Itachi x Reader Oneshots

Intoxicated Love

         Fingers are in your hair, twisting and tangling as teeth graze across your collarbone. The warmth of another's body slides across your own, drawing pleasure from the very center of your being that makes you want to shatter into a million pieces. You cry out, not caring who hears, but a mouth quickly descends upon your own to smother the sound.

         Your gaze is hazy but you knew exactly who it was moving above you. The memory of how you came to be here in his room and his bed are lost in your sluggish mind, but you don't particularly care at the moment either. As long as his hips keep meeting yours at that angle and his hands keep touching you like that, you are content to just stay under these sheets forever.

         But Itachi has other ideas. He locks an arm under your knee, opening you up further and allowing him to thrust deeper. The sudden change leaves crescent-shaped marks upon his arm as you brace your other hand over your head against the wall as his pace grows purposeful.

         A steady build grows in your lower stomach and with a last hard thrust, you explode around him, your back arching as a cry of his name passes across your lips. Itachi continues to draw out your orgasm, his body rocking against you until you collapse back against the bed –  hot, tired and utterly satiated.

But he keeps moving.

         Through cracked lids you watch as he drives himself towards his own orgasm. The muscles of his arms and shoulders are tense as his fingers dig into your hips dominantly. The look of utter desire in his gaze sends warmth shooting between your legs again and you rock your hips to meet his.

         It doesn't take you as long to reach your second orgasm and it isn't as powerful as the first, but it still sends you reeling as pleasure washes over you. You feel Itachi shudder and give a low growl that is the sexiest sound you ever heard even to your drunk-altered senses before he slowly stops, his hips pressing intimately against your own.

         With a breathless sigh from you, he pulls out before lowering himself down into the sheets at your side. You know you should get up and clean up a little, but it's hours past midnight and with two orgasms, the temptation of sleep is just too alluring.

         The summer night is hot and far too sticky to cuddle, but fingertips trace over your hip and you roll over sluggishly until you face him. There's no exchange of words or goodnight kisses, only feather light touches before you succumb to the world of unconsciousness.