Itachi x Reader Oneshots

Intoxicated Love ~ Part 2

A pounding headache greets you upon waking. It pulses behind your eyes and makes a groan rumble low in your throat. Curling onto your side, you force yourself to take slow even breaths, but the smell of sex and alcohol hits your senses and only makes nausea rise in your stomach. You sit up, tossing your legs over the side of the bed and rest your head in your hands as you control your breathing.

The pain and discomfort racking your body completely distracts you from the fact that you are not alone. The whisper of sheets is the only warning before fingertips lightly trace the ridges of your spine, causing you to still and finally open your eyes.

Immediately you realize this is not your bed, nor your room. You know you're undressed, completely naked to the other occupant in the room, but the headache echoing in your head is far more pressing than your current state of indecency. Slowly you turn your head around. "Itachi," you breathe.

His expression is calm but there's concern reflecting back at you in his onyx eyes. "You are hungover."

It's a statement and so you don't answer. You merely watch as he stands, your eyes tracing his exposed rear. If there were any doubts before, there aren't now and your stomach twists into knots as fears and worries begin to flood your already crowded mind.

Itachi disappears into the connected bathroom only to return a moment later with a glass of water and a bottle that could only be pain medication. You accept both from him with a downward gaze and a murmur of thanks before you toss back three of the little, white capsules and drink greedily from the glass.

As you attempt to rehydrate yourself, Itachi wonders around the room. You don't realize he's picking up the discarded clothes from last night until he returns with your clothes in his hands. He's already dressed in his briefs. You accept them from him and set the glass down on the nightstand before you pull your shirt over your head, not bothering yourself with your bra.

Only once he turns away to refill the glass with water do you quickly pull on your panties and shorts. You're ready to leave, but you don't want to just walk out without a word. You feel awkward around him and inwardly you curse yourself for falling into bed with him. Itachi was - is - your best friend. He was always someone you could lean on and come to if you were having problems or you just wanted someone to hang out with. Did one night of drinking ruin all of that?

When he returns to the room, you're standing in the middle between the bed and the door, teetering and not really sure what to do. He stops in the doorway and watches you, his expression unreadable and his gaze simply observing. He drinks from the glass in his hand slowly.

You try to find something to say, but you don't know what's going on in his head. The very person that had always been so easy to read while others struggled is now unreadable. "We slept together," you finally say.

He nods. "We did."

"And it was amazing." Even hungover, you could still remember the orgasms he had brought you to.

"It was."

"And we're best friends."

"We are."

You shot him a pointed look. "Can you stop that?"

Itachi merely smirks and sets his glass down on his dresser before approaching you. He's a head taller than you, forcing you to angle your head upwards to meet his gaze as he stops in front of you. Now that he's within reach, you can see the softness of his expression and the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "We are best friends," he repeats. His fingers brush over your exposed shoulder and lightly trail up your neck until he rests his palm against your jaw. "And I care for you. I do not regret what happened last night. Do you?"

Butterflies erupt in your stomach and the intensity of his gaze forces you to drop yours as you clutch the rest of your clothes to your chest. Your eyes land on his defined abs and the rise of his hips peeking out above the band of his briefs. The mere sight of it sends warmth flooding through you again.

Admittedly you had always been attracted to Itachi. Not just physically but mentally as well. He was incredibly generous and caring, not just towards his family but his friends as well. It had always been your fear of losing him that made your keep your distance romantically. The last thing you wanted was for him to reject you and for your friendship to forever remain awkward. Last night had been...not a mistake, but rather a slip up on your part.

"No, I don't regret it," you finally say. You dragged your eyes up his exposed torso to meet his gaze again. "I just don't want last night to ruin our friendship. I want us to stay friends."

The words are nearly whispered as unexpected emotion swells in your chest. Itachi gives you a moment to collect yourself before he smiles. It's only a hint of one, barely noticeable, but you had been around him long enough to recognize it. "I see no reason why my lover cannot be my best friend."

You visibly freeze, your eyes wide and your lips parted. You try to formulate a reply, but every time you try to speak the words die on your lips. Eventually you stutter out the only thing you can think of. "What happened last night?"

His smile is replaced by a smirk and he gently takes the bra and sweatshirt out of your hands to drop them on the floor before his fingers slip under your shirt to rest on your hips. "I will remind you."

Then he presses you backwards until you stumble back onto his bed. He settles on top of you with his body pressing intimately against yours, his hands reminding you exactly how he had pleasured you last night. You wanted to talk to him, but that conversation could come later.