#itachi x reader

Dressed in long, heavy dark red robes embroidered with golden dragons and plush auspicious clouds swirling around the wide sleeves. Gold earrings and a pearled necklace adorned your lovely face as the warmth smooched cheeks rested on your throne–propped hand. Jade bracelets contrasted beautifully with the shade of your skin and the green hues, as you waved your hand and sighed deeply, tired of the constant bickering between your two highest chiefs.

Suguru Geto, the Grand Chancellor, looked your way swiftly, the fan folded in his hand.

"Your Majesty shall soon make the decision. The people are starving, and the recent flood has severely reduced crops for the coming year," he said, striking his palm with a fan.

And as if the court etiquette revolved around everyone but those two young men, Grand Marshal Itachi Uchiha sneered quietly, yet kept the roll of his crimson eyes to himself.

"The enemy forces are knocking on our walls. We need to allocate more funds into the defence," he looked at you, before glancing in irritation at the Grand Chancellor. "Isn't it your duty to keep track of the administrative system? How could you not be safe enough in case of a flood?"

Suguru, however, didn't look at him at all, as if a Grand Marshal, the greatest military leader in the whole empire, was nothing more than a mere pest.

"And how could you not train your men well enough to protect our heavenly empire from the enemy forces?" Suguru chuckled, his snake-like eyes peering at Itachi's flushed face. "I believe you still lack manners, Grand Marshal. Such an esteemed position for a young fool like you, and yet you cannot keep yourself calm in front of Her Majesty?"

The rage inside Itachi's kind, youthful heart bubbled wickedly at the mere sight of the man who smiled at him in this cunning, treacherous manner. Always treating him as such a foolish child, even though in reality the Grand Chancellor was not much older than him.

Itachi often felt a strange sensation tightening deep in his chest at the very thought of the Grand Chancellor keeping you company for much longer than he did.

His crimson eyes looked up at your lovely face, basking in the deep, evening glory of the slowly setting sun.

The court meeting has been going on for hours, with bickering between the Grand Marshal and the Grand Chancellor taking up most of the time.

From the monetary locations to the division of responsibilities.

From "why the Ministry of War received a lower salary this quarter" to "why my scholars are being harassed on the streets by your soldiers?"

The fighting has been going on for two years already, while, in the meantime, the emperor has grown gravely ill.

Till you, the childless empress, needed to take the throne, as both the Grand Marshal and the Grand Chancellor did not accept any other kin of royal lineage.

And because the two held power stronger than the emperor himself, maintaining a tight military force on the one hand and administering on the other, ministers and scholars could do nothing but shut their mouths and allow the woman to take over the empire.

Lovely, beautiful as the moon goddess herself, with lips slightly pouted and eyes always a bit wicked, as she looked with a gentle smile between the two grand men.

Red and golden hairpins swooshed over your forehead as you finally lifted your head and sighted.

"That's enough," red-stained cheeks shone beneath the lamps the servants had brought to lighten the heavenly child's face. "Let's end the meeting here. Everyone can leave now, we shall make a decision soon."

All the scholars and ministers standing in the court took a deep breath, thanking the most beloved empress for seeing the weariness heavy on their eyelids.

"In the meantime," your fingers tapped on the throne's armrest. "Grand Marshal and Grand Chancellor shall accompany us to the emperor's quarters later. A matter of crucial importance must be discussed."

Everyone's ears suddenly pricked up, the tired, wrinkled faces of ministers lifting with a furrow.

The news of the emperor's sickness had lain tragically upon the nation's foreheads. If the heavenly son himself remained in a state of illness, the empire would soon crumple! Tragically it lay upon the fretful minds of ministers, scholars, eunuchs, and all the people of the Empire who loved their emperor dearly. The sickness had taken a toll on them all, and although the empress was nothing but mannerly and witty enough to rule the empire, senior ministers simply couldn't accept it.

And thus ministers and scholars tried in vain to peek into the emperor's most intimate quarters.

To seek help from the best physicians across the whole empire. Pay the servants of the inner palace handsomely to get news of the emperor's well-being.

Unfortunately, the only people who had seen him over the past few months were the empress, the palace's physician, a few servants, and… the Grand Marshal, together with the Grand Chancellor.

"Your Majesty, is there anything wrong with the emperor?" a quiet voice echoed off the palace's walls. "We've been kept in darkness far too long. If someone had reported it to the Ministry of Justice–"

Yet before the minister could finish his thought, both Grand Marshal and Grand Chancellor turned their heads. Grand Marshal tsked under his breath, his deep crimson eyes narrowing to slits, and the perilous gaze that swept over the poor minister was strangling his sweating neck.

Suguru looked over his shoulder, a peculiar grin tugging at his lips, lavender irises kissed by calmness as usual. Although the scholars in the first row must have admitted it, there was a weird, nasty feeling behind his eyes that sent shivers down their spines.

"The Ministry of Justice, as I recall, remained under my control," Suguru had noted boldly, as if the empress weren't the one to whom all control truly belonged. "Don't worry, dear friend, I always make sure to obey the rules of our empire."

The minister lowered his head, letting the hefty glob of spit trickle down his tightened throat.

Yet, nevertheless, it didn't feel right.

"Her Majesty shall not claim the throne unless she's with an imperial child," he felt their gazes weighing on his beading forehead. Yet the heart seeking justice had been hiding the mixed feelings of resentment for far too long. "The emperor's closest cousin may take the power. Grand Marshal, Grand Chancellor, you both should work for the empire's greatness–"

"But she is with a child," Itachi's sudden, sly notion brought all the heads up. "Her Majesty is with an imperial offspring, you see."

The minister, with a face flushed red and eyes fixed on the Grand Marshal's tightened fists, wiped his wrinkled, wet forehead with his robe. His gaze immediately bounced up to the empress, sitting straight on the throne, her chin still propped on a hand.

"Your Majesty, is that true? Are you with an imperial child?"

A thread of silence had wrapped around each throat, while the ministers' eyes looked shyly at your kissed cheeks and eyes bouncing between the Grand Marshal and the Grand Chancellor. Slightly lidded, wicked, as if whatever was hiding behind your gaze could've been encoded only by the three of you.

After a moment, your deep sigh filled the court as you finally stood. Three servants immediately ran forward to help you descend the short marble stairs, as the crimson robe swooshed behind you.

"That's true, minister. We are with child. Yet it's still early in the pregnancy, so we haven't had the chance to announce it to the court." Your eyes fell on Itachi's blushed face before slipping back to the humiliated minister. "Is that answer satisfying enough?"

The man nodded, then bowed his head low and wrapped it in linked arms. "This humble servant apologises, Your Majesty."

You looked at him for a while, keeping a warm smile on your lips. You were, after all, benevolent. Kind, of warm heart that burned only with love for your dearest, poor emperor.

A truly perfect empress.

"Well, allow us to rest now, as dusk has settled low. Please return to your residences."

And with eyes glancing at Grand Marshal and Grand Chancellor one last time, you allowed yourself to disappear in the darkness of the inner court.

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The gentle flickering of flames dancing inside the red lanterns led both men through the twisting halls of the inner palace. The night was warm and sweet, tasting of osmanthus cake the imperial kitchen had prepared for the empress to satisfy one of her cravings, and of the bitter tea that suited their delicacy.

Cicadas sang softly when they finally arrived beneath the empress's chamber. The rice-paper walls let the warm flames flickering inside leak through, yet paintings of dragons, flowers, and tall mountains from the southern regions, stretching across their soft surface, fully covered the moving shadows within.

Suguru reached to slide the door, yet it opened before his fingers touched the carved handle.

"Oh?" He smiled, letting the short teenager greet him with an always-slightly displeased frown. "Good evening, Mao Mao. I didn't know you were visiting. How's Her Majesty?"

The girl looked over her shoulder, and both men followed, glancing at your body sprawled on the red, baldachin bed. Dressed in nothing but a flimsy robe that barely covered your swollen, already quite full breasts.

"Pregnant, as you can see," the girl said, letting them both in. "But Her Majesty and the baby are doing well. It's only the beginning of the fourth month, but Her Majesty is growing healthy."

Itachi nodded, already slipping further in to bring you a plate of osmathus cakes. Your lovely smile lit up the room; your hair, free of all the golden pins, now flowed gently over your shoulder as you reached towards the man and giggled.

Suguru glanced at you both before going back to the little miss.

"And how's the emperor?"

The girl smiled cheekily, pulling something from her pocket. "Still very much poisoned."

A few herbs rested on her palm, with flowers Suguru didn't recognise. Yet he smiled and patted her round, green head, even though he knew how much she hated it.

After all, she wasn't that small either, barely eighteen, with the chubby, girlish cheeks still puffing out her face. But Suguru treated her more like his annoying sister than the most qualified imperial physician, and so he enjoyed pushing all her buttons just to see that frown, which amused him so much.

"Good, keep it that way. If Her Majesty shall have a boy, let the Emperor die right after the birth."

Mao Mao often wondered what Her Majesty saw in those wicked, snake-like men. Handsome, indeed, yet both of truly devilish nature and with the obsessive traits that made the young girl rather intrigued. They seemed sweet towards Her Majesty, yet cunning in the imperial court. Holding the power over it all tight, as no other men could challenge them.

The moment the emperor fell ill, exactly five months ago, both Grand Marshal and Grand Chancellor wrapped themselves around the empress's lovely fingers, keeping themselves always close by.

And when the Mao Mao was called to examine the empress's pained body and discovered that her restlessness stemmed from all the nights spent in the Minister's and Commander's presence, she frowned deeply.

"I should inform the court," she said, looking at the Grand Marshal's always smiling face.

Like a fox, with moon-lidded eyes and a hum of assurance, yet a gentle nod of the head.

"You should."

Mao Mao bit on the inside of her cheek. "But I won't."

Suguru simply kept smiling. His hands were tucked into the wide sleeves of his robes, while Itachi and you chattered happily behind him.

"No, you won't."

"Because I would need to bring it to the Ministry of Justice. But all the ministries lie under you," she said, following another wicked smile that curled his lips.

"That's true."

"And if I brought it to the emperor's private guards, the Grand Marshal would be notified," her eyes peeked at Itachi's crimson eyes, which were fixed on your flat belly.

"Yes, little miss. You're right," Suguru bent gently until his gaze was level with Mao Mao's. "And because you love Her Majesty dearly, you'll allow her to be happy."

He was right. Mao Mao loved you like a big sister, and so when you'd asked her to poison the emperor just a little, just enough to make his legs bend and his forehead covered in a feverish sheen – she agreed. It's not that you didn't want the children. Just… you didn't wish for them with him.

Because Mao Mao always felt slightly lonely and craved the warm embrace of someone who could show her that the world is not purely evil. That gentleness and love and kindness are still somewhere there, so when Mao Mao felt them seep past your warm fingers, she clutched herself to you like a leech.

She looked over her shoulder, watching your plush cheeks nibble the sweetness of osmanthus cakes. Itachi rubbed your belly slowly, his long, dark hair pinned in a loose ponytail.

"Just let her rest. And be gentle with…" She coughed, avoiding Suguru's slyly curved eyes. "You know. She's entering a vulnerable state, so don't do whatever you did when you broke the bed."

Suguru hummed, and when Mao Mao finally left the chamber, he turned back towards his empress.

Your eyes immediately looked at him, hands petting Itachi's head as he pressed his ear to your belly.

"Must you always be so mean to him, Suguru?" you giggled as Suguru's lavender eyes rolled back.

He joined you on the bed, settling himself comfortably behind your back, nuzzling his face against your warm skin. "It's not my fault he's incompetent at his job."

Suguru's plush lips traced kisses down your neck. Hungry, needy fingers slipped robes off your naked shoulders.

Your sweet hum filled the warm chamber, the nearby candles' flames flickering as Itachi shifted. Taking the robes off your body, he pressed himself against your swollen breasts.

"He's always so mean to me, Your Majesty," he murmured, looking up at your lovely cheeks with a scowl. Crimson eyes that reminded you of a beaten puppy, yet not fitting his muscular body at all. "You should punish him for me."

You giggled, biting on a lower lip when his mouth slipped to your nipples. Fully perked, he licked one of them gently while grabbing the other with his fingers. Your breasts sat heavily in his palm, spilling through the fingers as you parted your legs wider to let him in.

Suguru sucked on the soft skin beneath your jaw, his fingers tracing down your naked skin till he pressed his big palms to your rounded belly.

"He was the one who spilt our secret." His voice felt like velvet against your skin, yet it sent shivers down your spine. "Now the court knows that you're pregnant."

A sugary purr fell from your tightened throat as you felt Suguru's fingers go lower. And lower, lower, until he parted your drenched, sticky folds.

"She's so wet, isn't she?" Itachi chuckled around your nipple, sucking it with a sweet moan. "Your Majesty, I wonder if you leaked down the throne again."

A scowl wrinkled your face. Your lips fell slightly open, yet before you could say anything back, Suguru grabbed your chin and turned your head to the side. His lips quickly found their way onto yours, plush and filled with mischievous sweetness as his fingers pressed to your clit.

"Don't be mean, Itachi," he muttered, spreading the wetness of your cunt all over the soft slit. "Her Majesty carries our child. You should have more empathy within your heart. After all, accidents happen."

His voice was calm, yet you sensed the cheeky undertone that showed through.

Itachi hummed, biting your puckered aureola softly. "How could I be mean? Even if she did leak, I would lick it clean. Again."

Suguru's lavender eyes followed the pleasure melting on your face, fingers scooping a hefty, sticky glop of your cum. He lifted them both, pushing all the sweetness right into your parted lips.

"Aren't you simply delicious, Your Majesty?" Suguru cooed, feeling your warm lips wrap around his fingers. Sucking them dry, till your juices coated the full wetness of your tongue.

You nodded and bit on them gently. Just to pull a groany hiss past his throat. "Stop wasting my time and fuck me already. I've been waiting for you a whole day."

Both of them chuckled. Itachi pressed his tongue one last time to your nipple, before tracing kisses down your body. Ribs, belly, parted thighs slicked with wetness that was pooling heavily beneath your hips.

Since you've entered the stage of pregnancy, they've never seen you wetter. Sweet and plush, always letting them get drunk on your sensitive pussy as you melted in moans beneath their fingers.

Suguru's damp fingers moved up, exchanging places with Itachi's lips. Still moist with your juices, he grasped your breasts with a squeeze, pushing a muffled moan out of your throat.

Itachi's big hands spreaded your legs wide, crimson eyes already fixed on the sticky mess of your pussy. A cheeky smile tugged on his lips as he parted your folds and pressed a finger to your hole.

"Oh?" he chuckled, as it tried to swallow it in, covering it in creaminess. His thumb weighted on the clit, pushing it till another lovely moan escaped your throat. "That desperate, aren't you?"

You mewled, letting his big palms spread your legs wider. Fingers digging into the softness of your thighs, until the flesh spilled past his long fingers.

Hot and desperate, with your head already heavy and clouded with pleasure, as you felt their tongues, teeth, and fingers on your body.

Suguru nipped on your neck, his pads rolling your nipples gently. Itachi finally lay on his stomach, with a head between your parted legs, just to press his tongue against your clit. Sucking on the button softly, with one hand keeping your thighs open and another pressed gently to your rounded belly.

The pregnancy was making you hornier than usual. As if the week of ovulation turned into whole months of agitation, constant hits of heat, the wetness pooling on your undergarments and warmth filling you up till fingertips.

It felt awful. Humiliating. Your thoughts filled with nothing but the burning neediness to feel the heavy cocks of your lovers split you open. Stuff your weeping cunt full, fold your body in half and fuck restless, leaving you trembling and blacked out and starving for more.

But now they were gentle. Almost too gentle, and soon your fingers slipped into Itachi's dark locks, pulling them harshly.

"Itachi, ngh, p-please just fuck me," fell moany, as his tongue flickered your clit. Dropping down to slurp on the fresh batch of cum dropping from your hole, before giving a hearty lick over your slit. "Stop, I n-need you inside."

Suguru chuckled behind you. His palm cupped your cheek, thumb tracing over the parted lips.

"Your Majesty, the imperial physician clearly stated that we should remain restrained for a while," he hummed, pushing a thumb between your parted fingers. "Let us pleasure you another way instead. Besides, aren't you already full enough?"

Your cheeks flushed with warmth upon understanding his illusions. Itachi's hand on your belly rubbed the stretched, swollen skin, as he pushed two thick fingers deep inside your pussy.

"So sweet," he groaned, fingers of another hand digging into your fat thigh. "Your Majesty, you taste much sweeter than before."

Suguru chuckled, brushing the wet strands of hair from your forehead, wrinkled with pleasure. Your eyes were slightly glossy as your hand threaded through Itachi's dark locks, pulling his face closer to your pussy.

His tongue lapping, slurping, fiddling with the swollen clit as two fingers pumped your cunt gently, pressing against the spot which made your toes curl.

Suguru played with your sensitive breasts, squeezing the nipples with his pads as if wishing for something sweeter to spill.

"Such a pretty empress," he whispered, placing gentle pecks on your teary cheeks. "Your Majesty, the pregnancy enhances your beauty so well. It makes us want to keep you filled up all the time."

And you knew it did, because both men had never acted more feral than since the moment Mao Mao informed them of your state. They became much softer, gentler, yet still fucking you deep and raw, kissing, biting all the rolls of fat that slowly formed on your body.

Hiding pregnancy in front of the court wasn't that hard – the long, wide robes were enough – yet the moment you stepped into your chamber for a rest. Oh dearest…

Drenched pleasure coated your spine, eyes rolled back when Itachi sucked on your clit, pushing another moan past your lips. His hips moved against the bed, while Suguru's cock stayed pressed to your back. Thick and leaking, wetting your skin through his thin robes.

"I'm c-close," you moaned, letting your hips roll against Itachi's tongue. "Oh, fuck, I'm g-going to–"

"Don't tense yourself," Itachi muttered against your pussy, his palm rubbing your belly. "Just like that, mhm, we cannot hurt the baby, Your Majesty," your walls felt slightly loosened around his fingers, as he abused your sweet spot. "You're doing so well, so well, Your Majesty. Keep this pretty pussy loose for me, hm?"

His words flooded your mind with warm splashes. A heat that bubbled deep in your lower belly, dangerously close to overflowing. Fingers gripped his hair tighter as you felt the familiar pleasure seep through your heavy, moaning breaths.

"I'm close," you muttered against Suguru's lips. "Ngh, I'm going to, ahh, p-please I'm going to come."

Suguru's hips rolled against your back, fingers still playing with your full breasts as he gladly drank all your heavy moans spilling into his lips.

"You're doing so well, Your Majesty. Our pretty mama, come for us," fell in a whisper, yet a groan followed right in as you finally let your head fall against his chest, back bent gently into a delicious arch. "Feels so good, hm? Your two devoted ministers always make you feel so good."

You nodded, yet with eyes blanked and lips fallen open, as your pussy finally tightened around Itachi's fingers, the splash of crystalline cum gushing all over his face.

He drank it with a cry, crimson eyes half-closed until a scowl appeared between his eyebrows, hips pressing firmly into the mattress. He finished it all, slurping on the cum and digging his fingers deep into your swollen thighs.

A second later, something wet coated your back. Sticky, creamy, and Suguru moaned into the crook of your neck, squeezing your full tits.

The foggy chamber was filled with nothing but your heavy breaths and Itachi's careless kisses over your soaked, sticky cunt. Irritating your sensitive folds, until you had to push him away with a giggle.

"Stop, it's too much," a pout curled your lips, as Itachi finally pulled himself away.

A thin, crystal thread still connecting his maw with your pussy, as he licked his lips clean.

Suguru finally let your breasts fall soft, wrapping his hands around your belly instead.

"How do you feel, Your Majesty?"

Allowing your eyes to close, you nuzzled yourself more tightly into his chest. Itachi stayed by your legs, his long, strong fingers gently massaging your calves and thighs, slightly swollen and tired.

"Mhm, it's okay. You don't have to treat me like a doll, you know," a soft purr slipped past your lips when you felt Suguru's fingers thread through your hair. "I know you're all worried about hurting the baby, but I'm really fine. We can have normal sex too."

Suguru chuckled, pressing his thumb into the middle of your forehead to smooth out a small wrinkle. "We know, Your Majesty. But Mao Mao told us to stay calm for a while. We're not in a rush, are we?"

He was right.

You were not.

"Just relax, Your Majesty, and let us take care of you." Itachi kissed the inner thighs you'd slightly parted, and you giggled.

Lovely, warm, letting yourself drift back into a deep sleep in the arms of the men you loved most.

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Itachi had always been exceptionally good at turning affection into a sleight of hand. You kissed him and he kissed you more deeply; you touched him and his hands found some more ruinous place upon you; you tried to lavish him with attention and somehow ended up beneath him, breathless and adored, while he watched you with a quiet satisfaction in his eyes that said his diversion had worked perfectly. It was only afterwards that you would realise how neatly he had vanished from the centre of your attention.

Tonight, you caught his wrist before his fingers could slip beneath the hem of your shirt. “No.” 

Propped against the headboard with his hair loose around his shoulders and his nightclothes rumpled beneath you, Itachi went still, looking from your hand to your face as though you had presented him with an interesting tactical complication rather than straddled his lap and forbidden him to touch you.

“No?” he repeated.

“You know exactly what you’re doing. Every time I try to focus on you, you distract me.”

“I’ve done very little.” The faint curve of his mouth made innocence look like one more offence. “And you object to what I was about to do?”

“Ordinarily? No. Tonight, yes.”

“Then maybe I misunderstood your intentions.”

He had not; Itachi misunderstood very little. He had, instead, recognised the danger of becoming the sole object of your attention and reached for familiar ground before it could happen. You returned his hand to your waist, where his fingers settled with conspicuous obedience. “You can touch me, but you are not taking over.”

Something sharpened in his expression as he realised this was not a game he would be permitted to win through misdirection. “What am I supposed to do, then?”

“Nothing.” You settled more firmly into his lap and wound your arms around his shoulders. “Sit there and let me spoil you.”

His silence might have intimidated somebody who knew him less well. Itachi could endure scrutiny when he decided what it revealed, but being cherished offered no problem to solve and nothing useful for his hands to accomplish. Even pleasure became a service when he gave it to you, every response noted and stored away. To ask nothing of him except that he feel deprived him of his most familiar refuge.

“You make that sound very simple,” he murmured.

“It would be if you stopped thinking for five minutes.”

“That might be beyond even your abilities.”

“We’ll see.” You kissed the next dry remark from his mouth. His lips softened beneath yours with that first, yielding warmth he never seemed able to withhold, the fraction of a second in which desire reached you before intention disguised it. When his hand began to move at your waist, your fingers tightened gently in his hair. Ordinarily, he would have altered the kiss so slowly and carefully that it became his without appearing to have ever been taken; tonight he remained where you wanted him while you lingered over his mouth.

His breath faltered when you caught his lower lip between your teeth. It was almost nothing, yet the colour appearing across his cheekbones told you he knew you had felt it. You drew back only far enough to look at him.

“Don’t,” he said softly.

“I haven’t said anything.”

“You were going to.”

“I was admiring you.” Your thumb brushed the lip you had bitten. “Am I not allowed?”

His eyes narrowed without severity. “You appear to have made up your mind regardless.”

“Correct.” Itachi endured your admiration rather less gracefully after that. Force was familiar, something he could meet and outlast; patience left him with no contest to win. You kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek and the delicate skin beneath his eye, each touch lingering long enough for anticipation to enter the stillness he had mistaken for control.

You followed his jaw and paused below his ear. “Itachi.”

His grip tightened at your waist. “You needn’t narrate your progress.”

“I like your name.”

“So I’ve noticed.” The reply suffered when you pressed an open-mouthed kiss beneath his ear, drawing a sharp inhalation through his nose. His head angled away to offer you more room and then stilled, caught between concealing his response and withdrawing an invitation already given.

Your teeth grazed his neck, lightly enough to promise rather than hurt, and his head tipped back against the headboard. The elegant column of his throat lay exposed in a gesture too defenceless to make into a joke. You kissed his quickening pulse and drew the skin gently between your lips.

The sound that left him was quiet and swiftly smothered, but you felt it beneath your mouth. His fingers curled into your clothes, and when you raised your head, a small mark had darkened below his ear. He looked beautiful with his eyes heavy-lidded, his lips parted and colour warming the tips of his ears, his composure already sitting crookedly upon him.

You kissed the bruise. His hips shifted, pressing the hard length of him more firmly between your bodies, and for once you refused him the courtesy of pretending not to notice. You rolled your hips against him and heard his breath fracture.

“You said you only intended to kiss me.” His widened pupils undermined the rebuke.

“I said we weren’t having sex.”

“That distinction seems increasingly academic.”

“It isn’t to me.” You kept your body still while you searched his face. “Do you want me to stop?”

His gaze held yours; you watched the temptation to evade the question move behind his eyes and resisted rescuing him from choosing aloud. At last, his hands slid around your waist and drew you closer. “No.”

The word came low and certain. You kissed him for the honesty, and although his mouth opened warmer and less measured beneath yours, he made no attempt to claim the kiss. He received each slow stroke of your tongue and tender bite to his lip. When you moved against him again, his thighs tensed and another restrained noise slipped between your mouths.

You established a languid rhythm, unhurried enough that he could feel every pass over the rigid outline of his cock. Itachi tried not to move, his restraint concentrated in the careful placement of his hands, while you kissed down his throat to the pale slope of his shoulder and drew his collar aside.

“It will show,” he warned, although the huskiness entering his voice robbed the words of any real discouragement.

“I know.” You rested your teeth against him before biting down, gentle but unmistakable, and his hand clenched at your back. “You can tell me not to.”

He took a careful breath. “That would be dishonest.”

“We can’t have that.” Whatever answer he intended was lost when you soothed the sting with your tongue and sucked another mark into his skin. A tremor passed through him; his forehead fell to your shoulder, and the low sound warming your neck was too unguarded to mistake for anything but pleasure. Itachi did nothing loudly, but the restraint only made each fracture of his breath more intimate. You combed your fingers through his hair and kissed his temple. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“You know it does.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

He turned into the shelter of your shoulder, hiding his deepening flush. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Of course I am. I’m spoiling someone I love.” You slowed almost to nothing and heard his breath strain as the friction receded. “You could admit you’re enjoying it too.”

His answer disappeared when his hips lifted involuntarily, following what you had withheld. He went still, as though denial remained possible if neither of you acknowledged what his body had confessed.

“Itachi,” you said fondly.

“Not a word.”

“I was only going to say that you’re lovely.”

His eyes closed when you kissed his burning cheek. Praise for an accomplishment could be redirected and praise for his beauty usually earned quiet amusement; being called lovely while his breathing had gone uneven offered him neither defence.

“I mean it,” you murmured. “And you don’t have to turn this into something you owe me.”

Something painful moved across his face, the shadow of a life in which sacrifice had always made more sense than indulgence. Itachi could give until nothing remained and call it love; receiving still felt like a debt accumulating beyond his sight.

You touched his cheek and waited until he looked at you. “I don’t want anything back. I just want you. There is a difference.”

His eyes searched yours for a concealed complexity which was not there then softened with weary fondness. “I know,” he said, the words meant for the small space between your mouths alone.

You kissed him again and resumed the slow roll of your hips. This time, Itachi moved with you. His restraint eroded in the first answering press of his body and the low sound caught against your lips when the pressure aligned. Soon his breath came hot and uneven across your mouth, his fingers gripping your hips no longer to direct you, but to hold on.

When you returned to his neck, he inclined his head without pretence, surrendering the marked line of his throat. Each broken hum and soft gasp entered the space between you like a confession, until you drew another bruise beneath his jaw and his hips jerked upwards.

One hand rose to the back of your neck as he forced out a strained, “Wait.” You stopped at once and smoothed his hair while the shudder ran its course. “Too much?”

“No.” The answer came quickly. His eyes remained shut, lashes dark against flushed cheeks, his head fallen back to expose the evidence of your mouth. “If you continue, I’m going to—”

His voice failed. The tension between his brows was all the mortification Itachi would permit himself, as though coming apart fully clothed beneath you were an indignity. You took his chin between your fingers and brought him back. “Come? I know. That’s what I want.”

His eyes darkened, disbelief yielding to vulnerability. “Are you certain?”

“Completely.” You pressed one soft kiss to his mouth. “Let me.”

Whatever protest remained dissolved when you moved again. Itachi pulled you flush against him and buried his face in your neck, his breath hot and ragged as the rhythm you had controlled began to belong to both of you. He pressed up into the friction with an urgency that would have embarrassed him minutes ago and you held him through it, one hand in his hair and the other around his marked shoulder, kissing every part of him you could reach.

His rhythm faltered. Your name left him like a plea against your throat, and then his body went taut beneath yours. The sound he made was small and wrecked, his hips pressing upwards as he came; you felt the warm pulse of him through the fabric of his trousers and the shudder which travelled through his body before his arms tightened around you. You stopped moving but did not release him, holding him until the room grew quiet.

Itachi remained folded against you, his breathing warm at your neck and the tips of his ears still brilliantly red. When you kissed one of them, his sigh carried the resignation of a man who knew exactly how unbearable you were about to become.

“Not a word,” he murmured, with considerably less authority than before.

“I wasn’t going to say anything.”

“You’re smiling.”

“I’m happy.” Before he could dispute the innocence of that answer, you added, “You came in your pants because I kissed you.”

He raised his head. His flat look might have been formidable had his lips not been swollen and his clothes disordered. “I noticed.”

“You made such pretty sounds.” His eyes closed as he drew upon the last of his patience. Before he could rebuild anything useful from it, you cupped his face and kissed him. He softened without hesitation, and that was sweeter than the flush, the sounds or the damp heat between you: he did not reach for your clothes, turn you beneath him or try to repay what you had given. He simply allowed you to hold him, his forehead settling against yours.

“Was that so terrible?” you whispered.

His thumb traced a slow, absent path along your back. “I think I need further evidence before reaching a conclusion.”

Your laughter disturbed the black silk of his hair, and his answering smile was warm, sleepy and unguarded. You had wanted to spoil him without allowing him to disappear inside the act of loving you and now he remained visible in your arms, asking in the only way his dignity permitted to be subjected to the same ordeal again. You could hardly wait to oblige him.

since it went nowhere, idk i'm just gonna leave the general idea behind the character and his kemonomimi girl's first meeting because this fic haunted me for a month. it was going to be a two parter. 1) first meeting. 2) subsequent romance section of fluff and headcanons.

also bonus: excerpts from the few paragraphs that i have written that i thought were nice.

sasuke is going through the hoard of scrolls in orochi's hideout. finds a really cool and beautifully engraved scroll. intrigued by it, he summons. the smoke twirls in more colors than is usual, it's unique, it's brimming with power, power that would be enough to strike fear into hearts of weaklings. he feels himself getting excited. what is it going to be? is he going to summon a cool beast of destruction, cooler than orochi's snakes? a hydra with 9 heads? no. long ears and a fluffed tail; it's a bunnygirl. sasuke is incredulous. bunnygirl insists that she's now his guardian, as the scroll actually summons your guardian spirit and takes the shape of an animal closest to your soul (yes i do like harry potter). he's pissy that he got a bunny instead of something cool and threatens that if anyone needs 'protection' it's her as she's literally a prey animal in a den of snakes. following that, as he's lowkey offended that she implied that he's spiritually a bunny, he's kinda mean towards bunnygirl. bunnygirl, aware of the insecurity motivated tantrum that her idiot summoner is throwing, softens him up as the ficie progresses. being sweet and lovable nets her repeated summons as sasuke only pretends he doesn't like her company. in reality he's incredibly lonely and cherishes every second spent with her and summons her on quiet evenings after training. grumpy x sunshine my beloved.

itachi meets deergirl when he and kisame take a little breather in an abandoned outpost surrounded by forest. kisame leaves to scout ahead. itachi sits on the veranda of the building. he's grateful that kisame agreed to rest a bit, considering that itachi's frail health means that he wouldn't have been able to keep up with him for long. as much as he appreciates the other man, he doesn't exactly... trust him. so he sends one crow to tail kisame, to ensure that he doesn't stir any trouble on the off-chance that they're not alone. soon after, he senses deergirl watching him intently, pretty eyes peeking from the bushes. says that he can see her. seeing as his soft tone and gentle demeanor mean no harm, deergirl steps out and warily approaches him. itachi recalls something about how this land used to belong to the nara clan before they assimilated into konoha, so finding deer here isn't all that surprising. deergirls on the other hand... he asks about her, she responds that she's here to guard the land and he's an intruder. itachi apologizes and is about to move but she stops him and tells him that she doesn't actually sense malice on him, so he can stay. [insert a sweet and melancholic scene here as itachi is surprised she can't sense darkness in him considering what he's done, deergirl tells him that he just feels really... sad]. kisame comes back. deergirl immediately takes on a defensive stance, terrified of him. kisame doesn't bother with words and grips samehada's handle. itachi steps in front of deergirl and warns kisame to back off, as she's not an enemy. kisame groans but relents (and here he was already itching for a fight, smh...). deergirl, to show gratitude, tells itachi to stay as the sun is already hiding beneath the horizon and the outpost is a good shelter. itachi tells her that he can't. so instead of that, deergirl tags along with the two of them until they're out of the area. after all, this land is hers to watch over and so are the people inside of it. [insert a wholesome scene of deergirl helping itachi recover at a campfire later that night before they part ways come morning.] a sort of pink among the grey dynamic with deergirl being the splash of pink in itachi's otherwise very grey life.

little known fact, the time madara unleashes kurama on konoha isn't actually his first attempt at it. the first time he tries to do it, he summons... a foxgirl. close enough.

he stands atop a precipice. powerful. grand. chakra surges all around him before it's contained within his palm and he presses it to the scroll and roars kurama's name. this is it. the air stills as if it's a moment of calm before the storm. soon it's to be a moment of absolute dominance as madara will bend the nine tails to his will, a perfect weapon of destruction. massive smoke erupts at his summon, but as it disperses, so does the overwhelming power of kurama's chakra. it feels as though madara just barely touched upon something that feels like kurama, but isn't. madara sneers; in kurama's place sits a girl. definitely not the beast of destruction he was hoping for. fluffy white-tipped tail swishes mischievously, and a fox ear flicks. and from the very first flick... it pisses madara off. he pushes her aside and tries again. pop! the same foxgirl is in front of him again. she teases him about how doing the same thing over and over again will make him go insane, though as he's trying to summon kurama, he's probably a bit cuckoo already. he begins to suspect it's a genjutsu trick, his sharingan spins wildly, but he can detect no deception. so he demands foxgirl to tell him what happened. he is sure he sealed kurama into the scroll, so where is the nine tails?! foxgirl muses that it's not that simple to seal a tailed beast and that kurama slipped from his grasp at the last second, and was replaced by her. madara attempts to control her with his sharingan to force her to help him with summoning kurama, but she swiftly slips past him, tail caressing his hand as he hears her voice from behind. she says that she knows how where to find kurama, that she wasn't particularly happy about kurama using her as a substitution, and that she likes powerful men. so. it's his lucky day. she's going to help him. but he's gotta play nice and listen to her. see, foxgirl is smart. foxgirl drags madara through several inns, restaurants and other high-end places on a one-week adventure across several nations [aka the part where i would've written the fluff and madara's bitter ass getting a taste of fun but alas]. and only then foxgirl would've led madara to the location kurama manifested. oopsies, helped the villain. happens. anger-issues tsundere madara x his ragebaiter.

here's your cute forest critter, sasuke.

here's your cute forest critter, itachi.

here's your cute forest critter, madara.

and here's your magical fucking dragon, special snowflake princess obito.

i've shared a mini excerpt of obito's portion of the ficie some time before. this is the scenario for which i wrote the most and had the clearest idea for what i wanted out of it, but still couldn't complete it fml 🤣💔

tobi and deidara seek out a relic that will help them gather the tailed beasts. deidara thinks it's just pain being into woowoo shit. pain has the personality for it so nobody's surprised. i mean whatever, a job's a job. however, the idea is obito's, as he hopes that the powerful relic will help him not just with gathering the tailed beasts but to remove the curse seal madara had placed inside of him. the two of them wander through a cavern, an instance not complete without tobi trying to piss deidara off at every step. eventually they find a stone statue of a dragon at its dead end. deidara notices an offering bowl and tells tobi that the artefact probably needs an offering to work. but obito decides he can make it work through brute force and channels chakra into the statue. it awakens. but the powerful entity isn't exactly an inanimate artefact, it's a dragongirl. she stares at obito, essentially her summoner. despite his silly demeanor, she can immediately feel that something is wrong with this man. a powerfully dark, intense, overwhelming chakra signature emanated from him as he called to awaken her, and though it's subdued now, it's faint but still there. no weak person could summon a dragon to begin with. there's more to this masked man than meets the eye. she mentions it, but he stays in-character as tobi, feigning ignorance and calling her a 'crazy lizard trying to attack poor tobi' or smth ridonkulous like that. so she confronts him directly about it, demanding that he either reveals who he is or they'll be receiving no help from her. realizing that she's cut through the facade, obito caves. first, she asks for his name. he only gives it once deidara is out of earshot. she finds him interesting, all wise beings are drawn to gathering knowledge of the peculiar, so they form a summoning pact; she helps him and he keeps her around. while she doesn't have the power to undo the curse seal, she can pinpoint where the tailed beasts are, so they spend quite a bit of time together. time that obito would've otherwise spent brooding. of course, eventually she asks to see his face, to learn more about him, to understand what sort of person he is. [insert a thousand bonding scenes with obito relearning what it's like to feel like you matter to someone :')]. wise dragoness x edgy dumbass (dragoness is such an enabler lmao).