Warnings: Dub!con, yandere themes, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of baby trapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulative Itachi, pregnancy of breeding!kink. Itachi is still soft because yeah >\\< and fluffy if you squint
It's the ridiculously delectable way, her doe-eyed self cowers down beneath him whenever she loomed in his presence. He adores her, watching her fidget every time Itachi says something, every time he glances at her unmomentarily. She is akin to a deer, and Itachi- a lion, a ruthless, sadistic lion wanting nothing more but to tame his prey, but no- he doesn't just want to prey on her, he wants to love her. He wants her to love him, to subdue everything she can for him.
It's the way he always excuses his behavior with the sentence that chains her neck, boiling down her very core. "It's all to protect you, to keep you safe." When he addresses her as an 'Angel' she loses a little faith in god, because no angel's wings should be pinned down as hers, the way Itachi does it.
No, he does not hurt her, but he does make sure she doesn't hurt herself, sometimes confinement and solitude is the most amicable way to stem down the essence of a punishment and a lesson. Treason, if you will.
He still feels insanity grip the very nerves of his self when she approaches him, slouching as if she'd break if she stood tall. He would break her for standing tall & sniveling at him to let her go. "Hmm, maybe bestowing you with some responsibility will help, you've become quite air-headed, dear Y/N."
Oh, it desolates his perfect, controlled mind when he imagines her tiny self inflated with his seed, having trouble pacing around, needing Itachi with every little beck and call, the vulnerability which will come with her last semester, how she will struggle to hold her urine when the little Uchiha would kick and eagerly wait to see Mother and Father... how adoring.
It starts slow, after months of living together with Itachi, she knows how to read him, how Itachi's eyes glint towards the impending, she wouldn't be unjust, Itachi treats her kindly when he demands something, especially when it needs his fragile, male ego stroked and petted.
So she complies, as he spreads her apart naked, pupils visibly dilated as his gaze turns tender, more subtle. As if she'd break under him, a vile part of him wants to break her instantly. Itachi is a paradox, after all. "It's okay, my angelic little thing." You're doing so well for me. His luscious, long hair tickles her tender breasts as Itachi leans in, kissing her neck, scraping at the sensitive, irritated skin & deviously marking her up. "Oh no, don't cry, I'm going to be gentler." He dotes on her being a sensitive crybaby, can't handle his length, can't handle him.
Oh but the little being Itachi owns, is ferocious on her own, knowing most ardently she has him in her grip, "Wa-ant to go out after this." She manages to barely choke out when Itachi's member ravishes her cunt, thrusting, rutting his hips inside, churning them up to his shape. Itachi couldn't say no to that face, the future mother of his kids. "Anything... Angel."
"Will you let me fill you up?" Itachi asks though she doesn't have any choice but to, Itachi is a master, a sorcerer of illusions and to earn her goodness, to pretend she owns the decision of freedom, ever so fleeting choices that are nothing but a mirage; Itachi loves that.
She nods, biting her lip like an anxious child, the background thoughts all super setting the imagery of her being pregnant, she's too far gone now though. Stockholm Syndrome hugs her every night along with the slender arms of her lover. She wants to please him, simultaneously hating herself for the same as she nods, feeling the thrusts slow down, sloppy and then the warmth of his seed deep inside her gummy walls.
Who in the Naruto-verse do you think is most likely to get all turned on by seeing someone flirting with his S/O knowing that she comes back to them no matter what at the end of the night? Because my money’s on the Unchihas.
Oooooh, what a thought! This gave me instant opinions upon reading and you might or might not agree with them (feel free to let me know).
So if we talk about this situation specifically with the Uchihas then it depends on which ones cause there are two distinct camps in my mind... more below the cut for reasons.
He watched on, amused and somewhat curious as to what your reaction would be. The man trying to charm you was so obvious that it almost made him feel that burn of second-hand embarrassment.
You smiled politely, yet he could see it didn't quite reach your eyes, that was until you noticed him watching. The shift in your demeanour was startling, and he stood a little straighter.
Oh ho. Was that your hand on his arm? Were you fluttering your dark lashes at your admirer or at him? The buzz of excitement ignited in his tarnished soul.
His smirk was evident even through the poorly lit bar, you were flirting with this man very deliberately and it was cute. Deep down he knew whose arms you would return to. Whose name you would be screaming so loud the whole village heard it.
You could grind that adorable behind on him all you wanted, it was only adding fuel to the already burning fire. So mean to lead this nobody on when he had no hopes of getting his dick wet.
His finger crooked, beckoning up back to him with desire blazing in his crimson eyes.
The playful skip and the bewildered look on your admirer's face forced a quiet chuckle. He welcomed you back to his side, sliding his arm around the small of your back and guiding you towards the door with a sarcastic little wave.
It was time to reassert who you belonged to, not that he had any doubts.
ITACHI Sasuke SHISUI
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The second the man approached your side it was game over. He wasted no time in throwing hands.
Blood was shed, and furniture was wrecked as the most vicious and entirely one-sided bar brawl broke out.
How dare anyone think of talking to you? Didn't they realise who you belonged to? The most deranged and possessive of all men to walk this earth.
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⇥ Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader || wc: 1.3k
⇥ warnings: 18+ content, established relationship, brat taming, mentions brat, manipulation, orgasm denial, impact play (spanking), choking, dirty words, edging, minors please dni
You open the door with a breeze of uneasiness lingering down your spine. The entire household feels unusually cold and empty, but you feel his faint chakra delving into the master’s bedroom.
You bit your lip. Itachi would and always welcome you home. There’s not a single day that the man wouldn’t greet you with his charming and warm smile, but you know tonight is different.
You have been teasing him the entire day. That one time your boyfriend told you that the taffeta dress you wore made him insane triggered something in your system.
You are like a lioness awaken from your den.
And little did you know, you had also ignited a flame on the Uchiha’s future clan head.
As you take off your shoes, you casually walk around the living and kitchen area, not bothering to check it out because of the faint chakra you could feel from the room.
At some point, you want to turn back, but excitement loitered on your skin. Wondering what he’ll do tonight.
“Itachi? Dear, I’m home.” You say. Sliding the wooden door of your shared bedroom where you had found the man sitting at the edge of the bed, with no clothes while holding a glass of sake.
What a sight. However, the man did not respond. His glowing crimson eye illuminates the entire room, slowly changing the surroundings like a confined red room. You were stunned. He is controlling you already— without any precautions.
He stares at you like a hungry man.
“Come here.” He commands in a cold and exasperated tone. You had never bothered to complain. Your feet are dragging you on their own accord, clearly stating who has the dominance between you and Itachi.
“Strip.” He demands, looking at your taffeta dress with lust-filled gazes. Your hands slowly cascade on your h/c locks. Moving it to the other side of your shoulders while you reach the zipper at the side, slowly pulling it down with your eyes only fixed to his.
“Make it fast. I’m tired of your silly games, brat.” He says, placing down the bottle of sake while you entirely strip in front of him.
You feel like there’s a lump in your throat. Words are suddenly hard to construct, almost as if you do not want to disobey him.
“You are well aware of your obscene behavior, aren’t you?”
He pulls you closer to his lap, feeling his hardened member grind against your core. You squirm, wanting to beg more. “Itachi I-”
“Shut up. Brats don’t get to speak whenever they please.” He says, sliding his hands on your waist, guiding you to grind on his length.
Your hands are consciously holding onto his broad shoulders, your head feels fuzzy, and your mouth feels dry.
Only the words coming out of your mouth is a desperate and needy moan. “I-mmh.”
This time he kisses your jaw before one of his hands went to hold your throat. Your eyes widen. It was a mixture of fear and lust. You had no time to react when another whimper escapes your mouth as you struggle against his firm grip.
Itachi massaged your swollen nubs but made sure he’s restraining your moans with limited breath.
“Brats don’t get to moan whenever they please.” He reminded, his other hand spreading your thighs to have more access to your dripping sex.
Words and moans want to escape, but you need to follow him. You close your eyes, feeling both euphoria and pain while he relentlessly rubs your swollen nubs with fast pace and hard pressure.
He lets go of your throat, this time going to your butt cheek to give it one hard and loud slap. You bit your lip, still repressing your moans, and before you could catch your breath, another slap hits your thigh.
He alternates sides, moving quicker than he did with the first slap.
“Brats don’t get to close their eyes in pleasure whenever they please.” Itachi says, his fingers tracing your chin to forcibly look at him.
He kisses your neck. Giving hard bites around it and on your collarbone. You wanted to relax and let him be, but your body did the opposite.
“Do brats like you loves to get punished?” He says, grazing your lips as he pulls you closer to his chest.
“Fuck, so wet for me… Are brats like you even allowed to cum?” He whispers, his face close to your earlobe to give a harsh bite.
You wanted to moan, scream his name and beg him to fuck you already. It’s all agonizingly slow, and tears start to build upon the sides of your eyes
“You may speak.” He says softly this time. Kissing your cheeks but his eyes remained cold and adamant, you can’t mutter a word.
Itachi went to give you a peck. “You remember your safeword, right?” He asks delicately, which you answered with a nod.
“Jumanji, I remember. Tachi, I want you… I’m sorry.” You say, slowly grinding with the same pressure he did on your swollen nubs. The raven hair let out a growl, slapping your ass one more time that made you whimper his name.
Itachi smirked, letting you grind more on his cock now filled with your dripping juice. “You want to cum? Only good girls get to cum” He says.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, going faster in an attempt to have your first release, but Itachi held your hips, controlling your rhythm in a frustratingly slow manner. “Answer me, brat.”
“Let me cum..” You say, giving wet kisses around his jaw in an attempt to make the man give in, but he lands another slap on your ass, making you whine in response.
Itachi resumes his firm and hard manipulations. Squeezing and kneading your butt, massaging and teasing your swollen nubs.
“That’s not how it works, brat.” Your whimpers are becoming louder.
“I.. I’ll be a good girl, please. Let me cum” You say with a strained voice.
It took no time for Itachi to drag you to bed, spreading your legs wide open while he stares at your cunt with awe and vulgar expressions.
He straddles down on top of you, giving you a kiss before he enters the head of his cock. He stopped mid-way, looking at your desperate expression, your walls automatically clenching around his cock. Completely denying your orgasm
“Itachi.. please..”
He moves slow. He is not making you feel his entire length. Instead, he just pushes the head of his cock inside and out. He is edging you, and you feel your closeness coming.
“Beg for it, brat… You don’t get it with just one plea.” Itachi demands, fully sliding in his cock to your coated wetness without precautions.
Your head drops, and you clutch at the bedsheets. Your grip on his back is leaving scratches around while your skin burns, and the lust entirely overcomes your conscious and rational thoughts. You just want your release.
“Please, please. Let me cum, Itachi. I’ll obey!” You whimper, sounding like a desperate and moaning animal, but Itachi answers with a command
“Not yet. If you cum I’ll stop and leave.”
Itachi’s hands press into your breasts, along your stomach, and across your thighs. His fingers find your clit and rubs hard on it. “Itachi, please!”
“Not yet. Be a good girl.” His pace is getting sloppy with each move. His sweat is dripping down the side of his face while he gives you tender kisses everywhere.
“Tachi, please… I need-”
“Come on, cum with me, sweet girl.” He growls, feeling a faster pace while he consistently hits your sensitive spot.
You cry out as you feel him release inside you. Holding him tight as your chest inadvertently presses against his while your own orgasm overtakes you.
His face rests on your chest, catching the whimpers and moans that are now replaced by erratic breathing.
“You insufferable brat.” He says, pressing his forehead against yours
“You love this brat anyway.” You answer while Itachi chuckles then went to kiss your lips.
itachi uchiha of the leaf. a name so praiseworthy and intimidating that you never get used to his wife's stature. oh, also, the hokage of konoha. what makes things worse, is his hectic schedule and his apparent business.
he had forgotten your anniversary this time, you didn't remind him the entire time when you ate breakfast with him, even though Itachi could tell you were behaving differently. your responses were cut short and he could feel the familiar pang of rage and sadness your voice held which he couldn't quite put a finger on. “is something the matter? my dear.” he asked, biting his lip when you shook your head no. something’s definitely the matter.
it clicked him mid lunch, oh no— his braincells all rioting against him. “how foolish of me.” he hums. disappointed at himself and facepalms. the very first thing that came into itachi’s mind was letting everything go last moment, give it in the hands of his advisor. then, the next thing was your favorite peonies. itachi himself fetched it from the yamanaka store, while ino tried to tease him about it… there was no point because itachi was guilt laced. the hokage attire attracted attention but itachi couldn’t care less at this point.
a knock to your door broke you from your haze, you got up, sighing and walking towards it. “you?” you blinked, watching a very flustered itachi get inside, hug you and then lean in, kissing you passionately. “mm, i love you, wishing you a very happy anniversary sweetheart. apologies, sincere apologies that it slipped my mind.” before you could open your mouth to say anything, itachi pecked your lips over and over and over. “please forgive me.” he kneeled on, looking up at you with doe eyes. “i know i am not the best husband angel, but please forgive me.” the sincere apologies that erupted from him made you giggle. “alright, i forgive you itachi.” you couldn’t stay mad at him for long after all.
“let me make it up to you.” a low grunt escaped him as he leaned closer, fingers intertwined around your pretty little throat, slender, perfect fingers pressing onto the sides & observant eyes eating at every tender gasp while you were pinned against the wall. itachi’s curious lips found their way to your sweet spot, oh how perfectly you moan for him & reward him. such a good little angel.
uchihas love hard, uchihas are territorial & uchihas are one, heartthrob of a kind. when itachi nibbled onto your sensitive neck, breaking the skin & marking you with purple hickeys, your fingers languidly pulled off the rubber band of his loose ponytail. “you smell mesmerising, i wonder how far gone i’ll be once i see you bare.” itachi mused, it took him a lot of time to be this open with you. sharing his lewd thoughts and feelings with the adoring siren glare.
“go on,” you leaned in, taking off his hokage robe first. itachi was impatient, moreso than you. the sound of fabric being torn apart echoed into your ears as he ripped off your clothing, picking you up against the counter that was just near to the entrance, neatly decorated with antiques you and itachi shopped for yourselves whenever you got time. that’s what you love about the silly little place you call home.
“what’s to stop me from not ravishing you here and now, angel?” itachi smirked, leaning in and letting you feel the build up of his intense emotions probing at your heat. fuck you wanted him bad.
“want you right now.” you pouted, pulling him close to feel more of his semi against you, “want you so bad.” you didn’t waste anytime bratting up, or pretending to be hard to get.
“of course sweetheart. i will give it to you. you’re my one and only after all.” itachi flicked your forehead with an amicable smile, spreading your cunt lips and thrusting into you, careful but harsh. the position impacting your g-spot instantly as a choked whimper erupted from the depths of your throat, intertwined with his needy groan. “agh- you hug me so tight.” he mused, not letting you have a lot of time to get used to him & thrusting into you. one of his palms placed beside your head, leaned against the wall.
“you are mine, everything about you is mine. every fibre of your being is mine.” itachi growled carnally almost, leaning in and eating your moans apart with fervent kisses. it wasn’t before you felt the familiar twitch inside your needy pussy. “shit, m’ close..” you whined out, clamping hard around his girth.
“happy anniversary angel, go on. show me your love.”
“Please, I-Ita- hng,” you were a panting mess, Itachi had carefully spread out your legs like a buffet, thumb pressing slow, yet rhythmic circles around your clit. You couldn’t clench your thighs together for more friction, bucking your hips around nothing for more, oh you were so close to the orgasm—
“That’s it Angel, cum for me” Itachi’s soothing voice echoed as he rewarded your swollen bundle of nerves with a chaste peck. You tipped off the edge, your body convulsing around his digits which he decide to imbibe your sopping wet cunt with. “That’s it, you’re doing good.” Itachi was showering praises to you and you were basking in them.
It was at that moment, your pupils jerked open, eyes scanning everything around you and feeling the squelching wetness in your cunt. Fuck— you were dreaming about Itachi, like that—
Today was the weekend, which meant your cafe was closed and you were pretty much a free bird. Maybe you were yearning for the man who saved your life and who’s life you saved because he’s been away for two weeks. Prying yourself off the bed, you went to freshen up, deciding to prepare coffee and let the dream go. It was next to impossible— the echoes of his words, the sensation feeling oh-so-real, was clasping onto your very sanity.
“Y/N san.” A familiar voice echoed from inside your drawing room. Itachi was here— wow, out of all the timings in the whole wide world, Uchiha Itachi decided to show his face right after you’ve had your pussy fingered by him?!
You run towards the drawing room, not paying any heed to Uchiha’s actions in your dream. “Finally! Itachi! You’re back!” You exclaimed, leaning in closer and stealing a hug you knew he’d never initiate. This time though, his warmth sent jolts right on your pelvis and you leaned away, nervously chuckling.
“Someone’s acting out of shape.” Itachi commented, there was a soft smile plastered on his pretty face. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t had proper sleep in ages. “Itachi….” You mumbled, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. My god— you were embarrassingly touchy today.
“Can we do something together?” Your mind flicking a thousand nerves as the sight played itself over and over like a film stuck. “What’d you like to do?”
Oh fucking hell! “Maybe we can, spend some time and talk? It’s been a while since we have talked and I missed you.” Your brutal, unflinching honesty paved way for Itachi’s affection for you. He missed you just as much, and was rather thrilled by your advances if only— he knew the reason.
“Talking, yes?” Itachi chuckled, while you nodded with a flushed face. “Let me prepare some food for you.” Itachi got up, shooting for the kitchen while you sat there and wondered if he has ever— ever had the same kind of dreams…
also, i like to imagine size kink w itachi a lot. he has a lean but strong built, you’d never expect yourself to struggle this hard when you both are trying intimacy for the first time. the way your brows furrowed and you whimpered in pain, yet the pleasure of it caused you to grind and squirm more against him. “let me stay still, angel. get used to it, sshh~” itachi is groaning, gasping out at how hard you clench up. a soft blush across his cheeks as he cooes. “you’re doing so good for me. keep it up.”
