Itachi x Reader Oneshots

Strange Love

As soon as you were through the door, you throw your bag against the hotel bed and turn your attention to pulling at the laces on your boots. You can feel both Itachi and Shisui's gazes but you ignore them as you yank them off.

"I'm going to go get us dinner," Shisui said after a long moment of silence and you vaguely hear the door close.

Itachi's eyes are still trained on you. "Do you wish to talk about it?"

"Nope," you answer sharply. You stand to make your way into the bathroom but as you brush past Itachi, his fingers wrap around your wrist in a firm grasp and spin you around to face him.

His eyes search your face. "Talk to me."

You firmly shake off his grip, your anger rising again. "No."

You turn away from him but you had never been good at the silent treatment so you swing back to him with a fierce glare. "Why the hell did you do that? Why did you get in the way? Do you think I'm incapable of defending myself?"

Itachi's face was carefully blank and it infuriated you. You wanted nothing more than to read him in this moment but his mask had carefully slipped into place. "You are highly skilled and a renowned shinobi," he said smoothly.

His answer made your frustration flare and you shove him roughly by the shoulders. "Don't fucking patronize me!"

A frown crosses his face but he doesn't speak and the silence only amplifies the tension between you.

A very, very long moment of time is spent just staring at one another, but then in the same second you both jump at one another. Your fingers twist into his hair painfully as his teeth find the tendon on your neck and he bites down hard. You groan loudly at the painful pleasure before your hands are tearing at his clothes.

There's nothing gentle or loving about your touches. You want his clothes off and you want them gone now. You want to overpower him and show him that you can dominate him, if only sexually. It's raw and purely emotional as you roughly scratch his bare back, but Itachi is never one to surrender control and it isn't long before you're pinned to the wall next to the door before he lifts you up to wrap your legs around his narrow hips. And as he presses into you, you can feel the hardness of his arousal and your own sex pulses hotly. His lips are on yours again, hard and demanding, claiming you and searing his name across your soul because you're his and he will never let you go.

There's not much foreplay, which is good because you're really not interested in it, but you're so hot and bothered that you're dripping for him already and he slides in with a harsh groan from both of you. He barely gives you any time to adjust before he's moving hard and fast. His muscular body pins you to the wall, allowing you minimal movement as his hips meet yours over and over.

Itachi's strength at being able to lift you so easily sends heat curling into your core again, but this wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to dominate him; you wanted to fuck him.

Your fingers twist into his hair and you force him to look at you. The heated stare of pure arousal and lustful need makes you lose your train of thought momentarily and you bend your head to taste him.

"Bed. Now," you order against his mouth.

Itachi adjusts his grip under your thighs before lifts you away from the wall. The moment your back hits the bed you're moving, twisting your legs and body until he's under you, staring up at you with his eyes dark and his hair mused. You couldn't recall a time when you ever wanted him more.

A breathless moan escapes you as you slowly sink down onto him. You ride him at your own pace, hard but a little slow. It's just fast enough to keep the arousal burning in him, but slow enough to keep him from getting off.

In the back of your mind, it amazes you he was allowing you to take control and tease him, but then his thumb suddenly swipes across your sensitive bundle of nerves and you cry out sharply at the abrupt jolt of pleasure. You glare down at him but whatever you are about to snap is lost by another moan.

Your hips slam down onto his as you quicken your pace. The heat in your lower stomach suddenly builds far faster than you can control and your rhythm breaks as you shatter around Itachi with a cry of his name on your lips.

Your hips keep going as you ride out your orgasm, but as soon as you slow to a stop, Itachi rolls you over and presses back in. His pace is hard and it isn't long before he comes inside of you with a broken groan into your neck.

He collapses on the bed next to you but you stare at the ceiling, trying to decide if you're still mad at him or not. You really want to be, but you love him so much that it's hard to stay angry, even if he frustrates you at times.

Next to you, Itachi sits up on the bed before he stands and looks down at you. "We should shower. Shisui will be back soon."

A frown falls across your face but you slowly stand without a word. You move towards the bathroom, but Itachi's hand on your wrist stops you and you turn back to him without meeting his gaze.

His hand moves to your face to brush a stray strand away and he steps close enough to you that you can feel his warmth. "It has nothing to do with your abilities," he said quietly. "I stepped into your fight out of instinct."

Slowly you raise your confused eyes to meet his onyx orbs. "What instinct?"

His hands smooth over your hips to draw you into him. "My instinct to protect you."

His words suddenly make it difficult to draw air into your lungs as the weight of his admission rests heavily on your chest. But it's a good weight and you have to blink away the sudden tears that come with all the emotion of hearing his words. A smile settles on your face and without realizing it, all the frustration and anger from before vanishes as you tangle your fingers into the hair you had been so rough with before.

This time when you kiss him, it's soft and full of unspoken emotion. Your bruised lips ghost over his, but it's short lived as Itachi suddenly pulls you into the bathroom just as the handle to the entry door begins to turn. You giggle as Itachi smirks and he turns on the shower before he pulls you in with him.