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“Do you have a death wish?” the shark-like man at your side asked you with an exasperated huff. He slid his fingers into his hair, the dark strands mussed up from your own fingers only moments before.
“I’m quite sane actually,” you informed him with a cheeky grin. You shifted on the bed, letting your head fall back onto your pillow.
Granted, to fit in with the Akatsuki you couldn’t exactly be sane. It was your own insanity that had earned you the status as an S-rank criminal. It had been your insanity that had driven you into the ranks of the organization.
But it had been your humor and wit that had attracted Kisame to you. Or, at least, that’s what he tells you, repeatedly. Though, he attributed your attraction to him to your insanity as well.
“Do you see how sharp these teeth are, my love?” he asked, snapping said teeth near your face.
You had never really paid much attention to how pointed they were before—though you knew that it was the first physical attribute that most people noticed when they saw him. That and his blue skin.
The first thing you had noticed when you met him had been his size. He towered over you and his sheer mass made you feel so incredibly small. The first time he had tugged you into his arms to pull you away from a stray bomb of Deidara’s making, you had been in awe over how secure you felt. Which is why you made a point to continue to be wrapped up in his arms ever since.
“Come on, Kisa, it’s not that much different from all of the times that you’ve kissed me.”
“Pretty sure that your mouth isn’t as sensitive as your—”
“Why are you arguing with me about this again?” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.
The bed creaked underneath his weight. He straddled your body, his knees carefully digging into the mattress on either side of your waist. He lowered his forehead against yours, his eyes narrowing with serious intent. “Because I don’t want to do anything that will cause you harm.”
You rested your hand on the back of his neck, letting your fingertips play with the ends of his hair softly. You smiled and batted your eyelashes up at him. “You know what will cause me great harm?”
“What?” he asked seriously, pulling back away to look over your face carefully. His eyebrows scrunched together in worry.
You knew that look. It was the look he always made when he thought that he did something wrong. The same look he made when he was worried that he had hurt you—you had seen it too often when the two of you had been in the throes of passion.
You parted your legs further across the bed and looked up at him through lowered lashes. “If you don’t go down on me with that beautiful mouth of yours, it’ll cause me such horrific harm.”
An abrupt laugh burst from his mouth. He shook his head incredulously at you. “You’re incorrigible, woman.”
“Only for you.”
Kisame chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “You really want this?”
“Haven’t I made that clear enough?”
You knew he was self-conscious about the way he looked and the different physical features that he had from you and the others. But you thought that after the last few months that you had been together that he would have realized that you loved and accepted him for who he was—and that included those beautiful sharp canines of his.
Kisame slowly lowered himself towards you, capturing your lips with his. You eagerly returned his kiss, tilting your head up towards him to deepen the kiss. His mouth parted and his tongue darted out, brushing against the seam between your lips softly. You allowed him access, your own tongue joining his. You ran your tongue along the side of his before darting passed the muscle and into his mouth. Your tongue ran alongside his teeth, caressing the pointed tips ever so carefully.
You wanted him to know just how much you trusted him, how much he didn’t—couldn’t—scare you. Kisame chuckled into your parted lips. He pulled back away from your kiss, an amused grin across his face. “You don’t have to do that. Message received, loud and clear.”
You bucked your hips up at the man with a smirk. “Then get to it.”
“When did you get so mouthy?” he laughed.
“I’ve always been like this,” you informed him.
He shook his head at you slowly. His strong hands grabbed hold of your hips. He lifted them up and slid a pillow underneath them to prop you up properly. He tugged at the waistband of your sleep shorts and pulled them down the length of your legs. He pressed kisses to the tops of your now exposed thighs appreciatively.
You hummed happily, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him. There was something about a large and beautiful man hunched over your body with complete adoration.
You loved this man.
Kisame tossed the pajamas aimlessly onto the ground. He spread your legs further, his eyes fixed on the apex of your thighs. “Soaking through your panties already?”
“Can you blame me?” you whined out.
“Yes, actually.”
You kicked him lately with the back of your ankle. Kisame caught your foot as you withdrew it, his eyes narrowing with predatory intent. “Watch it.”
“I know something I’d like to watch,” you teased.
“Incorrigible woman.”
Kisame kissed over the top of your thigh, nipping lightly at the waistband of your underwear. His teeth lightly grazed against your sensitive skin. The sensation sent a violent shudder down your back.
Yes, the two of you had had sex multiple times before. You had been wrapped up in each other’s arms more times than you could count. But there was something intimate about the way that his face lowered against your underwear that had you shuddering against his touch.
He tugged your underwear off, tossing it to the floor beside your shorts. He pressed a soft kiss against your inner thigh before looking up at you. He called out your name quietly, the sound of your name falling from his lips sounding so much sweeter than it ever had before.
“You’ll tell me if I accidentally hurt you, won’t you?”
“You’re not going to—”
“Promise me that you’ll tell me.”
You sighed at him. “I promise, Kisa.”
“Good.”
Kisame smiled and dipped his head back down, kissing softly against the spot where your inner thigh met your dripping cunt. You slid your fingers into his hair and took a deep breath, waiting quite impatiently for his touch.
He sucked lightly at the spot he had kissed. He lightly trailed kisses alongside the top of your mound, keeping his lips away from the spot you wanted him the most. You bucked your hips up at him impatiently, groaning quietly at his teasing. He slid your legs over his shoulders, giving himself better access to you. And then he lowered his head once again.
You didn’t think there was anything quite as beautiful as he was in between your legs. His skin stood out so beautifully against yours. His soft hair brushed against your skin enticingly. His lips moved ever so carefully across your thighs, his mouth never parting.
“Kisa,” you called out weakly, giving his hair a soft tug.
“I know, sweetheart.” He chuckled softly at your neediness.
His mouth moved over your inner thigh once more, but instead of moving onto the other thigh, he allowed his lips to brush against your wet slit. His tongue darted out, gathering your slick from your entrance and trailing it up and over your swollen clit.
Your toes curled tightly as he finally brought you the pleasure you so desired. His tongue circled around your sensitive nub without any real rhythm. His speed differed with each circle, never allowing you to get used to the motion.
His hands slid back underneath you, two fingers sliding over your slit right beneath his tongue. He played with your entrance, stretching out your wet hole. His two fingers were nothing compared to the girth between his thighs, but the pleasurable sensation of being filled by him combined with his devoted mouth sucking at your most sensitive spot had your stomach tightening within moments.
You gasped out his name, tugging on his hair harshly. Just as quickly as he had slid them inside of you, Kisame removed his fingers from your cunt. He grabbed hold of your hips and in one fluid motion flipped the two of you around. He landed with his head on your pillow. He tightened his grip on you and tugged you eagerly up onto his face.
You straddled his head, taking tight hold of the top of your headboard. You closed your eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths, not at all mentally prepared for the way you knew he would wreck you.
“So pretty sitting on my face,” he mused. He slid his hands back to grip your ass cheeks in his large hands. He propelled you towards him just as you rolled your hips forward. His tongue lapped lazily at your slit, catching against your clit with every harsh roll of your hips.
His dark eyes gaze up at you between your legs, so wide with love and care as he attended to your needs.
You bucked down against his mouth eagerly, a loud moan falling from your own lips. Your sudden movements had his teeth grazing lightly against your clit, the pleasure shooting throughout your body instantaneous. His tongue flicked back down and buried it inside of you. Your clit brushed against his nose with each roll of your hips, bringing you closer and closer to the climax you so desperately wished for.
When his tongue slipped back out of your entrance and over your clit, drawing the bud right into his mouth and giving it a harsh suck, the pressure in your stomach tightened and crested, your orgasm rolling through you in waves. You shouted out his name and bucked wildly against his face, tightening your grip on the headboard. The wood splintered underneath your grip, the headboard itself banging furiously against the wall with every roll of your hips.
Kisame only lapped at you, letting you ride out your orgasm at your own pace. As you began to come down from your high, your body began to relax against him. You took deep breaths, resting your forehead against the headboard.
Your lover slowly lifted you off of his face and put you down beside him. You peaked up at him as he slid the blanket up on top of you. His face glistened with your slick, making his shark-like features look even more foreign than usual.
“You look—”
“Like I want to do that again?” he suggested with a grin.
“Incorrigible man.”