Naruto one-shots

(y/n) was constantly pacing around Itachi's room, her mouth forming into a worried pout while her eyebrows were scrutinised, as if in deep thought and worry.

"When will he come...!!!" (y/n) whined to herself, stomping her foot on the floor in frustration.

"I have had enough. He goes off without even informing me and then doesn't return for a whole of 2 months!! He could've at least told me beforehand so I would be prepared and could've spent some time with him. Unlike him, I can refuse missions." she scoffed.

(y/n) had gone to a C-ranked mission for 2 weeks, she had to escort someone to the land of fire. And before those 2 weeks, Itachi had been on a mission so she couldn't meet him.

Her hands, her body was trembling with the need for touching Itachi again. To feel his warmth seep into her as he held her close to him, where she could sense his stable, soothing heartbeat, a lullaby to put her to sleep. She wanted to see him smile, to see those twinkling eyes whenever he talked about Sasuke, to feel his eyes full of passion burn into her, tearing her apart, inside and out.

She wanted to feel Itachi.

Before Itachi had gone off to his mission (y/n) had especially told him to not take on another commission until she returned from hers. But that Itachi bastard couldn't even wait for 2 weeks and had taken off on another mission, and that too an A-rank mission.

(y/n) had returned to the Uchiha's residence before going to the hospital to get her wounds checked, before even briefing the Hokage only to see Itachi. Imagine her horror when she discovered that Itachi had left. She had thrown a big tantrum in her house, in her empty house.

The house had felt home only when Itachi was there with her. Otherwise, it had felt just like wood placed together and painted over to provide living conditions. But it was Itachi's mere presence that had turned it into something that she looked forward too.

Lost in her musings, (y/n) did not notice the door open as the young prodigy stepped into the room.

(y/n) swivelled her head as soon as she felt him enter and a long-held sigh escaped her mouth. She had prepared an array of assaults that she would throw at him, she had especially practised them but little did she know that seeing Itachi after 3 long months would have such a big impact on her that all of her thoughts would become incoherent. Her eyes immediately began scanning his face travelling down, searching for any sort of injury that he might have sustained.

His hand was bandaged.

Of course, coming out of an A-ranked mission unscathed was very rare. She was transfixed, immobile and her eyes which were earlier slits due to anger were now tender, full of love and longing.
Itachi spread his arms, welcoming her and (y/n) forgetting all about the curses, threw herself at him with so much force that Itachi almost lost his balance.

(y/n) started sobbing, fat tears falling from her eyes as she buried herself in Itachi's shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. She tried to soak in everything about him, his woody, musky scent, the scent of homecoming. She frantically grabbed at his neck, trying to get as close as it was physically possible.

On the other hand, Itachi was soothing her, drawing circles on the small of her back as he too buried himself in her neck, kissing the spot behind her ear so affectionately that (y/n) had to fight back a moan from escaping her.

"I missed you," she mumbled into his Anbu jacket.

"I know," Itachi said,

"I missed you too."

"More than you know." he held her tighter to himself, as if (y/n) would vanish the moment he let her go.

Suddenly, (y/n) remembered all that she had to say to Itachi and immediately detangled herself from him.

"You, teme!!!" she shouted much to Itachi's confusion.

"What happened (y/n)?" Itachi murmured, his voice timid, worried about why (y/n) was suddenly acting this way.

"Bastard, I had told you not take any mission before you had gone off to the earlier B-rank mission. You knew that a week after I had my mission so I had specifically told you to not take any other
mission." (y/n) said, her voice low but threatening.

Itachi understood everything. He immediately opened his mouth to reason only to be cut off by (y/n).

"And don't you give me the bullshit that you could not say no to the Hokage Uchiha Itachi." (y/n) said, menacingly.

Itachi had nothing to respond to.

So he just walked forward and held (y/n) cheeks in his hand.

(y/n) was trying very hard to not lose her composure and give in to Itachi like most of the times.

But it almost seemed impossible when Itachi was prying open her lips, sucking on the lower lip within his own and holding onto her face as if his life depended on it.

Itachi nibbled on her upper lip while his tongue poked her to open her mouth but (y/n) refused, a few tears falling off, little beads of crystal, travelling her cheeks to fall on her exposed collarbone. Itachi moved his thumb over her face, drying off her tears while his other hand moved over to her ass, pulling her into him.

(y/n) emitted a small gasp and Itachi took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside, exploring the familiar cavern of her mouth.

(y/n) whimpered, her knees feeling weak. It was hard for her to not melt into his arms when he was caressing you like that. (y/n) felt a hard length poking her thigh as she erupted into a furious blush and her resolve broke. She wounded her arms around Itachi's neck and passionately kissed him back.

Itachi smiled into the kiss, leaving her lips to nip at her jaw, her collarbone, leaving hickeys on her neck, marking her as his and his only. He caught her earlobe between his teeth and tugged at it while grabbing (y/n)'s ass and pulling her even closer to him to which (y/n) let out a loud moan that she had been desperately trying to hold back.

Itachi then picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy coming in direct contact with his groin and both of them let out a large groan. He then led her over to his bed and laid her down, hovering above her.

"The talk isn't over Itachi. You are so going to pay for it." (y/n) whispered as Itachi grabbed her breast and fondled it, his hand slipping under her shirt while the other slipped under her skirt, feeling up the smooth, pale skin of her thigh.

(y/n) was about to whisper something else but every comprehensible thought left her brain as Itachi slipped his skilled hands under her underwear and rubbed over her clitoris.

"I know."

"I am sorry," Itachi muttered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine and then spent the rest of the day showing how sorry he was and repenting for whatever he had done.