Warning: NSFW content

~

     You weren't sure what had happened between the two of you. Now that you had shared a kiss, which was seemingly heating up- and fast- you weren't sure where you stood with Itachi anymore. You kept casting him glances, and letting your eyes linger over him, but if he did notice, he wasn't prepared to let you know that.

      You didn't know if anyone else could feel it, their casual expressions told you they couldn't, but an air of tension seemed to be hanging just around you, ready to snap if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way.

     Eventually, while most people were placing bets on what would happen with the next pair- Pein and Konan- you stood and shyly made your way towards Itachi.

    "Itachi," You hummed to get his attention, and a moment later, he glanced back up at you. You gave a shy smile. "I-Uh, can we talk?"

     He gave nothing but a nod, before standing, coming up much closer to you than you had expected. Your face flushed but before you could step back, he was holding you by the elbow. He stared down at your for a moment which seemed to drag on, torturous considering you couldn't read whatever emotions were going through his eyes.

     He began to walk and you followed, no one but Kisame noticing the two of your leaving the room, and he just gave you a knowing smirk, which made your face flush and eyes widen before you were pulled out of sight. Soon, you reached the door to his bedroom. You were shocked he had brought you here, you hadn't seen anyone but him coming in and out, it was his private space, his own little bubble, and you wondered if you were really going to be the one to see inside.

     You were.

      The door swung open and he ushered you inside, closing the door behind you, before flicking on a lamp by the door, bathing the room in a warm, orange glow. The room was decorated in deep, moody colours; plum, crimson, black, royal blues and purples here and there. Dark wood shelves lined one wall, hardback book crammed tightly together, the opposite wall had a large plush bed pushed against it, small chests of drawers on either side, with more lamps on top. A dark wood desk stood a little way away from the door, and a plush sofa sat against the far wall.

     "Make yourself comfortable," Itachi said, moving towards the other lamps to flick them on, and you gave a nod, despite him not being able to see it, and moved towards the black leather sofa, with a plum throw and crimson cushions. You settled yourself back, crossing your legs and folding your hands in your lap. You probably looked composed, but from the intimate suggestions of the room, deep musky scent which perfumed the room, and simply being caught alone with Itachi, set a flock of butterflies loose in the pit of your stomach.

     "What did you want to talk about?" Itachi asked, sitting himself next to you, angling himself slightly towards you, so his knees brushed yours. You took a deep breath.

     "What happened in the closet..." You murmured, feeling your cheeks flood with heat in embarrassment.

    "I see," Itachi hummed, more to himself. "You think it was a mistake?"

      "N-No!" You nearly choked in your hurry to get your words out, was that really the impression you gave him? "I just... I wanted to know if this changed anything between us... Where do we stand now, Itachi?"

      Your eyes finally glanced up to connect with his, and while they were usually blank and unreadable, his eyes had become deep pools of swirling emotion, you could see it flickering just behind his eyes.

     "It all depends what you want. It could change nothing," He hummed, seemingly musing for a moment, before he leaned closer, one hand resting on the arm of the sofa, just across you, his face so close to yours, and you caught yourself holding your breath. "Or it could change everything,"

    You thought for a moment, lost in his eyes as they searched yours for any kind of indication of what you wanted, but he found none, or at least did not act on what he saw. The choice was solely yours, and if he was as willing as he said he was, your decision was easy.

      Your hands quickly cupped your cheeks and you brought him closer, smashing your lips up against yours, and he reacted instantly, as if he had been simply waiting for you to make the move he knew you would. He quickly moved himself over you, his hand resting on the arm rets, either side of where your head now laid.

    The kiss was beautiful, passionate and intense, but he pulled away from it all to quickly. He simply stared down into your eyes, admiring you, before something in his eyes seemed to click and he dove in towards your neck, instantly biting down on one spot, sucking roughly, and you let out a whimpering moan. How the hell had he found your sweet spot so easily?

     One of his hands began to slowly lift your shirt higher and higher, exposing your delicate skin, and once your neck was suitably covered in bruises, he pulled back just enough to lift your pyjama shirt over your head. You cloak had been long forgotten, back in the living room where everyone else was. It was the only sign you had been in the room that night.

     You hadn't wore a bra to sleep in, so everything from the waist up was exposed to Itachi's wandering eyes, and he quickly dove in, pressing his head between your boobs, dotting butterfly kisses in the valley between your breasts. His kisses began to travel lower as his fingers brushed and toyed with your nipples, occasionally giving a slight pinch, making you cry out and whimper, your back slightly arching.

      His fingers left your breasts to hook into the waistband of your pyjama pants, and he slowly pulled them down, his eyes searching yours with a devious look. Itachi found his own face flushing when he saw you hadn't worn panties, either. He spread your thighs further apart, before leaning in and gently taking your clit between his teeth, a devious grin pulling at his lips. Your face went crimson as you felt the pleasure wash over you when his tongue began to probe and toy with it. You cried out and your back arched completely off the bed.

     He pulled back and quickly whipped his own shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor next to the couch, before he pressed a single digit against your clit again, which made your legs twitch slightly, and you gasped as you felt him begin to rub, slow, hard circles. Your quiet moans became desperate cries and pleas, and soon Itachi chuckled and pulled away once more.

      He stood, only to kick off his pants and boxers, before pumping himself once or twice, and hovering over you.

    "Are you sure this is what you want?" Itachi asked, resting his forehead down on yours, his raven hair falling like a silky curtain against your cheeks, trapping you in a intimate word, so close, for you and Itachi only.

    "Yes," You breathed, taking a deep breath, "I love you,"

     "Y/N," He sighed happily, his face pulling into a rare, gorgeous smile which made you melt all over. "I love you too,"

     You felt his tip against you and you bit your lip as he slowly pushed himself inside you. It wasn't your first time, you definitely had experience, but this burning stretch was so different from anything you'd ever felt before. A long, drawn out moan escape you and Itachi groaned in response.

    His hips drew back before sliding him back in, torturously slowly, but the pleasure washed over you all the same. Your mind blanked, all you could think about was Itachi and the sweet pleasure, releasing quiet moans. You simply enjoyed the moment, and Itachi savoured the feeling of you, committing everything to memory, studying your expression, every movement.

    He soon began to pick up his pace, and your moans began to raise in volume, to cries and pleas as the pleasure began to drown you, your mind clouded by the feeling.

    You don't remember how long it went on for, but it seemed like a lifetime, yet not long enough. Your cries and pleas were answered by Itachi, slamming himself inside you as hard and fast as you could, to the point that pleasure tears were streaming down your face, mouth hung open in ecstasy.

      "Fu-u-uck!" You cursed, your back arching involuntarily and your legs twitching, whole body squirming under Itachi as you sporadically clenched around him, and you hit your orgasm with a high whine of his name, the pleasure rushing through you in fiery torrents. He quickly pulled out and released himself, his semen squirting out into his hand and on your abdomen as you stilled, and he let out a content sigh, shoulder slumping forwards.

     He stood and gabbed a tissue from his desk, cleaning himself and you, before he dumped it in the bin and scooped you into his arms. He slid into the fluffy crimson sheet of his bed with you, and held you close against him, cradling you delicately.

    "I love you, Itachi," You mumbled sleepily, a dopey smile on your face as you glanced up at him through rapidly closing, tired eyes.

    "I love you too, Y/N," He whispered, watching you slowly drift to sleep, before tucking his head in against yours, head buried in your hair, breathing in the sweet scent as he fell into slumber.

    Safe to say, everything had changed.

~