Itachi Drabbles

Happy Birthday (lemon)

A/N: Artwork doesn't belong to me. I will tag the artist once I find them. Enjoy! //

As you neared the fence, you saw that the house was dark. You frowned and furrowed your brows as you came to the realization that Itachi wasn't even home. "Of fucking course he isn't here," you huffed to yourself before rolling your eyes. You walked up to the porch and slightly fumbled with the keys as the alcohol fogged your mind a bit. You weren't drunk but you were definitely more than tipsy. When you finally got the door open, your eyes widened and a smile slid slowly across your face as you saw that a singular light, the one in the bedroom, was on.

'Maybe he is here!' You thought to yourself as you half ran to the source of the light. Your smile turned down in disappointment as you saw that the room was empty. You expected to see him lying comfortably in bed, his back propped up against the headboard and his eyes glued to a thick novel. You felt your shoulders droop as you noticed a note that had been placed on your dresser. The only time he left you notes was when he had to go somewhere unexpectedly and couldn't tell you in person. You picked it up and braced yourself.

'Maybe..maybe this is apart of my birthday gift!' You allowed a small, hopeful smile to grace your face as you began to read the letter.

My Dearest (y/n),

The Hokage summoned me to begin a mission unexpectedly. I didn't want to leave you this late at night but I had no choice. Please forgive me. Don't forget to lock up the house and send out a chakra signal if you need anything.

-Itachi

You immediately crumbled up the paper after you finished reading it. The alcohol in your system had upped your irritability quite a bit. You plopped down on the bed as you let out a long, exasperated sigh. You didn't even have the energy to be physically upset right now so you settled for staring straight up at the ceiling... but, no matter what you did, your mind kept drifting back to Itachi. You grumbled and turned onto your side, trying to force him out of your head.

'Honestly, why do I even bother with him sometimes? He's such a dick'. Well... actually he isn't. Itachi was the best thing to ever happen to you. Everything he did, he did with such immense grace and thoughtfulness, so much so that you envied him occasionally. No matter how upset at you he would get, he would never let it show and always treated you with the utmost respect. The man kissed the very ground you walked on. You pouted as your thoughts began to fill with Itachi. Itachi loved slow and hard and with a burning passion that lit a flame within you whenever you were near him. Everything he did, every move he made was slow and deliberate. Everything...down to the way he touched you.

'Wait, no! I'm supposed to be upset with him!..But...but...' You shook your head slightly in an attempt to clear your mind, however the alcohol proved that incredibly difficult.

Itachi wasn't the type of person to leave you wanting after he was done with you. At least not in a bad way. He satisfied your needs in so many delicious ways that he left you craving more of his touch. He took the time to learn your body and learn it he did. When Itachi touched you, it was in a way that lit every nerve ending on fire. He made you feel a type of pleasure that transcended physical touch and the way he would leave you a moaning, trembling mess was downright frightening to you. Everything he did, every move he made was slow and deliberate. Down to the way he made love to you. Down to the way he would look deep into your eyes as you reached your climax.

You turned on your back as you began to feel that familiar heat pooling between your legs and you rubbed your thighs together to try to extinguish it. 'What's wrong with me? He hasn't even mentioned my birthday once today and here I am thinking about the way he...'

The way he would kiss you tenderly to drink in your moans as he fucked you senseless. The way his gentle touches would be the complete and delicious opposite of the way he pounded your core relentlessly, leaving you breathless and with tears stinging your eyes. The way he looked at you so lovingly as he fucked you so good that your vision went white every time he pushed you off of the edge over and over again. You oftentimes wondered if his dick had a mind of its own.