"Oh! Fuck!" [Name] moans, arching her back. How many times has she orgasmed? Three? Four?
Itachi pulls her arms from behind, thrusting manically. Her breasts jiggle and bounce with each back shot, and her mind fogs over.
He's a beast. A fucking beast. These are the only thoughts in her head. Drool rolls down her chin. She can't keep her mouth closed for anything. All the gasps and the moans, the begging, and the screaming, it's all she can do.
Itachi has her in a position that keeps her completely helpless. A position that allows him to reach the deepest parts of her without effort.
Her walls spasm around him. She knows she's close to her end.
The feeling starts in her gut. It clenches so hard it hurts, but the pleasure mixed with the pain of her next orgasm only furthers [Name] to the edge.
Her legs shake as the fifth one surges through her body. "Ah! Itachi! Wait!"
The bed creaks from the shifting weight. Back and forth, back and forth. The muscles in her body loosen as the feeling in [Name's] gut unravels. He rides out their orgasms happily.
"You're my perfect girl, aren't you?" Itachi coos, releasing her arms. [Name] collapses forward. Ass high up into the air, her body makes a triangular shape. He's still inside of her. She feels every twitch of his penis, and it makes her toes curl. "Say it [Name]."
She whimpers, barely even getting the words out, "Yes, I'm your perfect girl."
"What?" Itachi says, smacking her ass. Hard. "Say it louder."
"I'm your perfect girl," she says, her voice wavers. It's no longer steady from all the pleasurable screaming.
"Louder."
"I'm your perfect girl!" She yelps, feeling another smack on her ass cheek. Her eyes sting with tears. She doesn't know how much more she can take.
"You're only mine?"
"Yes, Itachi," she says, breathless. His hands grip her hips, he pulls out, leaving only the tip in. "I'm only yours."
He smirks. "That's my girl. Only mine." He shoves his entire length back inside her, beginning their sixth round.
...
Itachi curls around [Name's] naked, sweaty body. He tries to wrap his entire being around her. Skin-to-skin contact isn't enough for him.
He enjoyed it better when he was inside of her. He wants to be attached to her like that again. Feel the deepest parts of her again and again and again, until they're both dripping with perspiration, clutching to one another, at their limits, but not wanting to stop. He wants it again.
He watches her closely.
She breathes softly in her sleep. He listens to her snores, to her breathing.
It is like that of winds in the trees. And he is just a lone bird, listening to the wind howl, content and safe in the air's protection.
Itachi breathes in her scent. It's full of musk and wild sweetness, like that of a meadow. Full of flowers in full blossom, under the sun's magnificent glow.
He pulls closer to her, feeling direct body heat on his chest. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.
Perfect in every way.
Lovely in every way.
"Only mine."
...
[Name] pries open her eyes. She feels sticky all over. Body loose and aching. Itachi's little exercise sapped all energy from her.
She pushes Itachi's unusually strong grip from her body and waddles to the shower. Unknown to her, dark eyes watch her every step.
[Name] runs hot water, testing it on her hand before hopping in. The water rolls down her body as she lathers up. She closes her eyes to wipe any grime from her face with warm water. She'll do her multi-step face care routine once she's out of the shower, but right now, she just needs to wipe the dried sweat off of her.
Like most people, the paranoia rises the longer her eyes close. She feels a presence behind her. A cold breeze on her neck. What feels like fingers trace up her spine. Ever so gently. Ever so sweetly.
Treating her like the perfect little toy.
Her breath hitches as [Name] quickly turns, eyes wide open.
There's no one there.
...
[Name] enters the bedroom. After saying his usual greeting to her, Itachi files into the bathroom to wash up. While he does that, [Name] changes the bedsheets.
That night replays in her mind. The way she fell so easily into his hands--- the way he made her feel so helpless.
She shudders as his voice rings in her head. The worst feeling bubbles in her stomach.
"You're my perfect girl, aren't you? Only mine."
"I made a huge mistake," she mumbles to herself.
The softest touch brushes her shoulder, and [Name] jumps and turns, paranoia on ten.
Itachi smiles. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"Do you ever make noise?!" She scoffs, jumping to get that last corner on the mattress. "You're like a ninja, I swear!"
Itachi watches her struggle with the fitted sheet, a loving gaze set only for her. "I'm sorry, my love."
[Name] pauses. The endearing tone isn't new, but the nickname sure is. She begins to correct him, but the sound of her ringtone belts out to fill the room.
They both look at the caller ID on the screen. Itachi frowns. [Name's] eyes widen.
"Are you going to answer it?" Itachi says, his voice monotone. [Name] stares at him, trying to read his face but getting back nothing. "Are you going to answer his call?"
[Name] watches Itachi's face, and he watches her hand reach for her phone. The moment it's in her grasp, he says, "I'll go make breakfast."
He leaves the room.
[Name] answers Deidara's call.
"Hello?" She whispers.
"Oh my God! Finally!" Deidara says, annoyance in his voice. "[Name], where have you been?!"
"Deidara," she sighs out his name. It chokes her up to hear his voice again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you wait."
"It isn't the first time," he snorts. "I think I left some minor stuff at your place. Do you still have it?"
[Name] mulls it over. "I... I don't know. I might've stashed it in a box somewhere."
"If you have it, can you make sure it's ready when I come pick it up?"
"Yes, of course."
Deidara hesitates on the phone. He clears his throat and says, "Is that guy... Really your boyfriend."
"No."
"Then who is he."
"A," she sighs, trying to find the right word for what Itachi is, "A roommate. He's just a roommate."
Deidara seems to sigh in relief. "Okay. I'll see you in a couple of days."
The phone beeps, and the call ends.
She sits there. Stuck. She hasn't heard his voice in so long, and it breaks her to listen to it.
On wobbly legs, she stands, moving to the bedroom door. She follows the sound of a blade meeting a wooden cutting board.
Itachi stands in the kitchen.
Whacking away at carrots with controlled strength.
The sound of it is so violent.
As if he's hacking someone up.
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Defective .:Yandere!Itachi x Fem!Reader:. AU
Fanfiction[Name] is such a lonely person, desperate for a relationship. She has no siblings, she moved away from her parents, and not to mention she dropped out of school. She feels like a failure, yet no one is there to tell her she's trying her best. Finall...
