Your Lies | Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Chapter 14

POV – Y/n:

"Oh, I see you're awake," came the deep, familiar voice. The man closed the door behind him and locked it without hesitation.

The room was pitch black, and I could barely make him out.

"Should we pick up where we left off," he chuckled, "or do you need more sleep?"

Without warning, he shoved me down onto the bed, pinning me against the mattress. His weight pressed into me, his scent intoxicating—sweet like dango, mixed with the soft richness of shea butter.

"Aw, why'd you put your PJs back on?" he teased, frowning. "Now I'm gonna have to take them off again."

He nibbled my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Don't be shy now," he whispered.

With a quick tug, he ripped open my pajama top, exposing my chest. Then came my pants—he slid them off with practiced ease, his hands trailing slowly to my inner thighs. He caressed them gently, almost reverently. I blushed hard.

That's when it hit me. I remembered everything—where I was, and who this was.

"What's wrong?" he grinned. "Your eyes just doubled in size. Are you enjoying this?"

Even in the dark, his eyes were unmistakable—crimson, gleaming with mischief and power.

It was Itachi. The same mysterious, handsome man I'd met three months ago. In this dream, I was in his bed because... we had agreed to be here. But judging from the fact that I still had my bra and panties on, nothing had happened—yet.

His skin was warm against mine. His toned abs shimmered with sweat, and there was a faint tattoo on his left shoulder, though I barely paid it any mind.

He intertwined our fingers and kissed me, slow and deep. "Hope you got enough rest," he murmured. "You're gonna need it to keep up."

He lifted my legs over his shoulders, his lips brushing my calf. I whimpered.

"I'm going to make sure you can't walk for a week," he whispered boldly. "I want you to feel this every time you think of me. Every detail. I want you to remember how completely helpless you were beneath me." He trailed kisses across my shoulders. "And I'm not going to take it slow."

His voice was dark, his breath hot against my skin.

I was flushed—embarrassed, thrilled, overwhelmed. His teasing was so intense it made my heart race. Was I ready for this? I didn't know. But I was about to find out.

"Don't worry," he smirked, fingers slipping lower. "I'll take good care of you."

Just as he reached for my—

I jolted awake, panting. My chest heaved with every breath, my body drenched in sweat.

I wiped my face with trembling hands.

Lustful thoughts swirled through my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about the dream. I hated how much I... liked it. But it felt wrong. It had been a wet dream—about someone I barely knew. About Itachi.

"Ugh!" I groaned, blushing furiously. "What's wrong with you, Y/n?! You're with Han!"

I slapped my cheeks. "Stay. Faithful."

But my stupid, shameless brain wouldn't shut up. It kept imagining him shirtless, his fingers on my skin again. I screamed internally, turning an even deeper shade of red.

I want him to do terrible things to me...

"The fuck are you thinking?" I muttered, smacking myself again.