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iambilliejeanok · 11 months

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Hi! I'd like to request a heacanon for Sasuke, Gaara and Neji if that's alright? I'd love to see you write them react to their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys?

You got it babe! Let’s replace Neji with Shikamaru💗

Warnings: 18+, NSFW AND SFW, darcyphillia

Sasuke

SFW

Sasuke is well aware of the madness that goes on in that little head of yours, so he prepares himself for anything at all times. Walking in on him in the shower might not bother him too much, but randomly deciding to join in and shower too? He might be slightly annoyed, but that annoyance doesn’t last too long as soon as you splash water on his face as you proceed to reach for your soap.

He has accustomed himself to having zero personal space in the time that he’s known you, the beginning being a little unusual to him, maybe extremely unusual, but overtime he’s grown to depend on your presence. Sasuke always takes advantage of his situations, especially if it involves you being in personal space, so before you even get to scrubbing yourself down, the bottle of his favorite shampoo magically appears right in front of your face. Mind you, this is your shampoo. And yes he has his own, but he “only feels special and clean with your products”. Gasping, you shift your head to take a look at him, eyeing him up and down, “How dare you”, you say, “Well, you’re here, so do me the favour, or what’s the point?, he questions. “What the fuck Sasuke, how about a “Oh babe you know I really enjoy having you wash my hair, please help me out, I’ll wash yours too””, you say, Sasuke unable to hold in a chuckle at your weak imitation of his voice. But you remain serious, and when he notices that he gets serious too, the two of you simply staring at each other. Sasuke finally speaks, “Baby, you know I love having you wash my hair, please be a good girl?”, he says as though he’s bored, making you gasp once again. “Please?”, he pouts. “Fuck you”, you say, grabbing the shampoo from his hand, “That’s my girl”, he says before turning around, to allow you to work your magic.

NSFW

If you want to shower with him, then baby, you’re going to shower with him. There’s just something about the feel of your fingers gently scratching his scalp that sends signals to his peepee, so as soon as you’re done he’s definitely in the mood to “wash” you, immediately reaching for your loofah and body wash, lathering it up faster than you can question him.

You’re also a blushy mess because he’s incredibly sexy under all that steam and water, his dark eyes droopy from how relaxing the hair wash was, licking his lips while holding eye contact, making you look elsewhere, trying not to melt under his stare. Lifting your chin up with his fingers, you seriously can no longer hide your blush, making him lick those pretty lips of his once again, forcing you to gulp unconsciously. “Turn around”, he says, his voice deep, low and you know he’s about to rock your world, quickly obeying him to face the fogged up glass. He wastes no time, immediately wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him, your naked, wet body pressed right against his, the feel of his erection pressing against your lower back arousing you all the more. “Let’s get you all cleaned up yeah”, he whispers in your ear, goosebumps now decorating your skin from how sinister those words sound with that voice of his. “Okay”, you squeak, mentally slapping yourself for giving in so easy. You’re supposed to be a bit of tease, but here you are, submitting for no reason at all. Cupping your breasts, Sasuke begins tweaking one of your nipples, nibbling your neck as he gently scrubs your torso, pulling back at the sound of a gasp. Gently, he lifts your arm up, washing your armpit and gently placing it down before doing the same on the other side. He so gentle with his touches you slowly grow tired, but the occasional nibble and random dirty talk keep you wide awake.

Forcing his knee between your thighs, you part your legs for him like the obedient little girl you’ve been up until now. “Tch, dirty, dirty girl”, he whispers in your ear at the fell of how goey you already were from your arousal. “Sasuke…”, you gasp as he slowly rubs your clit in circles with the pads of his middle and ring finger, licking a trail up your neck to your ear only to lightly bite your earlobe. “Sasuke!”, you softly moan, surprised with how overwhelmed you already are. Moving his hand away he reaches for the shower head, pulling it off the wall to bring it down between your legs. “Thank you for washing my hair babe, I’ll make sure to leave you extra clean”, he whispers again, spreading your lips apart with one hand to expose your clit to the high pressure, warm water shooting out the shower head.

He will decide when you’re clean enough to relieve you from this torture.

Gaara

SFW

I mean its no surprise to Gaara. He loves you so much and can’t handle being away from you for too long. He also walks in on your showers regularly to join you, and actually prefers taking his showers with you. He never intends to get sexual with you, he just loves being near you, conversing about his plans, or how his day went…not that he wont get sexual hehehe…

Gaara is way too clingy for his own good, not that you mind though, because it does somewhat benefit you. Barging in his shower time might actually make his day, immediately wrapping his arms around you, softly laughing at your sudden intrusion. Never letting go of you, he wants to help you wash your body, he ALWAYS helps you wash and you must say, he does a great job at keeping you clean. He’s so adorable and excited to have you in his company that you can’t help but assist him yourself, although he does have a bit of a routine, which you can handle of course. It really makes him feel extra special when you take care of him just how he prefers it.

He will really talk your ears off in there, so be prepared if you want to invite yourself in. Wrapping his arms around you and snuggling into your neck, occasionally planting kisses there is what’s happening for the remainder if the shower, until the water gets cold, so hopefully you don’t have low iron issues. Sometimes you’ll join him late in the night after a long day just so he can wash you and hold you in his arms like this. He’s happy to have you fall asleep in his arms while you’re standing, since you’re so sweet and calm when he helps you out and into your clothes. Not that he can’t handle the hyper version of his princess who loves jumping on him and playfully wacking him with towels as he hets himself ready. The difference is just nice sometimes.

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He’s not much a fan of shower sex, if anything, he finds it quite overrated and has already expressed his disdain towards it. He just finds it really unsexy. The shower is for showering…or maybe its being wet while at it that kind of pisses him off. He certainly wont be able to enjoy his nut covered in water. Sometimes the water gets cold too and it throws the whole mood off, but meet him outside the shower hehehehe, that’s something he can work out. He’s quite sensual about how he moisturizes you and loves it when you moisturize him too. Rub your body against his while you’re at it please…and a little oral never hurts anyone right.

Your hands on him put him in such a trans, he can’t help the erection he gets at the feel of your soft hands rubbing him down, the warmth of the cream against his skin adding towards the sensation of it all. Closing his eyes and using his hands to lean against the counter, you tend to use this opportunity to have a little fun yourself, licking your lips and swallowing to the thought of tasting him, softly whispering his name out to ask for permission, “Gaaraaa….”, his eyes opening ever so slowly, a split second of confusion on his face making you softly giggle before he finds you on your knees. “Hmm”, he says, clearing his throat, “Yeah?”, he speaks, intoxicated with the spell of relaxation you have him under. Rubbing his hard tummy to silently communicate your desire he licks his bottom lip, pulling your shower cap off to start playing with your hair, gathering it all in one hand before leaning back again, eager for whatever it was you were trying to do to him and without wasting another second, you impatiently wrap your lips around the tip of him, circling your tongue around him to taste the precum you’d been eyeing for the past minute. “Woah”, he softly chuckles at your eagerness, tugging your hair to pull you off of him, making you pout disappointedly. “Slowly baby, don’t be greedy”, he teases, leaning back again.

Letting the greedy little demon inside of you take over, you give his balls a kiss, darting your tongue out flat, to lick a trail up from the base of his cock to the tip, collecting all the precum around his tip and licking his urethra, you were already drooling over how he tasted, withdrawing your tongue to savor as much of it as you could before diving in once again, lapping his urethra to make sure you got it all, swirling your tongue over the tip before wrapping your lips around him, sucking him to your hearts content. You had even forgotten what he had said a minute ago, moaning ever so sweetly as you swallowed more of him, greedily taking more until you felt him touch your uvula, keeping him there for as long as you could, quickly jerking your head back to harshly suck in a breath of air. Your clit throbbed, your knees slightly rising as you squeezed your thighs together,a soft moan escaping your lips before you wrapped them around him again, taking him as deep as you could again, just like he taught you. Taking note of your constant shifting he knew you were enjoying this a little too much, biting his lip to stifle his own noises, wondering if he should take over.

Carefully, he separated you from him, his desire to relieve you of your arousal greater than this. “Gaara?”, you softly whimper, looking up at him in frustration, but he before you could complainhe quickly lifts you up, placing you on the counter and spreading your legs. “Gaaraaa, I wasn’t finished!”, you moan as he immediately gets to stroking your vuvlva with his tongue, softly sucking your clitoris and letting go with a pop, never breaking eye contact. “I promise you’ll have your turn right after me okay babe?”

Shikamaru

SFW

Shikamaru simply does not have the energy to react to these kind of surprises. He’s most comfortable around you than anyone else, so this is the most vulnerable he can be period. “Y/n?”, he nonchalantly acknowledges your presence, dramatically covering his chest with his arms, watching you stand right in front of him to get some of that warm water on you. “Please, babe I’ve already seen those pretty nips Shika! The waters too hot!”, you whine. “Excuse me ma’am?”, he finally speaks, lifting an eyebrow. “Yes my love”, you say, trying to remain casual in hopes that Shika wouldn’t kick you out. You’ve always wanted to shower with him, turning around to look at him, his long, black hair clinging to his face and shoulders. “Babe… what exactly do you think you’re doing?”, “Well what else would I be doing in the shower Shika? Pass me my loofah over there hun”.

Eventually he accepts your presence, simply standing there, observing the way you begin scrubbing yourself. “So babe, what about me then?”, he asks, his first time ever showing with you filled with lots of expectations. “Come here”, you giggle, pulling him closer, your bodies pressing against each other as you begin scrubbing him too. The feeling of your soapy, bare tits rubbing his abdomen is a sensation he’s new to, slightly blushing as you begin rinsing him. He might actually like this…or maybe not, he’s undecided, waiting to see where this goes. Spreading his butt-cheeks apart, you begin washing in between them, trying to hide the smile spreading across your face from how he couldn’t stop blushing. This is intimate. Very intimate. But he kind of likes it, you love him this much? Now he wants to return the favor, to prove that he loves you just as much of course.

He actually doesn’t like being wet for too long, so as soon as the two of you are all cleaned up, he’s turning the water off and reaching for the towels. He’s a little meticulous about how he handles his business during shower time so you follow his lead as you’ve always done to avoid any judgmental stares.

NSFW

After a nice hot shower though, he’s so relaxed, he wants nothing but to lay down with you, reaching his hand up your dress/shirt, cupping your boob in his hand as he casually nibbles on you neck. “Shika! Omg”, you whine, irritated as you try to put on a movie, his large hands groping and grabbing you everywhere, forcing you onto the inside of the couch while lifting up your shirt, too strong for you to stop with merely your hands. “You interrupted my shower…so now I’m gonna interrupt your movie”, and he’s on you, relieved to finally have your nipple in his mouth as he starts sucking, and you just have to lay there, staring at the ceiling, completely annoyed as Shika softly sucks and bites, grazing your nipple with his teeth and sucking. Two minutes into it, you were so sensitive, barely able to control your needy whimpers and moans. You couldn’t handle it any longer, an orgasm not far from happening, but it hurt so much you weren’t sure if you could hold out any longer. And his body squishing yours against the couch meant you couldn’t move much, so you began tugging on his thick hair, Shika getting the message, moving on to terrorize your untouched nipple, that orgasm quickly gaining on you. A minute or so passes and Shika can feel you slightly shiver beneath him, the continuous, uncontrolled moans and whimpers he heard telling him you were really feeling good. Wondering how long you could handle this, he didn’t stop when you started tugging on his hair again, your pussy aching with how good you felt. Every time he nibbled on your poor nip you softly screamed, your hand now pulling on his shirt, the other pushing his forehead back.

“Shika! Oh my god”, you breathlessly whimper, struggling to gain any control as his hand now slipped down your undies, quickly finding you clit, removing his hand and spitting on his fingers to place them right back between your legs, massaging your clit in sloppy circles. “Shika pleaseee! Fuck!’, you whine, the pain on your nipple now unbearable as tears stung your eyes. “Shika Shikaaaa!”, you scream, your lover finally letting go of your poor nipple, bringing up to quickly cup your breast. “Tch baby, you’re ruining my fun”, he says softly, his warm breath against your face as his fingers continue his work. “Wait, you’re crying, aww baby, I’m sorry don’t cry, hey look at me”, he says, your teary eyes sparkling with the cutest pout on your face. “Shika that really hurt”, you sniff, burying your face in his neck, absolutely refusing to look at him. “Ahhhh!”, you moan aloud, Shika slowly shoving his middle finger inside of you, removing the hand you had on your boob to grab his muscles bicep. Nudging your face with his, he tries to get your attention, “Yeah, maybe I was being a little too mean…please forgive me?”, he asks ever so sweetly, the tone of his voice convincing, and the pleasure of his finger stroking your walls didn’t help the grudge you meant to hold against him for making you cry.

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chocolatetheoristcloud · 1 year

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Ok but I just thought about this:

*Y/N bending over to pick up something*

Sasuke, Shikamaru and Naruto reaction separately:

Naruto: we must stay focused brothers we, must stay focused.

Sasuke: Nice ass

Shikamaru: Do you sit with that ass ? 😏

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honeybeedrabble · 9 months

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can i get a shikamaru x reader, where they are on a mission together to the sand village and perhaps only one bed 😈😈 (also include gaara if u can i love sand emos) - also only one tent and pillow wall

MDNI 18+

OMG. THIS !!!! mission sex? probably the hottest sex. at least for shinobi. something about shikamaru improperly using shadow paralysis while the Kazekage feels you up in his office 😳😳

CW: AFAB reader x shikamaru x gaara, somnophilia, mission sex, only one tent, only one sleeping bag, handjob, cum eating (?), eiffel tower, MFM threesome, improper use of shadow possession, pet names, unprotected piv (don’t be stupid), cream pie (don’t be stupid), oral (m receiving) lmk what else lol

September 22. It was September 22, Shikamaru’s 19th birthday and yet he was summoned by the Hokage for a mission. Sure, he could’ve just declined, everyone told him to anyways, but Shikamaru knew some things had to be done. And yeah, he complained the whole time that it was ‘a drag to work on his birthday’ but with his wallet running slimmer by the day, a low risk mission to the hidden sand didn’t seem like the worst idea for a couple ryō. He figured he’d throw a bigger belated birthday party after he got paid so to him it was whatever.

When he was summoned to the Hokages quarters and saw that he wouldn’t be alone, but instead paired up with you? Oh baby… it was a win-win for Shikamaru all around. The mission itself was easy, travel to the hidden sand, deliver a few scrolls and plant a few medicinal herbs native to konoha. Since the war has been passed for a few years, the allied nations don’t seem to have any animosity towards each other and the path ahead should be clear.

It didn’t take long for you two to head out, traveling west to the village. You hadn’t exactly come prepared, telling Shikamaru that you had already been assigned for this mission before he had so you had only packed one tent and one sleeping bag. Luckily you had enough hindsight to see you might have some food or water shortages, especially in the desert heat, and rations weren’t an issue.

When traveling, Shikamaru told you to lead the way so he could keep a better eye on you. But to be honest, he was just staring at your ass the whole time, watching your hips sway side to side after each step you took. It caught him off gaurd when you turned you head to speak to him.

“Hey, isn’t it your birthday?” you asked, ignoring the feeling you thought you caught him staring at your ass (you did).

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

“I dunno, I guess never took you for the type to not celebrate your birthday.” You replied with a shrug. Shikamaru raised a brow.

“ What d’you mean?”

“Well I mean… going on a three day mission to the hidden sand and back doesn’t quite strike me as a celebration,” you said with a laugh. Shikamaru chuckled.

“I guess you’re right. It is a real drag having to do this but I need the money anyways. Besides, if I didn’t come you’d be out here all by yourself, who’d protect you then?” He smirked. You blushed, shrugging off your flustered reaction with an eye roll.

“Pft, maybe someone who brought their own sleeping bag,” you teased.

“Touché. But you have to admit, the company’s nice.”

“It is... Happy birthday, Shikamaru.”

“Thanks.”

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You two had somehow traveled a little ways past the halfway point, and you could tell by how late it was partnered with how tired you felt. After a long dinner of canned soup, protein bars, jerky and dried fruit you had pulled out the tent. Snapping each piece together with a small click each time. You threw the cover on and tucked in the corners, zipping the tents zippers in place before unzipping and crawling in. Once you were in you rolled out your sleeping bag.

“Do you want to share?” You asked, unzipping the zipper and opening up the bag. Shikamaru was slightly taken aback and shook his head.

“No it’s fine, s’my fault I didn’t pack a bag, I don’t want to inconvenience you.” He said, laying down on the grass. You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“It’s big enough for the both of us, trust me I’ve had to do this on a few missions before. Nothing I’m not used to.” You reassured, laying down inside. You motioned with your hands for him to come inside and he let out a small huff.

“Fine, but only cause you wore me down.” He said, trying to hide his excitement.

He crawled into the tent, immediately he could tell how much warmer it was with you. Shikamaru got in next to you and zipped the bag up behind him. He nestled closer to you and you flipped on your side facing away from him, and he settled in against your back in the snug sleeping bag.

“I’m sorry about your birthday,” you said, still facing away. His head sunk lower near yours.

“Don’t worry. It’s going a lot better than I thought it was,” he said low and sleepy.

You had fallen asleep pretty fast, he could tell because of the soft, steady breaths you took besides him. While you were happily sleeping, you didn’t anticipate occasionally grinding into him. The push of your ass was enough to keep Shikamaru awake, and he couldn’t help himself from sleepily grinding into you. When you stirred for a moment Shikamaru stilled immediately, his heart pounding out of his chest. When he heard your sleepy sighs and breaths he went back to his prior movements.

He continued to press himself against you, moving when you did. The curve of your ass hugging the outline of his dick euphorically. However, the pleasure was subsided by his need for sleep and his hips stopped meeting yours in an attempt to save energy. He realized most of the grinding was on his part and not yours, when he stopped you had. Slowly he drifted off, fighting the urge to not jerk himself off under your shared sleeping bag while you dreamt.

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The second day you two had decided to take things easier and walk half of the time rather than run. While you were leading, Shikamarus gaze felt hungrier. Everytime you looked back, his eyes lingered on your ass far too long to be a coincidence. You had a feeling yesterday, but today had confirmed your suspicions.

“So, what are you planning on doing when you get home?” You asked him, turning your head to look at him. His eyes lingered on your ass for a few seconds shamelessly before snapping up and meeting yours.

“I’m going straight home, I’ve got something in mind,” he said, his lips curling into a small smirk. You were confused.

“What do you mean? Are you gonna have the party at your house?” You asked. Shikamaru let out a small laugh, his hand reaching down to adjust his crotch, his semi hard on making itself present.

“Sure, I guess I can call it a party. But it’s gonna be a party of just myself, unless you wanted to join me?” His eyes had gotten darker and filled with lust as they returned to your ass. You felt your face heat and you felt naked under Shikamarus gaze.

“Um… sure. We can have a small party before everyone gets there. You said you wanted it at your house?” You asked, trying desperately to get his attention. He looked up at your again, his hand adjusting his pants again.

“More specifically my bedroom,” he whispered coming up behind you. He brushed the back of his hand against your ass before passing you and taking the lead himself with you to follow.

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That night when sleeping with Shikamaru in the tent under your sleeping bag, Shikamaru was a mess. He spent 24 hours sexually frustrated, all while he was alone with you. He was a wreck and couldn't help himself to the cruve of your ass for a second night. He was sure you were alseep, but he didn't care if you werent.

He wrapped his arms around you, mercilessly grinding himself into your hips while you stirred underneath him. You couldn't fall back asleep with his movements and you were so turned on it was almost painful. You could feel yourself drenched with arousal as he abused your ass cheeks with his hard cock. You didn't know if you should pretend to be asleep or rock your hips into him and risk him stopping.

Shikamaru was animalistic, growling and whimpering into your ear as his arms flexed around your core, and you couldn't pretend for any longer. You smashed yourself into his groin, grinding pleasantly against his dick. An arm came out from its grip on your waist and gripped your wrist tightly. He unbuckled his pants with the other and brought your hand down to his boxers, where he palmed himself with your hand.

You couldn't help but gasp lightly, feeling how large he swelled under your touch. He hissed as your fingers traced the outline, then shoved his boxers aside for his dick to spring out. He guided your hand to his dick, where you reached out for his tip. He let out a shaky exhale as you smeared his precum around his angry tip, dragging the liquid arousal down his shaft and back up. He groaned in your ear, fucking your fist from behind as you lay at your side.

"Shit- you've got some soft hands." He let out between breaths, slowing his pace to feel every crease of your palm wrapped around his cock.

He picked up his pace, suddenly feeling too crazed with lust to savor your touch. He reached under you, pulling your other arm behind you to add to his pleasure. You whined, rubbing your thighs together sleepily for any friction you could get, the stitch of your pants working just enough to have you craving more. You closed your eyes, imagining how his cock looked soaking wet with his own precum as you jerked him off, his heavy, euphoric breaths mixing with the squelch of your grip on his shaft.

You pumped upwards, your thumb circling his drooly tip and he whined bucking himself into your finger.

"Ah- fuckkk. Do that again. Get as much as you can and slather it over my cock." he instructed, his voice straining. You did, dragging his precum and coating his shaft with the liquid. His breath hitched for a second, grapsing your hands from behind you and cupping them together in front of his tip.

"Fuck-Fuck-Fuck," He moaned heavily, grasping his dick and angrilly pumping it with his own hands. "Ngh- fuck. ahhh..." He spilled his thick ropes into your hands, the ribbons full and heavy. As soon as he finished cumming he dragged his dick into the cupped seed, fucking your hands one last time before putting himself away.

"Eat up," he smirked, whispering in your ear lazily. He fell asleep soon after and you wiped your hands off on your pants with your inner thigh. You licked a finger, tasting his cum and felt hornier than ever. You had to go to sleep that night without touching yourself, not wanting to get his leftover cum inside of you.

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The next morning morning neither of you spoke about the previous night. Shikamaru was internally cursing himself for being so unprofessional and letting his perversions get to him. You however, were craving more. You didn’t get to see him that night, how his eyebrows knotted and his eyes pinched shut as his mouth fell open letting out pleasurable moans while cumming several roles into your palms. You thought about it a lot and by the time you two reached the hidden sand you were soaking.

These scrolls were important and by no means was anyone allowed to open or read the contents inside. In order to prevent any curious eyes, you and Shikamaru were ordered to deliver them to the Kazekage himself. When you entered the building the Kazekag was sat at his desk, the room empty as he awaited your arrival.

“Ah, the hidden leaf shinobi. I take it that the journey was easy?” He asked.

“Yeah, the way over wasn’t too bad, Lord Gaara.” Shikamaru said, stepping in with you to follow, closing the door behind you.

“Thats a relief, I’m aware that your birthday was two days ago so I apologize for the abrupt mission. And please Shikamaru, no reason to be so formal with such an old friend.” Gaara said with a small smile. Shikamaru nodded. “And hello to you too,” Gaara said, switching the conversation towards you. You smile.

“Hello, Lord Gaara! It’s nice seeing you again. I wish it was under different circumstances though, with the journey back we’ll have to get on our way soon.” You sigh sadly.

“Now now, no need to rush. I haven’t seen you in a while, why don’t you sit down? I missed you.” Gaaras voice was lower, his eyes gently looking into yours. You felt hot suddenly, and definitely didn’t want to act weird around the Kazekage. You needed some air.

“Um, sure. Sorry, I’ll be back I just need some air.” You said, fanning yourself. You spun around and headed for the door when suddenly your body froze in place. You grunted trying to move your legs when you watched thick, black stripes make their way up your legs. Your eyes widened, turning you head behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shikamaru asked demandingly, his eyes narrowed looking at yours. Shadow paralysis. He walked up to you and turned you around, still stuck in his jutsu.

“What are you doing, Captain?” you whined, looking back at the men in front of you. Shikamaru wandered behind you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

“Fuck- I’ve been thinking about this all mission. That handy you gave me last night isn’t nearly enough, I need you.” he breathed heavy into your skin. You felt your body shake, a vibration sent down your spine as Shikamaru nibbled gently on your delicate skin. You watched through half lidded eyes as Gaara approached you, his hands sliding between your shirt and vest and he slid the vest off- it hit the floor with a light thud.

“I haven’t seen you in months,” He whispered, grabbing your waist and rubbing small circles with his thumbs. “I almost forgot how you felt,” He added. Gaara grabbed the end of your shirt, pulling it over your head slowly and watching as your skin started to reveal itself under the lifted fabric. As he tossed the garment to the floor, Shikamaru was quick to undo your bra clasps, pushing the straps off your shoulders as the underwear landed on your shirt and vest on the ground.

“So beautiful,” Gaaras eyes were blown and dark, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him. His head dipped down to your tits, popping a hardened nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his tongue. You couldn’t help but let out a soft breath, still unable to move the paralysis placed on you. You tried struggling with the jutsu, yet ultimately unable to undo yourself from Shikamarus power.

He grabbed your head and pulled it to the side, then pulled himself into your lips, crashing into you with a messy kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your cunt already wet with arousal as Gaara fondled your other fit in his hand. Shikamaru was able to silence your moans with his tongue as it lazily lapped at yours slowly and softly. He opened his mouth and a trail of spit connected you two together.

“Goddamn, you make me crazy. I ought to bend you over that desk and take you for myself.” Shikamaru said, grabbing a fistful of your ass. You whined, the feeling of his shadow around you tightening.

“Don’t be selfish. You can have her all you want back at the leaf, I don’t have that luxury,” Gaara said, popping your tit out of his mouth with a pop. “Ngh- I want to touch you… be inside you… taste you… I have to have you, beautiful. Right on my desk.” Gaara picked you up, Shikamarus shadow possession allowing you to wrap your legs around him.

He brought you to his desk, Shikamaru standing in front of it with you and Gaara behind. You felt the jutsu gently leave, allowing you to move better. You bent of the desk, Gaaras chest pressed against your back as his hands trailed down your stomach down to your core. He unbuttoned you pants from the back, grabbing the zipper and slowly pulling it down. He then lifted off of you and pulled your pants and panties off together. He whimpered softly as he watched your slick covered underwear fall down your thighs. You stepped out of your pants, naked and splayed out on the desk, shaking gently in arousal.

“I knew it, you were wet,” Gaara groaned, palming his erection through his pants. Shikamaru smirked, undoing his pants and sliding them half way down his thighs. You reached for his boxers, grabbing his waistband and freeing his hard cock. You whined in excitement, pleased by the sight of his hard dick already wet with precum.

Gaara thrusted his clothed dick into your wet cunt, you breathed deeply, tossing your head back to look back at him. He backed off just to undo his own pants, freeing his own sizable dick. You watched as he rubbed the head of his cock against your wet entrance and you both moan in need. He pushed slightly in, you moaned heavily as you felt him part you in half, his thick cock already nudging a spongy spot inside of you. He pushed the rest of his length in and bottomed out inside of you with a raspy groan.

Shikamaru was getting impatient, gliding his hand up and down his girthy length. He positioned his head at your opened mouth and you accepted his angry red tip with gratitude. He hisses in delight, his fingers digging into your hair as your slid him down your throat until he hit the back. You gagged around his length, then slowly released him, grabbing his dick and licking his tip to taste his salty precum, remembering what little you tasted last night.

“You look so beautiful with dick in your mouth. Ngh- feel so warm… so wet… Ahh, I can’t help myself.” Gaara huffed out, slowly sliding out of you before roughly thrusting himself into you again. You moaned around Shikamarus cock, slick running down your thighs as the momentum pushed you further down Shikamarus shaft. Shikamaru winced, his grip on your hair loosening.

“Sucking dick like a natural, I don’t even think I need to put in any work,” He smirked, resting his hand on the back of your head as Gaara stuffed you full of his rock-hard cock. He stuffed you roughly with a tight grip on your hips, you chocking on Shikamarus cock as he gasped in delight.

“Good girl,” Shikamaru praised, running a hand through your hair. You eyes watered as you looked up at him through your lashes, grabbing onto his thighs.

“So tight.. Oh fuuck you’re running down my thighs. Ahhh, beautiful girl, I’m going to miss this pussy,”Gaara grunted, pistoning you full with each snap of his hips. You drooled down Shikamarus cock, your jaw sore from his jolting thrusts inside you mouth. You tan your tongue up and down, tracing a vein that ran along his shaft as his precum continued to fill your mouth.

“Good girl, sucking me like a perfect cock whore. Shit… I’m almost there baby.” Shikamaru stifled, his hips gently thrusting into the back of your throat. You whined around his length, wishing that the pleasure would never end, regardless of your own high quickly approaching.

“Go ahead, love. Cum on this dick. I want to see you choke on his dick as you choke my cock,” Gaara lewdly growled, thirsting into you faster. Shikamaru groaned deeply as you moaned, the vibrations of your throat stimulating him in a new way as he came several ropes into your mouth. You tried swallowing each mouthful as you clenched around Gaaras cock, pulsing around him as warm, salty cum was poured down your throat.

“Fuuuck! Ahh- oh god… Your mouth is so good, you did so good.” Shikamaru praises, bending down to your level and holding your face in his hands as Gaara continues to sloppily fuck you. Shikamaru kissed you, sliding his tongue back into your mouth and tasting himself on your lips. You moan in his mouth still cumming around Gaara as his grip on your hips tighten.

“Ohhh… Yes! Almost, almost- I’m almost there. You’re s-so good,” Gaara breathed. “Cum with me,” Gaara said, hitting your spots just right. Your core aches as you came undone on his Kazekage desk, Shikamaru kissing you all over as Gaara pummeled you and then stilled, cumming deep inside of your pulsating cunt.

“Fuck! T-Thank you, Lord Gaara!” You cried into Shikamarus mouth, your legs shaking as the man behind you overstimulated you into a moaning puddle. Shikamaru planted one last kiss on your lips before he stood up and tucked himself away into his pants. Gaara lay ontop of you, occasionally pushing himself into you as he slowly softened until he pulled out, his cum spilling onto your naked thighs. He kissed the nape of you neck deeply, then stood up and pulled back up his boxers and pants.

You lie there fucked out and stupid, Shikamaru and Gaara exchanged scrolls while Shikamaru went digging through your bag for medicinal herbs that you brought with you.

“Excuse me, Shikamaru?” Gaara asked, completely ignoring the fact you were still naked and shuddering on his desk. Shikamaru raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” He asked.

“I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday one last time,” Gaara smiled. Shikamaru stifled a laugh.

“Thanks, I think this might’ve been my best birthday so far.” He smirks, his gaze landing on you. You whimpered in embarrassment, still naked as the men in front of you softly embraced you in their stares.

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Bed Rest

Shikamaru x f!reader

🔞MINORS DNI 🔞

Warnings: soft core SMUT, swearing, injuries

Summary: a lazy hang out turns to lazy sex (just a quick smut read for on the go. Simple, goofy, with a bit of filler episode humor)

To say I was beat from the mission was an understatement. Turns out, getting slammed in to the ground by your neck really does a lot of damage. My bed at home beckoned to me, plush, soft comforter and lots of space to stretch compared to the bedroll on my back that’s been used for two weeks. It was a dream to be prescribed three days of bed rest by the doctor. But upon opening the bedroom door, I notice a lazy soul already occupying my sweet bed.

“Move over, I’m tired.” I grunt out, slamming face first in to the long forgotten pillow that rest besides Shikamaru’s head. It was common to find him napping in a random spot when I’d come back from missions, sometimes the floor, or the front porch of my house. But my bed was a new one.

“Great to see you and your smart comments are still alive.” He sighs as I can feel his weight shift closer to me, grunting in pain.

I wince as I turn my neck to focus on his bruised face, “I hear you got a nice beat down yourself, champ.”

“Doctors orders for strict bed rest, a drag I can’t go outside and watch the clouds.” He mumbles out, his eyes fluttering slowly shut. I huff a small laugh out as a pinch of pain runs through my neck,” bed rest doesn’t mean an actual bed. It just means get sleep and not get in any fights, Shikamaru. Now get out of my bed so I can get my ordered bed rest.”

I’m only answered by slow and steady breathing, signaling he was already practically asleep. Leave it to Shikamaru to put his best effort in falling asleep. I can only sigh, gathering a pillow to go crash on my own couch in defeat. A slow hand stops me from brokenly standing up,” bed rest, not couch rest. Just lay down and don’t be awkward, damnit.”

“Awkward? You’re in my bed. You’re the only one making this awkward.” I huff out, slamming the pillow against his head and falling back down beside him. He drapes an arm over my side and grumbles,” stop complaining already, if you didn’t like it you would’ve forced me out the door by now, Y/N.”

His delicately placed hand sends electric pulses through my entire body, a sensation that was almost taboo to feel about a close friend. And the anger of him being right sets in.

“Shut up and put your hand somewhere else then, you’re distracting me.” I try to chastise him, resulting in it moving upwards and cupping my breast,” not what I meant.”

He chuckles slightly, close enough to my ear that it sends a shiver against my spine,” if I really wanted to distract you I would.”

His hand kneads slightly, oddly relieving other pains as the ecstasy of the intimate touch invades my senses.

“S-Shikamaru, what are you doing?” I yelp out as his other hand snakes its way under my body and to my other breast.

“I’m showing you what distracting really is.” He clips out, resting his heated face against my neck and nipping softly at it. My body acts on its own free will, arching my back into his body, and grinding my ass against his pelvis deeply.

“But we’re supposed to-“ I begin, being quickly cut off as his breath ghosts over the spot he just bit,” resting… I know.”

He pulls away, minding the sore spots as I moan in frustration,” and I can’t do that now that you’ve made a move on me.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve crossed a line. I’m too tired to think clearly.” He apologizes, quickly suggesting he went home.

“No! I mean, you just caught me off guard. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” I admit sheepishly, guiding his hands back to position. It was his turn to sigh, only this time it was relief… maybe even pleasure. His lower body rhythmically rolls into mine, boasting a defined bulge against me that grows harder with every touch. I can hear the soft moan in my ear and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from following suit.

“I’m pretty lame at the moment… I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” I breathe out, heart quickening with every motion. I suddenly realize it might be beneficial for the both of us as a moan finally escapes my own mouth,“But then again, I wouldn’t mind going slow and enjoying it. I find going slow is quite relaxing and a great way to promote rest.”

“Are you trying to convince yourself, or me, Y/N?” Shikamaru breathes out tiredly as my mind races. I whip around quickly, disregarding any aching pain and settle on top of him with a huff,” fuck it.”

My hands wander across his body, plucking and pulling at the fabric that’s separates us. It felt so wrong, yet so right to know first hand that the man who always complained about women could feel emotions such as intimacy. The friend I always slept or napped with, but never in an intimate way. The static charge of rubbing clothes courses through my finger tips, jolting through my body and down to my core. If I didn’t like him so much… if I didn’t crave or even need him so much, I might just feel guilty. But the feeling of his lips clumsily finding mine between closed eyes and rambunctious limbs fumbling around, felt a little too satisfying. We were both lazy at heart, never in a rush. And it showed as his lips took time against mine. Slowly pulling in my lower lip as his hand finds its way to squeeze against my ass, followed by a light smack. I use his slight distraction to nip at his lip, taking in the faint taste of an after mission cigarette drag. He sharply inhales, finding his bearings in gripping tightly at my hips. Shikamaru’s eyes flutter halfway open, hungrily staring me down as all thoughts escape my head in nervousness,” Y/N, are you okay?”

I shake my head back to reality, looking down at his pants line and back to him,” Y-yeah. Are you… are you okay with this?”

“Yeah.” He huffs a silent laugh as I work at his pants, finally receiving a helping hand as he pulls them below his knees. Shikamaru’s hips jerk as my hand delicately wraps around him, pumping softly and slowly, falling in to a rhythm with his breathing. Shikamaru tilts his head back, moaning slightly with a half cocked smile of bliss, jutting his hips in to each stroke as his face quickly flushes,” just don’t hurt yourself, okay?”

“Don’t worry about me, it’s my neck that bothers me. Not my hand.” I exhale, watching his eyes roll before they meet mine,” if it gets to be too much. Tell me to stop.”

I nod, taking a brief moment to slip off my pants that desperately need a wash after the mission and crawl back on top of him. I find the courage to sink down, the ache between my hips enhancing with each second I take to slide fully on to him. By the time I’m fully settled, it feels like my core is about to burst with ecstasy, until he lifts me slightly by my hips and slams me back down gently. A soft yelp escapes my throat from surprise, quickly hushed by his voice,” does that hurt?”

“No, it- it feels good.” I moan between thrusts, watching as his face contorts from pain to fits of pleasure and ecstasy. My head instinctively moves to fall back, quickly answered with a jolt of pain before Shikamaru goes taut and stops all movement,” Shikamaru, I said I was okay. Keep going… please.”

He nods, resuming his motion as I feel the familiar knot in my stomach, unfortunately dulled by the ebbing pain that seemed to rush back in uninvited. My eyes shut tight, spots flickering as my neck hurts and lower body goes numb in pleasure. My moan is choked out by Shikamaru’s own, followed quickly as his pace picks up, using the last of his energy to finish strong and rough.

“Look at me, Y/N.” He hisses out between his clenched jaw, forcing my eyes to obey and lock on to his before they wander once again with the sensation of pure ecstasy. With a guttural moan from Shikamaru, I can feel the hot ropes pulse in to me and his body becomes rigid once again. His head arches back in to the pillow behind him, his moan quickly becoming a whimper, and guilt makes me hope it’s from pleasure and not pain. I can barely manage to flop over beside him and try my best to hide the winces, but fail miserably.

“It was too much for the both of us, wasn’t it?” He sighs, eyes fixated on the ceiling as his hand rubs against his torso. I reach my hand to move his, taking his place to rub at the bruising area softly,” probably. But you always sucked at timing.”

His hand snakes upwards to cup the back of my neck and rub soft circles where it hurt the most, and his eyes slowly meet mine,” such a drag I didn’t do it sooner.”

I find my eyes fluttering closed at the lulling touch against my neck, being pulled slowly to rest my head against his chest and match his steady breathing,” I only let you because it was a pity to see you being the one in pain for once.”

“That’s a lie.” Shikamaru snickers, pinching my ear slightly with his free hand. I giggle back, tilting my head up to sleepily look to him,” and how would you know?”

“Never tell Choji secrets. Especially when you’re both drunk.” He answers, pulling me fully on to him with a grunt. My mind tries to gather any time Choji and I were drunk together, but falls short,” that’s a bluff. I haven’t been drunk with Choji for a long time.”

“Barbecue, sake, and wedding gift planning.” Shikamaru hints.

I then remember the night, sitting down with Choji and venting about not being able to find Hinata and Naruto a gift when my own love life was on the rocks. Sake goes down too sweetly after going through a break up just before a friend gets married. It was several weeks ago now, turning to Choji after Ino and even TenTen had come up short with ideas.

“Why don’t you ask Shikamaru? You two seem to think pretty similarly.” Choji huffs out, ordering the bottle of sake.

“The last thing we need is the two of us working together. It always ends horribly and you know that, Choji.” I cough out after knocking back several cups of the bitter and satisfying beverage.

“It’s because you like him.” Choji smirks, wiggling his eyebrows before ordering another bottle. Two bottles empty and halfway through the third one, I groan as my head slams against the table,” Choji, if I had the capability of liking anyone, why would you assume out of everyone in the leaf, it would be Shikamaru?”

“Because, Shikamaru is the only thing you talk or complain about when you’re drunk, even sober for that matter.” Choji points out, laying down more strips of beef against the barbecue. I bang my head against the table a few more time in frustration,” because that idiot doesn’t leave my head. It’s wrong to think of a friend that way damnit. Especially him.”

The next sentence is the one part I knew Choji took to Shikamaru in confidence,” we’re both too dense to just fuck and get it over with. Besides, sex takes effort and I use enough of that during missions.”

“I feel like I’ve heard that before…” Choji laughs, pulling a strip off the grill and finishing off the plate of beef. Everything afterwards is black as my hand reaches to finish the sake straight from the bottle.

“Oh no, he told you.” I groan, burying my head in guilt and embarrassment. Shikamaru only hugs me with a reassuring laugh,” everything.”

“Just wait until you hear what he told me what you said.” I lie, feeling as his breathing stops,” L-listen, when I told him about that little dream, I figured he wouldn’t say anything!”

“Choji didn’t really tell me anything, but now I’m curious about this dream…” I trail off, eyes becoming heavy as a yawn wracks my body.

“That’s a story for another time, we should get some actual bed rest.” He yawns back.

“If I wasn’t so tired, I’d try to argue with you. You win for now.” I mumble out, quickly letting the claws of sleep sink in to me. Before drifting off, I could feel his lips lazily drift across my forehead. I knew in that moment, I was too comfortable to complain or prod even further. I was content with being finally in his arms and getting some well deserved bed rest.

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⋆꙳✧༄ Let me help

❖ Character: Shikamaru

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1,3k

❖ Summary: Shikamaru promised to help you relax on your day off, disguising hie true intentions with a hike

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, mutual masturbation, Sex in public (a secluded spot in the forest), fingering, handjob, pussy job?

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When you agreed to a little picnic in the Nara Clan forest with your boyfriend you were looking forward to it a lot, thinking you would go to the little lake just a few minutes from his house. Oh how wrong you were… it's been an hour of walking already and now you understood why he'd bring a little cooling bag for your drinks and snacks, a lazy smile on his face as he walked on, hands locked behind his head and dreaming the day away until he heard you sigh for the fifth time this past minute. “Stop being so troublesome, woman” he mumbled and peeked at you through one eye, the other still closed. “You promised a picnic to help me relax. You never said anything about this annoying hike!” You protested, unsure where he was even leading you. “Stop whining. I promised we get back with you tired and relaxed” he grumbled, his peace disturbed by your whining. Knowing any further protest was futile you simply pouted and crossed your arms, waking on to wherever he was leading you.

After another half hour you finally arrived and he finally put the small blanket onto the grass, a beautiful Mountain View over the forest, perfectly secluded with nothing and no one around, just the right spot to lay down and calm down from your daily stress.

With a long sigh you plopped down onto the soft blanket and fixed your dress, giving Shikamaru a little smile when he looked at you a little annoyed “you could also help setting everything up” he pointed out but you just shrugged and laid onto your back. “You said today is for me to relax… so get to work” you mused, teasing him as you closed your eyes and waited for him to prepare the snacks and pour the drinks - but suddenly your hands started to move on their own. Rolling your eyes you gave him an annoyed look “stop it, Nara. We’re in public” you said stern but he cocked a single eyebrow when he looked at you, a playful glimmer in his eyes “stop it… or what? You're gonna moan?” He asked amused and opened your dress, the fabric threatening to fall and reveal your chest but he let go of your shadow so you could decide if this is something you wanted. “Why do you think we went out this far? It's just us… and I promised to help you relax, didn't I?” He asked and the smirk on his lips grew when you huffed out some air in annoyance but you took your hands away, allowing your sundress to fall down and reveal your beautiful chest to him.

He hummed in content and joined you on the blanket, hands reaching out to your sides as he slowly climbed on top of you “we still can't… but I promise I'll make you feel good, yeah?” He hummed playful, sounding a little sheepish since he didn't want to go all the way yet but you didn't mind that he played it safe, knowing his mother would rip his head off if anything unplanned should happen before marriage. You simply nodded and it was enough for the young Nara to crash his lips onto yours, unsure if you or he needed this afternoon of relaxation more but it didn't really matter when you both would be calmth itself at your return. His kiss was hungry, the thigh that was lodged between your thighs rubbing against your core and giving you the friction you needed, mewling softly into the kiss which gave him the opportunity to deepen it. Shikamarus tongue slowly slipped inside of your mouth, caressing your tongue gently yet eager, his hands slowly traveling to your exposed chest where he didn't waste much time to play with your pebbled nipples, skilled hands having you whine for more very soon. Kisses trailed from your mouth to your neck, hands slowly undressing your body further, exposing you entirely to the open sky above, his clothes soon following yours on a little pile and his lips latched onto one of your hardened buds.

Low moans were heard from your boyfriend when he started sucking on your boobs, enjoying the soft flesh and the sweet noises you made when his fingers trailed over your spread legs, gently caressing your inner thighs as they trailed further towards your wet folds. “Such a troublesome little thing… so needy” he teased, sounding annoyed when his fingers glided through your wetness, slights surprised by how drenched you already were. “You promised to help me relax… do something” you whined, feeling your heart pick up a beat by how he was teasing you. A shuddered breath escaped your lips when he finally swirled his fingers over your clit, rubbing it just the way you liked it and he gave you a smug grin when you started moaning ever so softly just from his fingers.

Your hand reached to touch his hard length out of instinct, having done this so many times before. A low groan was heard at your touch, feeling his cock twitch by simply having your hand wrapped around it. Wanting to wipe that dirty grin off your face he pushed two fingers into your heat without warning, chuckling when you moan reached a new pitch and your walls clenched around his fingers right away. “That's what I thought, brat” he mused and started pumping his fingers into your tight walls, massaging your walls and stretching them open slightly. Squelching noises started to break the soft moans coming from both of you, your hand slowly working on his length to tease him but Shikamaru loved it when you took it slow, not hurrying to get him over the edge. His lips came back onto yours when your walls fluttered around his fingers, taking his thumb to rub your puffy clit in order to help you over the edge easier. “That's my good girl” he praised in a soft whisper when you cried out his name in bliss as you came, halting the movement of your hand made him pull back slightly, watching your face contort in bliss - one of his favorite parts.

Shikamaru almost came from the view alone, imagining how much more satisfied you'd look and how much louder you'd moan his name if you'd came around his cock but he held back, helping you through your orgasm before pulling out his fingers and spreading your slick all over your folds.

“You trust me, right?” He asked, his voice low when he eyed you like prey. The second you nodded you could see his eyes light up when he took a deep breath and pushed his cock against your drenched cunt, catching you off guard which made you whimper in surprise and he held his weight up with one of his arms next to your head. “Don't worry, brat. Put your hand here” he instructed and guided your hand to push against his shaft when he started to thrust slowly making the tip of his thick cock nudge your sensitive clit over and over. His head was thrown back at the feeling of your folds and hand against him, your moans a sweet melody to his ears when his hips started to stutter, cursing out loud as he came all over you. Hot seed spurting over your lower abdomen, some spurts reaching all the way up to your boobs while some dribbled out against your sensitive clit, making you whine for him even more. Shikamaru needed a moment to calm down from the sensation while his cock slowly softened but the desperation on your face made him sigh, a smirk on his lips when his thumb smeared some of his cum over your bundle of nerves, using it as lube. “You're so troublesome, woman” he chuckled and began rubbing your clit once more, wanting to see you come undone again and again until the very last bit of stress was entirely fucked out of you, his skilled fingers helping you forget everything.

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Kinktober Day 21: Squirting(It ain't a crime to be good to yourself...)

warnings/kinks: smut, squirting, kissing, post-war era, biting, mentions of smoking weed, unprotected sex word count: 0.9k pairings: Shikamaru Nara x Fem!Reader teaser: “Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous,” Shikamaru comments, his large hands spreading your thighs. taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic

After the war, everyone started getting together. You and Shikamaru had always been really close, but things were different once you two began to grow up. Seeing all your friends hook up and get married made you both realize that maybe you should pair up and settle down. But it was different with the two of you. You had no real reason to want to get married so young, yet nobody could keep you away from Shikamaru.

Once the mental health clinic was established in Konoha, you began to work there as a favor to Sakura. She had saved your hide multiple times during the war, and you were a very empathetic and sweet person. So it just came naturally for you to want to work with the mentally ill. Your daily routine was simple, but it was during the night after your shift was over that you were able to get the release from the stress you needed.

It started off simply with going to visit Shikamaru and you both would sit on his bed, smoking joint after joint and talking about all kinds of things. You would often spend the night there, just keeping one another company. Soon, things took a turn to something more intimate.

One night, Shikamaru couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He had been fantasizing about you for so long. He knew he had a crush on you since you were younger, but damn, you had grown into such a beautiful woman. He had no idea how he got so lucky to have you even been somewhat interested in him, but he tried his best not to question that.

That night cemented everything for the both of you. You found yourselves falling even deeper in love with one another. And so began a routine that neither of you wanted to quit.

The night starts off with a hot shower for you when you arrive at Shika’s place. Then he feeds you a nice meal and then the two of you smoke joints like always. After the marijuana hits you, you feel so cuddly and want to kiss.

“I’m amazed how you always come back to me,” Shikamaru comments as he puts out the joint.

You laugh, “You have no idea how much of a catch you are, do you?”

He smirks as he leans in closer, your lips only centimeters apart. “Mmm maybe I need to hear it from you,”

It doesn’t take long for you to be tangled in his sheets, his lips all over you. Shikamaru has such a fixation for kissing you wherever his lips can reach. As he undresses you, he loves to leave love bites in his wake.

“Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous,” Shikamaru comments, his large hands spreading your thighs.

You’re already dripping wet at this point. He’d only have to do so little to make you cum. But Shikamaru isn’t a half-measures kind of man. He’s someone who will fuck you until you’re absolutely begging him to stop. His fingers spread your soft folds, and then he leans in to kiss you.

“What’ll it be, princess?” He asks, his fingers just teasing your aching bud. “Wanna get on all fours and be fucked like an animal? Or do you crave some intimacy and want the mating press?”

You were the one who had taught him all these positions names. You were quite a bit impressed to hear him using the correct terms. You take a moment to consider it as he uses his thumb to circle your throbbing clit.

“Wanna kiss you,” You say, your voice laced with lust. “Wanna be able to look into your eyes.”

This makes his heart melt. He knows that you’re in love with him, and he feels the same about you. Just the thought of commitment scares him a little. Still, he pushes those thoughts away as he folds you into the perfect mating press. Shikamaru decides to tease you even more, using the head of his thick cock to rub up and down your soaked folds.

It feels like hours as he continues his ministrations. You try to beg for him to stick it in already, but he’s having too much fun with this. The look on your face when he finally does slide into you is priceless. And the moan that erupts from you once he’s balls deep is just so perfect.

Nobody has ever fucked you quite like Shikamaru, and he knows exactly how to stimulate your body in the perfect way. He’s no stranger to using his Shadow jutsu to keep you held in this position while his hands go about stimulating other parts of you.

With one hand on your throat and the other circling that aching little bud, you know you won’t be able to last much longer. You whimper and whine, choking out the warnings that your orgasm is so close. Your thighs are shuddering as his cock keeps bullying that sweet spot.

“Gonna soak me?” He asks, a cocky smirk on his face. He stops only for a moment to grab the wand vibrator he bought specifically for you.

Your eyes widen and you cry out when he places it right on that spot that makes you cum so hard. Your breath comes out in heavy pants as your walls contract around him so hard. When your juices begin gushing out, you even push his cock out of your pussy due to the orgasm being so strong.

Shikamaru relishes in the sight of you coming undone so masterfully for him. He knows it’s all his doing that gets you going like this. Once you’ve come down a little, he leans in and kisses you.

“Let’s see if you can soak me a little more, princess.”

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liivzen · 5 months

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I have to be some kind of idiot or something. I’ve had ao3 for like at least 3-4 years now and I just am not finding good fics. I use the filtering system and everything and I am not finding these like long ass fics that some of yall find. At best I might find one that’s like a few chapters and is like 20k words but I just dunno what I’m doing wrong. Plz help 🫠

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gfguren · 1 year

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fae!shikamaru x (fem) reader | an ENTIRELY self indulgent fic, fantasy!au, shameless smut | cw: mentions of hypothermia, degradation, manipulation?, shikamaru is an ass

-fae!shikamaru takes a liking to you-

part 1 | part 2

The fireflies danced through the trees and it would have been beautiful, had you been a fool. And maybe still, if the chill of the night hadn't crawled up your spine to wrap around your throat, you'd not have fallen victim to the illusions of the forest. You knew better than to follow the little light twirling around your being and past the old wood, so innocent - and so very very deadly.

The sun disappears and the forest nymph looks to the sky, eyes of seafoam and emerald lingering on the moon peeking over the quickly fading sunset. "You've stayed too long." When he turns his gaze on you once more, he wears a worried expression, one of the violets in his hair falling softly to ground. "I need not remind you to avoid the wisps, do I?"

You smile though you feel your heart in your throat. "Follow the violets til the very last tree. Do not stray, and close my eyes if I must. And never, ever, follow the light." You eye the pretty forest guardian with his wily red hair, you've always wondered how not a single strand looked out of place, messy as it is. "Right?"

You repeat his mantra, you've heard it a hundred times. With a light nod, he tucks the fallen flower behind your ear. "Do not forget it. I would surely miss your company."

"Don't worry, Gaara. I have too many stories to tell to disappear now."

"The forest cares not for your stories, be cautious." As stoic as ever, one day you'll get him to laugh - he'll have the prettiest smile, you muse, perhaps the wildflowers will come to life, braving the biting November breeze to catch a glimpse of his beauty. "Now go, before the fae begin to wander."

So you do, feet mapping every last violet until the final beam of light kisses your skin, wishing you a warm goodnight and disappearing behind the horizon. The moon is high overhead before you feel the first trickle of dread.

You should be home by now, tucked beneath that plush yellow quilt, hand sewn by your doting mother. Is she worried about you right now, sitting by the fireplace with your little sister in her arms, waiting for her oldest to return? You wonder when, if you'll even return, what with the forest's end seemingly getting further and further away.

The thought chills you to the bone.

And when the lights come to life, appearing before you like reflections of the stars in the sky, your knees go weak. Gaara's words echo in your mind and you're quick to shut your eyes, wringing your fingers together as if that'll quell your shaking palms. "Just follow the violets." Your breath departs in a silver mist.

When had it grown so cold?

Your eyes open once more and you're startled at the stark nothingness before you. The violet path you'd trekked a hundred times is - gone.

How could it be gone just like that? You'd followed the blooming petals all the way to the forest nymphs' spring just this morning.

You take a step backwards, jumping at the crunch echoing through the forest. You lift the heel of your boot to find the remnants of a once purple flower, turned brown and crisp. They're wilted - dead.

It's then that you realize the chatter of the forest has ceased; the trees have gone still, the owls no longer cry, every last woodland creatures has stopped skittering to and from, and Gaara's flowers have wilted right under your feet. As if life itself has fled from the forest.

Perhaps that’s why you’re so desperate, when you know better than to follow that twinkling light. But the cold suffocates you in its icy hold, numbing your fingers and forcing you forward despite your hesitation.

How can something so pretty be so dangerous anyway? It has to be better than freezing to death.

Right?

The light flickers past the trees and you try your best to follow, careful not to trip on the overgrowth of roots. It speeds up and you begin to wonder if it's guiding you, or running from the deathly cold forest behind you. You don't know which is worse.

Suddenly it disappears like candlelight, and you can almost swear you hear a breath of laughter on the breeze that extinguishes it. You choke on the panic rising in your throat - now what?

Ahead of you is a thick mass of forest, trees taller than you thought they could grow, and it's then that you feel the chill wrap around you in a threatening embrace, daring you to linger a moment longer. One foot forward, you venture closer, trekking carefully over the massive roots and dead leaves. Second thoughts skirt the edge of your conscious but the cold creeps up your spine and you press further.

"I wouldn't take another step if I were you." A voice muses from behind you and you jump, whipping around to face the mysterious stranger. He's a shadow in the distance, arms crossed and head down as he leans against a tree. "That is, if you're goal wasn't to be eaten by the forest."

You think you hear him chuckle and the tears prick your eyes. "Do you-" your mouth suddenly grows dry. "Do you know the way out?"

He shrugs, and you swear you see the hint of a smirk twisting in the darkness. "Maybe." Your eyes light up until he finishes with a nonchalant, "or maybe not."

You desperately make your way to him, caution and reserve be damned. "Please tell me. I need to get home, I-"

"What's in it for me?" Your eyes meet his and it's only then that you see the strange hue swirling in the abyss he calls irises and the shadow of two wings cast over the trees behind him. Your blood runs cold.

A faerie.

Your gaze falls to the ground, the toe of your boot an inch away from the circle of mushrooms surrounding him. "You- you're-"

"I- I'm-" He mocks, head tilting to the side as he pushes off the tree and draws near, though he doesn't cross the threshold. It's not until you turn on your heel, intent on running as far away as your feet can take you that he speaks once more. "So you've figured the way out all on your own? Are you confident the forest won't swallow you whole?"

"I'm less confident that you won't," you breath, frozen fingers balled at your sides.

His laughs in a bemused sort of way that's both beautiful and frightening and the duality sends your heart skittering away like a frightened rabbit. "Maybe I was wrong. You do have a brain in that pretty head of yours." He rustles behind you and you dare to peek over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of him leaning forward, toeing at the barrier between your bodies. "So why don't you use it and realize you don't have a chance in this forest. Not on your own."

He crosses his arms, continuing. "And who knows? It could be fun. Don't you like a bit of a gamble?"

"Not when it's with my life, thank you very much."

"How boring." He shrugs, plopping down on the grass with his arms crossed. "I'll enjoy the show then. I wonder, will you freeze to death or will the forest eat you up? My bet is on the latter."

You should walk away, take your chances with the forest, and you know it. But you've lost the feeling in your toes, and you're sure your lips are turning blue. "What is it you want from me?"

"Oh, not much." He rises once more, hands clasped behind his back and a wicked smile on his face. "Why don't we start with your name?"

You outright laugh. "I'd rather be eaten by the trees."

"It was worth a shot," he hums. "I didn't think it would be easy, not with that nosy forest nymph telling you all our secrets."

"How did you-"

"Do you not hear the forest whispering?" he muses, laughing at the confusion sweeping your face. "Oh right, of course not. You're only human after all."

His contempt is biting but doesn't seem genuine, strangely enough.

He crosses the threshold like a breath of cold air whipping past your face, and circles your shivering form. You think you feel his fingers dance past your shoulder, before his lips are at your ear. "Why don't you come play with me for a little while? I hear you tell magnificent stories."

You force down the fear crawling up your throat and instead choke out a mocking and embittered, "What's in it for me?"

You feel his smirk against your cheek, clearly entertained by your gall. He takes a step back, once more encircled in mushrooms and when you turn to face him, his hand is extended, tantalizingly. "I know of someplace warm."

Shikamaru - that's the name he gave you, though you didn't think for a second it was truly his; you knew such things held power over the fae, and he certainly didn’t seem foolish enough to simply offer it to a stranger. But he also wasn't as scary as you'd thought - if anything he was hospitable, a good listener, perhaps a bit obstinate at times but amicable nonetheless. And handsome, annoyingly so, with a sharp jawline and a pretty smile to boot.

He was true to his word too - took you to a place warm and soft and entirely fantastical, with oddly plush sheets and overgrown flora that glowed with beautiful and ominous light. He served you the ripest fruit and the finest wine and only asked for your stories in return.

It seemed as if you’d spent an eternity together, though you’re not sure how much time had truly passed; the world is a perpetual state of twilight and sometimes your mind is clouded in a hazy sort of way that makes it hard to discern or remember anything at all really. It could have been days, months, years even.

So you make sure to cling to two things in this strange, hazy world.

Firstly, the memory of your mother who you're sure is waiting, waiting still - and that you miss her fiercely. Secondly, the knowledge that Shikamaru is dangerous. No matter how badly you want to believe that his intentions hold no deceit or ill will, he is a faerie after all, and by nature you can't take all his words for truths, or fall perilously into him - for him. As tempting as it is.

It's especially tempting in this very moment, with the stars twinkling so brightly against the dusty pink sky and the faerie sitting beside you, reciting the story of each constellation with such deep and profound knowledge. You hang onto each word that falls, falls, falls from his lips and you fall, too. Faster than you can catch yourself.

Sharp eyes meet yours, drawing you in like an abyss and beckoning you to abandon all your reservations and just jump. A knowing grin spreads across his face and he leans in until his hot breath is fanning past your lips. "Snap out of it, gullible human, before I take it as an invitation."

The haze lifts and you shrink back in embarrassment. He only chuckles, turning away to lift the intricately carved pipe from his lap and breathe in deep. "Still haven't grown accustomed to this place, I see."

"Did you expect me to?"

"Not really." He breathes out, a puff of smoke following, curling around itself like an ominous cloud. "Just disappointed."

An odd silence follows, one that's neither awkward nor comfortable, and in that silence is the question you've patiently waited to ask since he brought you to this odd, whimsical world, hanging precariously in limbo.

"What is it?" His words cut through the air like the fine edge of a sword and you startle. "Well?"

"It's just-" The faint memory of Gaara's heedings give you pause, careful not to offend him and sow the dangerous repercussions. "It’s nothing."

"I won't eat you alive, or whatever that annoying nymph whispered in your ear."

"Can you read my mind?" You seriously contemplate it for a moment, mortified by the implication.

"You're just predictable."

You pout, oddly insulted. "Oh yeah? Then what was I going to ask?"

He breathes in another puff of smoke, mood shifting into something darker, brooding, sad? "Beats me."

"Liar." You're voice is quiet, so quiet you hesitate to even call it a whisper, still he shoots you a side eyed glare that would have sent you fleeing had this been your first encounter; but you’ve spent several moons - or lack thereof, you suppose - by his side, and after all the stories, and meals, and wine you've shared, and all the nights you’ve spent beneath the same comforter and the same twinkling stars, you think you’ve began to understand him, trust him, even if just a little. "I was just wondering when I can return home, is all."

He sighs, as if he isn't surprised at all. "Are all humans as ungrateful as you?"

"Are all fae as stubborn as you?"

"You sure are bold, I'll give you that." He exhales, puffs of smoke greeting the air. "And rude, I nearly forgot that one."

You laugh, genuinely and he turns to face you, study you like you're the first thing he can't figure out. "You don't like it here? Have I not provided you with the finest amenities? Have I offended you in some way?"

You pull at the grass tickling your thighs. "Its not that."

He places his hand over your busy one. "Then stay."

You shake your head and turn to face him. "Shikamaru I-" His lips find yours and you freeze like startled deer, but it's certainly not because you don't like it - though he doesn't know that, slowly pulling away at your hesitance.

"Then it's me you don't like?"

You're slower to respond this time. You certainly don't dislike Shikamaru - though he gets on your nerves more often than not and nothing gets through that thick, but brilliant skull of his. The problem, you figure, is that you've never once considered liking the fae, even before Gaara's headings, as if the fear and distrust is engraved in your very bones. There's also the fact that he whisked you away from the only place you'd ever known, but you can't hate him for that, not when the alternative was freezing to death.

So you flirt with the idea, ruminate over the premise of Shikamaru being human, of meeting him in better, warmer circumstances, of telling stories and drinking beneath the moon from your boring, mundane world. And you think you might like him, quite a bit, in fact.

"No."

"No?"

You smile at his confusion, and for the first time, you find him cute. Which is a terrible realization because it makes you want to lean in and press your lips to his and - by the gods - why are you actually doing it?

He chuckles softly, setting the pipe aside and pulling you in by the back of your neck when you shyly try to back away. "Humans never finish what they start, huh?"

And his lips are on yours, with the fervor he wanted to kiss you with the first time; and it's magical and deep and lulls you into a haze deeper than the strange world around you - but you're not sure it's magic at all. You're just drunk on Shikamaru, and you want more, more, more until you're addicted and ruined and at the mercy of his whims.

"Wanted to do that," he groans, tongue mingling with yours. "Since the moment I saw you."

"The moment you saw me?"

"Mhm," his hand travels beneath the hem of your dress, wandering the expanse of your thigh and up to your hip, and when you don't pull away from his touch, further even. "Saw you with that forest nymph, in that pretty little dress. Wanted to see your eyes light up from up close when you tell me all your stories." His slender fingers dip beneath the cotton of your panties. "Wanted you to look at me, think of me, be so enamored with me that you didn't want to leave."

You whine, shuddering against him when he presses two fingers against your core, using your slick to rub circles against your clit. "Sh-Shikamaru." You breathe and he tenses before moving to trail kisses across your jaw.

"Mm, just like that. Wanted you to say my name, all breathless and cute."

"This is wrong, right?" You bury your head beneath his chin, hiding your burning cheeks. What would your mother think if she knew the things you were doing with this - this monster, as she called them, let alone your village; they'd send you to a monastery at best, and at worst, sacrifice you to the forest.

Oddly enough, Shikamaru comes to mind and that thought isn't as scary as it would have been once.

"You humans are so uptight." His free hand cups your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Do you like me?" You swallow hard, trying to turn away but he holds you steady; and he waits, waits until you nod, meek and slow. "Does this feel good?" He dips his fingers into the softness of your core, fingers thrusting against your gooey walls with just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling back; somewhere in your stupor you must have nodded because he continues, "Then what's wrong with it?"

You're at a loss for words and he smiles, fingers driving you mad. "Not a thing." He kisses you almost sweetly. "Right?" You moan against his mouth, falling into the baritone of his voice and the care in his affections. "Hold still, just like that. Good girl."

His fingertips are back against your clit, working you over with a fervor that has your thighs shaking and chest heaving in a desperate attempt to just, breathe. You've never felt anything like it, like your body is on the verge of catching fire, and you're chasing the flame, begging Shikamaru to set you alight.

And when the heat washes over your body, you cling so desperately to him, tears wetting your cheeks. Thighs squeezing around his hand, you swear you hear him laugh when you push weakly at his wrist - but he doesn't stop, not until the shaking ceases and your slick coats your thighs.

You collapse against his chest, exhausted, clinging to the soft and unfamiliar material of his cloak. You feel him shift, shuffle you into his arms and stand - but you can't be bothered to open your eyes, even when he's pulling the boots from your feet and laying you gently upon silk sheets. "Look at me." You whine, trying to roll over to your side but he throws a leg over you, weight holding you down. "Listen to me, pretty."

You finally open your eyes, peeking up at him through dark lashes, a blush rushing up the expanse of your neck at his choice of words. Something hard twitches against your stomach and Shikamaru sighs, "Are you not going to finish what you started?"

You're exhausted, but you've never seen him look so eager, desperate, needy - looking all the more beautiful colored in the warm orange of the fireplace, and in that moment you'd bend over backwards, lay down your life, let him consume your entire being if that would please him. "What should I do?"

"Such a sweet, considerate thing," he muses, fingers creeping up your thighs to hook into the waistband of your panties before he's dragging them down your thighs. "Can you do the rest?"

He helps you sit, reaches around to undo the button holding the back of your dress, and you nod, shaking palms finding the hem before pulling it over your head. His fingers dance over your shoulders, calming your nerves as they gently work to undo your bra. He's quick about it and you eye him with suspicion. You’d heard stories from your friends, about their clumsy, clueless husbands, and you expect the same from Shikamaru, but like everything, he’s so sure about everything he's doing. "You're certainly good at that."

He grins, taking in your exposed being, devouring you with his gaze. "I've lived a long time, pretty. Does that bother you?"

The jealousy creeps up your chest but you wretch your gaze away and grumble out an unconvincing, "No."

Palms smooth down your sides and he leans in close, hot breath against your ear. "Don't be jealous, you're certainly the prettiest." He doesn't miss the way you shudder, grasp at his shirt as you buck against him, like instinct. "Careful now, I might forget to be gentle with you." He holds your wrist, places your palm flush against his clothed erection; you're embarrassed but you don't pull away, even daring to rub your fingers up and down the generous bulge.

He groans and you feel your pride swell, if only for the moment before he strips himself of his top and pushes you down. His pants follow and you prop yourself up on your elbows, unable to look away as he rids himself of the last barrier between your bodies. He catches you staring and stands a little taller, fisting his cock with one hand, as if he's showing off. You want to roll your eyes, call out his arrogance - but you can't even fault him; besides you’re too preoccupied wondering how it’s supposed to fit.

"Can you take it, pretty?" It's rhetorical you're sure, because he doesn't wait for an answer, just fits himself between your thighs, presses your knees to your chest and prods at your entrance with the tip of his cock.

Even that proves too much and he shushes your babbling lips, pressing kisses to the corner of your mouth as he inches in further. "Hurts Shikamaru, can't."

"You can." He pulls back just to push in further this time and you cry out, fingers pulling at his strands of dark hair until the elastic pops and it falls over his shoulders in disarray. "I promise you can. Trust me, yeah?"

You whimper, burying your head in the crook of his neck. "Okay."

"Such a good girl," he coos, rocking his hips into yours. "So pretty and willing." The burn starts to fade and you keen against him. "Just like I thought you'd be."

"Like you thought I'd be?" Something about that sets you off, upsets you a bit.

He smirks, "Such a docile creature, you'd do anything I ask wouldn't you, pretty?" His fingers skim the expanse of your hips, easing himself in further. "Even your attitude is cute, because I know it's just to hide that your scared, like a frightened little rabbit."

He misses the scowl contorting your face, annoyance in your brow. You huff, nails dragging down his biceps as you jut your hips upward, ignoring the stretch, the pain, the burn, too focused on the way Shikamaru loses his balance, falls forward in a clumsy, inelegant sort of way - you feel yourself drip at the moan he breathes against your ear.

"I guess even you can be wrong sometimes," you quip breathlessly, ego growing to dangerous, and stupid proportions. "But it's fine since you're cute, like a dumb little rabbit."

Several moments pass before he finally pushes himself up, eyes set upon you like a predator that's just found it's prey, narrowed and dark and void of any amusement.

Your smirk disappears.

"Oh pretty," he sighs, slender fingers wrapping around your throat in a gentle but threatening hold. "I thought I warned you to be careful."

You blink and suddenly you're on top, looking down at a very upset faerie - a terrible place to be but certainly not worse than being beneath him, right? "I'm going to give you a chance to apologize."

You're quick to take it, willing to be anything besides on Shikamaru's bad side, even pathetic. So you squeak out a desperate, "I'm sorry!"

He only laughs, but it's flat and dry and you feel a chill crawl up your spine. "You think that's what I meant? Adorable."

His cock twitches inside you and you shudder. "I'll do anything."

"Yes, you will." His fingers bruise your hips in their merciless grip. "You're going to bounce on my cock, pretty." He pulls you down by the back of your neck, lips slanting over your own. "And you're not going to stop until I spill my seed inside you."

Your body moves before your mind stops reeling, hips rutting against him with reckless abandon, as if you're bewitched. "So eager to please," he groans, hand trailing up your side to caress your breast. His thumb brushes the nipple and it hardens beneath his touch. You whine softly, keening into his touch and he smirks, hips rising to meet yours and you swear you can feel him in your stomach. Your nails nearly pierce his shoulders as you cry out his name but his grin only widens, "That's a much better use of that smart mouth of yours."

Whatever witty retort you were going to spout dies on your tongue the moment his hand slips between your bodies to cup your sex, fingertips at your clit. "You'll give me another, won't you?" Your legs shake, already sensitive from the last. "You'll be even prettier this time, when you cum around my cock."

"Sorry, 'm sorry Shikamaru," you stammer as the heat gathers in your stomach, teetering precariously on the edge of spilling over. Your legs burn and you struggle to force enough air into your lungs, still you bounce atop him, with more and more fervor until his hand tightens against the back of your neck, holding you down against his chest as you shudder and shake, tumbling over the edge helplessly. His hips take over, thrusting into you until you feel his hot seed spill down your thighs.

Shikamaru's firm chest is suddenly the softest thing on earth, his labored breathing against the crackling fire the most tender of lullabies and you feel your conscious fade.

Only his taunting chuckle follows.

The world is warm and plush and smells like home. You sigh contentedly, stretching out your arms until they hit something soft, knocking it from the bed and sending it tumbling across the floor. Your tired eyes reluctantly open, instinctively reaching out to grab whatever it was, fingers freezing mid reach.

The stuffed bear you've owned since you were six stares back at you.

You jolt up, fingertips smoothing over the yellow quilt covering your body and the tears prick your eyes. You're home.

Your heart swells, soles hitting the wooden floorboards with a familiar creak. There's a burn to your thighs and you wince, stumbling forward and nearly over. A pair of steady hands catch you and the scent of smoke and sandalwood fills your senses. You lift your head to catch Shikamaru's gaze. "Why-" You worry the skin of your bottom lip and he grins.

"Why what? Isn't this what you wanted? Or are you that shocked by my generosity."

You snort. "-why are you here?"

His sigh is a disappointed one as he goads you back towards the bed. "Careful, you'll hurt my feelings." You sit on the edge, watching as he picks up your bear by one scraggly leg. He shoots you a look before tossing it into your lap. "This is the life you whined about returning to?" His hand lands atop the footboard of your bed; it creaks under his weight and he shifts just to drive his point home further. You swear the wood nearly gives out.

"Would you quit that?"

He shrugs, making his way to your side. "Were you hoping I wouldn't be here? That I disappeared like a bad dream?" He leans in, hot breath against your ear. "Though you were singing a different tune last night." You elbow him, glare verging on turning him to burning ash. He chuckles, giving you just enough space to breathe. "Well?"

You play with the stuffed bear, avoiding his waiting gaze. "I mean-" You lift the fluffy arm and press on its stomach. "I'd probably miss you - eventually." You set it aside, busying yourself with your fingers instead. "Just a little."

His hand covers yours and you startle when his fingers intertwine with yours. "Then return with me."

"Shikamaru-"

"Not now, and not forever.” There’s a lopsided grin on his face when he adds a provocative, "well, probably."

You glare but he ignores it and presses a kiss to your shoulder, sliding the strap of your nightgown to the side. "Just visit me, like that forest nymph you're so fond of." There’s a hint of annoyance in his voice, jealousy even and he takes your skin between his teeth and sucks. "No. Stay longer, more, forever if you want to. Don't run away when night falls, stay with me. Stay until you're sick of me, and come back anyway."

You can't see it, but you imagine there's a bruise as purple as Gaara's violets painted across your shoulder. Shikamaru presses against it with rough fingers and it stings just a bit. "And stop telling him your stories, they're mine now. You're mine now."

You consider it but the instigator on your shoulder quips back with an indignant, "And if I don't?"

He grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll eat you."

You can only hope he's joking.

#shikamaru #shikamaru x reader #shikamaru x you #shikamaru x y/n #naruto #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #naruto smut #shikamaru smut #aaahhhh #i'd love to write more of this if yall like it #even if yall dont #though its nice to know im not screaming into the void </3 #shikamaru being mean and manipulative makes me go brRRrr #and add fantasy to the mix?#ooh baby

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skyahri · 1 month

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How They Found Out |Naruto Boys X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake

Summary: How your relationship ended up being revealed.

Warnings: Naruto's is short af because he's an open book. Deal with it. NSFW themes. Mentions of sex and being caught.

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Sasuke Uchiha

You'd been together for about a year at this point. In the beginning, you'd agreed to keep it hush-hush until you'd figured things out.

Before you knew it, it'd been more than six months since your first date, and it was still secret. You enjoyed the privacy of it, but didn't enjoy hiding things from your friends.

So you decided to stop actively keeping it a secret and instead allow things to come out naturally.

But that was six months ago and still no one knew.

Sasuke hated PDA and no one had asked either of you about relationship stuff, so it was still quiet.

That is until today.

You two were victims of Narutos' lack of boundaries and awareness.

It was late at night, about 11pm, you were in Sasuke's apartment.

He was drilling into you, his hands holding down your legs and mouth connected to your neck.

You were too busy enjoying the all encompassing feeling of him fucking you, and he was too busy ravaging you to hear Naruto enter the front door.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swings open. Narutos face very quickly goes from his usual happy-go-lucky to a horrified, dramatic look.

Sasuke is quick to cover you with the sheets before he yells at Naruto to get the Hell out.

Naruto is already way ahead of him, bolting straight out the front door and to God knows where.

After that, it wasn't long before the whole village knew. Honestly, once Gai found out, there was no one who didn't know.

Naruto Uzumaki

Find out? Ha! There is no finding out because he immediately told anyone and everyone the second you agreed to a date.

If he did somehow manage to keep it quiet, it really wouldn't be long until it got out.

Hes just so... excited to be with you.

He likes showing you off like a prize. He likes going on dates and holding your hand and loudly proclaiming that you're his.

You don't mind, of course.

Shikamaru Nara

You two lay around together most days. A while back, you shared a kiss, and it very VERY slowly escalated from there.

It was almost six months before you actually had sex.

Mostly because he'd somehow rationalized kissing was "just something you guys did" and didn't require any extra thought.

The sex was amazing. Slow and passionate, just like you'd expect from the lazy Nara.

And so things continued on like that. A relationship had formed, but it was never something either of you talked about.

You liked his parents and they liked you. You'd help his mom with dinner some nights and played Shogi with Shikaku. They didn't question your relationship either.

Things stayed on the down low for almost eighteen months before someone finally brought up something regarding his romantic life.

"So, Shikamaru, who was your first kiss?" Choji asked one night in the bath house.

The question caught him off guard since he wasn't usually included in these types of conversations. (They mostly assumed he wasn't interested in women, or something like that.)

"Hm? Oh, Y/N."

Cue the silence. Then total chaos.

"What?? When was this?" Kiba asked.

"I don't know... sometime around the solstice last year."

That sparked a lot of questions from his friends, only some of which he'd answered.

The guys relayed all the information to the girls the next day, where they then went and hounded you for answers.

Despite all of your friends knowing about your relationship, nothing changed between you and Shikamaru.

You just stayed... whatever it is you were.

Kakashi Hatake

Gai, Kurenai, and Iruka all had their suspicions about you two but had nothing to back it up. It's been years at this point, yet they still come up empty-handed.

That is, until Kakashi’s students decided they were interested in his love life, and began to poke around.

It's after the war; Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke are fully grown adults, but something is just so tempting about reverting to their youthful days of trying to spy on their sensei.

Kakashi is all for it, partially because he's glad his students are getting along again, and partially because he's grown tired of keeping secrets.

This is something he discusses with you, and as he predicted, you're completely on board.

You gradually make yourself seen with Kakashi over the next week- leaving the Hokage tower with him, getting dinner with him, and even allowing him to walk you to his apartment.

The kids watch all of this happen, but there's no evidence that actually proves anything, just like Gai sensei had told them in the beginning.

So they continue to stalk you two around the village. They're better at it than when they were little, but it's still pretty easy to spot them.

At the end of the week, when you're sure all three of them are watching, Kakashi kisses you in front of your front door.

You watch as they all zip away, surely off to meet up or possibly report back to your friends.

You and Kakashi can only laugh.

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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Hey how do you think it would be like to be roomies with naruto, kiba, shikamaru and sasuke (separate) and y/n is crushing on them hard, she is basically simping. And they are aware of it (tho y/n does not know this) and they are teasing her or are sly about it.I really love your writing please don't stop

first of all, thank you!! i'm going through a bit of a rough patch rn with anything concerning my writing, so this meant a lot.

you're very sweet. i really appreciate it!!

so, let's see.

Naruto:

it'd take him an eternity to realize that you harbour feelings for him. [i'm talking literal months of heavy blushing and stammering from your end whenever he'd do something that'd turn you flustered.]

despite being awfully oblivious, he still somehow manages to constantly invade your personal space without actually meaning to.

he turns awkward around you as soon as he finds out, though - especially if he likes you back.

bashful grins, blushing, constantly rubbing the back of his neck and fixing the collar of his t-shirt - he does it all, and he does it obviously so.

also sweats a lot and becomes profoundly tense and irked about the silliest of things, like you not wearing a bra underneath your t-shirt, even though you're doing nothing but chilling at home. you've tried to explain to him that you get uncomfortable if you wear one for longer periods of time, but he still gets oddly annoyed about it.

starts keeping his distance, especially in the evenings. the door to his bedroom ends up being shut all the way [you can even hear the lock click into place from time to time.]

he also stops his habit of barging into the bathroom whenever you're showering or washing your teeth, and instead knocks like, you know... a normal person?

overall, very jittery and constantly on edge. it's annoying as fuck.

that is, until he drinks. when he's drunk - he's the complete opposite.

he admits he likes you after he comes home from a night out with his friends. his sentences are messy and slurred and accentuated with dramatic hand gestures. he's telling you everything and nothing all at once.

“and i know i’ve been actin’ weird lately, but at the same time you’ve been actin’ hella weird, too. and i also know the reason as to why you’ve been actin' weird, ‘cause i know why i’ve been actin’ weird, and-”

he doesn't remember half of it by the morning.

but it still counts.

Kiba:

becomes an absolute menace after finding out you like him.

teases you a lot [even more than usual.]

this man can’t stop wiggling his eyebrows at you, sending you sly winks and equally as complacent smirks whenever you cast a glance in his general direction.

you think nothing of it at first, because he’s like that with everyone.

so he kicks it up a notch. until the words ‘i know you like me’ are nearly plastered on his forehead, and yet you still refuse to believe it.

part of the reason as to why, is to save yourself the embarrassment. he’d surely never let you live it down if you ever admitted how you actually felt about him.

he sees it as a game.

lives, breathes and exists for the mere sight of your red face and bashful demeanor.

walks around the apartment shirtless a lot, because one: he’s self-assured like that, and two: your ogling feeds his already humongous ego.

touches you a lot, and on purpose, too. he’s constantly ruffling your hair, pinching your cheek, poking your sides.

by this point, you’re just waiting on him to smack your ass and call you his pretty property.

nothing brings him more joy than whenever he succeeds in striking a nerve. he’s laughing when you start shouting at him to shut up; is absolutely hollering when you throw your pillow across the room at him and miss.

he casually tells you himself that he knows you’re harbouring a crush on him while you’re trying to make pancakes at 3am; that naruto had spilled it by accident with that big-ass mouth of his, and that he’s long since grown bored of playing silly games with you.

“cut the bullcrap, cutie.”

he’s snickering at the sight of absolute horror to fall upon your face, but knows when to put an end to his teasing and comfort you properly.

so you talk.

you eat the pancakes and talk some more.

and then he fucks you on the kitchen counter.

Shikamaru:

knew you liked him from the second you started glancing at him for a tad bit longer than you’d usually do.

is surprisingly chill about it, and acts like he doesn’t care, even though he does.

he cares a lot, actually.

he’s sharp enough to know it’s because he likes you back, but stupid enough to not acknowledge it properly.

and is he planning to do anything about it? hell to the no.

sharing an apartment with you is comfortable, after all. you don’t nag him and let him live his life the way he wants to, so why the fuck would he ruin that?

still, the sight of your shyness and affection makes him wonder what it’d be like to actually be with you.

he starts lingering around you more often to just enjoy your presence whenever you’re cooking or reading a book.

the silence doesn’t bother him.

he keeps inviting you to smoke with him, because ‘it’s better with company.’

uses the chance to get spoiled by you every now and then, under the pretense that he, once again, doesn’t care.

by spoiled, i mean him resting his head on your lap, quietly humming whenever you run your fingers through his hair.

he loves being lazy with you. it’s just so simple and natural.

he hates it when things are forced or rushed, and this is the exact opposite of that.

he’s high as fuck when he tells you he knows that you like him.

he says it with a little breathless chuckle. the tone is so soft and sleepy that you can’t even be nervous about it, really.

you’re both silent for a long while, just enjoying each other’s company.

he sighs.

“and, i dunno... i suppose what i wanted to say is that i like you, too.”

Sasuke:

he doesn’t know how to feel about it at first.

he starts paying closer attention to you, though. the way you dress, the way you speak, the way you behave.

silent appreciation.

though he always looks away whenever your gazes connect.

he tells himself that it’s just because he’s curious, but deep down he knows it’s a lie for whatever reason.

he doesn’t want to care, but goddamn he just can’t help himself.

secretly wonders why in the hell would a nice person like you ever fall for him.

he’s so complicated, after all.

sends you an occasional text if you’re out late, just to make sure you’re okay, but never replies after you tell him that you are.

it’s the little things with sasuke. you’ve gotta be satisfied with small affections, instead of grand gestures.

it takes him a long while to accept that he likes you back.

but goddamn, the sound of your loud laughter as you’re nearly wheezing like an idiot over the stupidest fucking meme surprisingly doesn’t annoy him.

no, instead he can’t stop himself from quirking a smile in return.

he knows it’s game over from that moment onward.

it takes him yet another aeon to make a move.

he never tells you that he knew beforehand that you liked him. that he saw the text you sent to naruto, asking about him.

he admits his feelings for you first; when you’re curled up in his bed from having a particularly bad nightmare, and his fingers are lazily stroking your spine in meek attempt of soothing you.

he pretends to be nonchalant about it.

even though he’s secretly hiding his smile against the top of your head, when you at long last tell him that you like him, too.

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chocolatetheoristcloud · 9 months

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Shikamaru with a busty reader headcanons

Representing for the big tittiecommunity,this one is for myyy bitches with a big chest in the fucking club.

Warnings:smut,blowjob's,teasing,dirty talk,marking,s possiveness,thoughts of impregnation,bitting

The first time he's ever met you,the first thing he thought was 'wow those look pretty comfortable to sleep on'

And everytime he'll see you his gaze would go straight to your chest just like that it was like he was in a spell, to the point it would be hard for to think properly

He'll LOVE to sleep on your tits,like give him a chance and he will, matter a fact that was the first thing he did to you when you were guys were alone for the first time he couldn't resist himself

After a long day he'll just love to burry his face in your chest, loving the comfort they provide him

He'll even sometimes bite you in your tites if he get's a chance,got to claim what's his and make sure your no else but his

When the first time you're intamite with eachother, he'll have you give him a titty job where he'll be on the bed laying down as he watches you pump his dick with your soft warm chest that surrounded his thick throbbing length.

HE'LL LOVE IT

Just the sight of his white hot stickness is driving him CRAZY

He'll then have you sit down in his lap cock warming him as he looked at your chest hunger

"Those titties need to be sucked on" he'll say his voice deep and raspy and low as he'll lick his lips a smirk tugging his lips

He'll have your nipple in his mouth bitting sucking and swirling around the bud until you're nips are red and erotic in his mouth

Everyone thinks that Shikamaru is a ass guy but if had some bitties he'll take the chance

If you're feeling insecure about them and try to hide them he'll breath heavily before saying

"troublesome"

He'll then put you on his lap as he whrispers to you just just how perfect you were and your breasts as he foldings them and play's with them in his smooth soft large hands

If you were to put chocolate and whip cream all over your chest he'll happy lick it clean off no hesitation.

He'll always remind you how perfect you and your chest are, especially when you're having a bad day.

"Hey it's okay, sometimes bad things happen to people with nice tits"

"Look on the bright side, you can stay home and hangout with me while I use your chest as a pillow or instead we both could go cloud watching while I lay on your chest"

It doesn't matter to him really both are wins for him honestly

If he see's you struggling with you bra due to how big your boobs are then he'll be happy to replace them, with his hands.

Everytime he has sex with you, with you on your back as he was in-between your legs,as he would focus on your chest would bounce up and down, he would then lean down and suck on them as play's with them,the thought of you being pregnant with his children and milk filling your breasts as he sucks on them.

The thought of that made him go crazy, which caused him to suck harder,like when he was a baby.

Hell just the thought of you alone pregnant with his children was enough for him to go wild and go faster

#shikamaru x reader #shikamaru x smut #shikamaru #shikamaru x oc #shikamaru smut #naruto #shikamaru x y/n #shikamaru nara x reader #shikamaru x you #shadow wizard money gang #Naruto x reader #nara shikamaru x reader

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azurelyy · 2 years

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Hiii! I hope you're doing well ♡ congrats on 100 followers!!

For the event , can I please get #7 of the smut prompt with shikamaru and a female reader?

Ally, you deserve so much better than me! 🥺 I am so sorry this took me forever. Obviously I didn’t plan this event very well lol. I am hoping the length of this one will make up for how long this took me.

Hopefully you like it! 🖤 I had a lot of fun writing it, and it’s actually my first NSFW for Shikamaru! I know, crazy. Oh, and as we discussed in our DMs, this has Prompt 10 since Prompt 7 was taken!

Words: 3.5k

🍋 Prompt: “Oh, how we’re going to hurt each other.”

Warnings: NSFW, enemies to lovers, semi-public sex, closet sex, oral (f!receiving), wall sex, unprotected sex. Mentions: Sasuke, Ino, Naruto, and Sakura (NaruSaku)

Tolerate him for one night. That was all you had to do. It was a simple task, one that should have gone off without a hitch. Not even five hours and you’d be free of him, hopefully ending the night in Sasuke’s bed once the envy flooded his brain and he pulled you away from Shikamaru with an ungodly force.

That was the plan, anyway: “Date” Shikamaru for the night, get Sasuke jealous (and then never talk to Shikamaru again, if you were lucky). It was fool-proof. And yet, you had always been one for foolishness.

“Goddammit,” you grunted, wrapping your leg around Shikamaru’s slender waist as he pushed you eagerly against the closet wall, his ravenous hands hiking your dress further up your thigh. “Thought I was too troublesome for you?”

“You are troublesome,” he agreed, sighing against the crook of your neck, hot breath skating along your jaw. “And smart. And sexy. And annoying.”

A traitorous giggle escaped from your throat as Shikamaru’s tongue trailed up your neck to your earlobe, sinking his teeth into your sensitive skin with a moan. “If I’m so annoying, then get off me.”

“No,” he growled, capturing your mouth in a kiss that could ruin the gods. Sparks flew from your bodies, popping the room with warm illumination as heat rushed its way into your mouth and down your throat.

Your hands tugged at his ponytail, releasing his soft dark hair from its confines as it fell forward and danced along the skin of your shoulder. His body was smoldering against yours, the heat uncomfortable and daunting. Your tongues worked together in an impossible battle for dominance as his nails dug into the flesh of your thigh, branding you in bruises.

“Sh-Shikamaru,” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair. It was softer than expected, silky. “This is a terrible idea.”

“Is it?” He asked with a half-smirk against your lips, his free hand gripping your ass harshly. “My mistake, I thought the two of us fucking during our friend’s wedding reception was a fantastic idea. So, should we stop?”

“No,” you murmured, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth. Harsh hands held onto your thigh and danced around your back, drawing an indecipherable pattern. His arousal was poking against your thigh aggressively, and he was big. Really big. You gasped when hesitation hammered into you: would you be able to fit all of him inside you? Your eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants - a terrible idea - and the feel matched the look. It was massive, extremely impressive. You were going to die.

Shikamaru rolled his hand down the front of your body, a welcome distraction, before he slowly started untucking his shirt. You quickly used your remaining strength to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt, fighting against the warning sirens screaming in your mind, before tugging at his back collar and pulling his shirt off. Ah, yes. Your eyes widened as you took in the entirety of him and the situation. He was lean, yet the play of muscles was truly a beautiful sight. His chest and those abs and that goddamn half-smirk that could crush you with the weight of the world. He was perfect. What a dick.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked coyly, kissing down to your breasts. He licked the outline of the v-neck of your formal gown and you swore the world stopped spinning the moment he slid his body down yours, allowing your thigh to rest on his shoulder while he let your dress drape over him like a cloak.

Normally, Shikamaru would protest against eating a new partner out without being able to see their fucked out face, but considering the circumstances - mouth fucking the woman whom he was supposed to despise while two of his closest friends had their wedding reception in the very next room - he decided to cut himself some much needed slack.

Did he despise you? No. Did he assume he was meant to? Yes. After all, you were the one who had constantly ignored him. From the moment you were assigned that stupid college final project together, you had completely shut him out. He sort of understood - he was never the “team project” kind of guy, often waiting until the last minute to complete his portion. The reminders had gotten out of hand, and after one particularly long, bad, awful day at work, he’d finally snapped.

“I’m going to do the damn project, woman,” he groaned, trying to put in his earbuds. “Would you stop nagging me? I know what I’m doing.”

“Woman?” You countered, crossing your arms over your chest. He could practically feel the anger radiating off of you like hell’s furnace. “I have a name, you know, Shikamaru.”

He winced at the venom laced within your tone. “And anyway, it’s due tomorrow and I had to do your portion for you.”

“What?” He took an earbud out and stared at you incredulously. “What the fuck do you mean? I told you a thousand times I would get to it!”

“Yeah, and it’s been finished for a whole week and yet you’ve said nothing.” You grabbed your book from the table with a huff and hissed over your shoulder, “I’ll be telling the Professor about this, too.”

And sure enough, he had received an F. AN F! Shikamaru didn’t get F’s. People called him lazy, and self-important, and arrogant, but one thing he had never been called was a failure. And you had literally made him one.

But even after that, he never felt the way he figured he was supposed to about you. Where he should have felt rage he only felt flutters every time you glanced his way. His cheeks grew hot with anticipation when you would sit near him in class, not annoyance. His hands got sweaty when he would run into you at parties, not because he was upset, but because he enjoyed the way your dress hugged each delicious curve. But you never looked at him the same after that project. Well, until tonight.

“Dammit,” your moan brought his head back to Earth and he peeked from underneath your dress, winking up at you. “What are you doing?”

He laughed huskily, his warm eyes shining like ambers. “What does it look like… woman?”

The smirk was especially filthy. There was a brief moment of stillness as you stared at each other. His face was flushed light pink, his lips swollen and puffy. Beads of sweat dripped between his furrowed eyebrows and just as you were about to pull away, Shikamaru kissed your knee, murmuring something about wanting to do this for a long time, and then nothing else mattered.

“Oh,” you groaned, throwing the hem of your dress back over his head as though, if you couldn’t see him, then maybe this wasn’t really happening, “How we’re going to hurt each other.”

“Maybe,” he agreed from somewhere beneath you. A slender finger pulled the wet cotton of your panties to the side, hot breath fanning against your slick walls. Every nerve within you ignited individually and you closed your eyes shut. “But the hurt is half the fun.”

You got no warning as he slid a finger inside of you, overwhelming your senses with extreme relief. A strong moan rippled from your chest and you had to bite your own hand to silence yourself.

“Shh,” Shikamaru whispered, kissing your moist lips. “Don’t want the whole party to hear us, do you?”

Your clit throbbed, seeking the spiral that would pull you apart. You needed it. You needed more. You needed him. His finger, teasing and prodding inside of you wasn’t enough. Greedily, you pushed his head through the fabric of your dress closer to your core, yearning for him in a desperate and needy way.

“More,” you pleaded, and was that your voice? Another finger pushed inside you, torturously prolonging the inevitable. The thickness of him sucked the life from you and you used all your strength to bring him close, closer, like if you stopped you would actually die. There was only the chase, the desperate need to make the warmth spread, to feel full and complete. And, right now, in this small and practically public closet, Shikamaru was the sole person who could give that to you.

“Alright,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the hood of your clit, “Since you asked so nicely, and that’s very unlike you, I’ll help you out.”

He licked inside your pussy, his tongue curling where you were the most wet before sliding up and flicking over your over-sensitized clit. You cried out a muffled moan, sinking your teeth deeper into the skin of your hand as your fingers clawed at the top of his scalp. He dragged the flat of his tongue against you again and again, a sweet torture. Your back arched against the wall and he felt so fucking good that all you could do was helplessly whine like a whore, rocking your hips into his generous mouth.

You babbled his name, endlessly his name, over and over, your voice as smooth as a calming cello. His need to be sucked inside of you was overwhelming, prodding into the too tight fabric of his pants as he ate you out like a man starved. You tasted so fucking good, sounded so fucking good, and he was sure you looked so fucking good too. He imagined the way you knit your brows together, forming that little line in the middle of your forehead that he often saw when you were particularly annoyed with him over something. For awhile, he had been purposefully teasing you, just so he could see that godforsaken line one more time - and now, he was intentionally missing it. What a moron.

Shikamaru’s mouth found your clit once again and sucked, transforming you into nothing but a writhing mess. The knife’s edge of pleasure that curved up your spine punctured through and suddenly you were gushing on him, keening as he slid up your slit endlessly between slurps and breathless groans.

You couldn’t get enough air in your lungs.

Your attempt at sucking in oxygen turned into a strangled giggle, harsh and giddy. Shikamaru hummed sinisterly and maneuvered his head out from under your dress to behold one of the most glorious things he had ever seen. You, sex-hazed, hair messy and face flushed. And that damn line on your forehead was still there. Perfect.

When you came back to yourself, still out of breath but slightly more coherent, Shikamaru was already pulling your dress up and off over your head. His hands worked your bra, releasing the hook effortlessly, pinching and kneading your tits with intent. Hooded almond eyes focused onto yours as Shikamaru took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked, hard, forcing a gasp from you once again.

“Fuck me.” It was unrestrained and unbidden, an invitation. A plea. You tugged at his belt. The leather was stubborn but Shikamaru only watched, amused and turned on, pulling off your nipple with a lewd pop.

“Need some help?” His voice was no longer playful; it was carnal. Gruff. Commanding.

It was only then, distracted as you were, that the belt somehow managed to come free. You popped the buttons of his pants and unzipped his fly, paying no regard to how desperate for his cock you were, as you tugged his pants and boxers down and they fell to the floor.

“Ah fuck,” he sighed, “Wait, my condom is-“

“Can’t have evidence,” you replied swiftly. “I’m on birth control, so it doesn’t matter. Besides, I… I want you to.”

Shikamaru kicked his pants away with a growl - an actual growl - lifting you against the wall. And oh, the strength of him. Your legs clung around his waist and the need for him to be inside you nearly had you in tears. You were certain you had never been hornier in your entire life and, still sopping between your thighs, your clit pulsed for him.

Your lips collided with his again, and unlike the first, there was nothing tentative or careful about this kiss. This was leading, all-consuming; stealing the little breath you had within your lungs with an unrelenting fervor. His thick tip pushed between your folds and his tongue pushed past your lips when the sharp gasp fell from you like a beautiful song. He was the best of the best and the worst of the worst, the man whom you had loathed up close and admired from afar, and tonight, he held you in his arms.

“Shikamaru, please,” you begged, breathlessly. “Please just fuck me. Need you so bad.”

His heart grew wings and fluttered in his chest as he met your gaze, blown out and hazy. He wanted to shower you in affection, raining on you constantly. He didn’t want to let you go. But as he watched you; the way your body moved toward him, the way your hands pulled him closer, he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time the two of you would be this close. This was a beginning, not an end. With a new found confidence, he trailed his lips to your ear as he used his free hand to line himself up, the heat of your core seething against his sensitive skin.

“This might hurt a bit at first, but I’ll go slow, alright?”

You wanted to reply with something snide and witty, but the first press of his cockhead against your entrance was tease enough, turning your brain into a scrambled puzzle that only he could put back together. The way he slowly pressed into you, made room for himself inside, even now, he was torturing you in the best way. He stretched you with each inch, but the pleasure and the panic collided into a beautiful supernova of ecstasy and as he dove deeper, the little closet opened up to the entire solar system. You gasped, clenching yourself around him as he grunted and held his big hand tightly to the small of your back.

“Fuck, you’re really tight. Don’t clench like that.” He husked, nipping the top of your ear.

“It’s okay,” you assured, resting your forehead onto his shoulder. “I like it rough.”

Shikamaru’s willpower audibly snapped. The only sounds were his labored grunts, muffled bass from the party in the adjacent room, and the slaps of skin meeting skin. Your eyes closed and you twisted your hips, tiny rocking motions that sent sparks dancing along your veins, boiling your blood. You wanted to play, to feel every inch of him sink into your soul and fill you up. Hands braced onto his shoulders, you rocked up and down, dangerously close to the edge. His hazel eyes watched you intently, sweeping across every inch of your body as if trying to burn the image of you forever into his mind, making you shiver at the attention.

You wanted it on you always. It made you feel strong - powerful - in a way you’d never felt before. Sex in the past had always been good, always been fun. But this was something else entirely. There was a desperation deep within the pit of you that you’d never experienced before; the clench of his hands on your thighs; the way he panted against your lips. This was bliss.

He whispered your name through strings of curses, and you couldn’t help but yield to the subtle command of his tone when he asked you to look at him. You did so hesitantly as he helped you bring a leg down from around him, connecting your foot to the floor so you could spread for him more. He brought his thumb down to rub your clit as his other hand sank into the flesh of your thigh, drawing you closer to his chest. He dived into you from a new angle and you had to grip his hair for purchase as you were pushed back to the brink, your legs quivering around him.

But you were looking at him now. At the tightness of his jaw, the sweaty dark hair sticking to his forehead. At his eyes, watching you in a way they have for all these years that you just hadn’t noticed until now. And for some reason it was here - in the coital cloud - that you were finally able to understand what, exactly, you’d been feeling towards him all these years. And it wasn’t frustration, or annoyance, or anger.

It was lust. Deep, painful, unfathomable lust.

And Shikamaru could feel it radiating off you, could feel the emotions sinking into the air around your bodies like a vortex. It was overwhelming in the best way, the only thing he wanted to feel for the rest of his life.

You came gradually, like warm water trickling over you, rather than the explosion like earlier. You cried his name in the dark as it dragged its way through your limbs and into your muscles. You chanted his name and he, in turn, repeated yours, toppling over the edge with you, his breathing as stuttered as his shallow thrusts, liquid warmth spreading deep inside of you. And when all is still, when he pulled out of you and pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder and you settled your back against the wall for support, the two of you found solace.

A terrible knock flung you from your sex stupid fog and you both frantically scrambled to find the clothes that were strewn about the floor in the dark.

“Why is this locked?” It was Ino’s voice, and you almost had a heart attack.

“Finally!” Shikamaru shouted, clasping his belt and readjusting his shirt. “We’ve been yelling in here forever. I think the door locked on us automatically.”

You tied his hair back up sloppily and gave him a quick peck to the cheek as you whispered thank you, grateful his brain was still on and functioning, unlike your own. He gave you a warm smile and squeezed your hand as he unlocked the door, and you felt relief wash over you when you realized Ino was too drunk to comprehend the door does not, in fact, lock from the side she was on. The door swung open and the two of you were on opposite sides of the closet, Shikamaru moving away from you with a godlike speed.

Unphased, Ino glanced to you and slurred, “Finally! Sasuke is looking for you.”

With a shot to the heart, the air in your lungs evaporated. The room was suddenly way too hot. Shikamaru slipped past you briskly and walked from the room, leaving you in the dim light.

“Oh, is he?” You asked, fixing your hair. “Why?”

Ino’s ice blue eyes watched you intently, widening ever so slightly. You could see the realization wash over her like a cold waterfall as she cackled madly.

“Don’t tell me you two were seriously fucking in here?” She was flabbergasted, her slurred speech momentarily cured from the complete scandal she had walked in on.

You rolled your eyes and shoved her aside playfully, only responding with a smirk. “I’ll tell you about it later. I have to get back before the bride and groom notice I’ve been missing for the past thirty minutes.”

You walked back to the reception area with your head held high and glanced to the head table. Luckily, Sakura and Naruto seemed too distracted by giving each other googly eyes and they didn’t even seem to notice your rendezvous with Shikamaru, who had returned to his seat at the end of the table.

You allowed your eyes to wander around the room and noticed Sasuke standing at the bar, watching you with a soft expression. He smiled at you, something you hadn’t seen in awhile, and gave you a quick nod before he looked back towards the dance floor. Instinctively, you took a step towards him, but something tugged at your heart and made you stop.

Your eyes followed the direction of the pull and landed on Shikamaru, who had moved over and was now whispering something into Naruto’s ear. He patted him on the back and glanced over at you briefly, a flicker of sadness in his eyes, before he winked and bobbed his head in Sasuke’s direction. When he turned away, a strong current pulled your legs forward and you followed him back to his chair. He glanced up at you, confusion written all over his face.

“Uh,” he drawled, circling his finger over the rim of his drink. “You went the wrong way.”

“No, I didn’t.” You winked at him and extended out your hand. “Wanna dance?”

Shikamaru’s cheeks flushed pink and he clicked his teeth in response as he took your hand, groaning about what a drag dancing was. You laughed and guided him towards the dance floor, resting your head onto his chest as the song transitioned into something more mellow. He wrapped you in his arms and the two of you swayed together as the crowd dissipated.

“I’d like to take you on a real date sometime,” Shikamaru murmured into your ear. “If that’s alright with you?”

You lifted your head back to look at him, and when your eyes met, the world sang. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I would like nothing more.”

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Hello, could you please ignore this is requests are closed!

Can you do head canons of where fem! y/n and really long hair (as long as Kushina Uzumaki's is), and Naruto (Naruto, Shikamaru, Kiba, Kakashi, Sasuke, Neji, ext.) boys notice that their hair is bothering them so they do something about it?

Please and thank you!

p.s, I really really love all of your work!

A/n: Thanks a lot for the ask! Sorry for the delay <3

Kakashi

Kakashi is someone who pays a lot of attention to details when it comes to you or anything related to you.

You tend to lose your rubber band the very first 5 minutes you used it and he knows it so he always has a few of your hair ties with him for "just in case".

You have been into pottery recently and he decided to pick you up from the studio. He saw you struggling to keep your hair out of your face and came to your rescue with a hair tie in his hand and tying your hair back for you.

His presence alone is fascinating for the ladies. Now just imagine how crazy they went when he DID THAT.

Shikamaru

It was when you two had just started dating and you both loved to do chores around the house and spend some quality time alone.

So this one time, you were cooking and he was sitting on the tabletop as you stood between his legs with your back to his chest.

You were making the salad mix and your braids got loose. He saw you struggling.

THIS MAN gently pulled them back and placed a kiss on your neck from the back. HE KNOWS this gets you weak on your knees!

He wrapped his legs around you so you can't move as you try your best to hide your blush.

His wholehearted laugh was the highlight of your evening :3

Kiba

Kiba may act all cool and tough to everyone but when it comes to you he is such a softie.

And he absolutely loves your long hair and in fact, the day when he first say you, the first thing he noticed was your hair blowing oh-so-gently with the wind.

But recently you were thinking of getting them trimmed since they were getting in your way of the practice. And the moment you mentioned it to him, MAN was he so hyperactive to convince you not to do it.

He thought it was gonna be a big chop like Sakura's but later you helped him calm down and explain that it is just a cut.

You sometimes mess with him by mentioning a big cut and once he realises that you are messing with him he doesn't calm down but not before confirming it twice.

Naruto

He LOVES the smell of your hair first of all. He also notices when you change your shampoos.

While cuddling you try to make sure that your hair doesn't get in the way but he finds the smell of them comforting and would probably snuggle in them even more.

But what he absolutely love is when you have a hair wash day and he's laying on your lap and your hair is slightly brushing up against his face as he sleeps.

He loves the cold dampness of them and just like Kiba he will go nuts if you suggest getting a haircut.

Will probably be grumpy afterwards but nothing a bowl of Ichiraku ramen can't find.

Sasuke

He's not one to be vocal about it but according to him, your hair is one of the best features you have.

Sometimes he gets caught up in how pretty they look, how pretty YOU LOOK when you are just going about your day and your long hair flows you around, when you are sparing with him and right after every move there is a trail of your long braids following your movement OR when you two are out on a walk and wind brush past you as if teasing him subtly by blowing your hair JUST the right way.

He can look at them forever. Like, he won't even realize that he is staring until one time you ask him, "What do you always stare at?" He was a blushing mess after that but covered up by saying that there was a bug on you.

After that, he'll try to be as subtle as possible but ends up being caught up in your beauty anyway. But you always let him stare without pointing it out. You love knowing that he has his eyes on you and adoration crystal clear in them.

Sometimes he unconciously reach out his hand to take some strands away from your face and would tuck them behind your ear so gently that you might just break with his mare touch.

Neji

He has long hair and he is big on hygiene and a little bit proud of it too for some reason. But when he walked past you the first time he smelled a fragrance that was "ethereal" in his own words.

He is not the one to pay attention to anyone at all but you made him turn around and look and he was only able to see your long hair that flowed way past your waist.

He tried finding you after that but you were nowhere to be found until one day when Neji, Ten Ten & Lee were resting after a training session. He was resting his eyes for a bit as he lay under a tree that was near the footpath.

He heard someone talking to Ten Ten for directions. He didn't pay any attention but for some reason, he opened his eyes and in his line of vision it was the sky and the same long hair flowing and walking away from him once again.

He jerked up scaring you and the other team members. You both had awkward eye contact for a few seconds and then Ten Ten spoke, "He's Neji."

Then he got his composure back and formally introduced himself. Ever since you two started dating he loved hugging you. Hugging you with his chin resting on your head, hugs from the back, and especially the ones where he places his head in the crook of your neck. All of this is because he wants to take in the same smell of your hair.

He WOULD ask you to switch back to the same essential oil to make sure you smell the same. Even after having his intense hygiene routine, he never used that oil for himself. Even though he LOVES it, it was for you and you only.

He has long hair and he is big on hygiene and a little bit proud of it too for some reason. But when he walked past you the first time he smelled a fragrance that was "ethereal" in his own words.

He is not the one to pay attention to anyone at all but you made him turn around and look and he was only able to see your long hair that flowed way past your waist.

He jerked up scaring you and the other team members. You both had awkward eye contact for a few seconds and then Ten Ten spoke, "He's Neji."

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