Adoration

Itachi shoved her against the wall.

Hinata's breaths came out in ragged gasps, short, hot, and making him harder. He took a moment to admire her form. The way the bottom of her kimono opened from his ministrations, exposing creamy legs, as the top practically fell off of her, giving him a view others would kill for. Her hair was a disheveled mess. Tendrils of dark purple that contrasted sharply with her skin.

"Itachi," she pleased.

His member twitched at the sound. His fingers twitched right along with it, body practically begging his mind to just give in to his instincts and allow him to reach out. But not yet. First—his sharingan activated—he needed to commit this to memory, needed to make sure he never forgot her wanting him so badly that her legs shook, that her breaths came out in strangled gasps that begged for him to come closer. Absently, he noted how the appearance of his blood red eyes made her tilt her head back, lavender orbs clouding over with lust, even as her mouth let out a high-pitched whine.

What was she fantasizing about?

When she began undoing her obi herself, he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry from how bad she wanted him.

And then he couldn't contain himself anymore.

He grabbed his shirt from behind his back and pulled it high over his head, watching in satisfaction when she paused, her eyes widening at the sight of his toned body. Itachi pressed himself against her, chest to chest, one leg squeezing between her thighs. He craned his neck down, muffling her moans with his tongue. Callused hands gripped anything they could reach. Breasts, back, waist, thighs. She ran her hands through his hair, tossing aside his hair tie, before pressing a spot behind his shoulders that had him grunting like an animal.

She was so sinfully soft.

He undid her obi just enough so she could spread her legs, then slid his knee up, touching an intimate part that just begged for more. She tried to rub against him, only for him to pull away and lift her up against the wall instead. Hinata's legs wrapped around him out of instinct. Her hands trailed red marks over his biceps, as she rubbed her core against the spot where hip met stomach, wanting, needing friction.

Itachi shifted her upwards with an arm, so he could bend down and blow heated breath over the crown of one of her breasts. Once she was practically whining at him to do something more, he took it in, tongue first, rolling it in his mouth. He pulled away just long enough to lick the thumb of his free hand, before it trailed downwards to rub that sensitive bundle of nerves he knew would have her—

Hinata screamed.

He was going to make her cum until she cried.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, drawing herself higher, as if to get away from his wandering thumb; fortunately for her, he followed. Itachi crushed her back against the wall with his weight, locking her in place. He shoved his face against that sensitive spot on her collar, sucking and leaving what he could, before he trailed back downward, traces of saliva following him.

With a great amount of difficulty, she reached for his waist, slipping his pants down just enough to free his throbbing erection.

And then, without warning, he was inside her.

Hot, tight womanly heat. Completely raw.

Itachi groaned. Deep and guttural.

Before him, Hinata cried out a moan, incoherently murmuring his name. Her grip was so tight, he knew he'd be waking up with fresh bruises. Itachi didn't even give her time to adjust, before he started moving. Fast and hard. Just the way she liked it. He could feel her growing slicker with each thrust, could feel himself hardening to the point where it was painful. He never wanted this to stop. Never wanted her to cease her cries of pleasure—pleasure that he was creating. Him, and only him.

The thought made him want to cum right then and there.

He squeezed her nipple between a thumb and forefinger, before going back to rubbing her already swollen clit. Slow, circular motions, broken by the occasional quick flick. That, accompanied by his impatient thrusts was enough to have her crying out in ecstasy.

She was so addicting.

And he was so, so glad that he convinced her to spend the night in his apartment.

At least... until...

"Itachi," Sasuke said, walking through the door, key spinning around his finger. "I need—"

Silence.

For a long moment, all was still.

Sasuke and Itachi just stared at each other, eyes as wide as they could go.

Hinata blushed madly, then made a small 'eep' noise that he couldn't quite describe. But instead of pushing Itachi away like any other woman would've done, she hugged him like a pillow, as if to hide her nakedness. Unfortunately, that only caused him to go hilt deep inside her.

Itachi clamped his mouth shut to contain his groan.

This woman...

"I—" Sasuke swallowed, frozen.

"Get out," Itachi ordered darkly. It was more terrifying than any amount of screaming others might've done.

The effect was immediate. Sasuke gathered his bearings, and with speed that would've put Konoha's Yellow Flash to shame, had locked and slammed his door shut.

As soon as he left, Itachi slumped over Hinata's form, sighing into her neck in a way that made her squeak. What was the point of moving out if his brother was just going to drop by in the middle of the night like he usually did? Itachi didn't mind his brother hanging around, but they weren't children anymore. Perhaps he should take away his key? Or set a curfew, barring him from visiting after dark?

"U—umm," Hinata murmured, shifting. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself.

"I'm sorry about that," he replied. Still half-stiff. He'd have to finish this off by himself in the bathroom because damn did it hurt.

"M—M..."

"What?" he asked, backing up slightly to look at her face. Good lord, that blush did things to him. And she was still so wet. He was going to have to bother his little brother relentlessly tomorrow.

"I w—w..."

"You're stuttering," he rebuked.

"Yes, b—"

"Hinata, just tell me."

"I want you to move!"

Itachi sighed in despair, already pushing away.

"Not like that!" Hinata yelled, drawing him back by the shoulders. She clung to him like a koala. And once again, inadvertently sheathed him completely. "L—Like this."

Her hips rocked forward.

His eyes widened, bewildered. Even as he hardened again.

Does she really still want to—

Growling, he shoved her back against the wall.

He'd question it later.