Although Itachi says that he's patient, [Name] is not. Yet she doesn't know how to approach them. She doesn't know the first step of seducing any of them either. The last time she had sex with one of them, it just happened.

Not to mention their culture of courting is entirely different. Women could make moves, but nothing would go anywhere until the men returned the affections. For example, Hinata did all that squeaking and stuttering for 19 years straight for Naruto to confirm his fondness for her last minute. Same with Sakura. Now look who has Sasuke wrapped around her finger? Some woman in another dimension.

Men do everything in the relationship according to their culture. So, wouldn't it seem aggressive if she made the first moves?

[Name] turns within the blankets. Itachi is still in the realm of dreams. His chest rises and falls gently, his soft snores evident of his humanness. His realness.

A more aggressive approach might work however, she muses, leaning up to his ear.

"Itachi," she whispers. It rattles him just enough to break the sleep spell. He hums to assure her he's listening, eyes still closed. "Can I touch you?"

"Of course." His morning voice makes her core shudder with delight. It's deeper, raspier than his normal voice.

Her hand glides down his bare chest. She wastes no time reaching for his grey sweatpants, diving below them for the prize beneath.

"Oh," Itachi mutters, still half-sleep. She strokes the dead to life, Itachi slowly opening his eyes in the process. "Good morning."

She smirks, pushing his sweatpants to his knees. "Good morning."

Pushing the blankets back to reveal his legs, she positions herself between his thighs. She engulfs him into her mouth. Itachi sucks in a breath, fully waking up. "Oh, God."

With one hand, she strokes the base of his penis while her tongue swirls around the tip. Itachi sucks in another breath, his muscles tensing as dull pleasure curls in his gut. He lifts his head from the mess of pillows, watching as [Name] takes all of him in one swoop, gagging and slobbering all over his dick. 

"[Name]," he exhales, finding the strength to buck his hips, pushing his dick further down her throat. "Ah, so good."

The praise caters to her ego, giving her the confidence to hollow out her cheeks. She slurps, meeting eyes with Itachi. Well, sort of, since his just fluttered close. He bites his lip to keep from groaning so loud.

"Mn. This isn't a dream, right?" He gasps out. She comes off with a solid popping sound, smirking at the way his fingers twitch.

"Nope."

"This isn't fair," he says, pushing up on his elbows. The sleepy glaze over his eyes clears to show desire.

"I'm not here to play fair," she purrs, climbing up his body. Her hands cage around his head. Her lips hover over his.

Itachi chuckles. "Then I guess I should put you in your place."

Despite having his garments at his knees, Itachi is still an ex-ninja and thus agile as ever. He disarms [Name] effortlessly, pushing her on her side and mounting her waist. The tip of his dick rests on her stomach.

He leans in, hands sliding up her forearms to grab her wrists. "Anything smart to say?"

[Name] huffs, but not in defeat. "I'm going to suck you dry. Until your balls are empty."

Itachi hums, eyeing her down. Challenging her.

"Hm. Is that so?" She nods at his question. "Ah, what a waste."

She looks at him with confusion. He grips her wrist, leaning close to her lips. They skim together, but it's not enough for a full kiss. [Name's] body runs hot. As she pushes their lips together, his other hand glides over her belly.

He groans into the kiss, briefly pulling away from her lips to speak again.

"It is my deepest desire to have children, you know?"

[Name] gulps, her voice quivering. "Y...Yeah? And?"

Itachi smirks, his eyes turning dangerous with lust. Those eyes could turn a nun into a sinner. And [Name] is the furthest thing from divinity, so she sinks lower into the sinner's void.

He leans into her ear, delighting in the fact his warm breath makes her shiver.

"It means I want to fill you to the brim with my cum, my dearest [Name]."

She exhales shakily.

Instinct forces her to try and rock and buck her hips into him, but she gathers no friction in return. She wants to grind against his dick to show her willingness for him. Oh, so willing for him to empty his potent seed inside of her.

She'll accept all of him.

"So, you want to breed me," [Name] mumbles, not daring to meet his eye, which twinkles with amusement. With the excitement that builds in her core, her breathing grows heavy. "Like a whore."

"Tsk tsk. Such a potty mouth." Itachi lifts her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "But when you put it like that..."

Itachi keeps one hand on her wrists while the other resting on her chin slides below her navel. He wastes no time with finding her clit and notices how sopping wet she's become. Soft, sweet circles around that sensitive bud drive her crazy.

"All of this? For me?" He teases, watching her face scrunch together. He chuckles as she whimpers, loving the way she struggles.

Her hips do a little dance, trying to obtain more friction from his gentle caresses.

"You know what to do if you want more," Itachi says. "Beg for me."

Before [Name] can start her pathetic pleading, someone bursts through the door. It's Sasuke.

"Big brother! It's your turn to make bre-"

His words cut short. Sasuke catches the position they're in, stops, and his entire face flushes red. There's a silence that builds between them. Neither of the three dare to move.

Itachi clears his throat, trying to reduce the awkwardness of the situation. "Right. I'll be down in a moment."

There's another silence.

Sasuke doesn't say a word when he shuts the door. [Name] and Itachi listen to Sasuke's footsteps, counting them before each letting out a breath.

Itachi releases her, pushing his dick back in sweatpants--- which hides nothing. He smiles weakly and kisses her forehead.

"Be my good girl and wait for me, alright?"

[Name] wants to whine, but bottles it up. "Yes, Da--- Yes, Itachi."

Itachi bites his lip and squints, reconsidering what he really wants to eat for breakfast. Pancakes or her?

...

[Name] takes a cold shower, blow-dries her hair, and waits around for breakfast to be ready. Sometimes she sits in the living room watching TV. Other times she's caught in the kitchen, trying to taste whatever Itachi makes.

Itachi lets her taste everything, being the kind, soft man she's accustomed to. That other man from this morning is gone.

Or, so she thinks.

When everyone is away, and it's just the two of them, Itachi finds anyway to touch her. Hickeys on her neck, ass grabs, and a proper hand beneath her shirt. The moment he hears footsteps, or senses someone coming, he pushes away, placing a facade over his horniness.

"I want to be so deep inside you," he whispers into her ear before pulling back and feeding her a scoop of handmade whipped cream. "Is it too sweet?"

The switch disorients her. "Um... N-No. It's good."

Shunsui watches them with confusion from the other side of the kitchen. He pours a cup of tea for himself and Madara. He knows something is going on between them but rather not comment on it.

He snaps at his cousin. "Itachi, stop flustering the girl and hurry up with breakfast. I'm starved!!"

"Ah, sorry sorry!" Itachi beams him a smile. His gaze meets [Name's], and he winks. "Go sit. I'll serve it to you."

[Name] nods, following Shisui into the dining room. When she sits, Sasuke doesn't make eye contact with her.

It doesn't take long for Itachi to come out, plates in hand, humming a happy tune. He sets a plate down for everyone and refills cups with hot tea. Today's breakfast is the fluffiest pancakes [Name] has ever seen, topped with whipping cream and berries. A side of rice, fish, and soup--- something traditional for them; and something [Name] is used to.

"Eat up!" Itachi says. "You're gonna need the strength."

He looks to [Name] when he says this.

...

A/N: 🧍🏾‍♀️should I do it?