Author's Note:

Hello wonderful readers!

I'm sorry that this chapter is shorter than normal and is also unedited, I've been struggling a bit recently with my mental health and have been more down than usual, but I did it, finally... THE SMUT IS HERE! It's my first shot at literally anything of the kind and I wanted to put it out there to see what y'all think. There will be more coming soon... ;)

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy this chapter, it was actually a lot of fun to write. :)

Stay safe out there!

-J.E

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SMUT WARNING

"Boo," Itachi whispered from behind me. Oh, how the universe loved to spite me. It was just my luck. I'd walked straight into the very person I was trying to get away from.

I yelped and jumped back, "For Kami's sake, stop scaring me! How do you even do that?" I chided.

He silently peered down at me, seemingly agitated through dripping wet bangs, his bottomless, charcoal eyes looked like pieces of polished coal in the moonlight—his expression was deeply canny. He took a step towards me, prompting me to put my hands up as and speak light-heartedly, "Calm down, I was just jok—ah!"

I yipped as Itachi pinned my wrists over my head. My heart pounded, swallowing hard as deep onyx eyes lowered to meet my gaze. His head tilted just slightly to one holding it with unwavering intensity. Small droplets of water fell from his soaked midnight bangs.

A sly smirk lifted one corner of his enticing lips, "I don't think you want to play games with me, Sora…" His eyes briefly flitted to my gently parted lips.

If that kiss really meant nothing, then what's that look all about?

I wasn't quite sure why, but he had a way of bringing out a side of myself I thought long dead. I pulled out the most pitiful look in my arsenal and inhaled to speak. His lids slammed shut as a hard gust of air forced his bangs to fly away from his face. Itachi lifted his lids with a scoff, while I stood giggling and biting back my mirth by chewing my bottom lip.

He abruptly yanked my wrists forward to wrap them around his neck. I gasped as a slender hand snaked around my waist, pulling me to cradle me in his muscular arms. I froze. My wide-eyes peered up at him through the veil of inky-black bangs. He didn't spare me a glance and began calmly walking back outside. Headed straight for the spring.

"W—what are you doing?" He remained silent. A devious smile tugged at the corner of his thin lips. "Itachi… Seriously, what are you doing?" His smile grew wryer, stopping in front of the edge of the hot spring. "Do not even thin—" I was cut off by him tossing me into the scalding spring. Clothes and all. I broke the surface with a loud splash, shocking my much colder skin as the burning water swallowed me whole.

Wow, who knew he had that in him?

Trying to orient myself, I found my footing, and stood upright. Using my hands to part my sopping locks, I stared up at him shrewdly and spat out some water, "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" I said cynically and began wringing out my soaking hair.

The most beautiful sound graced my ears—Itachi laughing. Not snickering. Genuinely laughing. It was the most wonderful sound and forced a grin to erupt over my dripping face.

Wow, what I wouldn't give to hear that amazing laugh for the rest of my life.

He quelled his laughter in order to speak, "I said I would make you regret it, didn't I?" He goaded.

"Yeah, yeah—you got me… Congratulations," I deadpanned, hugging myself with my arms. "Can you please help me out now?" I whined. I extended my to Itachi and pouted my lip. The water dribbled onto the dry stones encircling the outside of the hot spring from the drenched sleeve of the yukata as I held out my hand.

Itachi sniggered to himself and took a step forward, gently brining my much smaller hand into his own. The stoic expression died while he studied the wet fabric clinging to me, exposing nearly every curvature of my body. I might as well have been wearing nothing. His precious self-control was wavering—a monumental win.

Ha, gotcha.

I shot him a mischievous grin, then gripped his hand firmly and tugged downwards, hard. His breath hitched as he tumbled straight into the spring with an even louder splash than my own. I clutched my stomach, howling with laughter and watched him stand.

Itachi huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, moving the dripping pitch-black tresses away from his thickly lashed eyes. He proceeded to sigh and wiped the water from his face. Delight danced in the midnight sky of his eyes as they softened, smiling at me while my boisterous boisterous laughter wracked my body. I slapped a hand over my mouth and tried to muffle the obnoxious sounds spilling from it.

"Cheeky girl," his voice went sultry. "I'll get you for that."

"Will you now, tough guy? You know what I think?" I chortled. Itachi responded with a haughty lift of his chin, the water glinted in the moonlight as it dripped down his cut jawline. The laughter bubbled within me at the words about to come out of my mouth. I readied myself to cut and run, "That you can bite me."

Itachi's slate-grey irises went dark. "Say that again… I dare you…" He threatened while narrowing his gaze.

"Bite me." I grinned, my words oozing sass. I whipped around and scrambled out of the spring.

"Not so fast," My eyes shot open in horror, feeling a rough hand snatch my wrist and yanked my petite figure backwards. I fell flush against Itachi's strong chest.

I froze as his hand snaked around my waist and pressed into my low abdomen, "You should be more careful about what you wish for," he breathed a whisper into my ear. I gasped as his mouth ventured down to nip my neck slowly, letting his teeth gently graze my scorching, wet flesh. The heat of his breath prickled the entirety of my skin with goosebumps.

I was in awe at his forwardness—but damn, it was hot. His hardened member pressed into my backside as his lips continued to explore the exposed skin of my neck, nipping it lightly. I moaned at the amazing sensation, arching my back instinctually to grind my ass against the stiff length.

With a low groan, his teeth suddenly bit down much harder, forcing me to gasp, loving the satisfied breath that fell hot against my scorching flesh, then placed feather light kisses sweetly over the stinging mark.

His tongue came to languidly caress my pounding jugular, feeling his slender fingers creep under the lining of my drenched yukata to cup my left breast, fondling it in his large hand. Itachi's forefinger and thumb brushing over the erect peak of my nipple before pinching it slightly, then rolling it between the wonderfully calloused pads of his fingers.

I whined a moan, overwhelmed and fighting to remain somewhat conscious as pleasure overtook my senses. I'd never felt so alive, each nerve in my body being ignited by his touch and quickly devolving into a mess of breathless, panting moans. I'd never taken the time to venture into the dangerous waters of sex, but clearly understood why people did. The carnal satisfaction was intoxicating; he was intoxicating.

He took his time feeling my waist, sliding his long fingers down my inner thigh and underneath the opening of my robe. His lips smirked against an extra-sensitive spot below my ear, then pecked and nipped my neck. My breath hitched as warm fingers slipped downwards, dragging a teasing finger over the arousal dripping from my entrance.

He exhaled a satisfied breath, "You've been wanting this, haven't you?" Itachi murmured sinfully. I nodded, blushing, feeling deeply ashamed at my own lustful admission. Despite being in a hot spring, I could still feel the hot, slick wetness between my legs.

He began massaging little circles along the slippery, sensitive bundle of nerves of my apex, growling a moan as I quivered and whined and arched my back against his somehow harder, throbbing sex. The tremors of ecstasy fanned the flames of the fire now burning in my abdomen. "You're so swollen and sensitive," he whispered sensually, "No one has touched you like this before, have they?"

"N—no," I choked out through a breathy moan.

"Do you want more?" Itachi said soothingly. I nodded fervidly, practically begging for him to continue as I rolled my hips to feel more of the wonderful friction, the pleasure was building into a coiling and unbearable tension.

"So needy," he taunted before slipping a long finger inside me. He skillfully curled it upwards slightly to stroke a sweet spot I never even knew existed. I whimpered as he delightfully worked it with his beckoning fingers, every movement acted like a vice around the intense tightening in my core.

He suddenly shifted his upper hand over to my unattended right nipple and gave it a hard squeeze. I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling my entrance stretch while another slender finger slipped inside of me. "My… and so incredibly tight," he purred before caressing my neck with his supple lips.

Itachi pumped the pads of his fingers against the little ridge within me, chasing what I knew was an orgasm. His pace became unrelentingly, the waves of pleasure from his ministrations left me a writhing, panting mess in his embrace, on the edge of losing my composure.

I felt my walls began to clench and muscles tighten around his long fingers pumping knuckle deep inside me, "Come for me, my dear," he cooed sweetly. Those five simple words did it.

I came undone, the intense waves of pleasure flooded me, forcing my knees to buckle, "F—fuck, Itachi!" I cried out. I saw stars, my body shook and convulsed in tandem with every spasm of my walls against his fingers. I moaned through shaking breaths as I rode out the most amazing, euphoric ripples of pleasure I'd ever felt.

He savored the feeling, not removing his fingers until I went limp against his chest and lulled my head back, out of breath from the passion. He chuckled smugly, then brushed a wet strand of hair out of my face, "I said I would get you, didn't I?" I breathed a laugh and slammed my lids closed shyly.

"Yo, you two are still out there?" Kisame's gruff voice came from the entryway to our room, "I finally have dinner—come in and eat!"

I went rigid, "Oh, fuck—I forgot about Kisame…" I muttered. I face palmed, pushing myself as far from Itachi as possible, then hollered back, "Just a second—thanks, Kisame!"

What. Just. Happened.

"If you forget that Kisame was here because of that, shouldn't I be the one you're thanking?" the complacency seeped from his sly tone. I shot him a dirty glare over my shoulder, while trying to cover myself up properly with the front of my sopping yukata. He simply snorted a laugh, splashing loudly as he pushed himself up and out of the spring.

Itachi reached a dripping arm out to me, then abruptly recoiled it the second our fingers brushed, "Can I trust you to not pull me in again?" I gave him a deadpan glance, blinking lazily before wiggling my fingers, urging him to help me out.

He smirked and offered me a wet hand, hauling me out of the spring and to me feet as swiftly as he had tossed me in. I peeked upwards at Itachi timidly, instantly flushing and dropping my sight to the charcoal stones beneath my damp feet at the fondness in his deep onyx irises.

"Let's go, we both need to eat something," I said softly, while hastily spinning on my heel to pad my way back to the room and shivered as a chilly breeze whipped past my soaking skin. I brought my arms up to hug my sides tightly, taking my eyes off the stone path in front of me to lock eyes with Kisame's half-lidded, smug glance.

Oh, no… Did he fucking hear you?

I cocked a brow at him as he stood in the threshold into our room, arms crossed with a towel in one hand and smirking so hard I thought it might break him. "What is that look for?" I said dryly, stepping past him and rapidly snatching the towel from his hand.

He didn't even acknowledge how I had stolen towel, he only snickered wryly, "So, who pushed who in?" I rolled my eyes, marching across the much warmer tatami matted floor to the bathroom to grab another towel from the pile, throwing it directly at his face.

"I splashed Itachi in the face and ran away, so he picked me up and threw me in the hot spring," I said plainly, briefly making eye contact with Itachi as he walked in, then quickly rescinded into the bathroom and striped off my sopping clothing.

"You did!?" Kisame scoffed, then roared with laughter as I wrapped myself in the towel and wrung out the drenched garment over the bathtub, twisting it hard between my hands. "Okay, so then why are you soaking wet, Itachi-san?"

"Sora tricked me into helping her out so she could pull me in with her," Itachi replied drolly.

"I did not trick you," I retorted defensively, hanging up my yukata on a towel rack, then opened the door and stepped out. I speedily retraced my steps to retrieve a dry robe, clutching the towel around my still chilled skin and kept my eyes locked on the woven, khaki colored tatami mats.

"You absolutely did," he shot back wittily.

And it was fucking hilarious.

I snorted a laugh at the amused undertone in his velvet voice "Okay, yeah—I totally did," I chortled, causing Kisame to howl again with laughter as I slipped back in and out of the bathroom to adorn the dry robe. My eyes floated over to the plates of rice, fish and tri-colored dango now covering the top of the little wooden.

"Help yourselves, Sora-chan I hope you like dango, because me and the old lady made a shit ton of it," Kisame said happily, towel in hand as he stepped outside to soak, "I already ate—I'm going out to soak fucking finally," A surge of shame and panic flooded me, my brows furrowed as I watched Kisame wink at Itachi, then strode off. I was alone with Itachi, again.

Why does he keep doing this to me?

I stared up at the ceiling and sighed inwardly, summoning all the courage I had to force my legs to move over to the table. My gaze drifted over to Itachi, already finished with a stick of dango and in now wore a dry yukata. I snorted a laugh at him, "Your love of dango is truly admirable," I said light-heartedly trying to break the suffocating tension.

"Do you not like it?" He said plainly, picking up another stick.

"I—um," I nervously laughed and rubbed the back of my neck, "I've never had it before…"

His darkly lashed eyes shot open, blinking lazily in disbelief, then smiled sweetly and handed me a stick, "Have one, you'll like it,"

My eyes flicked down to study the little green, pink and white dumplings, then back up skeptically at Itachi's reassuring smile. I felt heat creep over my cheeks and cautiously reached out to take it, nearly dropping it when a faint jolt of electricity tingled my fingers as they lightly brushed against his. I stared down at the food in my hand and bit into the squishy, little green dumpling on the end, overwhelming my palate with the flavor of sweet rice and matcha. It was awesome; I heard Itachi's faint snicker as my eyes widened.

He's awfully pleased with himself, is it from earlier?

I soured my expression, internally smirking at how rapidly his face changed to genuine worry, "It's too sweet—I don't like it," I uneasily stared into his bottomless charcoal irises, studying them as they narrowed shrewdly, that horribly wonderful Uchiha smirk came back full force. He knew I was lying; he was trying to make me crack. And damn, was he winning. I fought desperately not to let the growing, internal smirk to manifest, pulling my lips into a tight line and gnawing lightly on the inside of my cheek

He remained silent, intensely scrutinizing me, while crossing his arms and blinking slowly once more. I broke. The smirk emerged and I squeezed my lids shut, erupting into a fit of giggles as he chuckled heartily with me, "Nice try," he mocked. I lifted my lids to glance over at Itachi, smirking and chuckling mirthfully. I rolled my eyes and quelled my laughter enough to lift the sweet dumplings to my mouth to take another gooey bite.

"… Sora," He muttered. I tilted my head over to cock an inquisitive brow, at him, sitting cross-legged to my left at the table, "Where did that large scar running down your lower spine come from?"

I swallowed a bite and chuckled, surprised by his curiosity, "Oh, that? It's from a failed escape attempt,"

"That sounds about right," he teased, forcing my face go deadpan, "Would you care to elaborate?"

For him—yeah.

My gaze dropped to the now empty stick of dango pinched between my slim fingers, "My captors at the time were moving to a new location. They forced me to endure weeks of starvation and experimentation, torture was a last resort, if I was particularly uncooperative. I knew I wouldn't last much longer with them—I had to escape, or at least die trying," My voice trailed off aloofly as the horrific memories flashed through my mind.

I inhaled and willed myself to continue, "When we reached the forests and cliffs surrounding the Land of Fire, I took a gamble and jumped over the cliffside we were walking beside. I'd planned to land on one of the branches and sprint towards Konoha. That would have been all fine and well, if I hadn't been dosed with massive quantities of chakra suppressant before we'd departed. My foot slipped, shattering my back on a tree limb while I fell and lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in Orochimaru's lab—after he had pieced my burst vertebra back together," My voice was numb and devoid of emotion, knowing that emotion could potentially lead to tears—and I would have none of that.

"I didn't mean to pry—I don't know what to say," Itachi said sullenly. A pale, warm hand snaked it's way to grasp the balled up fist resting in my lap. My eyes flickered over to scan the ambiguous, earnest expression flooding his handsome features, brows furrowed solemnly. His fingers squeezed, "I appreciate you telling me—thank you, Sora."

I nodded faintly, giving him a small smile, opening my fist to squeeze his fingers back, "You're welcome, Itachi—you weren't prying either. You're the first person who's asked and I've actually told, so verbalizing it can sometimes be difficult," I retorted reassuringly. With one final squeeze of his calloused fingers, I pushed up to my feet and released my hold.

"I seem to be the first of many things for you," he stated wryly. I flushed beet red and slammed my lids shut, clenching my fists from the deep mortification accompanying his comment.

Fuck. You did basically tell him no one has touched you before…

"No one wanted to 'ruin or dampen my abilities' by hurting me in that way—I was lucky for that," I stated plainly, "And even when I travelled freely, I was focused on finding information on my family—and I never found anyone that I deemed worthy. It never really occurred to me." I inwardly chided myself for the embarrassing statement I'd just let slip. I heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose, "Can you... pretend you didn't hear that?" I muttered through gritted teeth.

"You believe that I'm worthy…?" He retorted, confident as ever.

"Yes. I mean, no—ugh. Never mind..." I sounded terribly flustered and face palmed before continuing, "Okay, I'm going to bed now, goodnight," the heat scorched my cheeks, spreading at an alarming rate from the profound level of mortification I felt. I sauntered over to my bed roll, hastily laid down and wrapped myself in my blanket.

"Goodnight, Sora," I heard Itachi's silken voice purred from just outside my blanket cocoon. He mumbled something inaudibly under his breath as I began drifting off into a peaceful slumber.