Itachi x Reader Oneshots

I Win

         "Uchiha Itachi!" you cry indignantly. Your eyes are dead set on the screen, but you elbow the male next to you blindly in an attempt to distract him.

         A soft chuckle sounds from him but choose to ignore it as you lean forward, the controller in your hands tilting and jerking out of habit to get your character to move and jump as you want.

         "I told you not to challenge me," Itachi says lightly.

         A retort is ready on your lips but your voice fails as you watch in horror as your character on screen is hit repeatedly before it's flung off the platform and into the distance. Your wide eyes turn to the relaxed male next to you as you stare at him in disbelief. "You promised me! And you stabbed me!"

         His shoulders roll in a lazy shrug but his dark eyes are light in amusement. "It is called Super Smash Bros for a reason. And I do not recall ever making you such promises."

         A pout forms on your mouth as you glare at him, but the curl in the corner of his lips is forcing your own smile and you return your gaze back to the screen as it calls for the second round. This time when he moves to attack you, you purposefully lift your controller to his face in an attempt to obscure his vision, laughing when he tries to lean around you.

         Your actions prove futile though for it isn't long before your character once again finds itself vanishing into the distance. "No!" you cry half-heartedly.

         Itachi chuckles again, causing you to turn toward him with another pout, but it quickly melts away as he presses a kiss to your lips. "Perhaps you will win the next round," he encourages, the small smirk on his face turning his words sarcastic.

         You cock your brow at him before your own smirk settles on your lips. "Oh, I will," you answer seductively.

         Itachi is only allowed a moment to consider your words before you toss your controller aside and jump into his arms, tumbling both of you to the floor. A challenging gleam lights your eyes as your hands slip under his shirt to feel the smooth muscles of his stomach and you dip your head down until your lips are only an inch above his. "But it has nothing to do with video games."

         Then you kiss him fully, enjoying the way his mouth responds to your heated kiss as he tosses his controller aside to smooth his hands up your sides and twist into your hair. A low groan escapes you as he suddenly tightens his fingers in your long locks and yanks your head back. "Challenge accepted," he murmurs sexily.

         And then his mouth attaches to your pulse point and suddenly you really don't care who wins.