A/N: Okay guys, so this is what I'm going to call "accidental smut". I had every intention of fading to black for this scene, but suddenly I had almost 4000 words. Not really sure what happened. I figure I'll just post it as its own chapter like this so people can skip over it if they want.

Content Warning: This chapter is pure smut.

Hidan and I were a lump of entwined limbs and body parts come morning, my nose nestled firmly beneath his strong jaw as I came to consciousness with a nuzzling sniffle against him.

My thoughts–while foggy and scattered for the most part–were pretty focused on the full-body warmth and comfort of waking up on him like that.

There were some vague notions of embarrassment, my meltdowns and all, and I'd give that more thought later because it was obvious I needed to get my act together. But for the moment I was enjoying feeling like a giant sticker that would take some serious effort to peel off Hidan.

The only thing I wanted to change was my current status of: buck freaking naked.

In the moment I wasn't so concerned with that kind of thing, but my modest tendencies seemed to return after a good night's rest.

Damn shame.

There was a very faint soreness between my legs that reminded me it was all real, and as I awkwardly rolled out of Hidan's grip and stood looking around the room, I came to one conclusion–he did not wear enough clothes.

"What's wrong, baby? Come back to bed," Hidan grumbled, cracking open a bleary eye.

"You know what? This really isn't fair." I was annoyed. I was ready to write a sternly worded letter. I would have, too, if only I knew who to give it to.

"Mm'what's that?"

"In all the books, the girl steals the guy's shirt to wear. It's all baggy and stuff on her, all comfy, you know? But you don't wear shirts," I pouted, rubbing my shoulders from the cold, but also in part to cover myself up.

"Mm… I see… I'll get some then…. Come here, sexy lady…"

I pursed my lips, squinting down at the adorably sleepy brute. "You're just saying that to appease me and trick me back into bed."

"Nope… come back to bed now, sweetheart," Hidan insisted with a yawn, blindly pawing at me and catching my wrist.

He was annoying but I couldn't help but do as he said, even with his groggy half-asleep state. I crawled back into his warmth.

"There she is," Hidan mumbled, pulling me into him and sleepily planting kisses into my mess of hair. "Mm, my girl."

He was the cutest. The most sincere, sweetest asshole I'd ever met. I returned the kisses in kind, spoiling his chest with them before nuzzling in.

"God… I could get used to this," Hidan whispered, pulling me tight against him, practically squeezing the butterflies right out of my belly.

"How're you feeling this morning, sweetheart?" His hands were all over me in true Hidan fashion, rubbing down my back, gliding over my bottom, his fingers finding and gently tapping against my mound from behind. "Feeling okay?"

I'd felt warm against him before, but the small, sweet little pats spiked even more heat through me. I breathed out heavily, relishing the comfort of being so wrapped in him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Only a tiny sore, but it's not… not a bad sore."

"Sore?" Hidan questioned, and despite my face crushed into his chest, I could hear the disapproval in his voice.

I giggled, "yes, but it's fine. More than fine."

"Mm, need me to kiss it and make it better?" Hidan asked, his hand still notably resting between my legs, fingers now nestling their way between to stroke gently at my wetness.

His name fell out of me with a surprised, needy breath and I clung to him.

"Sounds like a 'yes' to me..." His voice was rough and whispered in my ear, and in a blink he was shifting, his face between my legs to make good on that kiss.

"God, so swollen for me all over again, baby," he noted, and not without heady approval and a mystified look as he appraised it with his fingers, rubbing it softly as if to comfort my pulsing want with the promise of release.

The arch of my back–violent and pitched–jolted through me repeatedly. I couldn't stop that any more than I could stifle the gasping noises huffing out of me.

His mouth performed miracles, the way it knew when to suck, when to lap, when to flatten against me and pull a long stripe up my entire slit–that one sent my body to practically convulse.

No matter though, Hidan seemed happy to restrain it.

He encouraged me to lay still and take it, holding down my soft lower abdomen with splayed hands, forcing the halt of my bucking hips. His tongue flicked over that oversensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly–breaking only to hush me, promise me that if I could handle it, it would be worth it.

Hidan was an amazingly talented man on many levels, but this particular skill of his ranked pretty high. If my sweet spot was a cherry stem tied tight into a knot, then he was the guy that could undo it with his tongue alone–quickly, with a smile. And he did.

I was so delirious with ecstasy that I barely recognized I was being moved. Hidan drew away and hooked his hands beneath my knees, pushing them back and spreading me open with a string of whispered curses.

I'd never get sick of the way those silvery lashes cast dangerous shadows over his eyes–darkened them in such a way that left me breathless in knowing his intentions exactly.

"Baby girl…" he trailed off, gazing down at me with those starving eyes, clearly thinking of all the ways he could get his fill. And fill was very much the right word. I could tell by the way his erection twitched that's what he wanted to do–fill me.

Stuff me to the hilt, push so deep until our bodies met flush against one another. And even then, jolt just a little deeper. Threaten the integrity of my insides and maybe even my sanity.

I got all of that from his eyes alone. As I mentioned, he was an amazingly talented man.

Hidan's gaze finally broke from the very inviting space between my legs, flitting to my face. I didn't think his eyes could darken any more, but there he was, proving me to be rather presumptuous, and better yet, wrong.

"Are you too sore for this, sweetheart?" he asked as I laid flat on my back looking up at him helplessly, his somehow angelic face framed between my limp legs being pinned in the air.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head, filled with the sudden and absolute need for him, and I told him as much in a stuttered, desperate way.

"Mm, fuck…" Hidan groaned and let his head tip back at the sound of my begging.

I had a feeling he'd enjoy that, but seeing his reaction was always better than how I'd imagined it. He was so unprocessed, every scrape of air hissing from his throat came from a place of undeniable lust and affection.

It seemed endless. I'd never felt so wanted, so needed–so loved–in my life. Something about that made my heart swell so impossibly large, and I needed him. Needed him more than anything.

I reached out with a whine and he tilted his head, grabbed my hand, bent down to kiss along the knuckles like promises to take care of me.

"Love that my girl needs this cock," Hidan murmured, pushing his hips forward so his length rested right on top of me. "What do you want me to do with it, baby?" He asked, grip tightening and spreading me wider, making me feel emptier than ever.

He slid forward with a slow push of his hips, hitting against my bud, all pink and engorged from his mouth sucking on it so relentlessly.

"I want…" I began, my brain feeling overheated and foggy. He pushed his jaw forward in an encouraging nod. "Want y-you to… put… put it in?"

Hidan smiled, and God it was a beautiful one. "Aw, come on sweetheart, I know you can do better than that," he coaxed, letting my leg rest in the crook of his neck so he could grab his length.

I couldn't help but gasp as he slapped it repeatedly against my clit, rubbing the slickness dripping out of him all over it.

"I… I d-don't…" I didn't know what he wanted from me. God, I was so bad at this.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he comforted, "just ask me to fuck you baby. Be sweet about it, my polite girl."

Oh god. I couldn't do that. That would sound really weird coming from me.

"Hidan…" I whined, urging my hips up, pushing my hole against the crown of him and my god he almost let it happen. He dipped it inside for the briefest of seconds before pulling back out.

"Come on," he insisted patiently. "I want to give this to you, sweetheart, but you gotta tell me what you want me to do to you. Ask me nicely. Ask me to fuck you, baby."

"Hidan please… I want you… you to f–" I shook my head, it felt so weird. "Please... Please just show me you love me, Hidan?" I pleaded, feeling like I was going to melt right out of my skin if he didn't just take me.

His face did something so sweet and adoring, brows lifting as a soft little 'oh' fell from his lips. "Oh, sweetheart. God, you play fucking dirty, like I could say no to that."

He sank into me, slow and deliberate, watching me closely as my eyes fought to stay on him and not the inside of my skull.

"Shhh," he warned, stretching me even further still. "Kakuzu is coming down the hall right now. Better be quiet if you don't want him to hear."

"What?" I hissed in a half-whisper half-moan, and he smirked, starting to pump.

"No, no, no, Hidan," I begged with a squeak, barely audible as he picked up the pace. "I won't b-be able to be–"

"Shhh," he cut me off, bringing a finger to his upturned lips with a slow shake of his head, not letting up in his rhythm.

There was a knock at the door.

This was how I'd die, I just knew it.

"We don't need room service!" Hidan called out, as if he hadn't already felt Kakuzu's chakra down the hall, as if he didn't know exactly who that was.

"Hidan, you idiot, it's me," Kakuzu said, muffled in his annoyance. "You both better be ready to go. It's late."

Hidan's disheveled hair was falling into his face more and more with each thrust and holy hell did it look good on him. He stared down at me like he was thinking about what Kakuzu had to say, that smug, pleased look about the entire situation still plastered all over his flushed face.

Mine was much worse, as confirmed by the mirror with a toss of my head. It was also incredibly sexy to watch what we looked like from that lens, both of us bathed in the warm morning glow. Me being so small and pliant in his grip as he forced me open, plunging into me with very controlled, rolling hips.

I really was dying. My hands clasped tight over my mouth and my watery eyes begging for Hidan to stop, but at the same time…

Please don't stop, and maybe you could even go a little harder…

That spot. The one so deep inside. The one that, with each push against it, I felt like it might just kill me, and damn would it have been a good way to go? Yes, Hidan was becoming very familiar with it and he knew it.

"Ready? Mm, not yet, waiting on Izumi, but it looks like she's almost done," Hidan called over his shoulder, snapping into me roughly. The tiniest of noises were beginning to leak out of me and I bit down hard on my lip, pleading with my eyes.

"Well tell her to hurry up," Kakuzu complained.

Hidan grinned something wicked, having the time of his life with this clearly. "Sure," he called out to Kakuzu before dropping his gaze directly on me. "You heard him, baby. Come on. You're almost finished aren't you?"

What the heck?! Now he was talking to me–loudly and casually–as if I could possibly muster an answer back with any reasonable cadence.

The effort of keeping every hitching cry inside me was excruciating as the crown of him prodded me mercilessly towards the edge. My whole body was both rigid and shaking with restraint.

Hidan cocked a brow at me, sweat beading above it, prompting me to answer him before Kakuzu started to question my silence.

My fingers trembled their way from my mouth to my hair, fisting their way into it. What had he even asked me? Was I almost finished?

"Y-" Good lord, I sounded like a squeaking mouse on my first attempt. I steeled myself, swallowing, focusing on dropping to a semi-normal octave. Oh but it was so hard, because–ah… God… he was really making himself fit.

"Yes, a-almost." And I almost said it kind of okay…

Hidan's expression was sweetly amused, despite how very evil he was being, and he nodded, mouthing a barely-whisper of those words "good girl" to me.

They spiked straight into my heat as they always did, and I strained to keep in the puffing moans that caught in my throat.

"Good. We have a schedule to keep." Kakuzu was talking but I was barely listening, not over the blood rushing in my own ears, pounding in them almost as hard as it throbbed between my legs.

"Well, sweetheart, maybe I can help," Hidan offered indiscreetly for Kakuzu to hear, as if he were offering to zip up the back of a dress or something.

He ran his tongue over his fingers before bringing them to my aching core, my eyes shooting wide at the sensation.

The rough, stretching intrusion of him inside me, now coupled with the vibrating pressure of his fingers quickly sweeping over my clit, was more than I could handle. It was white hot and searing, hurdling me into a sea of bright spots dancing in my vision.

He didn't relent, he only bucked faster, only swiped the pads of his fingers over me quicker. Oh, I couldn't take it. My mouth–hanging open in a silent scream–suddenly felt the slap of a hand on top of it. A strong one, huge and warm against my face, pushing down whatever was about to burst out of me.

I couldn't see anything, eyes wrenched shut as they were, every nerve ending ablaze as the orgasm shook through me. I only knew that my ankles were at Hidan's shoulders as he ground into me and even those seemed to go numb with pleasure.

I distantly recognized Hidan was speaking.

"Alright. Lookin' like she's all set! I'm just gonna shower and then we'll be down if you wanna wait in the lobby," Hidan said, massively pleased with himself.

"You haven't even fucking showered yet?" Kakuzu grumbled, more to himself than anything as he began trudging away. "Make it quick."

My fingers twisted into the sheets, body twitching sporadically as Hidan finally eased his touch. His lips quickly replaced the hand atop my mouth, and I finally let out what was only a ghost of all the moans that died in my throat. It was needy and decompressed, and my fingers found their way into Hidan's hair which he seemed to enjoy greatly.

"You're terrible," I breathed, body still dealing with some residual hitching and shuddering and the fact that he was still in me. I smoothed over his hair and brought him into the crook of my neck.

He laughed, grinning against me, pecking at my collar bones tenderly. "Fuck yeah, I am. Filthy, too. Help me clean up, sweetheart?"

It was a question, but I didn't actually have a choice, not that I honestly wanted one. He lifted me up, never pulling out, walking us to the bathroom like that with his hands secured firmly around my back and under my ass. It was distinctly possible our tongues were just the slightest bit entwined as we made our way there.

A spray of water. The press of my back against the cold tile. Hidan speared into me against the shower wall, the water warming against us. His fingers dug into the soft bottoms of my thighs to hold me up.

I clung to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, head tossed back against the wall. The muscular flat of him just above his shaft came crushing against me with that spiking pressure each thrust and have me quickly melting in his hold.

"You're gonna make me come baby…" Hidan rasped over the persistent sound of wet slapping.

I moaned his name, moaned a lot of things–mostly my love and affection for him–and shockingly, out of everything in the world, that seemed to be the thing that did it for this man.

"Fuck," he groaned, tearing out of me and hurriedly setting me to stand.

"Hurry, sweetheart, on your knees," he whispered in a rush, pushing down on my shoulder while stroking himself.

I rushed to oblige, dropping to my knees in front of him, likely looking very confused as I did so.

"Oh fuck, look at you," Hidan said, breathless and hooking a finger beneath my chin to angle my face up towards him.

I had quite the sight. Hidan's back blocked the spray of the shower. He was feverishly jerking himself inches from my face, rivulets of water running over his pale, perfect body as looked down at me like he was so far beyond enamored.

"Close your eyes baby girl, I'm gonna come on your face," he directed, voice strained. He was clearly about to burst and doing everything in his power to stave the swell.

I did as he said, closing my eyes, and in addition to that, I found my jaw slackening, mouth hanging ajar. I wasn't sure why I did that, it wasn't really much of a thought at all, but I was glad I did.

He lost his mind over it.

"Holy fu–Izumi…oh God, that's my good girl, wanting my fuckin–"

The pinched groan grinding out of him stifled whatever he was going to say. Bursts of thick heat splattered onto my cheeks, my chin, my lips, into my mouth, and I stayed like that, kneeling there with my hands splayed over his thighs until those shameless noises stopped filling the room.

Cracking open an eye, then the other, I took a moment to take him in, so strong and confident, chest heaving with breathlessness, still gripping himself very near my face. Those amethyst eyes stared down, adoring in the way they softened on me.

Hidan stopped me from closing my mouth which still hung open. "Not yet, baby. Need your help cleaning up, remember?"

The breath caught in my throat as I realized what he meant. He'd positioned the head of his length just a hair away from my lips. Any closer and it would have been in my mouth.

Though I suspected that was the idea.

Looking up at him, unsure, his head gave a sweet little tilt and his hand dropped to the back of my head, gently folding into my hair.

"Don't worry baby, just open up and I'll feed it to you," he soothed, his other hand grabbing my jaw and pulling it open more as he lined himself up and pushed his hips forward, pressing his crown past my lips with a sharp, hissing, intake of breath.

Whatever fear I had of taking him in my mouth, like maybe I wouldn't be good at it, was instantly quelled with the fluttering, unhinged face he made as I closed my lips around him.

"Fuck yes… my cock is in your fucking mouth… fuck. I just gotta say it out loud since it doesn't feel real. Just gotta… gotta make sure it is. Oh, that's fucking good…"

He sounded and looked like he was losing what was left of his mind as he held me there by the cheeks and back of my head, lazily rocking into my mouth the smallest amount. At first I worried about him pushing too far in, but he seemed perfectly content to let me just suck on the tip, as he said, to clean it off.

"Mm, swirl your tongue around it baby, make sure you get it all," he groaned, unable to close his mouth as he watched, and I delighted in the tremor I felt shiver up his thighs from his knees.

I was happy to run my tongue along him however he wanted, finding that he was extra sensitive at the soft patch of skin just on the underside of the tip. Hidan spit out a string of curses, his fingers tightening in my hair as I paid special attention to that spot, laving at it tenderly.

More shivers.

It didn't last long. He yanked out of me with a popping noise, muttering something about being too much, and I had to smirk at the tables finally being turned.

"That's plenty baby," he assured, lifting me to my feet. "Keep going like that and you're gonna suck whatever pathetic excuse of a soul I have right out of me."

Couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Kakuzu will probably kill us if we take much longer anyway," I noted.

Hidan maneuvered me into the stream of water and began cleaning off my face. "Kakuzu can eat a dick for all I care."

"You shouldn't say things like that," I scolded. "He's your partner and even though he's not good at showing it, I do think he cares, and he does mean well."

"You're right, he is mean. Good point, baby," Hidan mused, working up quite the lather in my hair.

I deadpanned. "Hidan, you can't just pick whatever word you want out of an entire sentence and ignore the rest."

"Mm, ignore the rest, got it." He was grinning like an idiot and I didn't have it in me to pretend he didn't make me laugh.

"I know we're hitting the road a bit late," Hidan admitted. "But I needed you to know that I wasn't a one-and-done kind of guy. You do know that, right sweetheart?"

I looked up at him and very nearly went boneless at the earnest look he was giving me from beneath a mound of soap suds.

"Yeah, I know," I said, hushed and low as I pushed up onto my toes and went in for a kiss, adding at the last second, "I'm not either."

He snorted into it, hands traveling to slap my ass and cup my cheeks. "No? You're not that kind of guy?"

I smiled against his wonderfully dominating lips. "Nope."

We tried to be quick about the rest of the shower, but it was hard when I kept thinking about how sweet he was, because every time it occurred to me, I had to kiss him. And every time I kissed him, he had to kiss me back, and sometimes more.

Hidan insisted that boob honking was therapeutic and helped with his condition. On the off chance that was actually true, I allowed it.

It was a distinct possibility that we were only delaying the inevitable though. That being, dealing with a very grumpy Kakuzu waiting for us down in the lobby.

Grumpy was an understatement.

A/N: Like I said, this whole thing was a whoopsie. I almost didn't post it as I don't think it's that great (not that I think my other stuff is any better *sweating* but at least it felt more necessary) but I figure if even one person likes it, then hey, it's worth it.

I think I ended up writing more than intended because yeah, it would have been a priority of Hidan's to make sure Izumi knew he was 100% interested in continuing to fuck her, unlike her experience with Itachi, so that felt kind of important?

Anyway. Sorry lol.