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Itachi tuts softly, hushing you like a misbehaving child. Languidly, he plucks at your hardened nipple. You try your hardest to keep still on his lap, but every muscle pulses with rigid restraint and is wrought with tension.
You let out a small whimper.
"Sit still and be quiet," Itachi scolds you, twisting your nipple roughly in warning.
Your teeth gnaw over your bruised lips. Another twitch of his cock has sweat beading from the nape of your neck, trailing down the curve of your back, dipping in between the divots of your spine—only to be brushed dry when he leans forward, his Hokage robes wicking it away.
The new angle almost makes you keen. But you hold steady. Keep silent. Even though you can feel his heartbeat stuttering, thundering against your spine.
As much as you'd like to move. Need the friction. Need to writhe and bounce and grind your hips into his until your vision goes white. Want to pant and gasp and moan until he paints your walls white.
Itachi has already decided that he'd rather you warm his cock while he works.
You think you've done something bad.
Even though you're certain you haven't.
You came as quickly as Shisui called for you. You went to his favourite dango shop. You're wearing the necklace he gave you after he made things official—garnet and pearl.
But between your stifled pleased shivers, your eyes take in the missive on his desk. He doesn't mind if you read documents—even the top-secret ones. You would never betray him. He'd never allow anyone to hurt you.
But as the words unblur, you realise where his frustration comes from.
Another Daimyo trying to usurp the peace he's spent years trying to balance.
No wonder he's stressed. It makes you relax a bit and lean into the way he needs you right now. Pliant and submissive. Unlike everything else in the world.
You think that's why he loves you. Because you see him. Outside of his accolades and achievements. Outside of the mask he wears for the village, his friends, his family. You see him for the man he is: strong, but deeply afraid of letting people down.
It's why you try your best not to let him down. To be the good woman he deserves. But it's hard when he has days like this. When Shisui calls you into the office because Itachi's stressed and you're the only thing that can calm him down.
Because he gets like this.
Greedy. Selfish. Cruel.
Not the lover that graces your bed most nights.
Selfless and giving and kind.
Who spends hours nestled between your thighs, using a mixture of his tongue, fingers and cock to please you. The same lover you've essentially moved in with as your neighbours were getting quite cross with how obsessed he could be with getting you to cry out his name.
These days, the ones when he demands and takes, rather than gives don't come often.
A whine bubbles at the back of your throat. But you're quick to silence yourself. Clamping your lips together. Setting your jaw tight and tense. Holding your breath until your eyes cross.
Itachi wants you quiet while he works.
Your blurred eyes concentrate on the yellow folder sandwiched between the manila-coloured ones. The brief flick of colour tethers you, giving you something to focus on other than Itachi's throbbing cock inside your dripping cunt.
It's a bright yellow. Almost the shade of the sunflowers he gave you last week. The folder isn't thick. Only about three sheets of paper inside. It must be a mission report from a Genin.
You imagine what it must say. Perhaps it's a team of newly graduated Academy students picking up litter. Or perhaps it's more exciting, like the infamous cat retrieval mission you've heard so much about.
Either way, the thoughts are a welcome reprieve from the heat building in the centre of your stomach. It dulls the ache inside you and you begin to breathe normally. Begin to unlatch how you're gritting your teeth together.
However, it's short-lived. Itachi cruelly shifts underneath you, leaning forward to scribble something into his notebook. The motion tilts you forward, letting loose a string of airy breathy moans.
"Haa-ahh!"
His swollen tip drags against your inner walls. Poking and prodding at that spot that makes you weep. The spot he knows will have you singing his name for the entire office, the entire village to hear.
If he would just let you.
The promise of an orgasm dances on the edge of your mind. He's barely even done anything, but you're ready to fall over the edge. Just as quickly as you've already fallen for him.
You can't help but circle your hips. Get more of that delicious friction happening. Keep rubbing his tip against that one, perfect spot that has you drooling.
"Stop that," he hisses, gripping onto your still-roving hips. But the force of his hands and how his fingers dig into your flesh only serves to push you closer. You feel his hot exhale on the curve of your neck before the wetness of his mouth.
"Not yet, darling," he hums, dragging his teeth against the sensitive and heated flesh.
A shameful sob breaks your lips open. But the smoothness of his voice stills you.
"Just wait until I finish this," he promises, the thick pads of his thumbs caressing the plump flesh of your ass. "Then I'll take care of you."
You want to be good for your Hokage. Because even though he can be cruel when he fucks you, especially on days like these, he's still the kindest man in the village. And he'd never disappoint anyone he loves.
Especially his cock-drunk, completely stuffed and drooling girlfriend.
You feel like a cat stalking their prey. Almost hidden in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike at your next meal. Even though you know the real predator here is Itachi.
It doesn't help that each movement—a sigh leaving his lips, the slight tensing of his thighs to keep you perched—chips away at the remaining bit of your self-control, leaving only the core nugget of truth left: your absolute obedience to the man sitting behind you.
"Keep still. Be quiet. Keep still. Be quiet."
You chant it like a prayer. Keep it locked inside your body like an oath. It becomes your lifeline. Your tether to keep yourself from falling off the peak.
Part of you thinks Itachi wouldn't mind if you fell. He loves you too much to be mad at you for something as simple as cumming all over his cock. You know for a fact that he loves feeling how you tense around him, how your body convulses in his arms, how you soak his cock and sometimes pelvis and thighs.
He wouldn't be mad.
But he'd look at you, disappointment flooding those dark eyes and it'd make you hate yourself for not being good enough, perfect enough for the Itachi Uchiha.
After he chose you, too.
You know how many other girls in the village would kill to be in your position. Would absolutely murder you for the chance to be his girlfriend. To stand alongside him in all his events. To get the special treatment the village bestows on the Hokage's girlfriend. To be stuffed to the brim with his cock every single night.
And your stomach twists.
Fuck those other girls.
Itachi is yours.
He chose you.
So you can be still and not move. Sit prettily on his lap for as long as he needs. Can ignore the knowing looks and thinly veiled comments you always get from his office workers whenever Itachi gets in these moods and you leave the office, barely able to walk straight or stand upright after.
It's all worth it to be his.
Itachi must notice your determination. How you're sitting perfectly still. Breaths long and even. Not moving a single muscle. Besides the slight fluttering caresses your walls are doing to his cock, but you can't help those.
He smiles against your neck and you feel his fingers move from your ass to the centre of your thighs.
"Open, darling."
The sound of your slickened thighs squelching open forces a molten heat in your body.
You haven't been this wet in ages.
An embarrassed squeak titters from your lips. But Itachi merely chuckles. It's a patronising, derisive, mocking thing like he's amused at the mess you've made.
You just know you'll be carrying his robes out with you, feeding into his office's rumour mill.
As if they didn't have enough material from the last time you visited.
But all thoughts fly out of your mind the second his fingers pat at your clit. The needy little thing makes you jerk, his cock sliding out an inch.
"Fuck!" you cry out, half in arousal and half in frustration. Tears spring into your eyes, making them glassy and shiny when you look back at him.
"I didn't mean to move, Itachi," you say pitifully, biting your lower lip.
He's quick to capture the bruised nub between his own teeth. Sucking it into his warm mouth.
You can still taste the sugar on his lips from the dango when he breaks away.
"You're being quite the distraction, darling." Itachi tuts, shaking his head. But the sheen in his eyes isn't from disappointment.
Red floods his black irises, making your pulse quicken and moisture flood to your centre.
If his Sharingan is on… his control has broken.
Lightly, he grips your nape and forces you forward, bending you until your forehead is just barely touching his desk.
Fingertips dance along your spine until they come to a still at the base.
"Such a needy, little thing. I don't think you'll allow me to get any more work done until I make you cum."
He's almost cruel with his words. But he's crueller with his actions. Rising slightly from his seat, he fills you once more, stuffing you with the inch you let escape.
Your moan is almost primal in the way it overtakes you. But the way his hips snap against yours, once and then twice and then over and over is nothing short of enlightening.
It's practically religious what Itachi does to you. Has you screaming to the heavens, yes. But he brings you there, gripping so tightly on his cock, you're certain that's the key to nirvana.
How it stretches you. How it fills you up. How your walls mould to his shape every single time he allows you to have him.
There's nothing more heavenly, more holier than Itachi's cock when he's fucking you.
White hot flares of heat lick at your skin when you feel it building. What was a slow preamble is now rushing towards you like a raging, erupting volcano.
"That's it, my darling. This is what you needed."
His praise lifts you up even higher. You can feel it from the tips of your toenails to the ends of your matted hair.
"You needed to cum on my cock today, didn't you?"
Your head nods furiously. Forehead dropping to the missive, he grabs onto the back of your head, pulling your head up and away from the papers.
"Say it. Say you needed to cum for your Hokage."
You orgasm with a scream. Broken babbles of incomprehensible speech leave your lips as you try to echo what he wants. But he doesn't allow you to stop.
Doesn't allow you to take a single breath before he's forcing another one out of you. Fingers rubbing against your overly sensitive nub, his hips thrust against yours, the tip of his cock finding that perfect spot perfectly.
Over and over again.
Your second orgasm is rough and abrupt. Ripped out of you without a single word of warning. You practically feel it dripping down your thighs.
But Itachi doesn't let up. He's almost hateful in the way his cock fucks your overspent cunt. Forcing it deeper and harder. Coaxing more wetness out of you.
It has you bracing against his desk, the mountain of paperwork shaking and falling like autumnal leaves to the floor.
Shisui is going to kill you for the mess.
But you don't care. Not when Itachi lets out a guttural moan and fills you with rope after rope of his cum.
Despite his furied fucking, he's gentle now. Keeps absolutely still. Doesn't push his cum deeper in your womb like he does most nights, eyes transfixed at how greedily your cunt swallows his seed.
He doesn't move. Hips anchored to yours. Cock twitching its last drops inside of you.
Itachi stays motionless. As if savouring the moment of utter release.
Until you feel him slipping out of you. You start to move, to clean yourself up, but he hushes you once again.
"Just lie there for me, my love. Let me take care of you," he says it softly. Like he almost hates himself for hurting you like this. Treating like this.
He always gets like this after these couplings. Even though you've told him time and time again, you don't mind it. Everyone has to let off steam.
Even Itachi Uchiha.
But you can still hear the sharp intakes of breath when he skirts over the bruises on your skin.
From his desk.
From his fingers.
Like always, you do as he says. You wait patiently as he wipes you clean and helps you get dressed. You fight him for the robes you dirtied before you eventually convince him that he can't go around with cum-stained clothes.
"You have an extra set here, yes?"
Itachi nods, running his fingers through his sweated hair. You take over the action, wanting to soothe him even more before you leave.
Your nails scratch lovingly at his scalp, lulling his head into your chest.
"Yes. It was a good idea to keep extras in the office," he mutters.
"Much like getting your office soundproofed. I don't even want to know what your office would have had to say after this visit," you laugh coquettishly.
He presses a tender kiss right above your heart.
"Thank you for coming today."
You lovingly tap your fingers onto his forehead.
"I'd never disobey a direct order from my Hokage."