Itachi lemon
_____ had entered her room just after having a shower. She only had a small, skimpy towel on when she saw him, standing there, staring at her.
"Itachi!" she said with surprise.
"Hush now _____," he said "you do not want to arouse anyone's attention do you?"
"Get out of my ro-," her sentence was cut short, when she was sent into a wild frenzy, and she wanted Itachi now more than ever.
Itachi had swung his cloak off and quickly discarded it on the floor. _____ did much the same with her skimpy, little towel.
Itachi made the first move by diving at _____, knocking her backwards onto her bed, smothering her with his entire body, he knew it had begun. He was rubbing his lower lip over her chest and he bit down on her arm, causing it to bleed slightly. _____ did not mind as it was the kind of pain that felt good. _____ massaged his back with her nails, digging them in, making him scar slightly.
Itachi braced her shoulders and whispered, "Just this once,"
"Take me you fool!" she replied.
Their hot and heavy affair appeared to go on for days on end, sweating profusely from the extensive use of energy and then *BANG*, Itachi had reached his limit, he got up and approached the window, putting his clothes back on and said "_____, thanks for being such a great sport," and he disappeared, but _____ was knocked out.
_____ regained consciousness and lay on her bed, defeated and exhausted, she glanced at her clock, not but two seconds had passed from when she first saw Itachi in her room, and then she got up and swept past and put her skimpy, little towel on and she then realized what had happened.
"His sharingan's genjutsu!" she said, shocked.
Itachi had done nothing to her all that two seconds, except for make her experience a little bit of imagination.