After breakfast, [Name] must go to work. Nope, she can't stay with Itachi all day and have her back dislocated in several places. She actually has to work for a living.

The woman sighs as she gathers her things for work. The faster she leaves, the faster she can finish the work and come back home to him. She never thought that the excitement of sex would return to her life, and yet, here it is in full bloom as she hurries down the stairs.

Itachi waits for her at the front door, smiling. "Come back soon, okay?"

"I'll try," she says meekly, allowing him to kiss her head. His lips linger, and his eyes keep on her frame as she leaves.

There aren't many days in which [Name] regrets not calling out, but today is one of those days.

...

It's easy for [Name] to space out. Between typing up emails and sending out reports, the day-to-day grind becomes dull. She's already been to several meetings, chatted with her coworkers about nothing, and snacked on her lunch. What more is there to do? Actual work? Ridiculous!

Instead, her mind drifts to what's awaiting her at home, and wonders if he's just as antsy as herself. Down below pulses at the thought of Itachi. The promises he spoke this morning about filling her full and the way he touched her corrodes her imagination. She can still feel his hot tip against her stomach.

Her gut clenches at the idea of it digging deep in her. Goosebumps prickle her skin as that same heat from this morning flows over her. His voice rings in her head, soft, deep, and slow.

[Name] bites her lip and checks the time on her phone. It's nowhere close to clock-out time. Two options weigh on her mind: finish all her work and leave early, or secure the bag and clock out on time. She knows if she finishes early, there's a possibility her job will pile more work on her, but if she plays it slow and dumb, then she'll never receive that extra work.

Then a third option pops into her mind: lollygag until the last second and then finish all the work!

[Name] leans back in her chair and stares up at the ceiling. Her work is nearly done anyhow. Despite her previous bad life choices, [Name] is a hard worker with a good head on her shoulders and enjoys the work she does. But for now, she just wants Itachi. Her work can come later.

[Name] relaxes, her mind reeling to Itachi. She can feel her panties become soaking wet as she thinks about Itachi pounding into her. He'll whisper dirty things into her ear, telling her how good she feels and how lewd she sounds.

[Name] bites her lip, allowing her mind to go further. Her eyes close as she imagines the ghostly feeling of Itachi running his hands all over her body. Her body shudders, imagining his smirk and the lustful look in his eyes. Her thighs push together, craving any type of friction.

Her core burns with the desire to be touched. It aches, and she doesn't know how long she can take this dull pain. Supposedly, this is what the lack of good sex does to a person. If she could, she would relieve the ache herself or possibly even call Itachi over for some office sex.

[Name] doesn't mind the idea of Itachi pounding her as she bends over her desk. The force of his hips giving her bruises on her waist. No, she doesn't mind the thought at all. In fact, she welcomes it as it becomes her new fantasy.

She smirks.

Having a separate, private office has its perks.

...

[Name] returns home, and she is excited. She can't adjust the keys into the lock fast enough. Once inside, she kicks off her shoes and dumps her work bag at the door. She scrambles past the other three men who want to greet her, giving them quick kisses and hellos. Upstairs, she finds Itachi in the bathroom, giving himself a clean shave after a shower. He sits there staring at himself in the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist, scraping away hair and shaving cream. His hair cascades down his back, curling at the ends from the wetness.

"Itachi," [Name] says, glitter lining her words. "I'm home."

Itachi smiles, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. "I see."

It's a little disappointing when Itachi doesn't force her against the wall and take her right then and there. Her body is on fire just at the thought of him touching her, so why isn't he feeling the same way? Why won't he take her?

"Itachi," she starts, twiddling her fingers. "I'm...I'm ready to finish what we started. You know...from this morning?"

Itachi chuckles. It's deep and slow. "Give me a moment, princess. Freshen up a bit and wait for me."

"Yes, sir."

Itachi finishes shaving and starts a shower for her. He tugs her into the bathroom, starting to unbutton her blazer. One by one, her article of clothing slips off her body until she's bare. His hands ghost over her skin, and she nearly screams for more. Before he leaves, he whispers in her ear, "Make sure you get nice and clean for me, princess."

He kisses the shell of her ear and leaves.

The hot shower does nothing to cool down her skin. She washes quickly, cleaning between her folds and wishing these were Itachi's fingers rather than her own. She exfoliates and sugars her skin, making it silky smooth and supple. Even going so far as to sculpt the bush that grew with that lack of use.

When [Name] exits the shower, she dries off and brushes her teeth. She covers her body in lotion and restyles her hair. Lipgloss coats her lips, and as she peers at her naked body in the fogged mirror, she realizes she has nothing to change into. As that thought crosses her mind, another does as well. If she can escape to her room for a second, she can retrieve some lingerie.

"[Name]," Itachi calls from the other room. "I'm waiting."

Fuck it, she thinks, wrapping the towel around her naked, silky body. 

[Name] opens the bathroom door, peeks out into the hallway to make sure no other Uchihas are there, then escapes to Itachi's room. Itachi lies on his bed, feet on the floor, holding an open book in his hands. When he hears the door close with a click, he lifts his head, smirking at [Name], who stands meekly at the door, locking it behind her.

"What's with the towel, princess?" He asks. Their eyes meet, and an intensity fills the air. Her body fills with vigor when she drops the towel to the floor. From across the room, she sees his eyes darken with lust. He chuckles at her boldness.

In a hushed voice, [Name] says, "What's with yours?"

Itachi tosses the book aside. "Why don't you take it off of me."

It doesn't take long for [Name] to cross the room and hop on Itachi. Their lips meld together, and they nip at one another like hungry animals. He bites her bottom lip, skimming down her naked body in hasty need, palming at her ass and smacking it once. She yelps, back arching, core aching for him to touch it just once.

Before she knows it, she's on her back with Itachi hovering above her. His lips latch to her neck, sucking and biting; his warm breath sends shivers throughout her body. The towel still wraps around his waist, and what she craves most is beneath it. As he palms her breasts, twisting her nipples between his fingertips, her nimble fingers find the hem of the towel and tug it off. That hot tip from this morning slaps against her stomach again. And her core trembles.

Soft hands grab the long, girthy cock. Itachi twitches but never stops leaving a hot trail of kisses along her collarbone. Gentle strokes deliver delicious sighs, milking out all that pretty precum.

"Ah," Itachi moans. He kisses the shell of her ear. "So impatient, princess."

"Please, Itachi."

He chuckles, taking her hand from his dick. "You know the deal. Beg."

[Name] whines, squirming. She meets his eyes, and they're serious. 

"Say what you want me to do to you," Itachi says, leaning up to grab both her wrists in one hand properly. "And I'll do it."

Her bottom lip trembles. 

"Use your words, princess."

[Name] looks up at him. The bold attitude she sported not too long ago dissipates into shyness. The words catch in her throat, and all she can say is his name and please.

"C'mon now. Spit it out." Itachi is gentle, but his patience is running thin. His prize is right before him, and he wants to gobble her up. It's only a few words.

With his free hand, he skims down her body. He touches her smooth thighs, teasing into the territory of her pussy but never actually touching it. He watches her squirm, glee in his eyes.  Hopefully, this works as some sort of incentive. 

"Please," she whimpers, back arching. "Itachi. Please touch me."

"Where, princess?"

She breathes, feeling his fingers tap against her pubic mound. He knows exactly where she wants him to touch. Rather, he wants to hear it from her mouth.

"Touch my pussy, please."

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her. "Now, was that so hard to say?"

"Shut u--"

The moment Itachi's fingers slip between her wet folds, she moans. Relief washes over her skin. Her body shudders from the delightful sensation that's been denied to her for so long. Her clit feels sensitive to the touch, and every time he rolls over it with the pads of his fingers, she holds back a cry of his name.

"Look how wet you are for me." Itachi brings up two fingers, sticky and soaked from the few seconds they've been down below. "I wonder how you taste."

Before she knows it, her hands are free, and her legs rest on his shoulders. He digs in like it's his last meal like a man starved. His tongue lolls around in circles, tasting every fold of her cunt, licking from clit to hole and back again.

Her eyes roll back as her toes curl. Labored breaths egg him on to continue, slurping on her swollen nub until she's screaming. [Name] finds his hair,  tugging at the damp strands.

"Oh my g-! Itachi! F-Fuck! Ngh!" She slurs, body trying to curl into itself. "Don't stooooop!"

Along with the suction comes quick movements of tongue, flicking back and forth as if he was playing with a light switch. [Name] writhes. She knows the longer he does that, the more undone she becomes. Her thighs crush his head, muffling the sounds of ecstasy that emit from her mouth. 

Hands that previously did nothing skim up her body and back down again. Itachi thinks of all the praises he can sing about her body, about how beautiful it is, how it's catered perfectly for him. He loves every fold, wrinkle, and excess that her body has. He wants to say it to her, but his mouth is occupied.

His hands stop beneath her thighs, prying them open so he can breathe and hear properly. He pulls away from her quivering core that begs for more. Lips glossy with her arousal, he glances up at her. Her hands are still in his hair, a death grip on his roots. 

She whines, "I told you not to stop."

He doesn't respond, only kisses her inner thighs gently. Slowly, methodically, one hand releases the grip on her thigh, edging it closer to her sex. Sweetly, he caresses the soaking wet lips, circling the clitoris and back down to her entrance.

"So pretty," Itachi mumbles, plunging one finger in, mesmerized by how easily it accepts him. It glides in easily. He adds another, and [Name] whimpers. She frees his hair, and he releases her other thigh. Fingers interlock and hold one another in a sweet embrace as he pleasures her core. "Sing for me, princess. You sound so pretty when you moan my name."

He curls his fingers, teasing that sensitive spot inside her. [Name's] arches her back, squeezing his hand as she cries out more. 

"Good girl," he sings her praises before dipping his mouth down to her sex again. His mouth clings to her clit, sucking, flicking, and whirling around it as his fingers dig deeper within.

"N-Ngh! Itachi, p-please!" The pleasure reaches her toes. Wracks and shivers light up her body, signaling every nerve. Wanton, her toes point. Like a spool of ribbon unraveling downhill, she can see her end in sight. She manages to breathe out between her screams, "Don't stop this time!"

Itachi can tell she's teetering on the edge from the way her gummy walls twitch around his fingers. They pump out every last gooey, sticky drop, his tongue lapping it up.

"That's it," he growls between his actions, "Come for me. I want you to come."

He resumes. Watching her with dark eyes as her body jerks and shakes. He feels her walls clamp down on his fingers. His dick twitches at the thought of it holding him in the same way.

She lets out one lengthy, slutty moan that brings shivers to his body. His name is like that of prayer, a mantra, holy and sweet despite the carnal, earthly acts. He moans when he tastes her creamy goodness on his tongue. His fingers halt, pulling away from her cunt, bringing a string of cum along with its exit. However, his mouth persists, lapping up everything, leaving nothing to waste. Savoring every drop.

[Name], with weak muscles, pushes away from him. Her body twitches, curling away from his tongue.

"God, you taste so good, princess." Itachi drags himself to her face level once more, leaving hot kisses on her glistening skin as he settles between her legs. A lazy smile graces his lips, a teasing look in his eye. [Name] is too worn to challenge it. Whatever he wants, she will gladly accept. "Do you want me inside you?"

It's a stupid question, sure, but [Name] knows he just wants her to say it out loud. "Yes. But, I haven't pleased you yet."

Itachi hums. Quick kisses to her lips shut her up momentarily. "You're my pillow princess today. I want to learn your body as intimately as I can, my love. Another time." He speaks so nicely, but in reality, he desperately wants to stick it in already.

Men.

He fastens her legs around his waist. The head of his pulsating dick pokes at her entrance. He wants to be inside her. It aches.

"Itachi?" [Name] calls to him, meek. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. 

"What is it?" Hot kisses fan across her neck. 

"I'm sorry. I hope you don't harbor any bad feelings toward me."

There's a moment of confusion. "What are you talking about? I'm literally about to have sex with you."

He palms her sex, to which [Name] squirms beneath the warm touch. The light touches gear her up for a second time. 

"I mean what I said to you," she whispers. "About calling you a murderer."

Something about being intimate with him allows her to show a more vulnerable side. It might be the wrong place to do it, but she has to let him know she was wrong.

"Hush about that," he groans, trying to hurry to the good part. "I've been thinking about you all day. You think I care about that? I'm trying to put a baby in you."

She snorts at his joke, though it settles down to a solemn sigh. "But still--"

"You think I care about what you said to me however long ago? I can barely remember my first week here, let alone whatever you said to me back then."

"I still want to apologize. So, I'm sorry."

Itachi huffs, rolling his eyes. He pulls away from her neck, settling a kiss on her lips.

"I accept your apology," he says, lining himself up with her cunt. "Now, I want to be inside of you. Accept me, darling."

She meets his eyes. "Yes, Daddy."

Itachi eases in, groaning with each inch. [Name] gasps, shuddering from the fullness of her cunt. She hasn't felt this stuffed in so long.

While she is still in ecstasy, Itachi begins to buck his hips, starting at a slow pace. He makes her feel every inch deep in her stomach, loving the way her eyes flutter close with each back arching thrust.

He sighs, kissing her lips sweetly. "You're gorgeous, princess."

He means it too. From her stomach to her thighs, to her face and lips---everything about her is beautiful. On one hand, he wants to make love to her, deep and slow like he's doing now. On the other, he wants to slut her out like he promised this morning. His brain weighs the choices as he continues his deep strokes and compliments.

The praise warms her insides. Makes her feel embarrassed in a good way. But it's not exactly what she's here for. She'll have to use her words.

"Fuck me, Itachi," she breathes, hugging his body to hers. It's all he needs to hear, the option of making sweet love to her thrown out the window before he begins pounding her into the mattress. The pace is deep and fast, inflicting her with every thick inch of him without penance. Warm skin slaps against warm skin, giving a reverb of smacking skin throughout the room.

[Name's] mind grows blank as she moans, her hips arching to meet his thrusts. It's sloppy on her part, but when they meet, it's glorious. Her mouth hangs open, drool readying to slip from her lips as she moans out his name. His big, meaty dick pumps at high speeds, promising and trying to earn that leg-shaking, eye-rolling orgasm.

"Princess, you feel so---" he groans. Sentence cut off once gummy walls cling to his dick. It slips in and out easily. Slick and warm and so eager to please him. He shudders. "Good."

He curses under his breath, feeling that knot in his gut. He's close and has no idea if she's near her end. She giggles, twirling the ends of his hair around her finger as he pauses.

"So good it makes the great Itachi Uchiha curse?" There's a smug look on her face.

He sucks his teeth. Maybe he should've just let her suck him off to get rid of that pre-nut. Unfortunately, there's no time for him to regret his choices; he's already in the fray, might as well finish what's been started. 

Itachi pulls out, sighing as he does so. He leans back on his feet, giving [Name] enough space to sit up.

"On your stomach," he says with a finger roll. [Name] smirks, knowing the exact position he wants. The flatiron, or lazy doggy style as she likes to call it. One of her favorites. As she turns over, prepping her ass high into the air with a sturdy pillow, it gives him time to collect himself. He readies himself at her hole again, tip smearing their fluids together before breaching her entrance. [Name] gasps. In this position, Itachi feels much bigger.

[Name] grips the pillows at her head as he pounds away. His fingers dig into the fat of her ass, giving it a smack or two. She yelps, loving the sting that comes with the pleasure. Then, he leans in.

His lips next to her ear. Warm breath tickling her shoulder. Her mouth props open from how easily he fills her hole with his length. He litters kisses across her neck and jaw, finding the right angle to keep her moans coming and her eyes rolling back. Her breath stutters, eyesight seeing nothing but white when he hits a certain spot. Her back arches, ass pushing against his hips as he buries himself deep inside her. 

Itachi's keen senses take note of this reaction and completely ravages her G-spot. Milking out every delicious moan and twitch of her walls. Shivers rack her form as she lets out a silent scream, and she can't help but close her eyes at the wonderful feeling of his dick abusing that sweet spot of hers. The bed creaks underneath the shifting of weight; their moans bounce off the wall, hips smack against ass---this symphony of noise reaches the hallways, letting everyone know what they're doing. Neither are ashamed.

His hand sneaks around the front, placing a sturdy hold on her neck, forcing her to keep her head up and back arched. The slight squeeze of his fingers around her neck makes her toes curl as he reaches deeper depths than before. Who knew she was into this kinda thing? 

The tension begins to build in her stomach. With each thrust, she moans his name, but after a while, it begins to slur into something incomprehensible. He pulls her head back. "Look at me, princess."

[Name] angles her head to meet his eyes. They're full of a darkened lust that only excites her more. He stares at her like she's the only girl for him, the only girl that can satisfy him. She feels desired. Wanted. Loved.

Her gaze is hazy. Eyelids half drooped in a horny stupor---Itachi can practically see the hearts in them. He leans in for a sloppy kiss, tongue parting her lips as he holds himself up. As he kisses her, the slapping of skin increases. Airy moans fill their lip-smacking. That pressure in [Name's] stomach begins to tighten. She finds his hand to hold, back arching further into his manic thrusts. 

Itachi can feel her nearing the end.  He breathes out, "Come for me. I want you to."

And at his command, she does.

"Nngh---! Ita---Ah!" Like lightning, her orgasm hits her. It shakes her thighs, constricting every muscle in her body. The death grip she has on Itachi's dick is mind-numbing.

"Fuck." Itachi buries his face into her neck. He rides out her orgasm as he nears his. A few twitchy, sloppy thrusts and he's there right alongside her. It tingles up his back and spreads across his shoulders. He finds her body to hold, pressing all his weight into her, and that tension explodes all inside her. "Princess... fuuuck."

She hums, feeling his warm seed in her pussy. She bites her lip, thinking up a plethora of kinky ways for Itachi to fill her up again and again until she's oozing his cum out of her pretty little hole.

His thrusts slow to a stop. Then all together, he pulls out and rolls off her. [Name] turns to him with a lazy smirk. The effects of her orgasm still lingered on her skin---everything below the waist felt sticky and sensitive. 

Itachi meets her gaze, face unreadable. They gaze into one another's eyes, searching for something. It's not said whether it was found or not. Instead, Itachi licks his lips, and [Name] bites hers. It seems they have the same thought, for they reach for one another just as hungry as before, kissing, skimming skin, pinching, grabbing, stroking, and rubbing.

They say between breaths, "Again?"

"Yes."

Itachi lays on his back, a tight grip on her hips as she sinks into him. Both their heads stretch back. Both groaning from the way his shaft enters her cunt once again. Sensitive and tingling from their climaxes moments before. His tip swollen and oozing, her hole spasming and sticky. 

[Name] rides him, and from beneath, Itachi meets her. Just as hungry but even more enthusiastic. His hands find her bouncing breasts, groping and tweaking her nipples. She grinds into him, gasping and full of ecstasy. Itachi groans. His sighs of relief and her screams heat the air around them. Sweat beads at the base of their necks, rolling down their skin. They're both overstimulated, and yet, they continue their animalistic act, forcing one another to the limit.

She glides her hands up his stomach, finding balance on his chest as her back arches. He moves his hands to her ass, smacking and gripping those round cheeks as if he'd never be able to do it again. Rocking against his shaft, she whimpers when their thrusts meet. That tension builds in her stomach again. It aches. Oh, does it ache! Itachi watches as his swollen tip enters her welcoming depths again and again. He's hypnotized by how beautiful she looks atop him, fucking her own brains out with his dick. He never wants this to stop, too immersed in the pleasure, in the way her pussy squelches with each rock of her hips, to recognize his orgasm is nearing once more.

"That's a good girl. Ngh! Don't stop." His hips buck wildly, watching her eyes roll close and mouth hang open in brain-numbing bliss.

Her thighs begin to burn. The pain mixes with the pleasure, and neither of them can get enough of it. Her legs shake, and his toes curl. The knots in their gut snap. Her bouncing becomes careless, and he grips her buttocks so hard it might as well leave nail imprints. Itachi slurs a string of dirty words she can't quite pick up as she shudders and croons out his name. She feels that familiar warmth spill inside her womb, spraying against her thighs as it slips out.

[Name] collapses immediately. Can't even ride her high to completion.

Sweaty bodies squirm into a position more comfortable, pulling sheets, blankets, and pillows around their bodies. They don't even speak to one another as they lay together, trying to find that peace in the afterglow.

After a few minutes, [Name] says, "I'm gonna feel this in the morning."

Itachi hums, throwing an arm around her waist. "Are you hungry? I can probably grab some snacks downstairs."

He sounds tired, [Name] can hear it in his voice. She says nothing, only holding his arm tighter to let him know that, no, she doesn't want him to leave. Itachi receives the memo and buries his face into her skin, kissing the sweaty shoulder before finding sleep.

...

"[Name]?! [Name]?! Are you okay in there?!" Shisui pounds on the door as Sasuke watches him, confused but just as worried. He jiggles the doorknob. Nothing. It's locked. "He's not hurtin' you, is he?!"

It's the next morning. Itachi and [Name] haven't left the room in over sixteen hours. They didn't eat dinner last night and haven't come down for breakfast either. It's nearing lunchtime, or at the very least, brunch.

Shisui pounds on the door again and huffs when he doesn't hear anything inside. "Okay! Stand back, darling! I'm kicking the door down!"

He backs up against the hallway wall, preparing himself for a special ninja kick. Sasuke takes a step back too.

"Shisui, maybe you shouldn't---"

"Hiyah!"

Just as he extends his foot, the door flies open. Itachi catches his foot like it's nothing, hair messy, face scrunched in annoyance. Thankfully, he has pajama bottoms on. "Would you shut up?"

Shisui snatches his leg back, putting up his fists. "What did you do to our [Name]?!"

Itachi sighs, giving a grand gesture to [Name], who's sleeping like a baby. Shisui gasps, pushing his cousin aside and scrambling to [Name's] side. He caresses her face like a worried mother does to a hurt child. [Name] twitches, eyes prying open to a blurry-faced Shisui.

"Shisui?" He notices her naked body and the hickeys alongside her neck.

Shisui picks her up bridal style from the bed and turns to glare at Itachi. "You... you beast! She missed two meals! And instead of taking care of her, you... you! Took advantage of her!"

Itachi is stone-faced. "It was consensual. Both times." 

Shisui is at a loss for words. Both times?! [Name] only let him hit ONCE.

As he sits there stunned, [Name] wiggles out of Shisui's arms, all the more convenient for him, for he's putting his fists back up. He's ready to squabble with his cousin.

"All right, you fuckin' pervert, put 'em up."

[Name] yawns as she sluggishly enters the hallway, saying good morning to a blushing Sasuke. She rubs her sore thigh, wondering why the hell she decided to ride Itachi when she hasn't topped in years. She groans when her thigh flexes with each step.

"Sasuke, honey, could you get me some clothes for my shower," she says, rubbing her eyes. She opens the door to the bathroom. "Oh, and tell those idiots to stop fighting."

Sasuke nods. Then looks over at his kin. Shisui swings his arms as Itachi holds him an arm's length away. It's quite pathetic and hilarious, but only one thought lingers in Sasuke's mind:

God. I can't believe she let both of you idiots hit...

...

A/N: me, an asexual: I REALLY don't know wtf this^^ all means /j

Okay. It's my bad for the eight-month pause on this story fr. I didn't mean for it to happen lol.

Here's my plan for the Uchiha bitches:
Madara is a hard dom: he's gonna be the brat tamer of the group

Shisui is a soft dom: a lover. really sweet, but has his kinky moments (he's interested in her toys and using them on her as "experiments")

Itachi is a switch: doesn't really need an explanation. He's willing to do whatever she asks and in return MC must also do whatever he asks 👀

Sasuke is a sub: I think a lot of y'all (me included) wanted him to have a mommy kink. Shy and inexperienced cause he's the youngest of the group so 🤷🏽‍♀️ he will be calling MC "Mistress" or something like that.

OKay love you bye!