HidaKonan Fic Kinkfic
So, I wrote a little something for the February 2010 Naruto Anonymous Kink Meme that I am free to owning up to. Read it at the meme here or
The prompt: Hidan/Sakura (Or Konan if you prefer)
Kinks: MAGIC SEX!, masturbation, stimulation without touching
Hidan has another ritual. It works pretty much the same way as his regular one... only it transfers sexual stimulation rather than pain and injury.
Obviously they should be several miles away from Hidan when he does this and not have any idea it's going to happen until it happens.
Your choice if the girl is at home in her bed or, say, in a high powered board meeting.
In case I didn't make this clear it involves Hidan touching himself and the sensation transferring, not stabbing himself and that causing pleasure.
- - -
Hidan has never settled well with Konan; she is all precise, careful folds, order and structure, rigid, and hidden behind layer after layer of blank white paper. Hidan is untamed, impulsive, reckless, vibrant and unrefined, vulgar, living way out loud. He reminds her of sunrises, brilliant, new while she is the sunset, faded and fading. He lives in violent paroxysms while she survives in her gilded cage. He pesters her incessantly- as if he knows the unease he causes in her and just has to throw sticks at a bee’s nest to see if he can draw out the hive. She never rises to his bait- her paper swarm remains tightly drawn. Just before he left on a mission today, he had darted out a hand and torn away the sheet of origami paper she had been working on. A thin line of blood had beaded on her fingertips, a paper cut, and in a teasing snarky way Hidan had taken her wrist between his pale fingers and kissed them, as if to make it better, but then he had of course made a mockery of the kind gesture and had licked his lips, grinning a maniac smile at her. Konan lays her brush down, smoothing her heavy locks one last time before making her way into bed, drawing the sheets up like a shroud, as if that too is trying to hide her, and falls into slumber.
***
Under the brilliant starlight, Hidan stands naked in the center of a triangle circumscribed in a circle, and sends a Cheshire grin to the moon.
***
Konan wakes up inside a body that is no longer hers. She opens eyes without telling them to, her hands fluttering like kamikaze moths, pale and white up her thighs, over her flat stomach, caressing her playfully. She doesn’t understand- is she dreaming? Her body rises unbidden, traitorous hands stripping her nightgown away, her panties; she wonders if maybe she has been folded closed too many times, for far too long and is now falling apart at the edges. Her hands move like quicksilver over her body, drumming fingers over her clavicles, sliding over her breasts, smoothing over her thighs as they part of their own volition. She draws a sharp breath as her greedy hands find her sex, circle it with dancing light touches, stoking the fire inside that she fears will burn her to ashes. Her hands are relentless, maddening as they play her like a forgotten song, her hips begin to tilt forward, answering that which has called her out. Warmth and need twist her belly, she whimpers as the merciless fingers spread her wide, feels her own juices slick and wet as they slide over her and soak into her mattress. Two fingers are pushing into her, prying her apart and she shuts her eyes tight, the harsh burn of her muscles scorching. The fingers are moving, searching and ahhh~ a flood of pleasure hot and lush, throbbing there inside of her.
Konan gasps breathlessly, fingers teasing and stroking her wet pussy until she is feverish with need. She looks in the mirror, sees the heart of her unfurled, glistening in the mirror, and keens. She feels hot and cold all over, like she is burning and frozen all at once. One of her hands trails softly up her body, fondles and cups her breasts, circles the aureole and squeezes her nipples in pulses, flicking over them until she feels like she is going to burst into flames, her paper turned to kindling. The wicked hand moves up to her mouth, and she is tasting herself, salty sweet. Her eyes fall closed, fingers of both hands teasing both sets of lips, then both joining together at her sex in a frenzy, her pleasure overflowing for endless endless moments in wave after wave; she is blown away in the tempest of pleasure.
***
Konan’s trembling body folds like a hand of poker and Hidan sprawls on his back in the forest, smiling; she is not nearly as cold as she pretends to be.
The prompt: Hidan/Sakura (Or Konan if you prefer)
Kinks: MAGIC SEX!, masturbation, stimulation without touching
Hidan has another ritual. It works pretty much the same way as his regular one... only it transfers sexual stimulation rather than pain and injury.
Obviously they should be several miles away from Hidan when he does this and not have any idea it's going to happen until it happens.
Your choice if the girl is at home in her bed or, say, in a high powered board meeting.
In case I didn't make this clear it involves Hidan touching himself and the sensation transferring, not stabbing himself and that causing pleasure.
- - -
Hidan has never settled well with Konan; she is all precise, careful folds, order and structure, rigid, and hidden behind layer after layer of blank white paper. Hidan is untamed, impulsive, reckless, vibrant and unrefined, vulgar, living way out loud. He reminds her of sunrises, brilliant, new while she is the sunset, faded and fading. He lives in violent paroxysms while she survives in her gilded cage. He pesters her incessantly- as if he knows the unease he causes in her and just has to throw sticks at a bee’s nest to see if he can draw out the hive. She never rises to his bait- her paper swarm remains tightly drawn. Just before he left on a mission today, he had darted out a hand and torn away the sheet of origami paper she had been working on. A thin line of blood had beaded on her fingertips, a paper cut, and in a teasing snarky way Hidan had taken her wrist between his pale fingers and kissed them, as if to make it better, but then he had of course made a mockery of the kind gesture and had licked his lips, grinning a maniac smile at her. Konan lays her brush down, smoothing her heavy locks one last time before making her way into bed, drawing the sheets up like a shroud, as if that too is trying to hide her, and falls into slumber.
***
Under the brilliant starlight, Hidan stands naked in the center of a triangle circumscribed in a circle, and sends a Cheshire grin to the moon.
***
Konan wakes up inside a body that is no longer hers. She opens eyes without telling them to, her hands fluttering like kamikaze moths, pale and white up her thighs, over her flat stomach, caressing her playfully. She doesn’t understand- is she dreaming? Her body rises unbidden, traitorous hands stripping her nightgown away, her panties; she wonders if maybe she has been folded closed too many times, for far too long and is now falling apart at the edges. Her hands move like quicksilver over her body, drumming fingers over her clavicles, sliding over her breasts, smoothing over her thighs as they part of their own volition. She draws a sharp breath as her greedy hands find her sex, circle it with dancing light touches, stoking the fire inside that she fears will burn her to ashes. Her hands are relentless, maddening as they play her like a forgotten song, her hips begin to tilt forward, answering that which has called her out. Warmth and need twist her belly, she whimpers as the merciless fingers spread her wide, feels her own juices slick and wet as they slide over her and soak into her mattress. Two fingers are pushing into her, prying her apart and she shuts her eyes tight, the harsh burn of her muscles scorching. The fingers are moving, searching and ahhh~ a flood of pleasure hot and lush, throbbing there inside of her.
Konan gasps breathlessly, fingers teasing and stroking her wet pussy until she is feverish with need. She looks in the mirror, sees the heart of her unfurled, glistening in the mirror, and keens. She feels hot and cold all over, like she is burning and frozen all at once. One of her hands trails softly up her body, fondles and cups her breasts, circles the aureole and squeezes her nipples in pulses, flicking over them until she feels like she is going to burst into flames, her paper turned to kindling. The wicked hand moves up to her mouth, and she is tasting herself, salty sweet. Her eyes fall closed, fingers of both hands teasing both sets of lips, then both joining together at her sex in a frenzy, her pleasure overflowing for endless endless moments in wave after wave; she is blown away in the tempest of pleasure.
***
Konan’s trembling body folds like a hand of poker and Hidan sprawls on his back in the forest, smiling; she is not nearly as cold as she pretends to be.