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Please disregard the chapter name. I will rename it when I come up with something better. Lmao.
Anyways, italics are your inner monologue.
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It's 80 degrees Fahrenheit, but looking at him makes it feel like 110. His aura is like a sauna. I feel so fervid between my legs. His long golden hair and cornflower eyes. The muted yellow undertones of his skin. That tall slender figure of his. Every little detail about him drives me mad with carnal vexation. It is difficult enough keeping my panties dry when he's wearing his cloak, but I just don't think I can handle seeing him without it any longer. The way his hair is falling around his shoulders, being swept by the wind every so often and exposing them.. How am I supposed to focus on my training and become strong enough to impress him when all I can think about is him stripping me down and violently railing me right here in this open field? I can just imagine how his lean, yet strapping chest would look while he's hovering over me and looking into my eyes with that malefic smile... the thought just makes me want to..... 💥KATSU💥 Your body was thrown back by the explosion of a tiny white bat. "What has gotten into you today? You're usually great at dodging my attacks, un." Although you could not see his left eye, you could tell he was arching his eyebrow. Just great. How am I supposed to come up with a lie to cover my ass this fast? I hate being put on the spot like this... even when it is my own fault. "(Y/N)?" Are you feeling alright?" "Me? Yes! Sorry.. I'm just a little.. uhm... tired today... that's all. I'm sorry, Senpai." You say as a carnation hued blush dusts itself across your face like powder. Nice, great fucking thinking, (Y/N). I suck at excuses, and did I seriously just call him senpai? Right now, of all times? I do it to get under his skin so much that it has become a habit. Ugh, fuck me. "How many times do I have to tell you to quit calling me that, un?" He said while trying to hide a sheepish smile. There it was, the rosy-tinge across his cheeks that you convinced yourself you had been imagining all these months. Should I make an advance? No.. bad timing. But how can I know for sure if I don't try something? Maybe I can evoke some kind of allusion. Fuck it.. here goes nothing. "But why, Deidara-Sama? You say with a slightly pouty lip and glassy, credulous doll eyes. "You are my senpai, and Tobi calls you senpai all the time. What is the difference?" You emphasize your prurience by batting your luxuriant eyelashes. "First of all, Tobi is a pest. Second of all.. I... uhm.. whatever (Y/N), just go get some rest." He says in a tone that you cannot discern. It seemed as if his statement began with annoyance and ended with embarrassment. The whole vibe was mystifying, and not in a good way. You tried to shake off the disquiet, and obeyed your Senpai by heading back to the base. You couldn't help but feel a bit melancholic, seeing as how you didn't get the reaction you hoped for. Yes, it's a childish way of thinking, but that isn't important. Luckily, there wasn't a soul to be found at the base upon your return. A conversation is the last thing you wanted to have in your current state. You sauntered though the long granite corridor. You arrive at your room and walk straight through it and into the adjoining bathroom. As you bend over and unzip your ninja boots, your (h/l), (h/c) hair falls around your still flushed face. Inchmeal, you slide them off. Returning to an upright position, you begin peeling off your scanty, sweat-dampened bodycon dress, followed by the mini fishnet biker shorts from underneath, pulling your tiny v-string thong off with them. You finish by unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor, joining the rest of your discarded clothing. You turn the faucet and wait for the shower to heat up, which takes a minute since you like for the water to be scalding. As you wait, you pick up your dress and examine the material. It's so thin.. and it clings to my body in all the right ways. There's no way he didn't notice.. Finally, you step into the shower and follow your usual regimen, washing your hair, face, and the rest of your body, but you were so deep in thought that you stayed in there long after you were clean. You were still frustrated and disappointed about what happened less than two hours ago, but you couldn't shake the thought of how alluring Deidara looked during your training session. The way the sun made his sweat glisten on his broad shoulders, the way the rays reflected on his silky golden locks, the luminescent glow between his lips every time he cracked a smile. So fucking tantalizing... The thought became too much to handle. Your pussy was throbbing and practically begging to be caressed and pounded by him, but that was out of the question. What else can you do but take matters into your own hands? You bent over and placed one palm against the cold tile on the back of the shower while bending over and separating your legs. Using your other arm, you reached behind yourself. Your palm laid on your bum, giving your fingers a nice angle to slip into the hole of their choosing. Of course, you chose the more practical option. You plunged your middle and ring finger inside of yourself without hesitation. Slowly, you began pumping your fingers. The slow pace did not last long, because the thought of Deidara made you pump your fingers faster and harder, desperately trying to stimulate the sweetest spot. Fuck, I wish these were his fingers. I want.. no, I NEED one of the mouths on his palms to lick and suck my clit while he fucks me with his lanky fingers. Your knees weakened and buckled like a young fawn. Keeping the same position, you dropped to your knees and started fucking yourself even harder. You didn't bother trying to suppress the titillating melodies. Part of you was hoping he would return and hear your concupiscent moans and mewls. In an ideal world, he would come lend a hand.. A hand with lengthy fingers and a sultry tongue. What an infinite tsukuyomi dream it would be. You finally found that sweet oasis deep within yourself and pumped your fingers even faster than you form hand signs. "Fuck!!! Deidara-Senpaiiiii!!!!!" Your pleading moans echoed off the tile as you threw your head back and arched your back. At this point you had dropped so low that the back of your thighs were flush against your calves. You adjusted yourself. Your thighs were still against your calves, but now your back was straight. You brought the hand you were just fucking yourself with to your front. You rhythmically circled your clit with the same two fingers. Then you brought your hand from the shower wall to your breast, fondling and squeezing it. The cold tile left a chill on your palm, which added to the pleasure and stimulation of your nipple. It did not take long for the empty feeling to dishearten you. You fixed the problem by plunging your fingers back inside of yourself and pumping vigorously. You started bouncing and grinding your clit against your palm as if you were riding his cock. You were an absolute mess, but a beautiful one. The flush on your whole body, the way your wet hair clung to your skin, the sensually frustrated moans, groans, and whimpers. A look of sheer desperation was painted across your face, but no one needed to see your face to understand. One who is blind could easily discern the despair, because it was erupting from your lungs and echoing off the walls like a crash deep inside of a cavern. You felt your vagina tighten and pulsate around your fingers. The feeling built up until you were in a state of pure bliss. You threw your head back and whimpered at the sensation as you rode out your orgasm. *knock knock* "(Y/N)? You okay in there? " You froze In shock as the door swung open. You, as well as your inner monologue were speechless when you saw Deidara's seraphic face through the steam. The haze was almost opaque, so he hadn't the slightest clue where your fingers were. You couldn't decide if you were lucky for that or not. You jolted up, removing your fingers in the process. You mentally prepared to explain yourself when you noticed a familiar hue spread across his face as he threw his forearm in front of his eyes. "Sorry.. I just came to return your cloak. You forgot it at the training grounds, un." "Uhm... you could have hung it on the door...." you said in a monotone, trying not to show your embarrassment. "I heard you whimpering and thought something was wrong. I-Uh.. Just have Sasori no Danna heal the scape or whatever whenever you're decent." He said in a nervous tone before darting out of the bathroom, unintentionally slamming the door behind him. Scrape? I guess he thinks the reason for my whimpering is because I fell and skinned my knee on the tile or something. I was on the floor, after all. Whatever. If only he weren't so oblivious.. Maybe he would've joined me and given me what I've been yearning for. You get out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel. You look in the partially clouded mirror, admiring the afterglow of your orgasm. Am I just not attractive? I mean, I think I'm pretty, and Itachi-Sama tells me I'm beautiful all the time, but what if Deidara doesn't think I'm beautiful? Sasori-Sama is always calling me a work of art, but he and Deidara are always disagreeing on everything art-related. Maybe I should just give up. Maybe he wasn't blushing at the training grounds after all. I misinterpret everything. Why am I such a dumb bitch? Maybe sake is the dumb bitch juice Hidan was referring to, and maybe I really should lay off it.
