Itachi x Reader Oneshots

Under The Table

You bite your lip to hide the devilish smile from appearing on your face as your hand ghosts over Itachi's clothed manhood before coming to rest on it fully. Beneath your fingers you feel him still, but his voice doesn't hesitate nor does it waver as he carries on his conversation - you'll have to try harder.

It doesn't surprise you Itachi is maintaining his collected mask even with your wondering hand, never one to rise to your baiting no matter how hard you try. And you have tried. This form of perversion was merely a spur of the moment thing brought on by your boredom as Itachi spoke with his father about clan concerns you really knew nothing about and was not your business to know about. At least you could stay entertained with this distraction.

Keeping your face casually blank, you continue to touch him subtly, applying pressure and squeezing before your fingers trace him through his pants with light touches. You can feel him becoming aroused by your teasing, but you pretend to enjoy your dinner as you listen to Sakura and Sasuke discuss life with the Uchiha Matriarch, Mikoto.

Much to your disappointment, Itachi's voice and expression remain calm throughout the meal even though his manhood remains hard and hot beneath your hand. You resign yourself to your umpteenth failed attempt at drawing a reaction from him and release him as Mikoto stands to begin clearing the table for dessert. Without hesitation, you offer your help, missing Itachi's lingering gaze.

For a while, you clear the kitchen to make room for dessert, chatting idly with the other woman, but once the dishes are clear, you excuse yourself to the restroom, leaving Mikoto and Sakura to set the table for the next course.

The guest restroom is small without a shower stall or bathtub, but it has a mirror large enough for you to check your full appearance and fix the slight smear of your eyeliner.

You're just about satisfied with it when the door suddenly swings open, causing you to jump as your eyes shoot to the intruder through the mirror. Your brow arches in surprise when you find Itachi standing in the doorway with a small smirk and a calculated expression. He's planning something, and you don't like it.

"Itachi? What are you doing in here--?" You cut off as you watch him silently close the door behind him before he approaches you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "What do you think you're doing?"

You try to turn and face him, but with the tightness of the room, he merely paces three steps until he's standing behind you, not touching but trapping you in the circle of his arms as he rests his palms on the counter. "That was dirty."

You give him your most innocent expression. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You are about to find out," he says vaguely.

And before you can ask him to clarify, his hand slips down your pants, underneath your panties and into your wet folds. You hadn't even realized how much touching him under the table had turned you on until he touches you and coats his fingers with your essence. A yelp escapes you and immediately you clap a hand over your mouth as his strong fingers find your sensitive pearl instantly and strokes it in the way he knows will eventually leave you a moaning and shaking mess.

"Itachi," you hiss through clenched teeth. "We can't..."

You hear him chuckle under his breath. "We can and you will," he murmured huskily into your ear. "Think of this as your punishment."

A throaty moan keeps you from retorting as you collapse onto the counter, your forearms supporting your weight. With his free hand, Itachi grasps your hip and pulls you back against him until his clothed length is pressed flush against your rear. His throbbing hardness only increases your arousal as he continues to pleasure you, his fingertips ghosting across your small nub before he dipping one long digit inside you. You bite your lip as he adds another.

"Nngh, 'tachi," you groan, your forehead pressed into your arm.

His hand releases your hip to grasp your hair to turn your face to the side. "Yes?" he asked harshly. It's obvious he's getting more aroused by his sweet torture of your body.

"So close..." you say with a moan. You push your hips back against his, panting as his fingers begin to flick across your pearl rhythmically.

The coil in your lower abdomen begins to wind tighter and tighter, and you know you're only a few strokes away from completely shattering into a million little pieces.

Until he stops.

A loud cry of protest presses between your lips as he withdraws completely, leaving you aroused, shaking, and dumbfounded. Gathering your strength, you push yourself onto your elbows to look at him through the mirror, utterly confused. "Why...why did you stop?" you pant.

He licks his fingers clean before a smirk curls onto his face. "If I cannot have it, you will not either."

You stare at him in amazement, completely at a loss for words as he turns and opens the door before he glances back at you. "I suggest we return for dessert before my family begins asking questions."

Then he left.

You stand, still half bent over the counter with your mouth agape, as you stare at the open doorway where your lover had just been. The urge to scream at him to get back here and fuck you into the counter nearly overpowers your rational thought, but his family would hear every word of it and you know you would not live through that embarrassment.

With an indignant huff, you straighten your clothes and march out into the hall, fully intent on punishing Itachi in every way you know how later that night.