stares at it, it twitches, and she actually flinches.
"What are you waiting for? Suck it," comes the impatient command, and in order to avoid being manhandled, the blonde obeys hastily. She grasps the base and tentatively licks the head, resisting another urge to grimace at the bitter taste, and Hidan immediately thrusts his hips hard into her face, sending his entire length down her throat. She gags loudly and jerks herself back to cough violently before her stomach has the chance to heave its contents. Panting, tears welling from her eyes, she glares venomously at the Jashinist.
"What the hell! Do you want me to puke on you?!" she shouts.
Hidan laughs at her expense. "My bad. I thought you'd be a natural pro at deepthroating." He harshly pries her clenched jaw open with his thumb while she tries to wrench herself away, then shoves himself back inside her mouth, choking her for a second time. He continues laughing as she gags again and tries to rear back but is stopped by a firm grip of her ponytail. Tearful azure eyes glower at him as she lamely slaps at his thighs to push him away, but his grin does nothing but expand.
Ino seethes. She considers biting him, but the last time she tried that he'd almost broken her jaw in retaliation, so she stifles her rebellious attitude and complies, remaining still since his slapdash thrusts make it impossible to synchronize. His dick jabs her uvula and rubs her throat raw with every thrust, and the nearly overpowering sensation to vomit convulses her stomach, but endurance is one of her prime traits. Recalling an occasion when she'd snooped through one of her mother's books that disclosed tips on how to suppress the gag reflex during oral, she does as she remembers: she fists her left hand and squeezes her thumb as hard as she can. Much to her relief, the trick works; she's able to take Hidan without wanting to barf now. It's still painful and uncomfortable, of course, but less so.
Hidan stares down at her while he pounds her mouth. His derogatory expression had faded – in fact, he appears to be caught up in the pleasure of Ino's ministrations: his eyes heavy-lidded, brows furrowed in concentration, his mouth slightly agape as he panted, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Strands of his hair have slipped down to dangle over his face. Under any other circumstances (perhaps one where he didn't kill her teacher, treat her like dirt, abuse, and rape her), Ino would have found the view to be very erotic. Yes, she does find Hidan to be attractive – devilishly so, she admits – and as long as he kept his mouth shut he'd stay that way.
“Hah-” She feels his cock begin to swell in her mouth and he pulls it out, much to her immense relief. “Shit,” he hisses. “Not yet.” Abruptly he shoves her backward and slams her down into the mattress, pinning her writhing form down as he climbs on top of her. He rips her top open with both fists, exposing her bandage-wrapped chest, which is subsequently removed in a similar fashion, and her c-cup breasts bounce free. Hidan takes a second to play with them, painfully squeezing their plump heft and tweaking the tulip-pink nipples with his calloused hands to see her cringe and squirm below him. Then, sliding his cock between the mounds to lubricate them with her saliva, he commands, “Now use your tits.”
Ino grits her teeth, but obliges begrudgingly; hefting her breasts up, she presses them snugly around his member and slides them along its length, squeezing with each motion. “Mm.” Hidan begins to buck his hips to meet her strokes, occasionally prodding her in the chin with his dick. She glares half-heartedly but doesn't stop.
It doesn't take long before he stills above her. She watches as he shudders in his climax – eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip caught between his teeth, delicate brows scrunched as he huffs and curses under his breath. His cock swells again; she sees his balls draw up, feels his legs clenching on either side of her abdomen, and she prepares for his load. Viscous semen soon rockets out and slaps her near her forehead, then near her left eye, then her left cheek, and finally her jaw, which drips down her neck. Lips pursed as she breathes tensely through her nose, Ino watches the last few meager drops ooze out of the head until Hidan releases a short sigh and relaxes.
She'd be glad it was over if he wasn't still erect.
She twitches when his finger brushes against her face, swiping a glob of the cum off and holding it before her mouth.
“Open.”
Turning her head away, she refuses. “Disgusting,” she growls. “No.”
“What was that?” Hidan's voice is soft and dangerous, offering a chance for her to rethink her answer very carefully. Warning bells chime in Ino's head but she obstinately keeps her eyes pointed to the wall, her mouth tightly shut.
With bruising force, Hidan pinches her chin between his thumb and forefinger and jerks her head back to face him. “I-said-open,” he bites out.
Only because she can't pull free of his grasp, Ino obeys this time, though the reluctant opening of her mouth is paired with a dark glower. Hidan glides his finger around her cupid-bow lips, smearing the cum along them, then sticks it in her mouth. Very bitter. Her nose crinkles in aversion yet she forces herself to swipe his finger with her tongue, licking all the fluid off, and he pulls it out with a soft pop as her lips pucker around the digit. “Hmm.” Hidan smiles and lightly pats her cheek twice, as if she's a dog who had performed a trick. “Good slut.”
Ino snaps. Snarling, she lunges at his dick with both hands, fingers curled like claws. Screw no fighting back! I'm gonna rip it off!
Alas, before her wrathful hands can touch his precious gems, he grabs her wrists and pins them above her head with one hand, twisting her arms painfully. Lightning fast. “Nice try.” His jeer sounds shaky, though, and his matching grin is weak too. Once again, Ino had put a man in his place with killing intent aimed below. Not so tough when your bits are at stake, huh?
She sneers at him triumphantly. “Aw, did I scare you?”
Hidan sniffs. “As if you could do anything with your pansy-ass girl-strength.”
Ino cocks an eyebrow. “Then why restrain me?”
She has him there. The priest sets his jaw, but doesn't answer.
Curling her lip at him, Ino averts her eyes disdainfully. “Thought so.”
Hidan ignores this and leans down, slowly licking his cum off of her flushed face as she recoils. Irritably, he grips her chin to hold her still again and then promptly smashes his lips against hers. Ino utters a surprised, muffled cry in response and bucks underneath of him, but his weight holds her steady while he thrashes his tongue inside her hot orifice, allowing his taste to saturate her mouth. Withdrawing only slightly, he hisses into her ear, “How do I taste?” yet without waiting for an answer he kisses her again.
An amalgam of saliva and cum leaks down Ino's chin in a thin trail. They clash teeth like fighting animals. Hidan sucks on her tongue then nips her lower lip, and she reciprocates the gesture with a painful bite of her own, piercing the thin membrane of his lower lip as well. His low, guttural growl resonates in her chest when she tastes the coppery tang of blood, but when she flinches away expecting his fist to collide with her jaw, she sees him merely licking the crimson off of his mouth with relish. His hooded mauve eyes stare fervently into her stormy sapphire ones. “Kinky,” he remarks in a husky whisper.
Breasts heaving as she pants slightly, Ino watches him with a leery countenance, her bangs matted to her face with sweat and gooey with cum, her pink face streaked with the white fluid. Tears shine below her eyes and saliva glistens on her mouth. Angry red bite marks litter her lips, chin, and jawline from where he'd mauled her with his teeth. Hidan studies the sight, pleased with the outcome. It seems he's finally managed to sway her.
"All right, bitch.” He moves off of her and roughly flips her over by her shoulder, eliciting a gasp of shock from her. “Ass up." He drags her towards him by her waist and shoves her head down against the mattress so her rear points at the ceiling. Yanking her skirt and underwear down, he claws the crotch of her fishnet leggings open and grips generous handfuls of her toned, round ass.
Digging her fingers into the sheets, Ino dares not move or breathe. There's a brief, uneasy silence as the Jashinist takes the time to admire her from behind, palming one cheek and pulling it to the side to thumb a hole that Ino had never touched in a manner that was anything other than necessary. She tenses considerably at the foreign feeling, nipping the inside of her lip in apprehension, her heart starting to thump rapidly. Please, please don't-
Hidan hums to himself, either thoughtfully or in appreciation; Ino can't tell, until he comments “Nice ass.” – so the latter it is. She prays to the gods above that he's not thinking of doing what she vehemently hopes he doesn't do.
It seems she has prayed in vain.
The hapless blonde has no time to brace herself before he abruptly rams into that hole without a single warning. The pain is savage and intense, ripping through her entire body; she feels as if she is being torn from the inside out at that moment. A shrill scream escapes her lips. Hot tears well and leak from her tightly shut eyes, rolling down her face and dripping onto the bunched sheets below.
Hidan grabs both of her ass cheeks then and utters a loud grunt as he pulls out only a little before shoving back in all the way. "Damn...tight as hell."
He begins to thrust, fast and hard. The rhythmic smacking of flesh fills the small room. He is absolutely brutal, just like she knew he'd be, and it's but one step short of hell for her. The kunoichi muffles her cries of agony by biting down on her knuckles, harsh pants and gasping breaths escaping her flared nostrils. Cold sweat chills her skin.
As if to add insult to injury – or just more injury to injury in this case – Hidan raises an open palm high and lashes it down on her supple ass with a searing sting that leaves a cherry red blotch on her fair skin, which ripples upon contact. The slap echoes in her ears and she yelps in response, feeling the pain slowly ebb to tingling. She had been pampered as a child; neither of her parents had spanked her – let alone raised a single finger to her – in times of her disobedience or wrongdoings. This is the first time she'd ever been touched in such a manner. If Hidan weren't so harsh, she feels as though she would have liked it in any other circumstance.
His stamina is outrageous; he keeps up for what seems like hours. Ino's had long since been drained and now she merely sprawls limply on the bed like a rag doll while Hidan does as he pleases with her body. She's surprised to find that her initial agony had faded into a dull, almost numb pain – much more tolerable now – so the Jashinist's violent movements can hardly be felt. From her vantage point where her cheek is pressed into the mattress, she merely waits patiently for him to finish with glazed eyes fixed vacantly on the wall.
She's startled when Hidan suddenly leans over her back to squeeze her breasts painfully. "You dead or something?" he taunts. "I thought you'd enjoy getting your ass fucked."
Ino pays him no heed. She can't even summon enough strength to turn around and spit in his face.
"Heh-heh." Hidan releases her breasts and withdraws, where he again palms the globes of her ass as he resumes his thrusts. "Seems you're already broken in. That was fast."
The energy to even think of a suitable insult evades her. Ino groans pitifully. Please hurry up and come, she silently wills him, I'm so tired... I just want to sleep...
As if heeding her thoughts, Hidan suddenly drops down and arches over her back, clutching handfuls of the sheet on either side of her head, and announces his orgasm with a snarl. Ino feels his body quake above her and his dick swell inside of her before hot cum shoots into her bowels, the amount and force astonishing. The copious fluid dribbles out of her ass and down her inner thighs as Hidan gives a few meager thrusts to prolong his climax. His breath cools her shoulders when he sighs heavily, then he slides out of her and flops on his back behind her.
“Jashin, that was awesome,” he declares, out of breath, and slaps Ino's ass again, startling her. “Nice view.”
Ino realizes she's quivering. With a pitiful groan, she lowers her hips to the mattress and sags. Everything hurts. Her cheek, her neck, her temple, her lips, her breasts, her...
A small sob leaps into her throat. I'm... She blinks away the hot tears blurring her vision, but there's too much and they quickly overflow to spill down her face, stinging the wounds on her skin. She hides her face in the sheets shamefully. Pathetic.
Merely minutes later, a soft snore makes her pause. Cautiously, she lifts herself up and peers over her shoulder. Hidan's back is turned to her, one arm tucked underneath his head, his shoulder rising and falling steadily with the measured breathing of deep sleep.
Idiot. He actually had the balls to let his guard down in the vicinity of a vindictive kunoichi with the intention to tear them off and shove them down his throat? Screw that, maybe she'd just mess up his mind a bit instead. No, the first one sounds a lot more painful... But the second sounds more traumatizing... Maybe she should do both.
As vehement thoughts swarm her calculating mind, Ino stealthily shifts on her hands and knees to crawl toward the oblivious bastard, but her limbs start to shake violently once she presses her weight on them, seemingly too weak to hold her up. With a frustrated hiss, she drops to her chest as her arms give out. Her muscles ache and her wounds throb.
The fucker had known she'd be no harm to his defenseless, sleeping self. He had made sure of that.
Damn it. Furious with herself, Ino bares her teeth at the lounging form in front of her. Exhaustion tugs at her body, her eyelids almost too heavy to hold open. Releasing a long, measured sigh to calm her anger, she scoots as far away from Hidan as possible and squirms around to get comfortable, yanking the sheets over herself. The smells of sweat, blood, and sex permeate the air in a pungent fog, so she buries her nose in the sheets and shuts her eyes tightly.
Sleep evades her for hours, but finally she sinks into darkness.
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