Beneath the Surface [Yandere!Itachi x Reader]

Chapter 3

He had gained a new obsession with her behind and he regret to say that the origin of it was from his distasteful client. 

The thought of naughty, impish actions he could participate in with [Name] sent him reeling almost every hour as they came back to haunt him, to taunt what he couldn't have. 

But I will obtain her soon, he said to himself. 

His thoughts were consumed by her all the time, especially in his dreams. She plagued them every night and the scene would all start from where they first met: his massage room. She would give him a strip tease, giving him an eyeful he thoroughly enjoyed, and then he couldn't, wouldn't wait any longer, pushing her onto the massage table and make sweet, sweet love to her, all the while reminding her who she belonged to: him. She would succumb to him in pleasure, tell him she loved how he made her feel, especially with his hands... his gifted hands. 

With each day that passed by, his heart palpitated at a frightening rate and one would think he was on the verge of, or having a heart attack. But he enjoyed the feeling of his heart race, it reminded him there was someone out there for him and that someone was [Name] Shizumi. 

It was the light of day and her booked appointment was at 11, which was in an hour. The hour felt so long, too slow as the clock ticked its seconds away, taking its time. He planned to play the same jazzy, romantic music because it felt just right. He would wait for the day until the song proved useful, and they would finally make love with this powerful melody playing in the background. It would be her song but then it would become their song. 

He heard the melody ring at the door and he jumped from his seat, hoping that was her. When he went to greet whoever came in, his mouth became dry and stopped working. Uchihas do not stand there like imbeciles; you’re infallible. Greet her already, his conscience hissed at him. 

"Welcome back to Akatsuki Hands, Miss Shizumi," he bowed for extra charismatic effect. 

"Thank you Itachi, if I remember correctly?" 

He froze in shock. She remembered him, that had to mean something, right? Obviously, he was doing something right if he managed to make an impression on her. Unfortunately, she didn't know how big of an impression he left on him. However, that will change when I manage to have her in the palm of my hands, he assured himself. 

"Yes, I'm surprised you recognize me." 

"Why wouldn't I? My first session with you was very tranquilizing and you were wonderful at massaging," [Name] complimented, shooting a small, kind smile at him. 

He felt his eyes widen just a fraction. She likes me, does she not? She thinks I'm skilled in massaging and had a wonderful experience and Gods, that exquisite smile- 

Yes and you're much more skilled than just a massage but you know that already, don't you? You could show her more than a wonderful experience, you could give her the time of her life in that cozy little massage room. You could provoke more than just a smile from her, maybe a moan or two. And on and on his conscience ranted to him about his darkest thoughts before he was interrupted by the smell of creamy, enticing vanilla. 

She had stepped closer to him, so close that they would be face to face if they were the same height. Thankfully, he was taller and could lift her up easily, have her wrap her legs around his waist and- 

"-But don't think I've let you off easy from intruding in my privacy, Itachi." 

"Huh?" he asked unintelligibly. Curse his mind for thinking such things, why did he keep thinking of such corruption? He never had much thought on copulation, however being a male had him engage in one night stands every now and then; but ever since she appeared in his life that was all on his mind.

"Let's make one thing clear, shall we? If you do not leave the room for today's session, I will have to ask for another masseur who will respect my space." 

The feeling of his heart dropping to his stomach didn't feel good at all. For another man to touch upon her delectable skin? No, his superego growled, no one but us can touch her like that. She will be off-limits to Akatsuki employees. As his accursed mind came to life yet again, he somehow managed to understand the words flowing from her delicate, pretty mouth. And a point for me, he mused. It seems I have an intelligent woman on my hands. 

He couldn't have her unhappy with him. He nodded almost desperately, "Of course. I sincerely apologize for not obeying the rule but I must say, I'm surprised you read the manual." 

"I had to make sure I wasn't walking into a debauched spa." Her chin was up defiantly, daring him to challenge her intelligence again. 

He was taken aback by her snarky tone and feistiness. Would she have the attitude of a tiger in bed, he wondered. 

"Would you like to cleanse yourself in the baths before we begin?" 

"I'm pristine, thank you very much for asking." 

Pristine, clean, pure... Virgin? Oh no, no, no, please do not awake! He shuffled uncomfortably and cleared his throat. "I will lead the way then," he said distractedly. 

He could feel the stare behind his back, but he couldn't discern if she was attracted to him. He greatly hoped she found him attractive like he did her. 

"Please call for me when you are ready." 

"Yes... Itachi." 

As she passed by him, the scent of that divine vanilla overtook his senses into overdrive and he discreetly inhaled as much as possible. And he loved it when she said his name. It was enchanting and mystifying. His knees threatened to wobble if not for the determined strength to not appear like a fool. 

He also stared at her behind as she passed by, because he couldn't help it. 

He wished she was clueless so he could have stayed in the room like the last time, but he had to stay out here... or did he? A sudden brilliant idea had popped into his head, briskly walking to the security room. There was a security guard there who looked surprised at the sight of him, to which he ordered, "I need a few minutes." 

The guard immediately shot up from his seat. "Of course Mr. Uchiha!" He hastily left the room, leaving Itachi to be alone. 

Pressing the keys at a lightning speed, he managed to tamper with the cameras so that she was on all the screens. 

And she was just beginning to undress. 

An unlikely smirk crossed his face. Perfect. 

Is it possible to relieve myself in just half a minute? 

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