AN: Hey all, this is a fic I've been working on since November, and it's been quite the guilty pleasure. I've wanted to make a dumb horny fic for my OTP for a long while, and an rp I had done with an old acquaintance drove that motivation home.

This is a modern AU, so I've tried my absolute hardest to keep things in character and as realistic as possible but also abiding by my own headcanons. Furthemore, our two leads love sex. Other people love sex. Yes, I know we all love to think Itachi is as vanilla as they come (and this isn't incorrect to think), but here he uh, isn't. I've tried to explain this as best as I can, so don't hate me if I fall short at some parts. Please. Or do notify me of this in a polite manner.

Generally speaking, I'm not really taking this story seriously, so there's that to keep in mind. I have more serious things for these two in the making.

Please, enjoy. This is a nice Valentine's Day treat for all the singles out there hehe.

Everything was starting to change around her, her vision morphing to mere streaks of color, the heavy bass of rowdy party music beginning to reverberate through her head each passing second.

And yet, Hinata felt she was on top of the world.

She was handed yet another plastic bottle by her gaggle of high and semi-drunk gal friends, an oddly colored liquid sloshing this way and that within the worn vessel. She took an eager sip, feeling her body sway along with whatever she'd just imbibed go straight to her bladder.

It was October of her freshman year, and her life was already spiraling in a different direction than what it had been months ago. She had graduated from a strict and prestigious boarding school, having received top scores and honors in all of her classes. She had held much promise in her family's eyes, especially when she embarked onto university.

But her family was now disappointed in her current subpar grades and were suspicious of her new behavior, which was much unlike the perfect daughter they'd known and reared before. Though Hinata was stressed about this continuously, her newfound friends and the many boys that vouched for her attention and affection, distracted her from it all.

And now under her own doing, the current Hinata was pretty much drunk out of her mind, her rather innocent palette well-accustomed to the taste of alcohol by now. She loved the sweetness, tanginess, and occasional bitterness of it all, since her friends also mixed it with some of her favorite juices to make it even more appealing to her. Naturally, this made her all the more wasted.

"I-I-I need to find the restroom…" the girl babbled out after her long swig, fortunately loud enough to be heard of the loud music and ruckus of the house party they were currently attending.

"Oh yeah!" Ino giggled, loudly, obnoxiously. "Don't die Hinata." As if she would. "And while you're at it, why don't you try to scope around for Itachi? I heard he lives in this house and he's super hot. You might just get lucky toniiiiiight."

Even through her drunk consciousness, Hinata knew exactly what the blonde was getting at, and blushed madly.

She'd seen the Uchiha maybe once or twice, but never interacted with him. The most she could remember was that long, dark brown hair of his (probably died) pulled back into a ponytail by a simple red band, along with those striking eyes that seemed to appear a near crimson in the light.

He and his younger brother were the big talk on campus. Itachi stole the hearts of both men and women because apparently he went both ways. Her small group was constantly plotting ways to wring the boy in, even if the possibility of doing so was very slim. He was elusive, and probably very aware of his status on campus. A few hormonal freshman girls like them would not stand much of a chance.

And Hinata, fairly ambivalent on such a scheme, could only listen to her loins that were practically begging for her to head to the restroom. She slipped away from her friends and stumbled up the stairs with much struggle, her short skirt revealing quite an eyeful if someone were to be watching from below.

She made it up, unaware of the glances that shot in her direction from upperclassmen boys, their eyes glazing over her cleavage that spilled from her tight v-neck (complimentary of Ino).

Hinata looked around, entirely unfamiliar with her surroundings. There were two directions for her to choose from, and in her inebriated state, she started wandering down one hall randomly. There, she only found doors with names sloppily pasted upon them, but not one that looked like a bathroom to her.

Assuming she'd gone the wrong way, she whined in mild frustration and turned the other direction, barely squeezing past a group of rowdy boys. One shouted out to her, something having to do with rack, but she did not bother to answer.

Hinata still had no luck finding the restroom on this side either.

By now she was desperate, squeezing her thighs together impulsively even though this further impaired her ability to walk well. She noticed a door to a room cracked open, faint light pouring out into the otherwise dark hallway.

Though she would've been more timid and polite upon entering another's room, she knocked loudly, poking her head through the crack in the door before she received permission to enter.

"U-Um, excuse me...where's the...the restroom?" Hinata uttered out more coherently than she expected. The head she had been talking to turned around, and her urge to pee increased tenfold.

Those eyes that she remembered so well were staring back at her, curiosity flashing across them before his face reverted back to an impassiveness.

"I'll show you." he rose up from his place on a couch, walking past her and out into the hallway.

Obediently, Hinata followed closely behind, her eyes shifting back to the red band that kept his hair in place.

"Yo, Itachi!" One of the boys in the boisterous cluster bellowed. "Why aren'tcha downstairs?"

"I had some business to handle." was his clipped response, his voice rather dry.

"Psh, dude that's wack."

"I might join, later." Later as in he probably would be the one to disperse the party. Surprisingly, he had actually coordinated this party with his friends who also resided within the house. But when the night came, he hadn't been feeling it.

"Here." Itachi was now addressing Hinata, who had just seconds ago ran into his back when he had stopped short.

Flustered, she squeaked a thank you before practically running into the restroom.

In most cases, others would've left her be, but Itachi stood outside until she was finished.

The furtive glances the other men stole in the direction of the bathroom said it all. He wouldn't allow them to do something to her, especially in such a vulnerable state. Such men put a bitter taste in his mouth, and it pissed him off even more that they were in his home.

Itachi leaned near the door frame and waited, not really listening in on what was going down in the restroom until-

Aaugh!

The door flew open, and he saw the girl's head practically dipped in the toilet bowl.

With some urgency, he rushed over and swooped her hair over her shoulder and behind her back as she continued to hack up whatever was beginning to make her sick.

The girl must've had way too much, and perhaps not of the good stuff either.

Itachi would save his questioning and lecturing for later as he continued to hold her hair back, fingers stroking over the strands slowly in an effort to comfort.

Painful minutes passed and Hinata eventually pulled away, allowing Itachi to take a few steps back.

"I'm sorry.." an apology was the first thing that came out of her mouth, struggling to stand up, and proceeding to slip on the flimsy rug that was in front of the toilet.

Itachi wrapped an arm around her smaller frame and helped her stand on her feet. He did not respond to her apology and instead flushed the toilet with his foot and walked her back down the hallway, a vice grip on her shoulder. He ignored the stares of their observers with ease, promptly shutting his bedroom door behind him.

"Take this." He handed her a bottle of a clear substance.

Hinata, still intoxicated, thought he was offering her vodka, and accepted it with a broad smile.

Within seconds, she tasted the bland, underwhelming taste of water and whined, pulling the bottle back from her lips to reveal a pout.

"I'm not that dr-drunk…"

'Like you just didn't puke out your guts…' he thought.

"You're not going anywhere until you finish that bottle." His voice was steady, almost cold. From that tone alone, she knew he meant what he said.

With another soft sigh, she drank the water at a reasonable pace, eyes floating around the room.

It was a typical college-like room, nothing too special. There was another bed on the other side, which indicated that he had a roommate who wasn't present at the time. Between the two sides of the room, there was a couch only big enough to fit two people if they were sitting upright, a square shaped table, and a flat screen television, currently not in use.

Itachi took a seat back on the couch, flicking through his cell phone, though he looked over at the female occasionally. He made no motions to initiate conversation, only observed her.

Petite with quite an innocent and round face. Long hair that was an almost midnight blue with eyes that were violet. She looked quite gifted in the breasts and curve departments, and this was put on full display by her rather scandalous outfit.

He could only assume she was a freshman, not by her irresponsibility or get-up, but just the entire vibe he was receiving from the girl.

Their eyes met in those moments and she asked with measured hesitation, "A-And your name is?"

A look of relief crossed his features. She either had not heard of him (and was therefore, not on the hunt for him) or she just really was too drunk to remember his name being said only a couple minutes ago.

Regardless, he answered, "Itachi."

Her face lit up, in a way that he found somewhat cute, and she giggled. "I-I found you…"

"You were looking for me?" his face would've shown his bitterness, but somehow he felt the need to be soft with this girl. She didn't seem to be pursuing what was in his pants.

"Well, my friends w-were…"

Ah.

"And your name?"

"H-Hinata…" she took another drink from the bottle, this time, finishing it all up.

"Are you a freshman?" he wondered if his assumptions were true.

"Yes."

"You should be more careful with your drinking. You can get hurt." Once again, his tone was icy and almost harsh as it had been before.

Those words made her look down, but she nodded slowly. It was fun, she would have argued. Especially with her friends. She felt more confident, more competent, and much sexier. Most of all, it was an escape from her rather dreary, boring reality.

"S-Sorry…" she slid off his bed, standing up straight as best she could to offer him an appropriate bow, though doing so almost caused her to tip over.

Itachi had to hold back a laugh. To him, she seemed so sweet, and nearly innocent…

"There's no need to apologize."

"I've put such a burden on you b-b-by not being responsi-sible…"

"Not necessarily. I'm not doing anything of importance."

"Oh…" she immediately straightened up, her mood changing upon his response. Hinata walked over and took a seat by the boy on the squished couch. Well, if she had found him, why not see what happens if she were to stay around? Hinata felt guilty for thinking such naughty thoughts, but it happened all the more easier since she wasn't sober. Besides, this Itachi guy was attractive. Wouldn't her friends be proud?

Feeling rather uninhibited, she reached over and felt the shiny wallet chain clasped to his belt loop. "Th-this is pretty…"

"Thank you." a grin was on his face, mainly out of amusement at the drunk girl's flightiness.

"Y-you paint your nails too?" Small hands reached for one of his, wrapping her digits around his palm as she observed his hand closely.

"I do." They were a dark purple, a rather pleasing color to the female. And she couldn't help but wonder the things his slender fingers could do.

A blush crept onto her cheeks as she thought this, and it was not unnoticed by the male.

"Are you hot?" Itachi asked, looking over to see if he should switch on the fan.

She shook her head vehemently, still grasping his hand. "I just...I just thought of something."

"About?"

"Your fingers are...n-nice." She visibly swallowed, her face seemingly getting even redder by the second.

Though she was now descending into the department of the other fangirls on campus, she was so adorable to Itachi, and he really did want to devour her. Despite how responsible and disciplined he appeared outwardly, his partners knew all too well how alive his sexual libido was. This had been news for many.

However, doing anything with her right now, wouldn't be in good taste. He wanted her sober. Itachi was a man of much self-control, and he could hold off.

"It's odd that thinking about my fingers would make you so red." But he had very little control when it came to teasing, and snarky remarks, a characteristic he had developed in the recent years. He wanted to see how red that cute face of hers could become.

"Tell me, what were you thinking of specifically?"

Hinata absolutely could not vocalize her thoughts. Besides, this was only something she'd heard from her friends, but she'd never actually experienced before. The furthest she got was that one guy feeling between her legs while they were making out, but that was about it.

In other ways, she had tried to pander to the needs of these boys, but she'd always freeze up- the words and encouragements from her influential friends never reached her in those crucial a result, she was pretty much experience-less, and in the eyes of someone like Itachi, she couldn't help but feel even more anxious about this fact.

She shook her head at his question, her eyes moving away from his. Besides, she had to go to the restroom again.

"I-I-I need to go to the restroom."

Perhaps he'd gone too far.

He stood up again and led her where she desired to be, the persistent clusters outside the doors having vacated downstairs by then.

Itachi waited once more, this time flashing a soft grin when she had exited the restroom, looking more refreshed, and less like a drunken damsel.

"Feeling a little better?"

She nodded with a warm smile. The more she peed, the more she was starting to feel like herself and remember things.

"I-I'm sorry." Hinata said once more, "I keep saying really weird things…"

"You don't have to apologize." Itachi coaxed. A chronic apologizer she was, and perhaps it was coupled with low self-esteem too.

"Are you going to contact your friends?" As much as he was pleased to have potentially made a new friend, it was best they part ways before it grew too late.

She perked up at the mention, then answered, "My phone is still in your room…"

And once they'd walked there, she checked her device, sliding to their group chat.

There was a flurry of messages, most with massive typos and some pictures taken of them all by unfamiliar people behind the phone camera. Through more reading, Hinata realized they had already left the party, running off with some frat boys. They'd left her.

Suddenly, she did not wish to see them again.

"I...I think I'll head back."

"With your friends?" He would walk her to them.

"They...left me." her sadness was clearly indicated in her tone, her eyes flickering away from his as she bit her lip.

Itachi immediately got a sense of what sort of friends she had. He reached over and retook her hand to console her.

"I can drive you back."

"They all live near me."

He nodded in understanding. "I don't mind you staying here for the night."

She shook her head. "I don't want to bother you any longer.."

"If you were bothering me, I wouldn't be here right now."

Thinking on that a little further, she nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Itachi-san."

"It's not an issue."

Without further thought, she had crawled up on the boy's bed, her buzzedness still not making her do the most polite of choices. But the bed was warm and smelled nice. Like him. With a small inkling of hope, she hoped he would cuddle her, an activity she found to be intimate enough but relaxing. These desires of hers were expressed through a soft groan of contentment, her petite form balling up underneath his comforter.

"Do you want a blanket?"

"I-I'm fine." her eyes and the top of her head were only visible to him now. But riskily, she asked, "Itachi-san, could...could you join me?"

He raised an eyebrow. Really, he'd planned on sleeping in his roommate, Shisui's, bed tonight, so that she was comfortable.

But the narrow beds meant that they weren't going to have much distance apart from another. Frankly, they'd nearly be on top of one another. But she was fine with that.

"Sure."

The loudness from the party had died down somewhat, but there were still guests present. Either way, he knew his housemates would settle it down once it got to a certain time.

Itachi slipped off his shirt and pants, getting into more comfortable clothing.

Hinata's eyes wandered over, acknowledging how slender yet built he was. Not like an athlete, but enough to express just how well he took care of himself. Imagining herself pressed against him or even feeling along his body caused her to shudder, a tingly feeling traveling southward.

This was embarrassing, and Hinata felt improper for having such sexual attractions to someone she had just met.

She covered her face in her own guilt as he was just about to enter the bed, rousing a soft chuckle from the boy.

"You want me to get in, correct?"

The bulge in the covers slowly shook up and down. She had asked for this, after all.

"Uncover your face."

She slowly peeled the cover away from her, face still as pink as it was prior.

He slid in next to her, running a hand through her long hair, only partially disheveled by the friction with the sheets.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Itachi-san..I thank you…"

Lavender eyes blinked in rapid succession as she then felt his soft lips on her forehead. She yearned to know how they'd feel against hers.

Hinata grasped his shirt, pulling him closer to her, but stopped short.

Those eyes of his looked into hers, enticing, yet petrifying. Suddenly, she was too shy to even attempt to give him a goodnight kiss.

He flashed another soft smile, hand moving up to continue cradling her head, fingers rubbing gently along her scalp. Itachi hardly treated his other partners like this, and yet this girl he was growing rather fond of quickly.

Her eyes slowly slid shut, the ministrations upon her head making it all the more easier for her to fall asleep.

He watched her for what felt like an hour, intrigued by her beautiful sleeping face. He battled with chronic insomnia and hardly could catch a good night of sleep, but tonight might be the night he could.

He closed his eyes after a while, focusing in on her restful, heavy breathing, feeling her chest rise and fall against his own.

Hinata woke up, her mouth and throat feeling parched. She was direly dehydrated and needed water. To make matters worse, her head was already feeling heavy.

She turned her head slowly, the steady breathing from the young man indicating he was asleep. She really didn't want to wake him up.

Slowly, the girl tried to rise from the bed, but knew she had failed when the arm around her tightened.

"Sorry!" She whispered apologetically, a frown on her lips as she'd awakened the other.

"Do you need water?" Itachi didn't really care if he'd been awoken. Shisui usually kept him up anyways with his antics, and he was a light sleeper.

Hinata nodded, guilty for making him get up as well as constantly being taken care of by him.

As soon as he left the bed, she felt cold, her body shivering as she watched him walk over to the mini fridge and fish out another bottle of water.

She retrieved it from him, scooting over practically into the wall to let him back in.

Silence consumed them as Hinata drank over half the bottle within just a few gulps.

"Better?" He inquired, to which she nodded.

"You don't understand how much I appreciate this. You...you could've done much worse things. O-Or not helped me at all." Her voice was weak from sleep-drunkenness and the overall hangover her body was slowly succumbing to.

Itachi knew well enough what she meant. He looped an arm back around her, observing her closely once more.

From their sleeping he noticed the lace of her bra falling out of her collar. He tried his hardest not to examine it any longer. He shamed his own carnal desires.

"I wouldn't think to do such a thing. You are lucky, though. I cannot speak for any of the other men you could've came across." Most importantly, he was glad he met her. Even if she was one girl out of the thousands that inhabited campus, no one had attracted him as much as she had so quickly. And Itachi thought he was growing too soft. Sentimental. He didn't want much to do with relationships or even love at this point, but why did he want to keep her around more or treat her like a princess?

"You're so kind Itachi-san. From how popular you are, I thought you wouldn't be."

"And I don't blame you." He remarked candidly, knowing full well the assholes that some of the most popular students were.

She giggled at his blunt tone of voice, taking a smaller sip from the bottle before placing it elsewhere.

"I suppose we should head back to sleep?"

"If you'd like."

There was a slight pause, Hinata feeling those butterflies of shyness once more. Not only was his response vague, he was so close. It wouldn't hurt to steal a kiss right?

There had been some obvious tension between the two of them all night, from Itachi's side, his sudden attraction, from Hinata, her curiosity for the male, sex, and her desire to achieve a milestone.

Perhaps her thoughts were own full display, not realizing her eyes had drifted to his lips.

Quite smoothly, he angled her head up so she was looking right at him before pulling her in for a soft kiss.

It was tender at first, their lips simply moving upon the other's, getting a feel for each other's softness, warmth, breath...

Then Hinata took a risk and began to nibble at his lower lip bashfully, her heart beating soundly in her chest. And by how close they were, she was sure he could feel it.

Itachi quickly accommodated her, pulling back to remove himself from her playful grip before attacking her lips this time with much more fervor.

The girl gasped softly, parting her lips enough to allow his the intrusion of his tongue. Their warm muscles met, mingling and savoring one another's taste.

The faint taste of the cheap alcohol she had consumed hours prior was barely present, and Itachi couldn't help but akin her essence to something sweet.

As her tongue was getting suckled on, she let out a low moan, her hand clawing at his dark locks, body pressing against his even more.

After a few more moments, he pulled back, asking, "Have you done it yet?"

"U-um.." she hadn't expected the question so suddenly. "No..."

"Would you like to?" This was unconventional for even him to ask. Itachi naturally just went along with the flow, but it'd been a long while since he'd dealt with a virgin. He had to show her the ropes, and be gentle-something that he wasn't accustomed to doing.

Hinata blinked, pondering the fact. Though she had started the night off wanting to lose it, in her sober state of mind now, she was too uncertain.

Her expression and hesitation said it all, and he added, "I understand." He wasn't bitter about the fact in the slightest. Actually, he was glad. If he were to take her virginity (if she'd allowed), he'd want to do it at a better time.

"B-but…" she looked crestfallen then as she bit her lip, trying to find the best way to piece together her most truthful thoughts.

"Yes?"

"I-I well..." her throat closed up out of pure anxiety, muting any further words for a second or two. Her friends-well, then friends- would've prompted her to be forward. But she wasn't doing this for them anymore. It was for herself.

"I'm wet." Despite her frankness, she couldn't muster the courage to meet his eyes in those moments.

"If you'll allow me, I'll touch you."

Oh she would like that a lot. That one guy was rough, and clearly didn't know what he was doing. But Itachi...if his fingers had stolen her interest than much earlier, than the thought of him touching her private area got her even more hot.

"Please." She couldn't believe that had came out of her mouth.

No more words were needed then. The distant, genius Itachi that most of his closest family, colleagues, and professors knew was replaced with a man of formidable sexual hunger and prowess. It'd taken years for this individual to become into full fruition, but experiences and the opportunities this campus offered for him had unleashed this.

With ease, Itachi turned her around to a position where he was practically spooning her.

"You're not so innocent, are you?" He whispered into her ear as one of his hands snaked downwards, into her skirt and underwear. "But you have a confident streak in you."

"I-I-I…" She was back to the bumbling shy girl she was, a blush was ever so apparent on her cheeks. Her body shuddered as she felt his hand grace across her body like that. His touch was gentle, but assertive.

"You should know it's okay to admit when you want to do something naughty, Hinata-chan." his voice was husky, quite impressed by her assertion early. Hinata felt like putty in his hands then.

She gasped out as his digits contacted her sticky folds, a single digit rubbing between them slowly, teasingly, while the other rested on either side, gauging for another reaction.

"Has anyone else ever touched you before?"

"O-once…" her thighs instinctively tightened around his wrist as a finger had flicked her bundle of nerves coyly.

"Was he any good?"

Hinata squeaked as now two fingers rubbed her damp lips, his thumb now tapping at her clit.

"I don't...I don't…"

"Open your legs wider for me, sweetheart."

She complied slowly, body shuddering with each touch and flick of his fingers. His fingers continued familiarizing themselves with her sex before he tried to penetrate her with one. He met resistance.

"You really are a virgin." he was whispering this more to himself, but decided he would not break her. Not yet. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped he'd have the privilege of taking her innocence someday.

"Y-Yes…" she could practically feel her juices running down her thighs, two fingers of his now focusing on her sensitive pearl, rubbing it in circles gently.

Such a simple action made her feel so good. Hinata had never experienced an orgasm before, so she didn't know what to expect.

Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling at these movements, a moan falling from her lips seconds later. She suddenly wanted him to feel good too.

Reaching back, her hand slid down his stomach towards his crotch, rubbing at it, sure enough feeling a bulge. Her friends had told her this was what guys liked and would surely get them to feel good, if even a little. But before she could proceed with another caress, he had grabbed her hand. "If you don't want to lose your virginity tonight, you shouldn't do that." his voice was breathy and wasn't hostile, but was full of warning.

He couldn't allow her to get him fully hard. Because if she did, he would have no choice but to fuck her relentlessly.

"S-so-"

"You don't have to apologize." Itachi would have to fix that apologizing problem of hers.

While his other hand worked their magic between her legs, the other drifted up her shirt and underneath her bra.

Her breasts were substantial in size and soft. He could only imagine how much fun one could have with them (though he was more of an ass guy).

He kneaded one gently with his palm, fingers eventually finding a bud.

"Does it feel good?" he questioned, his fingers down south having spread her folds apart to allow for best access to her needy clit.

"M-Mhm…" Hinata's lips were sealed shut, trying not to make anymore noises she found embarrassing or would be disruptive.

Her silence wasn't missed by him. "Moan for me, Hinata." Feeling her body trembling told him all too well how much he was affecting her. And yet, what he was doing was so simple. Fuck, he just wanted to corrupt her so bad.

His command was fulfilled, and she whimpered out when he pinched at her nipple, the fingers on her womanhood increasing in pressure.

All the while, that hot knotting feeling was increasing in her core, the stimulation upon her clit becoming more and more overwhelming by the second.

"I-Itachi…" she didn't know what was happening, but she feared she was going to have an accident on him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I-It's…a-aungh!" She moaned out loudly, his fingers now pinching at her clit, preventing any more coherent words from escaping her.

"Then cum, princess." He alternated between swirling his fingers around her hardened bud and pinching it, his digits well coated in her honey. God, he wanted to eat her out so bad, but he would save that for another time. And he would make sure there would be another time.

Her hips started moving raggedly against his fingers then, that sensation in her pelvis slowly building with each grind.

Smirking, he nibbled at her the conch of her ear, seconds later hearing a low moan among frantic pants, liquids drenching his fingers. Perfect.

She shuddered drastically against him, Itachi leaning down to meet her lips in a comforting kiss.

It only lasted for a few moments before he retracted both his hands, the one soaked in her juices promptly meeting his mouth.

Hinata watched through cloudy eyes as he lewdly licked and sucked at his fingers, those fingers, like a hungry man. Her taste was absolutely amazing to him, and he was a bit miffed that he didn't just bury his face between her legs.

"Ready for sleep?" he asked casually as if nothing had happened, re-adjusting himself now.

And Hinata could only nod, blushing, her heart beating fast in her chest from her recent high, and also, from him.