Connected by Threads (Fic)
“You know you want it, little Songbird. Everything you are belongs to me.” Deidara’s cock pushed into her again and again, stretching her virgin cunt out, hips slapping against her ass. His hands were at her hips, pulling her back into his thrusts, making her go harder, faster, the wet lips of her cunt around his dick.
Roxanne whimpered, biting her lip. She had wanted to, god, she imagined it so many times, but not like this... not like this. Why did it still feel so good? Every time he pushed into her, tore her apart, she melted further into him. Every muscle in her body was hot and tight, begging. She was begging. “P-please...” The pillow beneath her was wet from tears, but she didn’t know if she was begging him to stop anymore. She didn’t think she was. This was sick... that fucking Akatsuki was sick. “Please...”
Deidara spanked her, hard, and the blow stung, making Roxxy moan into the pillow beneath her. But it was a moan of pleasure. Deidara heard it. “Do you like that, pretty songbird? Hm?” he spanked her again, harder, leaving a red hand-print on her ass cheek. His cock was still pounding into her, rough and hard, taking her without mercy. “I know you like pain. Like submitting to me, even if you won’t admit it. You’re begging, and I know what for... you’re begging to come, little bird. Begging for me to make you... come!” His breath was harsh.
The ANBU curled her fingers, nails digging red half-moons into her palms, tied above her head so she couldn’t struggle, couldn’t get away. She was stuck there, in that position, face down on the bed while Deidara took her.
His fingers trailed down between her legs as she lay helpless, and quickly found their target, eliciting another moan from the woman. “You’re a slut... a little ANBU whore. Does it sting to get your virginity taken by an Akatsuki? Hm? I’m sure it does.” His fingers rubbed her clit in slow circles at first, getting faster. Roxxy’s heart beat faster in her chest, pounding a tattoo against her ribcage. She was hot all over, sweating, panting, nearly gasping for air. All her muscles tight, tense, ready to release. “Aren’t you going to come for me little songbird?”
Roxxy screamed.
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“Why did you... I didn’t...” Roxxy was naked, laid bare still, in Deidara’s arms. She was just as helpless, but now unbound. Her flesh was pink where it wasn’t purple with bruises or red with healing cuts and scratches. her fingers curled in his long blonde hair. “Why...”
Deidara didn't expect this result from what he had done to break the ANBU. He didn’t expect her look like this, curled up in his arms, knees under her chin, head leaning against his chest, neatly nestled under his own chin.
“Why...”
Quite honestly, the Akatsuki couldn’t answer the ANBU as to why he had tormented her. Something about her just made him want to do it, and he indulged himself. He followed her, teased her and played games with her. It was fun, and her reactions all the better. Stalking around Konoha, waiting, with nothing better to do, tormenting the young ANBU was the best past-time there was available. But now it seemed, with all of the events that fell into place, coincidence wasn’t really a reasonable answer to such a simple question.
“I wa-wanted...” She was crying now. Deidara could feel the tears drip onto his bare chest. “To... do things... I’m an ANBU... not some... some...”
“Don’t cry.”
“Fuck you... I wanted to like you... you’re... pretty.” Roxxy’s words were choked and lame, and she wasn’t quite sure what exactly she was saying to Deidara anymore. She hated him, she didn’t. He was the last thing she could cling to that was a constant in her life. She was his prisoner, his plaything. “Fuck you...”
“I’m...” Deidara wasn’t sorry. But he did feel bad for her. Something ugly inside him reared it’s head and pulled at his heart. “I’ll take care of you.” The ANBU sniffled and punched his chest weakly, right over the stitches that held the mouth on his chest closed. He winced, ever so slightly.
“Fuck you... you... better.”
The Akatsuki slid his fingers through the woman’s hair, pulling her closer, as if to comfort her somehow. “Un... I will.”