Dopi's fluffy tail wagged eagerly despite no attention being paid to him. It was merely the position that he was in and the repetitive up and down movement that he seemed to enjoy. He released a single sharp bark then patted his soft pink paws against the small of Sumire's back.

"No, Dopi I'm ticklish!"

"Don't wiggle around babe."

"Sorry!"

Her arms tightened around Hidan's broad chest and her cheek pressed into his shoulder blade. Thanks to his broad build, she wouldn't slip off of him while he did his push-ups, but having the dog on top of her back made it difficult not to move.

A low curse drifted out from beneath her.

"You can do it! Just ten more!" she encouraged with a gentle slap against his bare pectoral.

"Slave-driver." he hissed.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead then soaked into the black shag rug underneath him. His arms trembled as he lowered himself. His nose grazed the carpet, and he rose again, this time groaning as he did so.

"Nine!"

"Fuck."

"Go go go go!"

"At least get the dog off." he snapped.

"You've made it this far! You can finish it!"

He managed to lower himself again.

"Eight!"

"Fucking shit bitch fuck."

"Don't waste your air complaining. Next one!"

His arms twitched, and he collapsed.

"No!"

The stack of bodies landed with a thump. Hidan released another loud sound, this time laced with exhaustion.

"You made it to 92. You were so close."

She edged her way up his back to get a peek at his sweat-soaked face. Dopi leaped off her and trotted around the pair, yipping in excitement, but also pausing to jump at Hidan's outstretched arms.

"Go away dog," he mumbled.

"Don't be mean. He was helping."

He groaned in annoyance then rolled onto his back. She slipped off of him just before he did so and now climbed halfway onto his chest.

"You should thank him." she teased. "He's helping you tone those muscles."

He playfully flexed his arms only to let them drop loudly onto the carpet. She inched her way high enough so she could prop onto her elbows on either side of his head and plant a kiss on his chin. An immediate glaze set over his eyes and he was placing a large hand on her bottom.

"Pervert."

"Fuck yeah."

She yelped when his hand came down in a hard slap. The pain caused a tingle in her she wasn't completely adjusted to yet. Her cheeks were flushing, but she kissed him anyway. Something about the way he initiated these things made her ache a bit. She had always associated physical pain with trauma, but Hidan was slowly but surely teaching her its potential for pleasure.

"It's your damn fault."

"How is it my fault?" she snapped, gripping a lock of his grey hair and tugging it gently.

"Just thinking about you gives me a boner. How am I supposed to react when you're on top of me like this?"

"You're just obsessed with sex."

"No."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm obsessed with having sex with you, babe."

"You're so weird." she made a move to climb off him.

Neither was very intuitive about these things. Hidan didn't realize the intensity of the statement he made, and she refused to acknowledge anything that came out of his mouth as more than a joke. Hidan quickly rolled her, so she was on her back beneath him. He took both her wrists.

"You're not getting away that easy."

It was in these moments that she noticed how differently she reacted to him. He was not gripping her wrists so tight that he would leave bruises. In fact, he held them so gently she knew she could slip away from him with ease. Though she did not want to move away.

He was much stronger and much larger, but she understood that she could trust him.

It was strange to admit, but Hidan was a decent guy.

He tucked his knees beneath her thighs and spread them apart expertly. Her toes wiggled in the air as he ground his bulge against her abdomen. His lips brushed her ear and whispered dirty things. She squirmed, unable to deny the odd fluttery heat that filled her body with each passing phrase.

"This time Dopi can watch while I make you meow."

"Stop it."

"I think you like it when we get kinky."

"No, I don't."

"Give me one little 'nya,' and I'll let you go."

Her lips pouted, and she turned away from him.

"Just one."

"Liar." she hissed.

"Just one, I promise."

She shook her head.

"Guess you're just gonna stay right here then."

Her fingers clenched when he bit her neck. A bolt rushed straight downwards to between her warm thighs. Her vision went just a bit hazy. The feel of his tongue had her eyelids fluttering, her body was squirming again, and she moaned so softly:

"Nya~"

He grinned and rose off her.

"See I kept my promise."

Now she deeply regretted complying. She kicked her legs in frustration and her cheeks puffed.

"Let me guess. You're super horny now?"

She nodded.

"Then just say so babe." he laughed.

He hooked his fingers into her shorts and panties and pulled them away in one quick slide. He chuckled at the sight of her excitement but made no further comment.

"Wait here. I'll get a condom." Hidan hopped up and was only a few feet away when he added. "Don't let Dopi lick you out while I'm gone. That's my job."

"Ew!" she grabbed a pillow from the floor and tossed it at his head.

Luckily for them, the dog had gone into the kitchen for a nap. Dopi was quite exhausted from the exercise, after all. She waited patiently for Hidan, staring at the ceiling while thinking of nothing in particular. The man returned a few moments later with nothing on, a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs in one hand, and a wrapped condom in the other.

"Hey, watch this?"

He planted both feet on either side of her legs and put his hands on his hips. Her eyes drifted to his torso then down to the organ he was repeatedly flexing up and down. She covered her eyes then groaned:

"I hate you so much."

"You're not watching!"

"Get away from me."

She pulled her legs up to her chest, and he dropped to his knees. His hands grabbed her ankles and pushed them apart.

"You don't hate this dick."

"I hate what's attached to it." she hissed.

When he climbed over her, he kissed her once. These were the kisses she like most. They were slow, light, and incredibly tender that they initiated tiny ripples of warmth in her core. He set his cuffs and condom aside so he could push both hands up her tank top.

"God I love these things."

"Why?"

She didn't react much to his pinches.

"Tits are just amazing."

He unveiled them quickly and dropped his head. She winced when he nibbled her, but Sumire wasn't extremely sensitive there. When he lifted his head he said:

"I want you on top."

"Why?" she whined.

"It's your turn to get a workout."

She pouted. Even as Hidan grabbed each of her wrists and secured the handcuffs around them.

"Not too tight?"

"No," her pout remained. "How am I supposed to be on top like this, huh?"

"You remember our safe word?"

"Wasabi!" she chirped, a different sort of excitement filled her.

"I want to be a little rougher today, babe. Would you be okay with calling me 'goshujin-sama'?"

"Yeah, that's okay," she sat up, pushing him into a criss-cross position, then sat in his lap.

Her hands playfully patted his chest, clicking the metal rings on the cuffs repeatedly.

"I'm gonna be telling you what to do. And also… I might demand you suck my dick. While you're down there just hold up three fingers if you want to stop, okay?"

"Okay. Just don't slap my face, please. That's probably the worst for me."

"Alright."

"And don't kick or punch or anything more than just open palm and not too hard."

"Just enough to sting, but not enough for a mark, right?"

She nodded. They kissed.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"I know you get excited, but don't call me a slut okay."

"Bitch?"

She shook her head.

"We need a nickname then."

"Definitely not short-shit."

"Yeah. And snack-size is my regular name for you."

He crossed his legs under her, and she stretched her legs out. His arms wrapped around her and they cuddled as they both thought about it.

"Think of anything?" she asked after a minute.

"I was thinking pussy, but I can't be calling you pussy and talking about you're pussy. That's confusing."

She giggled. As she swayed in his lap a thought suddenly popped into her heard:

"What if you actually call me by my name?"

"Your name?"

"Un."

"Sumire."

"Un!"

"Your name is too cute."

Her pout returned. But he leaned close and said in a lower voice:

"But it just might work, Sumire."

He grinned when she shivered.

"If you get scared or don't like what I'm doing. Just say our safe word, and I'll stop."

She nodded.

"I know you might get scared that I'll get mad if you try to stop me." He cupped her face and nipped at her little nose.

She squeaked and pecked him.

"I won't. I promise. But I'll keep checking in. So don't get annoyed." he continued.

These were the conversations that made her chest feel incredibly warm.

"Thank you."

"You ready?"

Those tiny hands touched his cheeks, and she kissed him hard, grinding her hips against his and making him groan.

"Hai!" she called out when they parted.

This word was cut off by a sudden smack against her thigh, followed by a tight grip. She yelped but quickly bit her lip. The glistening lavender in his eyes changed when they were half-lidded.

"The only thing I want to hear out of that fucking mouth is, hai goshujin-sama."

She nodded. His hand came down again on the already reddened skin. She cried out louder, this time her body reacted with a leap and tremors.

"Hai, goshujin-sama!" she moaned.

His excited grin disappeared against a heated kiss. A large muscle forced its way between her lips and mercilessly curled against her much smaller tongue.

This was natural with Hidan. A few touches and her insides were aching, heat radiated from between her legs near his still fully swollen self. Their conversation only helped to arouse her. She wanted to skip all of the foreplay and hop on what was pressing to her lower abdomen, but she knew if she tried he would change the course of the session and deny her entirely until the very last moment.

He gripped a handful of her dark hair and leaned back.

"You know what I want in your mouth now." he pushed a thumb past her lips to keep her mouth open.

She repeated 'Hai goshujin-sama,' but it was muddled by the thumb bearing down on her tongue.

"Get to work."

Just the sight of her leaning down and bringing her face close to him sent warm waves through his body, followed by the image and faint feel of his tip brushing her slightly chubby cheek, had him biting his lip. Hidan loved this, it was his second favorite activity, but it was a rare occurrence. He didn't often ask, because he had a hunch that this was one of the most difficult things for her when it came to sex.

How many times had her abuser forced her to do this? He didn't know, because he was terrible at asking about intimate details concerning her past. But he prepared and discussed it with her enough if she weren't able to do she would have told him. He deliberately showed her time and time again, that he wouldn't do something if she were against it. It did cross his mind that she was pushing herself too much just to appease him, but it was quite the opposite. Their past conversations had been more extended, more in-depth about what she didn't want to hear from him and he remembered them all diligently. Even though the discussion leading up to this session was quick, it was a reconfirmation of all they'd discussed before. He was going to stand by it, no matter how cloudy his mind became.

Sumire was excited to do this because she trusted him. Dominance wrapped in consent, dominance enveloped in safety, and dominance with the necessary precept of trust was an extreme turn on for her.

Her tiny pink tongue darted out against his tip while her little fingers clasped around the base. Her lips clamped around him with an eccentric little hum, like a child latching onto a lollipop.

"Fuck." he breathed it out low.

Though she was only able to take a few inches. Her head bobbed along the length that was actually quite difficult for her to push any further.

I feel like my lips are stretching. He's so huge.

"God, you look so sexy with my cock in your mouth Sumire."

Her face flushed and she moved with increased fervor.

Hidan cursed again, louder this time.

"Look at me."

Those sparkling dark eyes awakened the beast within him. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed down while raising his hips simultaneously. She made a garbled sound around him, the vibrations of which pulled a moan from him.

She can't get any sexier.

Hidan kept at it, indulging in the feel of this part of her was too much to completely hold back. He could feel her teeth grazing him, his tip hitting the back of her throat.

Sumire couldn't handle this much at this time. Her hand patted his thigh, it took her another moment to recall their sign, and she held up three fingers. His grip in her hair loosened and he gently slipped his length from between her lips. Sumire coughed and wiped her mouth.

"You okay, babe?"

"My jaw is starting to hurt."

He cupped her chin.

"Sorry, I got too excited."

"I have a small mouth you know. I can barely fit you in any way."

His face reddened with pride and he planted a loving kiss on her pursed lips.

"Do you want to keep going?"

"Not with that, okay?"

"Yeah, it's cool. Especially if your jaw is hurting."

Their next few moments were spent nuzzling and kissing. This moment was precisely the reason she tried new things with Hidan.

He continued:

"I still want you to ride me, babe."

"Hai! Goshujin-sama!"

Hidan stretched out on the carpet. She unwrapped the condom and rolled it down his length. Just as she was told, she climbed on top of him and lowered her hips until he disappeared within her. A muffled, pitchy little cry released from her and her body quivered from the sensation of being filled.

Every single time, it feels so overwhelming. He's so big.

"Ne, Goshujin-sama, can I, can I move?"

"You want it that badly, Sumire?"

"Yes. Please. Goshujin-sama." she gasped.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to bounce up and down on Goshujin-sama's big cock! I want to feel Goshujin-sama's cock thrusting inside my pussy!"

Hidan couldn't withhold a loud, aroused groan. He caught the sound of cuffs clinking as her hands pressed against his abdomen. Though he adored the torture, he didn't want to deny her anything now.

"Fuckin do it, baby!"

Perhaps their roleplaying had weakened a bit, but the heightened state of excitement hadn't diminished in the slightest.

Even with just a few raises and drops of her hips, her eyes were rolling back. The friction had her trembling, each short stroke sent the most pleasurable of tingles outwards through her limbs.

The words that flowed freely from her open mouth were mixed with wanton cries of ecstasy. She repeatedly thanked her "Goshujin-sama" for rewarding her, moaned that she only wanted him, that she would behave for eternity if it meant she could always have this.

He wasn't expecting a thing. His eyes bulged out of his head, he could barely process each passing phrase, but it caused his body to jerk upwards into her out of sheer desire. The frantic meeting escalated their temperatures, quicker than either would have thought if either could think clearly.

Her release started with a scream, his with a curse. And moments later they returned to a collapsed heap of exhausted bodies. Both were panting hard. They descended from their euphoria and Hidan started undoing the fluffy pink handcuffs. He tossed them aside with a huff and let his arms drop onto the carpet again.

From a few feet, away Sumire heard her phone sounding with a notification. She rolled off of Hidan and crawled over to check it.

"Oh, crap,"

"What?"

"We're supposed to meet my friend today."

"What time?"

"In an hour."

"Shit."

"Let's get ready, hurry!"

"Alright, alright."

Both climbed to their feet. Just as Sumire was going to rush to the bathroom, Hidan caught her arm. He tugged her back to him and kissed her hard.

"Mmm," she rose into it a bit, then leaned away. "What?"

"You're the best, snack-size."

She giggled.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you."

"You're the best."

She pecked him, then wiggled from his grip toward the restroom to prepare.

Asami Meets the Couple

Sumire entered the cafe with Hidan following behind her. His chin swept from one side to the other as he examined their surroundings like a dog coming to a new environment.

Oh my god, she's with the meathead. Oh no. Sumire what are you doing? I thought you hated him.

Asami hopped up from her seat with her usual amount of enthusiasm. She clasped Sumire in a tight embrace and swayed left and right.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried about you."

When she leaned back, she addressed the burly man standing behind her short friend. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was just a bit too tight and showed off his muscles. Covering his legs were a classic pair of jeans secured to his waist by a brown belt. His hands were tucked into those pockets, and he was still looking around at the ceiling and various parts of the room.

I mean he's sexy as hell, he's got muscles for days, but I explicitly recall her saying she hated him.

"Hello there," Asami spoke to him.

"Yo."

"Hidan this is Asami. Asami this is Hidan."

"So you're the one taking care of my Sumire?" Asami started.

That snarky grin appeared on his face:

"Oh yeah, I'm taking good care of her."

"Hey!" Sumire spun around and prodded his chest with an accusing finger. "You promised to behave."

"I am."

"You watch it!"

"I will. I will."

Asami watched this back and forth closely. She could see a dynamic. This was different from Sumire's relationship with Hisashi. He called all of the shots and whenever he said something she wouldn't dare argue or raise her voice. Sumire's lips clamped shut, and she obeyed with an expression of pain.

With this man she could see, she wasn't afraid to talk back. She wasn't afraid to demand things from him and by his reaction he made at least a slight effort to meet those demands.

It's an improvement, but…

"So what are we eating? What kind of restaurant is this?" Hidan asked.

"Come to my table!" Asami waved them dramatically over.

Hidan eyed her suspiciously and plopped himself in a chair. Sumire sat beside him, and Asami sat across.

"So you work at the concert hall, Hidan?"

"Yeah."

"What's your position?"

"Stage crew."

"What is it that you do exactly?"

Asami rested her elbows on the table and hid her chin behind her fanned out fingers. Like a supervillain, she twiddled her fingertips as she asked her questions. Hidan wasn't paying much attention to her as he was reading the short menu.

"Salads?" he groaned lowly.

Sumire slapped his wrist.

"Don't be rude to my friend. She's asking you a question."

He looked up. When those lavender eyes met Asami's, she recognized simplicity. This wasn't a man capable of manipulating and controlling people in the way Hisashi had. No, this was a simple-minded man with a short attention span.

"It's okay Sumire," Asami said, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "We can talk in more detail after we get our food."

"All they got are salads." Hidan hissed.

Sumire took the menu from his hands and read it thoroughly. He was the type to get frustrated easily, and she often intervened before he became a handful.

"Look, there's a hamburger meal right here." Sumire pointed at the menu.

He glared at where her finger pressed and read through that item alone.

"It comes with a salad though."

"I'll eat the salad."

"Okay."

Oh my god, it's like he's five. Sumire what the fuck.

"And then I'll have…"

Hidan's arm hooked over her shoulders. He stared directly at her as she read through the menu with herself in mind. Asami studied these two intensely. The first instant she saw trouble she was going to call it out. Asami was the kind of woman who pushed herself into others lives out of concern.

"Coffee and some soup."

"You drink too much coffee."

"You talk too much."

That large grin appeared on his face again.

Huh. So he doesn't get mad, he actually likes it when she talks back to him. Hmm, I sense someone who is a bit of a…

"Are you all ready to order?"

"Oh yes!"

The waitress left as quickly as she arrived and Asami attempted to continue her previous conversation, but the man across from her was messing with Sumire's hair.

"Stop it."

"Why?"

"You're rude."

"But you're too cute."

Again that grin appeared. Oh no. He doesn't stop. If he doesn't stop with just this, then that means he never stops. Damn it Sumire. Asami looked up when Sumire spoke again.

"Hidan."

He straightened a bit.

"That's enough."

The intensity of those dark eyes made him sigh:

"Hai. Hai."

His arm slipped off, and he sat back. So, maybe he does listen? But it takes her a few tries. That's not exactly good. Sumire needs to be with someone who will listen to her the first time. This is a breeding ground for another bad relationship. I should try to talk to her soon.

"Hidan-san, what are your intentions with my precious Sumire? Hmm?"

He snatched up his complimentary cup of water and took a large gulp.

"What?"

"What are your intentions?"

"In- what?"

Sumire looked at him.

"Intentions. Like what do you plan to do? What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do with you?"

"Yes,"

She watched the leer form, and she reached up and pinched his cheek.

"Don't you dare."

Asami's expression transformed from abated excitement to gawk. He's a beefcake, and he's got a dirty mind. Sumire you hit the jackpot, but also he needs to chill a bit. Save that mess for the bedroom buddy!

His arm hooked around Sumire's head, and he poked her cheek.

"I'm gonna watch over and protect her from that asshole Hisashi, and any other guy that thinks they can just do whatever they want to her." his arm wrapped tighter, and he pointed at himself with his thumb. "I'm the only guy that can mess with snack-size."

Their food arrived.

"If I hear," Asami picked up her fork and held the prongs out in his direction. "that you hurt her or you do anything to make her upset."

She stabbed her utensil into the bed of lettuce then motioned her words with her hand:

"I'm gonna twist off those balls of yours."

She expected him to roll his eyes or maybe shrink just a little, but instead, a tongue brushed along his lips.

"Can I ask her?"

"No. Absolutely not." Sumire snapped.

"Ask me what?"

Sumire vigorously shook her head. Don't encourage him!

"I wanted to know…"

Sumire reached up to cover his mouth, but he caught her tiny wrist.

"If you'd be into joining us in our next…"

"Hidan!"

"Are you asking for a threesome?" Asami's eyes widened.

Sumire let her face hit the table. I should have never agreed to let them meet. She knew that her friend, being who she was, would seriously consider the offer. As she lifted her head, she confirmed that Asami was in a very pensive pose. She even hummed to herself as though she imagined it. After a few more moments of contemplation she said:

"Maybe."