snapshot.
summary: Deidara meets a superfan
warnings: Smut, 18+, rough sex, choking, pool sex, reader has a bit of a description, reader is complex, mentions of killing
word count: 6.9k
a/n: I had this idea shortly after conceptualizing Apprentice and while I was, like 70 or 80% done with that fic. And now we have this fucking 7k monster. I consider this to be a spiritual successor to Apprentice, maybe a oppositional series of events even? Idk, you decide lol. There are even some similar words and wordy allusions that you may catch haha. Hope you enjoy!
read on ao3 here. (recommended for extra notes)
Kisame’s wicked cackles reverberated across the cavern walls, summoned from the pit of his stomach; Deidara was sure he would pass out sooner rather than later.
“It seems,” Pain began, eyeing the sculpture in the center of the room, “you have an admirer, Deidara.”
Deidara’s brow twitched as a blush snuck across his face. His eyes roved over the sculpture ― the naked sculpture.
Tobi threw up his hands in laudation. “It’s so pretty! ”
Kisame laughed harder ― if it was possible.
“I have taken it upon myself to apologize to (Y/n),” Pain continued over the cackling. “She’s one of our main contributors, after all; we would be amiss to upset her.”
“When …” Deidara’s brow held a life of its own, “... did she send this?”
“No clue; I had Kisame retrieve it,” Pain explained. “Apparently, we sent the wrong member to entertain her.”
Kisame’s hand hugged the wall. “You’re damn right! ”
It was as subtle a joke as could be achieved by Pain and it still wasn’t funny. Deidara’s eyes had not once left the sculpture since Pain had signaled for his attendance, saying it was of the utmost importance he appeared. One arm yawned out to the sky while the other snaked around and brushed against the meat of the breasts ― your breasts. One leg stuck out before the other, the fat of the thigh attached concealing the womanhood.
Your womanhood.
Both futile attempts to afford the piece some decency. Futile, Deidara guessed, was the point. It was coquetry. A shameless attempt at flirtation on your part.
And just in case Deidara was too dense to get the message, you’d taken it upon yourself to leave him one, attached to the foot of the sculpture’s dais:
Hello! Please deliver to Deidara. Thank you.
It even had a smiley face after the period.
Deidara balled his fist.
What. The. Fuck.
“(Y/n) must be an incredibly beautiful woman!” Tobi admired the piece with fascination, a sparkling heart encasing his eyehole. “Look at the face, and the hips, and the feet ― ”
“Tobi!” Deidara was beet red. “Shut the hell up!”
“Deidara,” Pain spoke again, unfazed by the cacophony. “I’m sure you’ll be undertaking a journey west? Since (Y/n) has clearly requested you specifically.”
Deidara’s eyes yo-yoed between their leader and the monstrosity of the naked sculpture. He debated it. Of course, all while fantasizing about shoving explosives down the laughing fishman’s throat and turning him into a pile of sardines.
Tobi can taste one himself, while I’m at it.
“What?” Irritation bit Deidara’s tone. “We’re fucking prostitutes now?”
Pain raised holographic brows. “If it ensures peace, then yes.”
Deidara’s mouth dropped. The audacity of it all. How much was he expected to take?
“We’re waiting, Deidara.”
A pause. He was no fool. This wasn’t a request, it was an expectation.
“Fine,” Deidara sighed irritably. “I’ll go, all right?”
“You better,” Kisame said, at last recovering from his fit. “Better get those high heels out and start walking the streets, too!”
Deidara was ready to draw blood ―
“No need to be crude, Kisame,” Pain’s backdropped against another fit of raucous laughter.
Says the man who puts a naked STATUE in the room.
“ Honestly, ” Kakuzu spat. “Do the rest of us have to be here for this?”
“I second that!” Hidan said with relief, “Finally, something we can agree on. ”
“Of course,” Pain said. “You were here in the event Deidara tried to refuse.”
Deidara ignored them all. He gave the sculpture one more scan before swallowing dry and awaiting the end of the call. He could not believe your gall. You were so … brazen . A simple love letter couldn’t have sufficed? No? A naked ― What the fuck was the matter with you?
Still, he was … intrigued. Curiosity was a hooking finger, beckoning him forth. Was that really … your body? Your lips? Your thighs? Your …
Deidara swallowed dry again, his tongue sticking to the top of his palate.
He’d go to the village and put an end to your games.
And maybe …
He wouldn’t let himself go there ― even if his treacherous mind was wandering already.
<<<>>>
You sat in your museum of sculptures, head tilted up against the gods you had crafted.
The door creaked open.
“I just received Pain’s crow,” your assistant’s voice rang. “Deidara should arrive in another day or so.”
Stars were in your eyes but you kept your back to her. “Great!”
Your grand plan relied on whether or not Pain, mysterious leader of the Akatsuki, was morally bankrupt enough to hoe out his members. At any point you could’ve been rejected with your sculpture returned swiftly to you. But it worked. You were thrilled. The first part of the plan had succeeded.
You were going to see him again.
Your assistant’s footsteps tapped repeatedly over the polish floors upon which you now sat.
“Hmm.” Doubt deflated some of your enthusiasm. “Do you think it was effective enough? You know, for him?”
Your assistant huffed incredulously. “What? Just because Deidara’s a shinobi means he’s immune to pussy? C’mon. You’re not one of those types that thinks all shinobi are noble and stone-faced, are you, (Y/n)-sama?”
As if. You guffawed. Nobility wasn’t the issue; hundreds of people scoured the red light districts for carnal game. You told your assistant as such.
“At least seventy percent are shinobi searching for quick thrills,” You joked. “If my math’s correct, anyway. It could be higher. And I know any one of them would be more than happy if a girl simply threw herself at them without need for reimbursement. But still …” You trailed, gaze tailing down the hardened clay of a kimono-garbed sculpture. “I only wondered. It’s been a long time since … I don’t know how dedicated he is to his little terrorist group, is all. He might not be as amused.”
“You answered your own question, ma’am,” your assistant said. “And even if he wasn’t a shinobi, he’s a man. It’ll go down without a hitch! You worry too much.”
You nodded. She was right: despite the years, you wanted to speak to Deidara in his language. Art. How could he resist such an enticement? How could any man, but especially Deidara, due to the manner in which you had sent your little gift. “Okay. Part one of the plan: Complete!”
“What’s the rest of the plan exactly?” You heard the pat, pat, pat and knew from your many years with your assistant that she was thumping her clipboard against her head. “Dinner? Walk on the beach? Or just … Fucking?”
Your smile was evil. “Yes.”
You held Deidara in your mind’s palm. Blonde hair, gorgeous face .. . One of the most admired artists in Iwakagure ― no, the most. For could rival Deidara? Even your knees wobbled in the face of his raw talent, even years later. He was still revered in the art community. Of course, his name grew to possess more notoriety than reverence when he started blowing up things ― and people. But, hey everyone was flawed.
It was only when he went rogue and abandoned the village did you start your own search for him. Years passed and then … reports of a long-haired, blonde shinobi with profound arsonry acuity. Rogue. Affinity for birds.
Bingo.
Your giggle was shamelessly girlish. “I’d love to woo him.”
Your assistant chuckled. “Aaand you’re not the slightest bit afraid of him? I mean, with all respect, (Y/n)-sama, he’s a criminal. He’s an arsonist. ”
You licked your lips. “Love me a bad boy.”
“Right,” she said with a chuckle. “Forget I said anything.”
“I will. Now, let’s get ready.”
<<<>>>
“We’re going to see the girl with the pretty feet, aren’t we, Senpai?”
“I told you to shut your mouth, Tobi.”
Deidara’s taller partner buoyed from foot to foot as he tailed behind. Deidara didn’t want to think about your body ― your incredibly artful body, artful in more ways than one …
The sun crept from the sky as it vivified the color of peachskin. Deidara’s eyes darted hither-thither, collecting information. It was all he could do to not summon one of his explosive birds and fly over this entire, forgotten village. The urge to set it ablaze and go home was immense. A part of him had wanted to make such an entrance, but prudency would never allow it.
Nor would Leader.
Deidara turned back to Tobi just in time to see him pose, a hand visoring his visible eye while the other landed on his hip.
“Leader said the pretty naked lady would have someone waiting for us,” Tobi said.
“Hm,” Deidara said. It was true; they would wait for someone to escort them to you. Until then, they remained lost in one of the village’s districts. The streets were alive with noise and peopled with busy folk. Deidara could tell the amount of businesses actually open were sparse. Pain had called you one of their main contributors … She must be a big wig to have people doing her dirty work for her. Just who were you? And how were you so familiar with him to send such a thing to the Akatsuki headquarters?
And if you were so rich, why did you squalor in the dirt with the likes of those in this village?
Thoughts bubbled in the back of Deidara’s mind―
“Hey …!”
Outside of a food stall a woman eyed them, holding a curtain back with manicured nails.
Bingo .
“Tobi,” Deidara gestured. “C’mon.”
“Okay, senpai!”
Deidara neared the food stall.
The woman ticked her head to the side with a smile. “Enjoy your gift?”
Pink colored Deidara’s cheeks.
“So, you’re escorting us, right?”
The woman backed away to admit them into the food stall, where the people inside, dining on bowls of ramen and mackerel were too engrossed in their meals to notice the cloaked men enter.
“You got me,” she winked. “C’mon.”
The woman led them behind the bar, where they slinked through the backdoor into the alley.
“Don’t need anyone asking questions about the cloaks,” she reasoned. “Surprised you didn’t think of that, Oh Great Deidara of Iwakagure.”
“Of course I did!” Deidara said. “I look stupid to you?”
“No,” the woman’s eyes roamed on Deidara now. “You look cute . My mistress really didn’t lie …”
Deidara averted his gaze as the woman snickered. Tobi gawked.
“Does lady think Tobi’s cute, too?”
“Uh,” she blinked. “Sure.”
Tobi twirled with a squeal. Deidara rolled his eyes.
“Whatever,” Deidara said. “Just take us to meet her, all right?”
“Sure …” the woman said.
They traveled through as street lights blared to life, the sky a bruising purple as evening descended.
“I only wanted us in there to help us blend in a bit,” she guided them through the streets. “I hope it wasn’t too troublesome getting here.”
“We can care for ourselves,” Deidara said, prickly.
“You don’t have to be so defensive,” the woman said. “I’m just making conversation.”
“I said don’t worry about it,” Deidara snapped. “So … who is this woman? This mistress of yours?”
“I’m one of her many assistants, yeah,” the woman said, leading them down a dark street, made darker by the light of day dying faster. “I started working for her years ago. I was so amazed by her art and so intimidated by her talent, I didn’t think she’d accept me. But, surprise surprise.”
“Yeah? So how she so rich? She sell her art?”
“Exactly! People come from all over the world to see her exhibits. She brings so much tourism to this ragtag village. She doesn’t even keep her wealth to herself; she donates so much. She should be much richer than she is! She’s a saint, really.”
So she donates to the Akatsuki, the deadpan of the thought laid flat in his mind. Deidara was silent, tailing shortly behind her. Some saint.
“You called me Deidara of Iwakagure.”
“ … Yes, I suppose I did.”
“So … Your mistress … she knows where I’m from.”
The woman was silent now as she led Deidara and Tobi down street steps to a quieter street, nearly bereft of people beside the occasional deadbeat smoker.
“She from there, too?”
Deidara went unanswered.
Hm, so I’m on to something, Deidara noticed the buildings growing taller, treeing up as the raucous of the village slipped away. They traveled further south. Maybe Pain’s got this wrong; maybe this girl’s a fucking black widow and wants revenge on me for something. Figures, he’s sure he’s broken a few hearts in the past he’d long since forgotten about. But then … Why would she donate so much money to our organization? She clearly believes in it.
“We’re here,” the woman-assistant said.
Deidara raised his head ― and kept raising it.
Shit .
The mansion was immaculate, easily the tallest of all of its sisters. Its main building was flanked by towers with onioned tips and was encased in a giant garden, all of it shielded by a surrounding wall.
Deidara stared, bug-eyed.
The doors to the gate’s entrance burst open and a gaggle of girls filed through.
“They’re here ―!”
“Ooh~! there’s two of ‘em!”
“Mistress will be so pleased!”
Girls stood star-eyed at Deidara while more hugged themselves to Tobi’s arms.
“Tobi likes pretty girls!”
“We’ll entertain the other one,” the woman-assistant said with a wink. “You just follow us.”
The woman-assistant led them in where the cult of girls drove Tobi away laughing and giggling.
“This way,” the woman said.
Deidara followed her, looking around. From the inside, the mansion opened up like some grand palace from myth, folkloric and mysterious. Columns shouldered the brunt of a ceiling that raised into the darkness. The floors were illustrated scenes from what Deidara recognized as actual myths. Valiant samurais rescued princesses with flaring kimonos, dragons ribboned down hallways. The scenes on the walls diverged from the ones of nobility beneath them, were lavish with depictions of wild courtesans and …
Deidara blushed.
Begrudgingly, he had to admit you did have taste; the art was a lot, but wove together into one cohesive masterpiece. The hallways the assistant led him down were flanked by vases winking with sheen and overflowed with bell flowers, roses, sunflowers. The hallway widened into a foyer. Something winked in Deidara’s peripheral and when he looked upward saw that the ceiling domed into a orb of glass, giving way to the first few blink of stars.
He had entered the lion’s den for sure.
“ Deidara … ”
The sirenic voice compelled his head to a foyer alcove where a figure shrouded the threshold.
His eyes widened.
(E/c) eyes glittered at him. Long legs supported swaying hips. Elegant cleavage sinking into a familiar mound of breasts. Delicate hands, hickey-worthy neck …
And lovely ― and lovely …
Inwardly, he sighed, defeated.
Feet.
The naked sculpture colored Deidara’s memory.
“Deidara!” You parroted in awe. Your expression shifted as you came to smolder at him. “In the flesh. And just in time for dinner.”
Your kimono waterfalled as you left the alcove. Deidara gulped, speechless as you sauntered to him.
“It ―” Deidara’s cheeks grew hot. “It really is you …”
“It really is me …”
Your woman-assistant's eyes tennis-balled between you and Deidara before bowing respectfully. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
She hurried away down a different alcove.
Deidara shook his head in a desperate attempt to reclaim his senses. Fucking hell, Dei, get a grip.
“So,” he cleared his throat. “I ―”
“I still can’t believe you’re actually here,” You began to turn, “Let me show you ―”
“Wait, I think we should discuss monetary terms first,” Deidara said in a futile attempt to hold some ground over the woman.
“Hm?” You blinked. “Didn’t your leader explain things to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“The money comes after the evening,” you winked at him. “Of course.”
Pain, you fucking ―
“Deidara …” You revered, pulling the sleeve of your kimono back over your shoulder. “Before dinner, I would love for you to see the rest of my work.”
“Your,” Deidara deadpanned, blinking, “work?”
“Yes,” You smirked at him. “You enjoyed the piece I already had you review, I presume?”
Deidara fought to keep things on the issue at hand, but his eyes grew preoccupied with the twinkle in yours. The sky above the two of you had plunged into a chief darkness. Candles flared to life to douse the hall in tangerine light.
Deidara turned a blind eye to it. “Your assistant called me Deidara of Iwakagure.”
You eyed him. “Did she …?” you said coyly. “I’m glad she didn’t try and call you anything else; she’s got a mouth on her.”
“How do you know me?”
You shied away. Your head dipped. Deidara tried to ignore the cuteness of it all.
Focus, damnit.
“I’m guessing you’re from Iwagakure, too?” Deidara pressed. “What are you playing at?”
You took your time. “Yeah, Deidara, we have a village in common.” You began to walk, crossing the columns to circle him. “Do you remember the underground competitions that used to be held there?”
“Hm,” Deidara recalled and relished in the ego trip it afforded him. Dark rooms. Rowdy spectators circled around art pieces under makeshift stage lights like cavemen around fire. It was before he left the Iwagakure, when he was still itching to engage in the village’s indie art scene before growing bored of the whole thing. “I won most of them.”
“I used to show up early and wait for you to showcase your things,” You glazed with memory. “You were always my favorite.”
Deidara smirked. “Hm, naturally. So you’re, what, some kind of superfan Not like I’m surprised, but …”
You thread past a column to scoop up a candle holder.
“You could say that,” you said. I have something to show you, if you follow me.”
He obliged, curiosity hooking him with a second finger. Candle flame lit like thin clovers to ward off the darkness. The flames illuminated the sway of your hips as he trailed. The sleeve of your kimono slipped past your shoulder again, revealing the skin of your neck and shoulder pad to him …
Why am I even noticing?
You brought him to a room hidden behind a set of rectangular doors.
“This is where I keep them.”
You pushed the doors open with a strength Deidara wouldn’t have expected.
Deidara entered ― and stopped.
It was a museum of art; animal pieces blazed his vision; exotic birds in flight, elegant cranes, all shaded and hued with masterful care and, if Deidara hadn’t been who he was, he wouldn’t have been able to recognize them as pieces done with clay. There were apricot-colored foxes, a dragon head amongst a dragon bust. Deidara recognized a few self sculptures in the forest of pieces. Obscure structures too abstract to be assigned to names dotted space, esoteric symbols eluding even him …
“You inspired me to create my own art,” You explained as he gawked. You inched to him and brazenly took his hand in yours.
Deidara jumped from the sudden contact and found your pretty face in the dim light. Stop … stop. A part of him wanted to summon a tongue to taste the salt on your palm.
“It’s how I’ve made my money,” you continued as you tugged him along the aisles of work like an excited child.
“So you’re that kind of fan,” Deidara said as he recovered. And, what do you want from me?” he chuckled in disbelief, “My critique?”
“Of course.”
He wasn’t expecting an honest answer forthright. Sincerely, he roved eyes over your work.
“Hm, well …” he approached one, taking inventory of it head to foot. “Give me the candle.”
You obeyed.
“You’ve got a great understanding of color, I’ll give you that,” Deidara examined. “Painting can be messy, especially on clay ― and honestly so many artists use colors so … bluntly; it makes the whole thing come off as garish.”
“I’ve noticed.”
He laughed at that. “Hm! … You’ve got a great eye. And I don’t hand out compliments easily.” He raised the candle to illuminate another sculpture. “How long did this one take you?”
“Five weeks,” You answered before chuckling somewhere behind him. “It’s funny, I sketched and re-sketched this one so many times, it was technically seven weeks.”
“A perfectionist. I like that.”
Deidara found himself smiling. Rarely did he get to talk to someone about art or its many processes. Deidara thought of Sasori and was touched with a tinge of respect for his fallen partner. But, of course, they’re philosophies so often chafed against one another. But you … An image of him helping you craft one of your pieces came to his mind: his hands guiding yours over unsophisticated clay, paint dashing your collarbone, maybe on your lips …
“Deidara …?”
Your voice brought him out of his thoughts, only for him to realize you were now in front of him.
“We could talk about this more over dinner.”
Your hands grazed his forearms and for some reason he didn’t pull away. The alluring scent of your perfume flirted up his nose.
Deidara’s cock twitched; he kicked himself inwardly. What was he? A fucking teenage boy? He had half of a mind to shove you away, end this … whatever this was.
But none of that happened. Instead, he agreed. And, taking his hand again with fingers threaded through his, you led him out of your museum.
<<<>>>
You let him to the roof of one of your buildings, where moonlight bestowed diamonds over the still waters of your pool and the dinner table waited, illuminated by more candles.
“You’re a real hot shot now, aren’t you?” Deidara said.
You blushed as he surveyed dinner. “Is it too much?”
“Nah, if anything it’s just the artist in you dying to come out,” he shrugged. “I respect that.”
You moved to take a seat, Deidara following you. He stopped you, pulling out the chair for you.
You sank to your chair with a mixture of surprise and thrill. “What a gentleman. ”
“Just showing my respect, is all.”
You snapped your fingers and two waiters appeared to kneel before you, plates of food in hand.
Deidara did a double-take. “Wow.”
The waiters displayed the food and took their leave. His favorite: bakudan.
“You think of everything, don’t you?” Deidara said.
“Yeah.”
“Hm …” he could not pretend as though he was not impressed, but he could try as he took his seat.
He remembered the art shows in Iwagakure. You were always there? Did he ever see you? Even if he had, you would’ve been little more than a nobody to him, another sycophant he rightfully deserved amongst a herd of fawns and nothing more. You’re telling me all that time … I had a groupie groupie?
“Hey,” he said. “Remember when you said you used to attend my showcases.”
You lowered your fork to raise your brows. “I remember ten minutes ago, yeah.”
Deidara’s own brow twitched. Cheeky cunt . Then kicked himself; he didn’t want to think about your cunt. He watched your tongue swipe your plump lower lip ― then kicked himself again.
“Why didn’t you ever try to talk to me?” Deidara asked. “I mean,” he leaned back in his chair, dangling his fork, “not like I needed any encouragement, even back then, but what gives? If you were such a fan ―”
“I was shy, back then …” You said. You toyed with your food. You had turned bashful, like a schoolgirl. “Still am, to be honest.”
He scoffed. “Hm! Says the woman who sends naked sculptures of herself to people.”
You waved your fork. “What can I say? You bring out the wild girl in me,” The glint in your eye turned seductive. “Always have …”
Deidara gulped. What did that mean? You play with yourself with me in mind? Is that it?
Thinking that was another mistake; images of you sieved into his mind. Sweet, feminine hands sinking in between the softness of your thighs, fingers grazing your wet lips to ...
What did you smell like? Did you smell as good there as you did everywhere else?
He shook his head. Fuck .
“So you’re telling me,” Deidara said just to say something, “you have absolutely no issue with what I do.”
“I don’t know,” You coquetted. “What do you do?”
“Don’t play coy . You contacted Akatsuki. You know damn well what I mean.”
You were silent.
“Killing people,” Deidara said. “Blowing them to smithereens. Kidnapping. The gods know what else. You’re cool with all that?”
Your manicured hand wrapped around your wine glass. You raised it, but before bringing it to your lips:
“Birds of a feather.”
You drank.
What?
“Come again?”
You smacked your lips. “You’re not the only one who’s killed a few.”
A pause. You set aside your drink before challenging his gaze.
“Care to elaborate?” he asked.
“I had an assistant once,” you began. “She told me she was desperate for a job, but you wouldn’t know by the run of her mouth. She complained, took off without warning. But then it turned out she had sticky fingers; she tried to steal one of my pieces. I’d had enough.” You leaned over the table as though you feared Deidara wouldn’t hear. “So I killed her. Used her for my piece after the last.”
“And,” Deidara swallowed, “your current girl …”
“You’ve already met her,” you said. “She’s mouthy, too ― but not to me.”
You had killed, not only that ― encased a girl inside your work. She had wanted your art, and she had gotten her wish.
“That’s …” Deidara trailed. “... Amazing.”
You smiled. “So, you see, I have no problem with what you do. Who am I to judge, am I right?”
“Do the villagers judge you?”
“This village has seen enough strife for a lifetime,” You said. “I don’t think they’d mind learning about indiscretion ― especially if they knew why I killed her.”
Deidara raised an eyebrow. “So you donate bundles of cash to clear your conscience?”
“My conscience is clear,” You said. “People shouldn’t have to suffer any more than they already do. I want this village to prospect. I donate because I want to.” You popped a piece of food into your mouth. “You never answered me, by the way.”
“About what?”
“The sculpture,” Your eyes narrowed with coquetry again, a glint especially bright and beautiful in your eye with aid from the moonlight. “Did you like it?”
Deidara’s heart beat especially loud in his ears ― and this time he didn’t kick himself for it.
“... Yeah,” he relented. “Yeah, I liked it.”
“And it’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of your work, Deidara,” You raised to leave your seat. “Why don’t you show me something?”
Deidara’s eyes widened. Far was he ever from an opportunity to flex his brilliance, especially on someone so appreciative ― so
deserving.
“Sure!”
Enthusiasm straightened your shoulders. “Really? I mean, If you need ―”
“I don’t need anything,” he said, waving you away. “Just stand back!”
You obeyed, eyes bright from the contagion of his excitement. So aptly memorized did he have the hand signs, Deidara didn’t care to glance at them. Instead, he watched you try to futilely follow his movements.
<<<>>>
Clay spilled like milk from mouths on Deidara’s hands to form into creatures before your eyes ― you blinked furiously and each time you did another creature was born; small dragons, spherical creatures with eyes, birds, and one, growing piece of clay, raising meters above the ground. It looked like a snowman to you but, knowing Deidara, it was leagues more dangerous.
You stepped back, overwhelmed by the breadth of Deidara’s creation, Deidara’s artistry .
One of Deidara’s clay birds flapped its wings, swerved in the air and landed gracefully on the cliff of your shoulder.
“So,” Deidara’s smirk brightened his face and sent a throb to your nether regions, “what do you think?”
What do I think? You pet the bird’s clay-made wing. What do I think?
You took a step. The roof crowded with his creatures to dab white ivory among the encroaching night.
Surely, it helped being a ninja; Deidara possessed powers you could only dream of understanding. Still. Your mouth hung agape at the amount of things he could spring alive from the literal palms of his hand. Your eyes followed up at his bigger piece, more of a monument to you than a mound of clay.
He’s a god. A god among men. A god of art.
“Hm!”
Poof.
You startled. Some of the pieces began disappearing. They left the roof choking with smoke until only his large, snowman-like piece remained.
“I see you’ve been stunned into silence by my art,” Deidara said.
You didn’t reply, only began to step forward.
“Hm!” Deidara looked away, crossed his arms. “It’s only natural, after all, to have your breath taken away by my artiste.”
Another step. Another.
“I’m sure our leader didn’t even tell you what I’m capable of.”
Another.
“It’s a good thing, too ―”
You were running now.
“It would’ve spoiled the surprise ―”
You pounced on Deidara. He cried out but you barely heard it as the force propelled you both backward, falling hard and fast into the swimming pool.
<<<>>>
Bubbles spilled from Deidara’s mouth. He could feel your hands on him, somewhere, everywhere ―
He looked to the surface of the water and swam toward it. He could not feel your hands anymore.
He came up for air, looking around for you.
“(Y/n)!”
Then you emerged ― but he had no time to register it as your arms came around him. You pulled him down toward you, your lips crashing into his in a wet kiss.
“Mm …!”
Your tongue ran over the hard shell of his palate. Your hands held his cheeks. Your legs hooked around his waist to trap him between your thighs.
“That was ― mm ― the most ― mm ― amazing thing I’ve ever ― mm! ― seen!”
Deidara’s hands found you ― and immediately met skin; your kimono, having not been able to withstand the pull of the water, slid dangerously past your shoulders, the folds opened wide so he could feel the full cushion of your breasts against him.
Oh, fuck.
Just as he began to play with your tongue, you broke away.
You faced him with heavy-lidded eyes, drops of water falling from your abused lips.
“Let me make good on my promises to Pain,” Your hands hooked behind his neck.
“Wha ― what?”
“Fuck me, Deidara,” Your voice was thick with lust. “I told him the quantity of my donation was completely dependent on how hard you fucked me. It would be an honor to be fucked by such an amazing artist!”
That sent something to his dick.
The surprise dissipated. He smirked. “Really …? Is that so …”
He gripped your throat and hoisted you above him. He heard you gasp and tightened his grip, feeling the twitch of his cock in response to the victimized sound.
“Beg for it,” he ordered.
“ Oh … ” You whimpered. Your head fell back as Deidara’s hand served as a brace.
He reached downward and tugged at the wet bow of your kimono. He yanked it and reveled in it coming apart to reveal the rest of you.
“ Beg. For me .”
Everything you did and had done was a plea for him, he admitted, but the idea of you begging vocally made him painfully hard. His eyes drank in your naked form still half submerged in the water. Wet tits in his face. A droplet of water fell away from a nipple.
“Please …” came your breathless voice. “Please, fuck me ― oh … ”
He thumbed at the tempting nipple, pert and so responsive to his touch.
“ Nothing underneath, ” he feigned chastisement, pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Fucking slut .”
He tightened his grip twofold and was pleasantly surprised with the moan you rewarded him with. The strict fit of his pants was becoming too much to bear. You jerked in his hold, tits jiggling in his face.
“ Please, fuck me, Deidara!”
Satisfied, He set you down and watched you bounce in the water before yanking you forward. He pressed his mouth against yours once again. You reached for him to no avail; he spun you, your back now pressed hard against the side of the pool. He released your mouth to dabble kisses at your neck, biting at pieces of skin.
“ Fuck …!” You arched and Deidara fell into the dip of your curve.
You gripped his hand to bring it to your face. He stopped kissing you to look at what you had in mind, his tongue still present at his palm.
Your lips traced his palm and began to kiss the tongue there.
“Mmm …”
Deidara laughed as you tongue-kissed his hand. “You really are a fucking weirdo, aren’t you?”
The tongue slithered over your own. You released a moan and closed your mouth over the tongue, a flushed red tainting your cheeks. Your hand pressed behind the back of his hand, forcing it to deepen the kiss, to nibble at his tongue. Deidara hitched a breath. You sucked it further into your mouth.
“ Ah ― y … you wanna suck on something so badly …” Deidara murmured. “MaybeI should give you something more legit, hm …”
You mewled in approval. His tongue retreated from your mouth and he felt a twinge of triumph when you gasped for air. He approached you. A hand ghosted over your neck before ramming you hard against the wall of the pool, the force with which he’d done it so hard he was sure its cement edge imprinted on your upper back. With his other hand he tugged his trousers down.
You met his eyes.
“Take a deep breath.”
And he plunged you into the water.
He looked down, watched the water dance as your squiggly reflection gripped his cock and fit it into your mouth.
Deidara groaned. His head fell back as you hollowed your cheeks and took him in. The water did nothing to stall your mouth; you bobbed your head, stroking what couldn’t fit into your mouth.
Deidara steadied himself with a hand at the pool’s edge, entranced by how your tongue rolled back to lick his head each time you pulled away, only to take him deep into the back of your throat when pulling in ―
“ Nargh …! ”
A hand palmed at his balls while another tightened around his cock. Deidara reached for your head in the water to thread fingers into your head and force you harder onto his cock.
“ Aah … shit! ” He wanted you to choke on it. He wanted to own your mouth.
And apparently you wanted that, too; you popped him from your mouth a few times. You hadn’t come up for air once since he’d submerged you, his cock now your only business. He yanked your head up. He forced a kiss, the taste of himself in your mouth driving him mad.
“Enjoying dinner, I see, hm, hah …” he quipped, eyes heavy on your hand still stroking his cock. “What a pro. ”
“Only for you, Deidara-senpai. ”
You hand abandoned his cock and you licked him off your palm. Without his help you went under, fitting his cock in your mouth a second time. Deidara kept your hair from your mouth as you sucked him. His cockhead hit the back of your throat and, oh , you didn’t choke, only took more, more. Greedy cunt.
He imagined you practicing this for him, only for him, your senpai. Your mouth hungering for what wasn’t truly there. Deidara squeezed eyes shut; close, close. You were sucking his cock as though his was the only one in the world, worshiping with your mouth and tongue. He imagined your lungs desperate for air, screaming for them, yet your mouth too transfixed to care.
A fucking servant for him, obedient to his cock.
Deidara’s cock twitched. His groan was low and rumbling as he spilled his seed into your willing mouth. You sucked hard, jerked him into your mouth. Your mouth slicked with his cum and grew impossibly warm. Saliva and his own seed coated his cock.
“Aaah-ha- ahh …! ”
He scalped you as he emptied into your mouth, cum guzzling down your throat.
At last, you popped him from your mouth and emerged before him, mouth and lips thoroughly abused.
Deidara’s gaze cast down on you. He caught his breath in the seconds absent of words.
“I could use a girl like you,” Deidara exhaled.
You popped your lips, eyes dreamy and narrow. “I think you just did,”
“Hm! An apprenticeship, then?”
You recovered immediately. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
He smirked at his own prospect and pulled you to him. “C’mere.”
He emerged from the pool before helping you follow suit. He removed his black fishnet shirt and flung it away. He drank you in. Naked, in the flesh ― and wet, right when he thought you couldn’t be improved upon.
You settled atop the dinner table and waited for him. Deidara came to you.
“Spread those legs.”
You acquiesced. He licked his lips at the sight of your puffy, glistening cunt.
“You wouldn’t be my first,” You said, “but you’ll be my last.”
He slotted into the space you afforded him. He caressed your vulva before giving it a firm slap. You yelped and his lip upturned at the sound. He slid a finger between your folds, encouraged by your appreciative mewls.
He gripped the fat of your cheeks and forced you to look at him and not his adventurous fingers.
“Your best. ”
You hooked your legs behind him as he geared his cock grazed your folds ―
And thought he might cum just from the sound of your drawn out moan when he slid inside you.
He bucked from instinct, the firm grip of your twat clouding his senses. Again he went for your throat, the appendage becoming its permanent resting place.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Deidara breathed out, thrusting hard. “Leader’s gonna get his fucking money’s worth …”
Hands gripped his wrists tight as he began to fuck you, the table wobbling slightly underneath your mewling body.
“Yes …! Ye―Yes, oh!” You clung to him, Deidara’s hands upholding you. “ Fuc ― oh, Yes! I owe Pain my life ― oh! ”
He released your throat just to bite at it. He sunk his teeth into your skin while his hands committed to making scarlet red prints against your ass.
“ Fuck, you’re ―” Deidara stammered. The feel of your cunt swallowing him was too much. He recalled Kisame’s threat to fuck you himself. Not on your life, sharkman . And he felt himself thrust hard just to affirm you were his. He’d set the entire world ablaze before anyone else could experience the wonderful grip of your cunt. “You’re mine. ”
You tugged him to your lips again and kissed him. A moan from you vibrated against his lips. He reached downward to tease your clit and your legs trembled at his sides.
“ Fuck, Deida ―” You flung your head back. “ I’m ― ”
He knocked you onto the table and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He began to pound you, relishing in the bounce of your tits. Plates fell to the floor and shattered as he wrecked your cunt.
He choked you again, sure there would be a greater hand-shaped bruise once he was through. He flicked your clit, thumbed it. Your scream rumbled under his grip as his balls slapped your ass.
Your moans grew shrill, and you clenched ―
“ Fuck …! ” Deidara lost himself in your tight cunt. He slapped your clit, grip dangerously tight at your neck―
“Yes, please!” You called out as you came, “Dei― Deidara!”
Spurts of cum left his cock and sucked into your cunt. You convulsed and convulsed. You showed him the whites of your eyes as you came. Deidara held you to him by your thighs. A few more weak thrusts and he gave out on top of you, his chin hiding in the crook of your shoulder.
A few moments passed. Deidara raised his head, caught you over the corner of his eye. “So … everything you wanted?”
“And more, ” You sang.
He maneuvered to place a kiss at the heart of your collarbone, still so fascinated with it. He removed himself from you before assisting you as best as he could.
“Did you mean it?” You inquired after a few moments more.
“Hm?”
“About me being your apprentice?”
“... Hm,” Deidara shrugged. “Well, I’ll have to check my schedule. But, if it all adds up, I wouldn’t mind having you by my side.”
You squealed, engulfed him in a hug.
“Ah, ah!” Deidara fought you off. “Okay, okay, whatever!”
“Oh, I’m so excited! ” You bounced. “So, so ― wait!”
You pulled back, smirked up at him.
“I almost forgot,” You said. “Your payment … ”
<<<>>>
“Two million yen,” Pain said. “All in a single donation ― our highest to date. I assume it went well?”
“Hm!” Deidara said. “Very!”
“And Miss (Y/n) tells me she’ll be requesting you monthly from now on,” Pain continued. “Each time with the same donation or higher.”
“Are you telling me Deidara’s dick is going to fund all our expeditions from now on?” Kisame mocked.
“And the rest of our lives,” Kakuzu’s voice tipped in interest, “if this goes on …”
“Don’t get any ideas, Kakuzu!” Hidan barked. “We’re not whoring ourselves out.”
“Shut up,” Kakuzu bit back. “I’ve never even thought about it. Unless …”
“What girl would wanna fuck you? ”
“A satisfied and wealthy client means less worry over how we secure our money,” Pain said, ignoring the bickering, “so, in a manner of speaking, yes. Deidara will aid in contributions― as we all should.”
“Well, then, we’re all set!” Deidara said.
“There’s just one thing that irks me about this whole endeavor,” Pain said. “... Where is Tobi?”
“...”
“... He didn’t come back with you, did he?”
“... No.”
“...”
Pain sighed.
“... Go back and get him, Deidara.”
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