Little Bird

Did someone order more DeiTen? No? Maybe? Yes?

Continuing to spread the word of DeiTen in smut form. Another oneshot from FF.net. This one is a little less...light on the smut than my last one. Hope you like it anyway.

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Tenten never realized that such a feeling could possibly live dormant inside of her for so long. She was terrified of what Deidara was doing to her because she knew she’d only want more, to go farther for the sake of a more intimate and satisfying touch. Every kiss, every lick, every brush of bare skin pushed her a little more into a chasm of sheer animal desire. Tenten was battling with herself, and Deidara could sense it. He grinned, knowing that despite her stubborn constitution she was quickly yielding to his control. With a few more kisses and strategically executed caresses, he’d have her right where he wanted her. It was as if she had strings attached to each limb, the ends tied to his fingers. Perhaps Sasori’s obsession with puppets wasn’t as absurd as he once thought.

“Relax, little bird. Just enjoy it, hmm,” Deidara purred into Tenten’s ear, placing a kiss on her neck.

Tenten let out a long breath and loosened her spine, but instinctively tensed up again when she felt Deidara’s hand sliding down her stomach. It felt strange to have someone else touch her down there. Electricity filled her veins when Deidara’s hand slipped beneath the thin fabric of her underwear. She shivered when she felt a finger gently nudge into her body and nearly cried out when she felt something wet rub against the sensitive little nub of flesh that ached greedily for attention.

Deidara held Tenten against him so his erection would press into her lower back, making her unable to ignore it. She squirmed against his pelvis, the movements making him become even more painfully stiff. He kept one arm wrapped around Tenten’s ribs as if to keep her from escaping as he quickened the pace, pushing in a little harder each time. Tenten forced herself to relax, easing her quivering body. Deidara took advantage of the moment of her stillness and sucked on the side of her neck like a hungry leech, drinking in the salty flavor of her perspiring skin. He darkly muttered something about how tight she was and how he wanted to be inside of her.

Tenten whimpered when she realized she was becoming overwhelmed by every single movement Deidara made, no matter how rough or gentle. The more he touched her and kissed her, the stronger her senses became, sending every bit of stimulation racing down her nerves into her lower abdomen. Half of her hated him fervently for making her body betray her conscience, while the other half, her more primal half, loved him for what he was doing. It was to be expected for a rogue to bring out the worst in her and render her powerless against it. All she could do was throw her head back against Deidara’s shoulder and moan his name as her entire body tensed for a piercing moment, then released the pent up sexual energy in a wave of tingles.

Deidara’s ministrations suddenly became too much, and Tenten hastily pulled away from his touch. Deidara grinned knowingly against Tenten’s neck and snickered, pulling his hand out from between her legs. He took the opportunity to lick his middle and index fingers clean of the thick juice that coated them, briefly savoring the taste of Tenten’s orgasm. He relished in the feeling of her soft body against his, fragile and yielding, so unlike a kunoichi and more like a girl. The soft rhythm of her muted panting as she recovered from the exhilarating high was like a gentle melody that congratulated him on a job well done.

Tenten had her head resting against Deidara’s chest, her limbs curled up underneath her in the manner of a small child. She wasn’t sure if she should kiss him and rip off his clothes or try to kill him. She was so confused she felt like crying; things had just become more complicated for her. There was only one way to deal with it right now, and she may regret it later.

Tenten grabbed a handful of Deidara’s black cloak and winced until an overwhelming emotion was shoved into the pit of her stomach. After the initial shock, she could feel her wonton craving rise to the surface again, comforting her in a forbidden way like a drug. Her duties as well as Deidara’s criminal status were clouded over by a strong, carnal thirst. Right now Deidara was just a male, someone that made her toes curl with delight, the thing she needed to scratch a hard-to-reach itch just the right way. She was now more than willing to face any consequences that came afterward in exchange for another sexual trip. Her hormones had finally taken over her mind and devoured it, leaving no thoughts behind. She was completely relying on her deepest instincts to get her through this.

Deidara raised his eyebrows in mild surprise when Tenten pulled herself up to cover his lips with hers, eyes dark with lust as she violently shoved her tongue in his mouth. Deidara realized he had awakened something within her, and in the back of his mind he was a little concerned that he might lose control over it. All he could do was just go with it and try not to noticeably grimace when Tenten’s nails left red lines on his neck and shoulders.

It seemed as if Tenten wasn’t really sure where to put her hands at first. They were going from being tangled in his hair, to slipping under his shirt and up his back, to daringly traveling lower to knead his arousal. What really shocked Deidara is when Tenten guided his hand with hers from underneath her left breast, down her stomach, to in between her parted thighs. She was warm and soaked. Tenten grinned like a cat that had caught its prey when Deidara gladly obliged to slide a finger inside of her once again. She pulled him close by the collar of his cloak until the metal of their hitai-ate were resting against each other and smirked roguishly. She was unwavering when she held his gaze in her predatory dark brown stare. Face and voice drunk with bestial want, Tenten purred, “Once more, little bird.”