Author's Note:
HELLO WONDERFUL PEOPLE!
Yes, I am alive! I'm so sorry it's been so long since my last update, graduating college and other life things made writing difficult. Thank you all for the lovely comments and kudos, they got me through some rough times and encouraged me to write when it was the last thing on my mind.
Well, I FINALLY finished this chapter. It's long, smutty and fluffy. Sorry not sorry lol.
It hasn't been fully beta'd yet and isn't my best work, but I sat on it for so long and futzed with it more than I have with any other chapter. And also ended up writing the entire next chapter along with it, somehow...
I'll have the next chapter out very soon and will continue to update the older ones. :)
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-J.E.
WARNING: SMUT AND ALCOHOL USE AHEAD. NSFW.
Also, there is unprotected sex ahead. But, please, always use protection and birth control. For the purposes of the fic, they have been left out.
Enjoy! XD
"Fuck me…" I groaned, smashing a palm into my forehead.
Oh, boy. Why didn't you think he'd hear something while he was out?
"Don't worry, I got another room. You can get back to fucking as soon as we're done chatting. I'll make it quick." Kisame sniggered.
"Oh, thank Kami…" The internal thought sputtered from my lips in a mumble under my breath. Kisame threw a hand on his stomach. His bellowing laugh so loud the floor rippled vibrations under my feet. I wanted to run. To hide. Maybe even behind the fish-shaped snacks in my hands. But, alas, my pride wouldn't allow it..
Drawing in a thick sheet of air into my lungs, I pushed away the crushing embarrassment the best way I knew how—sarcasm. "I mean, what? You got another room? I can't possibly imagine why you'd do that." It took a tremendous amount of effort to keep my face looking half normal as I spoke. Kisame automatically devolved into a sniggering mess.
Oof... Are you sure you need more wine?
Stifling the giggles still suddenly spilling from my lips, my eyes unwittingly drifted over to Itachi. He held a hand over his mouth, trying to stile his own snickering.
Oh, God. Now he's laughing at you? Yeah… more alcohol is needed.
The dark brown Sake bottle stuck out from its spot on the light wooden nightstand. And Itachi standing directly beside it. That terribly charming smirk still pulling at his kiss-swollen lips.
Taking the bottle off the table for a sip, his hooded eyes scanned me up and down. That sultry look swooped in like a shot of adrenaline to my sinful heart. Skipping a few beats, it took off like it was going to burst clean through my chest.
"Sora-chan, I snagged a second room when we first showed up. You two have been eye-fucking each other for weeks now. A lot like you're doing right now."
Blinking in disbelief at his comment, I shook my head lightly side to side in an attempt to regain a bit of focus. I turned to face Kisame, "Tell me you did not just say eye-fucking…" The words sounded strained from Itachi's staring. I held onto some shred of hope that the lightheartedness would serve to calm my erratic pulse.
"I did. There was a lot of eye fucking, amongst other things—oof!" A burst of deeper humiliation deemed it time to shut Kisame up via chucking a pillow directly into his smug face. It was an effective method.
"Nice throw." Itachi muttered from right behind me.
"Ah!" With a squeak, I vaulted away in surprise at his suddenly very close proximity. My heel catching the edge of the bed left me stumbling backwards.
This whole sneaking up on me thing cannot remain a thing…
A hand shot out to catch my wrist. Itachi let out a breathy laugh, "Foolish girl… Hold still, I'm doing you a favor."
My wide eyes attempted to blink away the shock as his fingers slipped to the misbuttoned clasp at my neck.
"So, Kisame. What did you hear when you were out?" Itachi asked, taking his time rebuttoning my qipao.
Kisame cleared his throat of the residual laughter, "Just that our dear, little Sora-chan is quite famous 'round these parts for being an absolute menace in the arena."
My wide-eyed gaze went even wider as they met Kisame's. "En apparently has a very special opponent fighting and thinks it will force you to lose. That he's been pissed at the 'Blood Bandit' for years. Because she demolished every one of his combatants. And took one of his favorite Kekkai Genkai users."
The mention of that horrendous name grated against my ears. "Hey, Kisame, we get the point without the name. So, how about we not repeat it again, hm? " I threatened with a haughty tone and a cheeky grin.
A subtle flash of anguish flickered over Itachi's cool demeanor. Calloused skin of a warm hand cradling my cheek, sweeping a soothing thumb over the scorching flesh. My jaw relaxed, causing my lips to part in disbelief at the comfort hidden in the simple gesture. "Sora, you should've said something." Itachi muttered, hurt pinching his brows together.
A piece of my heart shattered as my glance fell to Kisame, a similar pain plastered over his chiseled, blue face. "Why didn't you tell us after we got the mission?" The softness of his shark-like features served to further fracture my breaking heart.
Woah, I hurt their feelings. Look at them, they look like lost puppies.
"Look, I understand that I should have told you both sooner. And I'm sorry for not…" Sucking in a breath, I stood a bit straighter. Shifting in place to fight my internal desire to implode at the growing discomfort of the whole situation.
"I'm just used to carrying the weight of things myself. And I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. I don't need you two to get tied up in my bullshit." I professed, allowing my gaze to drop to the floor.
"Well, whether you like it or not," Itachi started, smiling while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "We're now both wrapped up in your so called 'bullshit'." The way he used his fingers to air quote a swear word forced me to snort a laugh.
"Yeah. And some of us are a bit more wrapped up than others." Kisame chuckled and took a bite of his taiyaki, triggering me to do the same.
"Don't be gross." I shot Kisame a dirty sidelong glare as I chewed.
"Don't speak with your mouth full, Blood Bandit." Itachi quipped, smirking from ear to ear.
If looks could kill, the world would have been down another Uchiha. Swallowing with a hard glare, I stuck the chocolate snack between my teeth to free up a hand, then snatched the bottle from under Itachi's arm.
Watching his mouth begin to open, no doubt to protest, a golden opportunity presented itself. Smirking, I shoved the matcha taiyaki into his mouth. "Close your mouth, sweetie. You look like a trout."
With a pinch of his flushed cheek, I winked and chuckled at the dumbfounded man, leaving Kisame practically rolling on the floor laughing. I plopped down on the bed, bringing the bottle to my lips to knock back a couple sizable gulps.
"Wait, hold on a damn minute. He can say that name and not get yelled at, but I can't?" Kisame scoffed, standing up from the couch.
Grinning with mirth, I nodded, "Something like that."
"What would you do if he said he didn't like taiyaki?" Kisame titled his head.
All at once, the alcohol I'd chosen to reintroduce into my already overwhelmed bloodstream skyrocketed, leaving my filter in the dust. "I'd call him a fucking liar because he likes everything and anything that's sweet." I remarked with a tilt of my head, mimicking his posture from my seat on the bed.
"So, that's why he likes you so much... it all makes sense now." Kisame pondered, tapping a thoughtful finger to his chin, utterly unphased by Itachi's wrathful glower.
"Bitch, please!" I mocked. "I'm the farthest thing from sweetou both know it." My gaze dropped to the sole bite of food between my fingers before I shrugged and stuffed the morsel into my mouth.
"I'd beg to differ." Itachi muttered under his breath, loudly enough for me, and probably Kisame to hear.
I choked, sputtering a cough as the food I'd just begun to swallow lodged in my throat at his comment. "And that's my cue to split. Have a good time. Itachi, do me a favor and at some point, take a break from fucking and paint the lady's nails." He chimed before making a quick getaway.
"I can paint my own nails, thank you very much!" My hoarse voice hollered back.
Directing my gaze to Itachi, I shook my head and clicked my tongue, "Uneaten taiyaki is a sin in my book. You'd better finish that." Giving him a stern look, I crossed my arms.
After setting the partially eaten snack down on the table, rough fingertips tilted my chin upwards "Later. There are more important things to finish first." He purred, dark eyes growing half-lidded, lowering to meet mine. That look was like gasoline to the fire in my abdomen, reigniting it with a lustful fury.
Riding the wave of alcohol induced confidence, my arms snaked around his neck, bringing my lips to meet his in a timid kiss. I really had no clue what I was doing, but hell, it was worth a shot. I must've done something right as his hot lips pressed back gently against mine.
Pulling me up from the bed to my feet, he crushed me into his chest. I fought back a smirk at his thundering pulse.
Suddenly, his hands were everywhere all at once. Fingers wove into my hair while a hand slid along the curve of my waist, gripping my hip and pulling me ever closer. My body rose like the tide to swell into him. The mingling of our intertwined lips turning fervid with passion.
Letting my fingers slip down his chest, a small growl tore from his throat as my hand rubbed against the unmistakable bulge in his pants. A hand captured my wrist, stopping my fingers just before they could tug the knot loose. His soft lips grinned against mine at the frustrated little whine that escaped past my own.
After undoing the button of my kunoichi dress that he'd redone not even five minutes ago, he pulled away. With a playful push, I fell against the bed into the sea of messy sheets.
I puffed my cheeks out, "You're lucky I like you enough to let you push me–in more ways than one." A smile ruined my attempt to scowl up at the god-complex of a man, smirking while standing between my parted thighs.
In one swift motion, the navy shirt and mesh one underneath were gone. The sight of the defined ridges and contours of his muscular torso left my mouth went dry. With a breathy laugh, his fingertips fell to my thighs, dragging their way up under my dress before tugging at the fabric.
"Arms up, sweet girl." Flushing bright red, I averted my eyes and did as I was told. Long strands of blonde hair tickled my exposed skin while Itachi relieved me of my clothing. After throwing the garment off to the side, he lifted a brow at my arms reflexively shooting up to cover my bare breasts.
Itachi chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers before moving my hands away from my chest. "So bashful." He cooed. I gave him a timid smile, the layed back and watched as he undid the tie of his shinobi pants.
His long, thick length sprang free from its fabric cage, leaving me wide-eyed and blinking. Wrapping a hand around the engorged flesh, he stroked it lazily—a speck of precum glisten from the flushed tip.
Staring in disbelief, I was torn between unbelievable excitement and extreme fear—mostly for my internal organs. Another small laugh directed my astonished eyes upwards. The dusky pink staining his cheeks made my heart nearly burst from my chest in delight. For the first time, the stoic and complacent Uchiha was embarrassed . Adorable.
I giggled as he climbed over top of me, prickling the my skin with goosebumps as he traced the sharp curves of my hips. Slinking my arms around his neck, our lips locked. I savored their sweetness. The heat of his throbbing shaft resting on my exposed abdomen left my sex pulsing with need.
Rolling my hips, I moaned at the shred of relief I got from rubbing myself against his somehow harder length. With a low growl, he rocked his hips back into me, brushing rough fingers over my erect nipple before cupping my breast in a sizable hand. I was melting at the scorching trails his fingers traced along my exposed skin, exploring each contour and scar with delicate precision.
As a hand slid up to caress my cheek, his lips tearing from mine as herested his forehead on mine. Both out of breath from passion, I glanced into his half-lidded, glowing crimson sunsets, made all the brighter by the veil of pitch-black bangs falling around my face.
Itachi peered down at me, the lust in his gleaming scarlet irises flickered with a subtle concern. He stroked a thumb over my cheek. "Promise me that if you'd like me to stop, you will say so." The sweetness in his words rendered me speechless.
I felt safe. Cared for. Dare I say… Loved.
That scared me beyond words. It was the exact reason why I'd stayed far away from any kind of sexual relations. And honestly, I'd never wanted that kind of closeness with anyone… But something about Itachi made me actually crave that bond.
Oh, the irony. This was the same person who'd mentioned my longing for human connections and relationships. And there I was. About to form one of the strongest emotional bonds in existence. With none other than Itachi himself.
Lulling my head to the side, I placed a delicate kiss against his warm palm. "I'll tell you—I promise." I cooed and let my fingers slide to play with black tresses framing his handsome face.
After giving me a lovingly sweet kiss, he pulled away. "Are you ready?" He asked. With a small nod, I slipped a leg around his waist. The sensation of his scorching sex sliding along my soaking slit left me biting back a whine.
As his hand caressed the thigh wrapped around his waist, Itachi eased the smallest bit inside. I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth, trying to adjust to the foreign and slightly painful stretching.
After pausing for a moment, he pushing deeper. The growl that escaped his flushed, parted lips sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
That face could stay. But the intense stretching from his thick shaft pushing deeper needed to die.
Glancing at my white knuckles clutching fistfulls of the blanket, Itachi's brows knitted together.
Soft lips brushed over a wonderful sweet spot just under my ear. "Tell me what you need, sweet girl." He purred, pressing featherlight kisses over the sensitive skin of my neck and jawline.
It almost seemed like his candied kisses were his attempt to ease my discomfort. As if he could kiss the pain away.
I wasn't sure it would work, but damn, I would let him try.
His level of patience was next level to not outright throttle into me. And, honestly, I appreciated it more than he'd ever know. But there was something hiding in the wake of the pain. Something… good. I just needed him to rip the Band-Aid off.
"I-Itachi, ah—just do it," I choked out. An all out war for his precious self-control broke out in the blood red sunsets threatening to consume me whole.
"Please." A mischievous smirk pulled at his lips before he sheathed himself inside of me.
To say I was tight would have been the absolute understatement of the century.
The intense stretching and fullness had me crying out, my eyes slamming shut as my head fell against the bed. I resisted the urge to let my hands push him back by driving them into the muscular base of his abdomen resting flush against my core.
"Do you want to stop?" He asked, placing a sweet kiss against my flushed cheek. I felt stretched to the max, but I was slowly adjusting. With a shake of my head, I wrapped my other leg around his waist and locked him in place.
The fullness was beginning to feel better with every passing second. I let out a small whimper as he pulled out a bit, leaving an emptiness in my abdomen had me craving him inside me.
With a low moan, he sheathed himself again. A mewl passed the soft smile pulling at my lips as his engorged tip hit a delightful spot I never knew existed.
After another couple gentle thrusts, the pain had dissipated, replaced by the amazing sensation of his throbbing length against my slick walls.
Panting moans and the sound of slapping of skin filled the room.
Half lidded, densely lashes dripped with a furious passion I'd never seen. Frankly, I wasn't sure someone like Itachi was capable of oozing lust like that.
Boy, was I wrong. And I was glad to be.
My shred of conscious thought died when Itachi's wonderfully rough fingers slid to rub small circles around the swollen, sensitive nub.
Euphoric bliss forced a carnal moan to rip from my throat as my head lulled against the bed.
The waves of pleasure surged through me as he continued to slide in and out of my soaking core.
I was coming undone—absolute putty in the Uchiha's slender hands.
Each thrust wound the knot in my core impossibly tighter as my walls began to clench around him. Caught up in the pleasure as he was about to send me over tumbling over the edge, my eyes slammed shut.
He abruptly stopped.
With a whine, I gave him a disappointed look. He was leaving me dangling over the edge—and I was not a fan.
I'd to get him back for it eventually.
His sensual gaze and deep, seductive voice made my desire for him burn, "If you want to come, be a good girl, and keep those gorgeous eyes on me."
Those sensual words incited an otherworldly rush of arousal straight to my core.
A large hand found my erect nipple and gave it a soft pinch before pushing slightly into me at a painfully slow pace.
Most of the time, I loved Itachi's teasing. But, leaving me straddling the edge of my release was not one of those times.
"I will," I whimpered, biting my bottom lip, rolling my hips to try and push force him deeper. I was becoming desperate. "P-please."
He pulled back slightly, using a hand to prevent me from forcing him back into my slick walls. Smirking down at me, he stuck his nose up haughtily, "Please, what?"
"I-Itachi, please—" I whined with a pleading glance.
I gasped as he rolled a nipple harder between his calloused fingers. "Say it, and I'll let you come." The gruffness of his voice and sultry words had me almost coming right then and there.
The raising of his brow probed me to answer, "P-please, m-make me come." I finally choked out. The trademark grin grew downright sinful while he lifted my legs up to rest on his broad shoulders.
Placing a hand on my abdomen, Itachi sheathed himself, leaving me crying out at the pleasure of his throbbing sex nearly making my stomach bulge.
His hooded, glowing eyes flooded with a dark lust, feeling my full abdomen before snaking his hands around my thighs. His fingers dug into the soft flesh before he began pumping into much harder and faster.
As I approached the brink once again, his low moans grew a bit louder and labored, a clear sign his self-restraint was at its limit.
And so was I. Succumbing to the pleasure, a wanton expression took hold of me made as his thick tip stroked that wonderful place deep within my slick walls.
But, the rush of euphoric pleasure felt a bit different. Hot wetness dripped down my quivering legs as my vision went white.
Out of breath and still quaking, my eyes went wide in horror. Itachi's mouth hung open in disbelief, but the delight in his eyes reassured me.
"Fuck, you really are magnificent…" He didn't curse often, but it was hot. Unsheathing himself, he slid his soaked shaft up and down my slit.
My whimpering moan went up an octave the moment he tapped his flushed tip on the overstimulated button of nerves. Smirking he pushed his engorged member back into my still fluttering entrance.
Removing my legs from his shoulders, his hands pressed into the backs of my thighs, leveraging my hips upwards.
If I straightened my legs, they would have undoubtedly been by my ears.
A light squelching noise accompanied his unrelenting pace as he resumed thrusting into me.
Itachi's grip tightened as his brows pinched together. With one more hard roll of his hips, he pushed as deep as he could.
The most sensual and attractive sound tore from his throat. His sex twitched and throbbed, shooting white hot streams of seed inside of me, coating my slick walls.
With all of the human experimentation I'd endured, pregnancy was impossible.
And, holy hell was I glad. That sensation was outright addicting.
Out of breath, he let his head rest in the crook of my neck. After taking a brief pause, he kissed my collarbone and glanced up at me, eyes filled with heavy remorse. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"
"Pff," I blew a raspberry, "you think I would have let you if it wasn't okay?"
Breathing a laugh, he gave me a gentle kiss. A flicker of pride glimmered behind his crimson eyes as he withdrew his length, studying his hot, sticky essence spilling out of me.
Grinning, he leaned over the top of me to capture my lips once more. I giggled as he moved to my forehead, the tip of my nose, then back again to my lips.
My head lulled back against the bed, exhausted and happier than ever as he uncaged my body. "Want to go get cleaned up?" He asked, offering a hand to pull me upright. I tried moving, but my legs felt like they were made of lead.
I shot Itachi a pitiful look, "C-can you, um... give me a second? Or a year, maybe? I literally don't think I'm capable of moving..."
Giving me a half amused look, he silently swooped me up, carrying my still trembling body to the bathroom.
"Thank you..." I mumbled into the crook of his neck as we entered the bathroom.
"Hm," He hummed, still cradling me while turning on the shower.
"Wait, are we, uh—showering together?" I stuttered, hugging my bare body.
"We just had sex," he breathed, clearly trying to stifle his amusement. "And you're worried about taking a shower together?"
"I'm not worried." I lied, unsure of why the idea of taking a shower was somehow more intimate than sex.
With a lazy blink, he checked the water temperature, "Sora… when are you going to learn that lying to me is utterly useless?"
My eyes went wide, but not from the cool tile floor making contact with my feet. I folded my arms over my bare chest. "I just happen to like really hot water—that's all."
"Mm, right." He mumbled, turning the water up a bit before moving aside and opening the shower curtain.
Giving him a small pinch on his side, I moved into the flowing water. It was just the right amount of scalding. I let out a sigh at the soothing rivulets of water rushing down my blotchy skin. My gaze fell to note the slim, finger shaped red lines stretching over my hips and thighs.
The heat spreading over my cheeks rivaled the balmy water as a navy nailed hand skimmed the marks as Itachi stepped in. Averting my shy gaze, something dark running down the drain caught my attention.
Trickles of deep crimson blood danced its way down my legs, swirling as it mixed with the untainted water. I let out a small groan.
"Are you okay?" Itachi asked, cupping my cheek with a hand, forcing me to meet his concerned charcoal irises.
I breathed a laugh, "Relax, I'm fine—it's normal. Unfurrow yourself." Giving him a saccharine smile, I smoothed the wrinkles of worry knitting his brows.
"That's a new one." He chimed with a small grin as the concerned expression softened. A little giggle escaped my lips while arms enveloped me in a tight embrace, crushing me against his chest. Letting my arms fall around his waist, I couldn't help but smirk at his pounding heart.
After holding me for what felt like a blissful eternity, we cleaned up and headed off to bed.
I crawled under the ocean of blankets, exhaling a breath of relief while slowly sinking into the mattress. Itachi slipped beside me and closed his eyes. An arm opened to scoot my small form into him. I happily obliged, smushing my cheek into his scorching skin and inhaling as I melted into him.
He felt like home.
Tipping my chin up, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Goodnight, my sweet girl." As my eyes fluttered open, two fingertips poked my third eye.
"Goodnight, darling ." I muttered, smushing my face into his strong chest. It rose and fell while he chuckled low as he squeezed me a bit tighter before sleep took hold.
I was once again in the shadowy room of one of Orochimaru's hideout. The biting sting of metal ensnaring my wrists gnawed at the torn skin. Shackles held me upright against a metal table cut and dug into the raw, bloodied flesh.
"She is incredibly resilient. Her tissue heals faster than any other specimen I've had the pleasure of examining." Orochimaru remarked and emerged from the shroud of the surrounding darkness. A chakra infused hand smashed into my chest.
Crack!
"Ahh!" The crunching of bone, accompanied by a hefty amount of blood sputtered from my lips with a cry.
A terribly familiar, monotonous voice replied from the shadows grated against my ringing ears. Blinking away the blurry vision and tears, the face that matched that wretched voice came into view. It was Danzo. There was no mistaking the bandages and small x-shaped scar cutting across his chin, no matter how sour and aged the years made him.
"The ribs I've just shattered will heal in about–" his purple enshrouded serpentine eyes glanced down at the small watch on his wrist. "A minute and a half."
"Good. She may be of use to me, after all." Danzo's monotonous voice sent a shiver down my spine. Taking a step forward, the darkness clung to his being like an aura of evil encircled him. Despite the rapid healing beginning to quell the pain echoing through my ribcage, my stomach churned in a violent frenzy.
Danzo stopped to stand directly in front of me. My bitter scowl collided with his one visible eye. "Is it the same amount of time no matter the damage? And is her chakra expenditure equal to the size and severity of the wound?"
"It would have to be." A man with glowing violet eyes added while stepping into the light, his fiery orange hair stuck out against the black of his red clouded cloak. Panic lifted the hard scowl pulling at my brows as the twisting spirals of Pain's Rinnegan bore into me.
Sora…
A deep, soothing voice cooed from someone in the wake of my fear. "Let's see what you're worth, girl." The sharp tip of a kunai flashed as Pain raised the weapon to press into the soft flesh of my throat.
"Sora!" The voice rang out again, echoing much more loudly. Gasping for air, I shot upright, quaking with fear. My heart thundered against my ribs. Hands reaching out in my peripheral vision had me leaping out of my own skin in surprise. Alas, I wasn't quick enough. They caught me and held firm.
What's the harm?
So, I did. My arms encircled him so tightly, I swore I was melting into him.
"Hey, you're okay. I've got you." Itachi reassured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head and rocking me gently.
After the shaking subsided, he lay back, "Do you think you'll be able to go back to sleep?" He asked. I shook my head subtly side to side. Frankly, after that dream, sleep would undoubtedly avoid me for the next three days. All but one of my captors. In one room. With me chained up, helpless. A place I despised being in.
It only compounded the unfortunate fact that I was bound to lose the match the next day. I clutched Itachi's warm body a bit closer.
"Look at me, sweet girl." I obliged. Spinning black and brilliant, glowing scarlet sent me spiraling into a deep slumber. Him and those damn eyes. They were beginning to steal my heart.