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Sweet Girl #4
(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)
[Artwork is not mine! Credit to unknown; I couldn’t find the artist :( ]
Requested by: All You Horn-Dogs (I’m kidding. I love you all. Please keep requesting stories)
Word Count: 3,742
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
Age Gap (duh)
Threesome (Also, duh)
Nick Names: Toy, Chief, Commander, Sweet Girl, Spoiled Brat, Sweets, Bitch, Asshole, Daddy
Titty Fondling
Soft and Hard Dom
Grinding
Begging (ish)
Spanking
Dacryphilia
Threats of Violence (?) "I'll keep beating your ass until it bleeds"
Slight Degrading
Hair Pulling
Titty/Face Shot
Cum Eating (? Idk I suck at warnings)
Smoking
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My nerves are trickling down to my pussy, my thighs chilly from the cold air of the night, and my mess that’s still present. My anticipation only gets worse when Inoichi pushes me against the front door, yelps from Shikaku to be gentle following the movements. "I can't wait to destroy you, my pretty toy." The Chief's hands wander under my shirt, squeezing my breasts as he grinds his boner against my ass.
"You're being too rough, Ino. Break your toys, not mine," the Commander continues to complain, shrugging his friend off of me. Shikaku nuzzles my neck with his nose, his hand busy trying to unlock his front door. "Don't worry, Sweet Girl. I won't let him be too rough."
"Promise?"
"Of course not," Shikaku chuckles in my ear, a hand wrapping around my waist when he pushes the door open. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't share? A good friend shares everything, even the youthful cunt of their favorite girl."
My pussy tingles even more when both men laugh at me, the Commander's fingers sliding past my waistband to toy with my soaked panties. I'm ushered into the house, a second pair of hands clinging to me as I'm steered down the hallway, towards the bedrooms. As promised, music blares from Shikaku's son's room, covering his eventful night.
The music is cut off when I'm led into Shika's room, the door slamming closed behind the three of us. I twitch around as I'm poked and prodded at, hands tumbling all over my body. At least until I'm shoved on the bed, then pushed around until I'm laid how they like. "How pretty," Inoichi coos, pushing my head into the mattress and his free hand shoving at my back so my ass is propped in the air. "I can't wait to beat your ass."
"Chief Yamanaka," I whine, trying to squirm out from under his hold.
"Don't start whimpering now. You weren't whining when you disobeyed me and came on your new daddy's fingers," the Chief grumbles, pulling his hands away from me to start undoing his belt.
I go to sit up, but Shikaku's hands replace his friends, fingers tangled in my hair, shoving my cheek into our blankets and the other one on my back, keeping my ass in the air. "Be my Sweet Girl and take your punishment. The better you behave, the sooner it'll be over."
My Commander's cooing is followed by his friend tugging my panties down my legs, disapproving clicks of his tongue filling my ears. "Look how soaked you are. What a desperate, fertile young lady you are."
"Inoichi," I whine, squirming around again. "Don't say that."
"Why not?" He asks, tone cautious, and his hands massaging my hips as Shikaku's hands rub my back and my scalp.
"It makes me uncomfortable," I murmur, settling back into the position I was placed in.
"Sorry, Sweetheart," Inoichi coos, littering my back with kisses before he stands up straight again. "It won't get you out of your punishment though."
I let out another whine, rubbing my face against the bed. "Meanie."
"Spoiled brat. You have a spoiled brat, Shikaku. He turned you into a brat," the Chief grumbles, his belt snapping as he rips it off, the sound making me rub my thighs together.
Inoichi rubs my ass, kneading my flesh, Commander following his lead and rubbing me again.
Smack
"Fuck, ow. Chief," I whine, trying - and failing - to shoot up from my spread-out position.
"You're fine. Stop whining," Chief grumbles, rubbing the sore spot on my butt.
Smack, smack. Smack, smack.
"Chief," I whimper again, my back being pushed down by Shikaku as I squirm around.
Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack.
"Come on, Chief," I cry, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have listened."
"I don't believe your half-assed apology," he grumbles, fingers making my ass sting as he toys with me.
Shikaku uses his hold on my head to pick up my head, pressing kisses right under my eyes. "You're okay, Sweet Girl. You're doing so good," he coos, his legs shifting to adjust his growing boner.
"You're babying her again," Chief grumbles, rolling his eyes at his friend.
Smack, smack, smack.
"Apologies, beg me to stop, or else I'll keep beating your ass until it bleeds."
"Inoichi," Commander grumbles, his tone warning and eyes sharp as he glares at the man behind me.
Chief Yamanaka groans out an apology, rubbing my ass again before he goes back to spanking me.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Chief!" I yelp, shifting my ass down. These spanks were more spaced out but hurt more than the rest, making my tears spill down to cheeks. My attempt to move away doesn't work, Inoichi's hand settling on my hip, lifting my ass again. "I'm sorry. I won't cum again without permission, I promise. I'm really sorry. Please?"
"There's a Sweetheart," he hums, kneading my sensitive ass again.
Shikaku is buzzing next to me, releasing me long enough to shift his hands to my waist. "Fuck, Sweet Girl," he mumbles, sliding me on top of him. "You're so pretty when you cry," he praises, his hands shifting further down, both men toying with my sore cheeks.
"That hurts, I'm sore, you two are being mean," I whine, my tears trickling off my face, dripping onto the Commander's cheeks.
"Damn it, Sweet Girl," he groans again, using his hold on my butt to force my hips against his, grinding me against his boner. Shikaku lifts his head a bit, his tongue sliding out, running across my cheeks to collect my tears.
"You're hogging her," Inoichi grumbles, gripping my hips and tugging me off of my... boyfriend?... before flopping down on the bed next to him. I'm positioned reverse cowgirl, my hips moving again but grinding on the Chief this time. "Shikaku is right though, you are pretty, with your ass all red. Damn it Shika, why'd you have to get to her first?"
Commander chuckles, his hand snaking over to start toying with my clit, rubbing soft and slow circles into it. "I'm just better than you."
"You're just a pushover," Inoichi laughs back, shoving me off his boner, causing my face to fall into the sheets again. "Shikaku? You should go get the kitchen timer."
"Why?" We both ask; my tone curious and Commander's warning, his eyes flickering down to me. "Don't you think you've been rough enough, Inoichi?"
Chief lets out a sigh loud enough that it almost covers the sound of his pants being tugged down. "Always the sensitive one, aren't you Shikaku? Once I get off I'll get out of your hair, then you can coddle your 'sweet girl' all you want," he mocks, getting another pointed look from the Commander.
"Inoichi - "
"She'll be fine. Hell, I'll even be nice and give her four minutes instead of two."
Shikaku grumbles under his breath but does leave the room, going to collect the kitchen timer I assume. "Chief?"
"Sweetheart?" He hums, gripping my hips to tug me backward. The tip of his dick toys with me, just barely poking in me before being pulled out again.
"What's the timer for?"
"We're going to play a game." That doesn't sound good, at least not coming from the Chief. "You, Sweetheart, get four minutes to ride me. If you make me cum, you win."
"And if I don't? If I don't win?"
A soft chuckle comes from the older man, his blonde hair tickling my cheeks as his lips brush against my neck. "Shikaku's sweet, sweet girl. You're a smart girl, I'm pretty confident you can think of a thing or two that'll happen if you fall." He's right, I can, and it sends shivers down my spine. My body shifting from the shivers gets me a reward of more laughs. "I love how responsive you are, Sweetheart."
"And I would quite like it if you didn't cling to my Sweet Girl so much," Shikaku's voice spills into the room, a smile crossing my lips when my eyes lock on him in the doorway. Jealousy? Waves off of him as he looks at us. "I've already stated you've been too rough with her today. Dial it back." Wrong, not jealousy, protectiveness.
Inoichi grumbles, his dick slamming into me as my hips are pulled down. "Just start the timer. Four minutes."
The Commander rolls his eyes but does click the timer on. He settles it in front of me, propped on the bed so I can watch it tick away. "Be a Sweet Girl," he coos, his hands cupping my face, tilting it so he can brush kisses across my face.
My hands jump up, wrapping around Shikaku's wrists as I shift myself around, settling into a seated position. My bounces are slow, my ass aching every time I settle back in Chief's lap, and my pussy feels raw from the constant use it's been getting recently. "You have to live faster than that, Sweet Girl. You're just going to edge him doing that," he guides, pulling away an inch or two so our eyes can lock.
"I can't," I whine, picking up my pace a bit, the added soreness causing my eyes to fill with tears.
"Damn it, Sweets. You are making it very hard on me right now," Shika grumbles, thumbs rubbing away my tears as his eyes scree shut.
"Use her mouth, it's not good for anything but whining anyway," Chief grumbles, his breath picking up as he flops on the bed, lying on his back.
"I guess I could," Shika mumbles, his hand gripping my hair. "Sweets, be sweet for me and open your mouth." I obey, letting my mouth fall open as I watch him tug his dick out of his pants. He wastes no time, shoving his cock down my throat and making me gag on him.
My mind is torn between moving my hips fast enough to make Inoichi finish and focusing on sucking on and not accidentally nicking Shikaku. The ticking of the clock only makes everything worse, reminding me that if the Chief doesn't finish my ass is going to get beat again. It doesn't help that I can't look at the timer to see how much time I have left, my head bobbing up and down Commander's dick making that impossible.
The sound of the room is intoxicating. The slushing of my pussy gushing and my mouth sliding around. Inoichi's huffs and grunts, Shikaku's praises and puffs, it's all too much, I can feel my orgasm building, threatening to snap before I even have the chance to ask for permission.
Right as I'm about to break, the timer goes off, shooting sparks of dread down to my stomach as it buzzes. Before I can process what's happening, I'm left empty, hoisted out of the bed, and suddenly clinging to Shikaku. "You did so good, Sweet Girl," he whispers into my ear, nuzzling the side of my face.
"Come on," the Chief groans, slowly sitting up. "You're ruining my game. Give her back."
"No, I already told you. You're being too rough. She's done with your dumb punishments for the day." Commander's hold on me tightens once his sentence is out, the men butting heads - and glares as they test each other's will to dominate.
Inoichi sighs, flapping back in the bed, and signifying Shikaku's win. "Fine," he groans, nodding his head back and forth. "You baby her too goddamn much."
"No I'm not, am I Sweets?" Commander gushes, littering my face with a dozen kisses. "I'm not babying you. Inoichi is just a hardass."
"Am not!" He bickers, Chief snapping upright as I'm lowered to the ground, placed on my knees once again.
"Be a Sweet Girl," Commander tells me for the millionth time, his hand placed under my chin, filling my head up. "Take your shirt off so Chief Yamanaka and I can cover your pretty face and chest, okay? You're going to look absolutely wonderful drenched in our sticky cum, aren't you?"
My hands instantly go to my shirt, working it up my body as my thighs rub and my head shakes rapidly. "Who's a Sweet Girl? Who's my Sweet Girl?" Shika coddles, praising me for my eager obedience.
"At least I still get to cum," Inoichi grumbles, climbing to his feet to stand next to his friend, both men towering over me as they start to stroke themselves.
I arch myself so my chest is puffed out, my tongue hanging out of my mouth as I wait to be covered. My position gets me praises, even from Chief, which makes my pussy tingle more. It doesn't take long for them to finish, Inoichi before Shikaku does. I'm coated in their cum, like I was promised. Some spilling onto my chest, some coating my face, dripping down my cheeks to join the majority covering my titties.
"Please?" I whine, desperately rubbing my legs together, the warm stickiness of the two men sliding over my skin making my earlier teased orgasm even worse.
"I guess you can cum," Inoichi says, the glint in his eyes tipping me off that this won't be so easy. He bends down, scooping me up in his arms. "But not tonight since I've 'been too rough with you'. You need your rest." And there it is. Both men chuckle at my whines, kisses being pressed into both sides of my neck; Chief on the left and Commander on the right. "You'll be fine, Spoiled Brat. You can finish first thing tomorrow morning, I promise."
"Your promise isn't worth much to me," I mutter, tilting my head to rest it on top of Shikaku's.
Another round of laughter spills from the men, Commander carefully taking me from his friend's arms before goodbyes are traded among all of us. "Let's get you cleaned up, take a shower, and then go to bed, Sweet Girl," Shika mumbles, his tongue already sliding over my cheeks, cleaning up the mess the two men left behind.
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"There you are, Sweetheart. I was looking for you all over," Inoichi mutters into my ear, his hands on my shoulders as he presses a kiss to the side of my head. "I started to worry that old lug left you at home."
"Nope, I'm here to suffocate in boredom," I answer, tipping my head to look up at the Yamanaka Chief.
Lord Sixth is having a meeting about Lord knows what with the Chiefs of the village, which requires Shikaku as both the Chief of his clan and the Lord's adviser to attend. Shikamaru, on the other hand, joined to start his training to take over the clan and his father's role as the Hokage's advisor.
Besides my relationship with Shikaku - and being his bragged about arm candy - there’s not really a reason I’m here. He swears it’s to help with the stress these meetings bring him, but I think he’s just clingy. It’s a weird shift from his unattached son who didn’t seem to care where I was or what I did as long as it wasn’t with Shino or Naruto. It’s nice having someone who wants to know what you’re doing, and who wants you by their side.
“Did Ino come with you tonight?” I ask, trying to have any kind of conversation that doesn’t have to do with numbers or percentages for once tonight.
Inoichi lets out a small chuckle, a smile on his face as he shakes his head. “No, she did not. I swear that girl has no interest in taking over the clan. Though, she has shown great promise to one day take over the Barrier Team, so I suppose I cannot be too upset. What about you?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, scanning the crowd for Shikaku. Maybe I’m the one that’s grown clingy.
“I mean with your life. If you do stay with Shikaku, if you marry, become the Chiefess, you’ll only be what? You’ll be in your thirties, forties when he retires? What will you do with the rest of your life?”
I think over his questions for a moment, even though it hurts. They’re not unusual questions to me, they’re similar ones I got while I was with Shikamaru, to an extent. But now… they just… feel different. Having Inoichi paint it like I’m with his friend to fulfill the life I was promised by Shikamaru leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Is that what people think I’m doing? Is that why I’m so entranced in the Commander? Because he’s safe? Because not a lot changes between being with his son and being with him?
“I don’t know if I will spend my life with Shikaku,” I mutter, scanning the crowd for him again. “If I do, he has already done the family thing, so I doubt we’d ever have kids. Even if he does one day wish to marry me, I will not say yes until he retires. This generation already has a chiefess, they have Yoshino. The Nara Clan will not have another chiefess until Shikamaru is wed. As for retiring, my clan believes in leaving the Shinobi serves earlier than most. Do not tempt fate and make room for the next generation to spread their wings kind of thing, you know?”
Inoichi hums softly, his hands massaging my shoulders as he thinks over my answer. “I do not think Yoshino would be angry if you became chiefess.”
“I don’t think so either, but it is how I wish to respect her life. She was important to me, even if my actions tend to make people believe otherwise.”
Chief Yamanaka stays silent, his hands slowly falling to cling to the dips of my elbows. “Sweetheart,” he finally whispers in my ear, his hands rubbing my arms. “The… things I have done to… to you… they do not change my care for you. I may know Shikaku will never purposely make you feel trapped, but I also know when he gets attached he… he gets really attached. Do not feel trapped because of the decisions you have made.”
I know the words are meant with care and are meant to comfort me - and they do - but I can’t help but tease the man. “I hope it changes how you care a little bit, Chief Yamanaka, or else there’s going to be some real sticky issues.”
He lets out an airy laugh, another kiss planted to the side of my head and another shoulder squeeze paired with it. “Perhaps I care about you a bit differently than I have before, yes. For now, I should go mingle with my fellow chiefs. Just keep in mind, Sweetheart, there is never an expiration on my offer. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
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Shikaku's soft humming wraps around me, the bored-with-life Shinobi strolling behind me as I shoot forward. His equally bored but a lot more pissy son strolls next to him, occasionally sending daggers my way as I move around the road.
There's still some hurt feeling between Shikamaru and me - him more than me, but I still think he's going to do excellent taking over for his father in the coming years. I will admit, sleeping with his dad and forming... whatever I am with Shikaku probably wasn't the most appropriate decision of my life. Despite that, I wouldn't change it and still hold strong in my thoughts that Shikamaru doesn't get a say in what I do anymore; even if Shikaku is his dad.
"Come on, slowpokes," I yell at them, hopping up the first step to their apartment complex.
"Hold your horses, Sweet Girl," Shikaku mumbles, his hand wrapping around my waist to tug me off the steps. "I want a cigarette before I go inside."
"Fine," I groan, letting him lead me around the side of the building.
"Are you coming Shikamaru?" He husks out, eyes glancing toward his son. "If not, you are more than welcome to wait for me inside."
Shikamaru shoves his hands into his pockets, eyes glancing between me and the side as he rolls his shoulders. "Ya, I should probably have a smoke before bed. I'll be antsy if I don't," he murmurs, rolling his shoulders once more before he trails after us.
Shikaku settles in one of the shadows cast by the building, his back pressed against the brick material. I mimic his position, leaning against the wall too. Shikamaru stalls for a moment, eyes flickering between his dad and me before he mirrors the two of us, leaning against the wall next to me.
"Addicts," I tease, tilting my head up to watch the melting colors of the sunset. Shikaku snakes his arm over my hips again, letting it rest loosely around me as his fingers toy with my side, occasionally dipping his fingertips into me as if he's trying to remind me he's there.
"You smoke too. Socially, at least," Shikamaru mumbles, a cigarette already resting between his lips, hands cupping the end as he lights it.
"You do?" Shikaku asks, head tilting to the side to look at me, his hand busy placing a cigarette between his lips as well. I hum a yes, using the tip of my shoe to toy with dirt. "Do you want one?"
"She doesn't smoke menthols," Shikamaru butts in before I can answer, rolling his eyes as he tilts his pack toward me. "She doesn't smoke my brand either but 'they're better than menthols' or whatever you used to bitch at me," he grumbles, eyes cast away from me as I slide one of the sticks out of the box.
"You two need to stop smoking," I gently lecture, once again mimicking them, placing the cancer stick between my lips.
"Says you," Shikamaru continues to groan, arm stretched out and his lighter flicked on to light my smoke for me.
Quite falls over us, leaving the space so silent that if it wasn't for the three lines of smoke filling the air I wouldn't be sure whether this moment was real or not.
"I'm not calling you mom," Shikamaru whispers, finally breaking the silence.
"I wouldn't expect you to."
He lets out a sigh, his head tumbling down to rest on my shoulder. "You're still a bitch."
"You're still an asshole."
"I know."
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Love Strategist
Shikamaru Nara hates going on missions without his best friend, Chouji Akimichi. The large man lightens the mood and makes Shikamaru laugh. Additionally, he’s a comforting and reassuring presence when things go wrong, and he contributes a lot. Not having him there bothers Shikamaru greatly as he treks through the land of snow with his other teammate, Ino Yamanaka, by his side.
Another reason he hates not having Chouji on missions? Because, more often than not, when Chouji isn’t there, Shikamaru ends up being paired with exclusively Ino- who he is embarrassingly, stupidly in love with while she is none the wiser and insists on chasing after guys like Sasuke who want nothing to do with her. Just as his father predicted, Shikamaru has fallen in love with a stubborn, headstrong, beautiful woman.
Shikamaru wishes his father had been wrong.
Of course, Chouji just had to come down with the stomach bug that’s been going around right before they were about to leave. Shikamaru and Ino managed to complete the mission by themselves, but with Asuma dead and without Chouji there to act as a familiar buffer between the two of them, things are… Awkward.
Shikamaru feels uncomfortable… And a little sick, too. Part of him thinks he must’ve caught the bug if his current nausea and hot head are anything to go by. Even with the snow falling on them, he’s burning hot.
“Shika, are you good?” Ino suddenly asks. Shikamaru glances over at her. They’re walking side by side, and much to his dismay, Ino is somehow even more beautiful than she was yesterday. The hood of her winter cloak is down and revealing her long, blond hair. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose are dyed red from the cold. Long, blond lashes adorn her baby blue eyes, and said lashes are littered in the snowflakes that continue to fall from the sky. Shikamaru’s heart throbs. “Hey, did you hear me?”
“Oh,” Shikamaru says. He tries his best to swallow his nausea to no avail. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Just tired.”
“If you say so…” Ino trails off, clearly not convinced but also not wanting to press him any further.
Shikamaru lets out a sigh of relief, only to find himself dropping to the ground and vomiting into the snow after a few more seconds of walking. Ino immediately kneels by his side and puts a hand on his back, her expression laced with concern.
Shikamaru can’t stand it. He can’t stand how beautiful she is, can’t stand how smart she is, can’t stand how caring she is. Admiring and loving someone so strongly makes him want to fly into the sun and get burnt into a fucking crisp. Alas, he doesn’t have the ability to fly, so he’s stuck on the ground with Ino rubbing his back as he pukes his guts out.
“Shikamaru! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” He lies through gritted teeth.
“You’re puking, and you’re burning up,” Ino frowns upon putting a hand on Shikamaru’s forehead to check his temperature. “You don’t look fine!”
“Get off my back, would you?” Both because he doesn’t want Ino to baby him and because there’s nothing left in his stomach for him to get rid of, Shikamaru wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, stands up, and continues walking. “I said I’m fine.”
“Jeez, what’s up with you? You’ve been really on edge these last few days,” Ino presses as she follows after him. “Is it because you’re not feeling good?”
“Do I really need to tell you again?” Shikamaru snaps, to which Ino blinks in surprise. He feels somewhat guilty, but at the same time, she can’t be allowed to figure out the truth. It’ll ruin their friendship and everything else that their team has worked so hard to build. “I said I’m fine, Ino, drop it.”
“Shika, you’re clearly unwell!” Ino grabs Shikamaru by the shoulder and forces him to stop in place. “You need to rest.”
“I hate to pull rank on you, but I’m the one in charge here in case you’ve forgotten, Ino,” Shikamaru argues back and pushes Ino’s hands away from him. “And we need to make it back to the village as soon as possible to give the mission report to Lady Tsunade.”
At that, Ino jabs a finger into his chest and glares up at him.
“You know, for as lazy as you are, you-”
“I know, I know,” Shikamaru steps out of Ino’s way and walks off to continue their trek, only for Ino to stand in front of him again. “I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Shikamaru,” Ino threatens, a warning tone to her voice. “Don’t make me take care of you by force. You know I will!”
She’s in his face, her nose almost pressing against his nose. Shikamaru can count her individual eyelashes and see the breaths that come out of her mouth fog up when they’re exposed to the cold air. More than anything, he wants to just lean in and kiss her already, but he doesn’t. Instead, he dodges her and storms off to a more heavily forested area a few feet away.
“God, you’re stubborn,” Shikamaru complains with a roll of his eyes. “Fine. Set up camp and we can rest here. Then, when I’m feeling better, we can continue enroute back to the village.”
“Finally!” Ino cheers as she puts their tent- that they’ve been having to share, alone- together and starts up a fire for them to boil some of their rations over. “See, was that so hard?”
“Harder than you’d think…”
The two quickly get settled with the tent set up, their rations cooked, and their sleeping bags laid out- side by side, uncomfortably close in the small confines of that stupid tent- and dressed down into weather-appropriate sleepwear. Shikamaru is afraid that, if he dares to eat, it’ll make him throw up even more, so he doesn’t despite Ino’s nagging. He lies on top of his sleeping bag instead of under it because of how bad his fever starts to get.
“Here,” Ino says as she crawls into the tent and places a washcloth doused in cold water over Shikamaru’s forehead. She kneels beside where he lays, looking like an angel. Shikamaru turns his head away. He hates that, since the mission is over, one of them doesn’t have to keep watch anymore. They just have to sleep next to each other like it isn’t weird. With Chouji there, it wouldn’t be weird, but with just the two of them, it definitely is. He can’t stand it. “Try to get some rest now, alright?”
“Yeah… Alright.”
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When Ino and Shikamaru return from the mission, Shikamaru feels better- one, because he’s not sick anymore, and two, because he’ll get a break from Ino for a bit. The first thing he does is go to visit Chouji, who has apparently recovered from his illness as well. The other teen’s parents aren’t home, so the two of them sit on Chouji’s bed together, sharing a bag of chips as they talk candidly about everything that’s happened since they last saw each other.
The first sign there is of a lull in conversation, though, Shikamaru takes the opportunity to vent.
“Chouji,” Shikamaru starts.
“Yeah?”
“I’m in love with Ino.”
“...Yeah?” Chouji hums between bites of his snack and tilts his head, then shrugs. “I probably could’ve guessed. You don’t hide it very well. I mean, most people can’t get a read on you, so it’s not apparent to everyone, but it has been to me for a good amount of time.”
“Glad to know I’m that obvious about it,” Shikamaru scoffs.
“Why are you bringing it up now? Haven’t you felt this way for a while?”
“Yes, but the problem is that I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Well, Shika, you’re the strategist in the group. Surely you’ve got some sort of idea! …Right?”
“Not really. I’m a battle strategist, not a… Love strategist,” Shikamaru awkwardly says, and it’s true. He was never interested in romance when he was younger, and after his promotion to Chunin- and then to Jonin- he’s been so busy that he hardly has the time to think about it. “I’ve never even been on a date before.”
“Well, buddy, I’m in the same boat as you, so I’m not gonna be much help,” Chouji admits. “But why not just tell her?”
“Because things will change,” Shikamaru answers after thinking about it for a moment. “Whether she rejects my feelings or accepts them, things will be different for the rest of our lives… And we won’t be able to go back to the way things were before. Once you cross that line, there’s no pretending that it never happened, and I don’t know if I’m ready for that sort of change.”
“Dramatic take… Is change such a terrible thing to you?”
“We’ve been going through a lot of that lately,” Shikamaru answers in reference to the conflicts with the Akatsuki, Asuma’s death, Kurenai’s pregnancy, and everything else that’s happened since Naruto’s return to Konoha.
“Things could always be worse. I think… It’s better to tell her, even if it changes things. With everything going on right now, any of us could die at any time.”
“So you’re saying I should tell her because it’s better to not have any regrets on the off chance that one of us dies soon? Isn’t that a little dark?”
“Maybe, but it’s also realistic,” Chouji counters.
It’s quiet for a moment, but then, Shikamaru hears noise- and voices… Familiar voices; Chouza, Inoichi, and Shikaku, all in the kitchen chatting away.
“I guess I should-” Shikamaru pauses, realizing just how thin the walls are. If he can hear all of their parents chatting away just one room over… They must be able to hear Shikamaru and Chouji, too. “Wait, I thought you said your parents weren’t home?”
“Huh?” Chouji stops mid-chew to listen to the noise, then lets out a nervous laugh. “Oh, I guess dad must’ve come in a bit ago! I didn’t hear him.”
“Oh, God… How long have they been here? Do you think they heard us?”
“Probably,” Chouji shrugs again. “Want the last one?”
“Sure, I guess.”
So, Shikamaru takes the last chip and eats it before nervously slipping out of Chouji’s room. When he walks out to the kitchen, which he has to cross through to make it to the front door. Shikaku, Inoichi, and Chouza are all there. They go silent upon Shikamaru’s entrance and look at the ravenette as if they’re all struggling not to burst out into laughter.
“Please tell me you didn’t just…” Shikamaru cautiously starts, unsure of what to say.
“We did,” Shikaku answers with a chuckle.
“Wow, okay, uh-”
“Not that we didn’t already know, but if you’re going to ask my daughter out, at least take her to dinner, will you?” Inoichi demands. It’s a better reaction than Shikamaru could’ve expected- he knows the head of the Yamanaka clan has high expectations for his daughter, so he was partially expecting to have the shit beat out of him (or tortured out of him considering the man’s profession). This awkward, unsolicited advice is a much better alternative. “And buy her flowers!”
“Um… Okay, I guess,” Shikamaru nods in agreement, to which all three laugh at him. “Thanks for the advice?”
“You’re welcome.”
With that, Shikamaru leaves, both relieved and confused.
Days pass. After a while of debating between not saying anything at all and just letting the cat out of the bag, Shikamaru decided on the latter, as he figures someone else will let it slip if he doesn’t do it first. He reminds himself that the worst she can do is say no and act weird about it for the rest of their lives.
Yeah… Not too bad, right?
The ravenette makes his way to Ino and her family’s flower shop, knowing that Ino is working the register and should be getting off any minute now. He enters the building to see Ino at the counter, seemingly writing down that day’s orders. Upon noticing Shikamaru’s presence, Ino sets her pen down and walks out from behind the register to come up and talk to him.
“Shika, what brings you here? You need something?”
“Do you maybe want to go to dinner tonight?” He asks, averting his eyes. He feels like his face is on fire as Ino stares back at him. “I was thinking we could grab Korean barbecue.”
“Oh, sure! Chouji will be happy about that,” Ino happily answers, to which Shikamaru can’t help but wince.
“Uh, actually, it’ll just be the two of us… If you don’t mind.”
“Really? What’s got Chouji so busy that he can’t come?”
“He’s… Hanging out with his dad,” Shikamaru quickly lies, knowing that Chouji will cover for him if asked about it- and also too embarrassed to explain upfront that he wants this to be a date.
“Huh… That sucks,” Ino answers, then shrugs and walks back to the register. “Anyway, yeah, I can come. I’m actually about to trade out with mom, so just give me a couple minutes and we can go if you’re ready.”
Shikamaru swallows, then nods.
“Sure.”
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So, Shikamaru and Ino walk to the local barbecue restaurant, side by side. Normally, Chouji would be between them, but this time he’s not. Months ago, Asuma would’ve been there, too, walking on the outside of the group to ‘protect’ them from anyone on the street and urging them to walk on the sidewalk as if they were children. Shikamaru finds himself tearing up thinking about that, but he quickly blinks the tears away before Ino can notice and glances over at her to make sure she hasn’t. Thankfully, she’s still talking about her day at work- something about a customer who got mad that she wouldn’t take a pile of counterfeit money as payment for an expensive order of flowers.
“And it was so clearly fake! I mean, the color was off, the print was blurry, and the texture was all wrong- you’d have to be an idiot not to see it,” Ino rants, her normally pale cheeks cherry red. It seems like she’s getting amped up retelling the story, and Shikamaru can’t help but smile at how cute it is. “It was pretty insulting, especially when the guy had the gall to act like I was the idiot for thinking it was fake. He must’ve been from out of town or something because he had no idea that I’m a ninja based on how he tried to snatch one of the bouquets out of my hand like a jackass and make a run from it. I mean, seriously? Who robs a flower shop for anything but the money in the register?”
“I don’t know, you’d be pretty surprised at how stupid people can be sometimes, especially when they’re from out of town. They just can’t get away with shit here that they can in the civilian sectors of The Land of Fire. You know how different it is the further out we go from here,” Shikamaru pitches back in reference to the travel they’ve done to civilian villages and cities during some of their missions. “But what happened to the guy, anyway?”
“What do you think happened? I took the bouquet back and dragged him to the correctional facility.”
“Huh… Not surprised, but I doubt they’ll keep him there if he’s a civilian. Those guys would rip him to shreds.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” Ino laughs, and with that, they fall into a comfortable silence for the rest of the walk.
Shikamaru can’t help but sigh. He stares at Ino, who continues walking next to him. She’s seemingly unaware of how he’s practically staring holes into her hands. He wants to reach out and hold one but fears that he’d either get punched in the face or receive a simple ‘ew, no’. He actually isn’t sure which would be worse. For all he knows, it could be both.
It’s odd because while Shikamaru is much closer to Ino than he would usually be, he isn’t satisfied with it. He wants to be closer, and the more he thinks about it, the more tense he becomes. Part of him regrets asking her to dinner in the first place. How’s he supposed to tell her the truth? On the flip side, how is he supposed to sit and eat with her for the next hour without absolutely losing his mind? What if he screws it up- or what if he does everything right and she still rejects him?
By the time they walk into the restaurant and get a table, Shikamaru is practically boiling over with anxiety. His Jonin vest and the blue shirt underneath it feel a little too tight, there’s sweat forming on his hairline and forehead, and his chest hurts. Ino sits across from him at the table they’re given and after a few moments pass, Shikamaru realizes she’s staring at him very intently.
“What is it, Ino? Did I do something?”
“Uh, your order…”
At that, Shikamaru blinks, then turns to see that a waiter is standing there. The poor man probably asked for his food and drink order god knows how long ago, and Shikamaru was too distracted to notice.
“Oh, shit. Sorry, man,” Shikamaru apologizes. He’d thought about trying something new today, but instead opts to order the first thing that comes to mind so he can end this awkward social situation. “I’ll just take a water and, uh… The short rib special. Thanks.”
“Awesome, thank you,” The waiter says and writes Shikamaru’s order down, but instead of leaving, he just stands there and clears his throat.
“The menu! Hand him your menu,” Ino whisper-yells from across the table.
Shikamaru grabs his menu and goes to hand it to the waiter, only for it to fall on the floor. It takes everything in him not to slam his head into the nearest wall as the waiter retrieves the menu and scurries away from their table.
“Shika, what the hell is wrong with you?” Ino demands and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Huh?” Shikamaru tilts his head in feigned confusion.
Much to his dismay, Ino doesn’t buy it for so much as a second. Rather, she shoots a suspicious, accusatory glare in his direction and raises her voice at him.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, you-”
“I’m in love with you,” Shikamaru spits, the words tumbling out faster than his brain can process them.
“What?” Ino asks, eyes wide.
Shikamaru debates on trying to take it back- on trying to play it off and lie like he always has, but he knows it won’t work- not now, not after he’s already told her the truth. So, he decides to be honest.
“I said, I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time,” Shikamaru explains. “It’s been bothering me more lately, I guess. That’s why I’ve been acting off… And that’s also why I asked you to dinner tonight… So I could confess. Chouji wasn’t with his dad or anything, I just wanted it to be the two of us.”
“...Oh.”
“Oh?”
“It’s a lot to process!” Ino exclaims. “I didn’t think you were capable of feeling anything romantic like that!”
“Ouch,” Shikamaru says with a grimace. Right then, the waiter brings their drinks and meat platters to the table. “Thanks.”
Shikamaru sips on his water and ignores the plate of ribs he’s been given as well as the piping hot table grill that sits between him and Ino. She ignores the food for the time being as well- not that Shikamaru can blame her given the realization she’s just had about his feelings.
“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just, well-” Ino continues, seemingly flustered. Shikamaru’s heart skips a beat. “I love you, too.”
“You don’t have to lie to me, Ino. If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine,” Shikamaru sighs as he tries to put up the most casual act he can muster. In hindsight, he probably should’ve gone with ‘I like you’ instead of ‘I’m in love with you’ to avoid coming on as strong as he did. “We can just pretend this never happened and go back to being friends like we always were-”
“Don’t insult me by acting like I don’t know how I feel,” Ino insists. “I wouldn’t have said it if it weren’t true.”
Shikamaru glances up in disbelief, and to his surprise, finds no sign of dishonesty in Ino’s face. She meets his eyes and smiles at him.
“Oh.”
“So,” Ino starts as she places a piece of the skirt steak she ordered on the grill and watches it sizzle. Shikamaru mimics the action with his own food. “How long have you felt that way?”
“Uh, I dunno… It’s been a while though. You?”
“Couple years,” Ino shrugs, her cheeks dusted light red. “Sometime after Sasuke went rogue, I stopped and thought about everything… I really evaluated why I liked him in the first place. I mean, he was attractive, but I don’t think I liked him. I think I wanted to like him because everyone else did. And even if I did like him, what he did to Naruto and Sakura by leaving- and to the village- tainted that. He really hurt everyone, and that was after years of ignoring me. He didn’t owe me anything, sure, but he could’ve been nicer about it… And I didn’t like you back then either but a year or two passed and it sort of just… Hit one day. You may be a lazy bastard, but you’ve always tried your best to take care of Chouji and I- and everyone else- and there’s a lot that I’ve come to appreciate about you. I… I love you. I really do mean that.”
“Well, obviously I feel the same way, so…”
“You know, instead of doing all of this, you could’ve just asked me on a date,” Ino teases. “I would’ve said yes.”
“And how the hell was I supposed to know that?” Shikamaru sneers back. “It’s not like you made it obvious or anything.”
“And you did?”
“Chouji said I did.”
“He knew about all of this and didn’t tell me!? Oh, I am so going to get him when we spar tomorrow,” Ino huffs.
“Hey, if it makes you feel any better, he knew before I even told him,” Shikamaru points out. “Why don’t we eat, and then after this, we can go on a normal date? As in one that I’m actually being upfront about the purpose of?”
“Fine, but I get to pick the location this time,” Ino agrees with a large grin. “Why don’t we head to the shopping center up the street?”
At that, Shikamaru laughs and rolls his eyes.
“Sure thing, Ino.”
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Shikamaru leaps from the window without looking back, mind whirling with questions and possibilities in equal measure. Naruto, his Naruto, is the fourth hokage’s son.
Channeling chakra to his feet, Shikamaru smoothly touches down on the roof of another building without breaking stride. He doesn’t bother to stop at the faint exclamation of surprise from the window he just left, even if it did come from the Yamanaka clan head. Though why the man is surprised about his chakra control despite knowing his skill with the shadows is something he can consider when blood isn’t thrumming in ears like a second heartbeat.
Naruto, his mind repeats in a mantra. He has to find Naruto. To tell him about his past and maybe, just maybe, secure a spot in the golden haired boys future. At his side perhaps.
In what feels like an instant, Shikamaru finds himself inside an old apartment complex, more suited for demolition than living creatures, and speeds up a staircase filled with cracked wooden boards. He moves into the hallway at the top floor, the only one without a locked door separating the stairwell from the apartments, and comes to a stop outside the one at the end.
The door, he notes as rage swells in his chest again, is littered with kunai marks and faded insults that spoke more of desperate efforts to wash away than time. Just as he raises his hand to knock, a faint shuffle and the squeak of a window sounds through the door before all movement inside comes to a stop.
Lips curled into a frown, Shikamaru raps his knuckles on the door. “Naruto,” he calls out with a near desperate edge to his voice.
Silence.
“Shikamaru?” The battered old door opens slightly to reveal perfect blue eyes peering out of the crack hesitantly.
The sight makes something in the back of his mind settle, even as another part wells with anger. Those eyes shouldn’t have to be wary, not because of him or anyone else in Konoha. It’s the very least the son of the Fouth Hokage deserves. The very least Naruto deserves.
He didn’t even notice that he’d been staring until the door opened completely to reveal a concerned look on Naruto’s vulpine features and a sharp glint enter lovely eyes as he took in Shikamaru’s no doubt ruffled form.
But it’s neither of these things that make the air leave Shikamaru’s lungs for what must be the tenth time that day. Naruto…Naruto was wearing a sunset orange kimono with frayed edges and hemmed sleeves.
Looking up from the slight flare where the kimono is belted tightly around the other boy’s hips, Shikamaru watches as Naruto shifts uncomfortably for a moment before straightening from his defensive curl.
So beautiful, he thinks and for the first time in what feels like ages his thoughts are approaching coherent again.
Shaking his head slightly to clear those thoughts from his head, Shikamaru forces himself to come up with a way to tell naruto about his father delicately. It would do no good to beat around the bush, and of course he would have to avoid being too blunt. But how could he balance the two so that Naruto would take it well? Maybe he would-
“I know who your father was!”
…damnit.
Ahsjndnsn I believe it got eated (bear with me I have a headache)
Shika just blurting it out. Naruto is gaping at him, not entirely sure he heard him correctly (terrified what it means both if he did and did not. Hope was a fragile thing, spun glass more likely to blow up in his face just like everything else has, but…
Naruto has never been one to turn a way from even the slightest hint of warmth, of friendship, of everything Shikamaru was offering)
So he listens, and just like that, with a truth shared between the two of them in a rundown apartment in what passes for konoha’s slum, the world changes.
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@madatobiweek2022 DAY 6 - Secret Relationship/Undercover/Rice Wine
“This is very important Tobirama, you can’t offend anyone at this gathering. If all goes well, this could help streamline the building and migration to the Village.” Hashirama ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the stands as he stared intensely at Tobirama. “Even Madara, Tobi. I know you don’t get along but I can't afford you making him angry. Just, don’t argue. We can deal with any details behind closed doors afterwards, but just agree with him while we’re there. You’re only there as Heir anyway, Madara is a Clan Head, so I expect you to treat him like one.”
Tobirama’s mouth tightened, listening to his brother list off his expectations. He felt like a child again, standing in front of Butsuma and being told all the ways he didn’t measure up. He knew, alright? He wasn’t a complete social incompetent, no matter what Hashirama, and in turn the Elders, believed.
He struggled to pick up social cues and couldn’t follow all of the ‘unwritten rules’ that peppered social interactions. What was the point in small talk? If they had a reason to meet and talk, why not just get straight to the point? Then there was the flattering and compliments that everyone exchanged but no one ever meant, so why even bother.
He hated making eye contact, finding it uncomfortable and awkward, something encouraged by the clan and ongoing conflict with the Uchiha. Right up until it became ‘disrespectful’ and ‘insulting’, then suddenly everyone wanted him to make eye contact all the time.
(Even when he did make eye contact, it was still wrong. He was either ‘glaring’ or looking ‘too long’. When was he meant to stop?)
He would much prefer to leave this kind of thing to his brother, he had a much better understanding of people than he did, and people liked him more as well.
“I understand Anija, I’ll try my best, I swear.”
His brother didn’t look any more reassured with his words, stress lines still prominent around his eyes.
He sighed, “just, just don’t embarrass us too much Tobi, not tonight,” before turning and walking away.
Hurt coiled in his stomach but he pushed it away. Hashirama only wanted the best for them, that’s all, Tobirama was just an obstacle to that. All he had to do was get through tonight, then they could leave the rest of the social parts to his brother.
Tobirama had been here for less than 2 hours and it was already going wrong. Oh the first bit went well, Hashirama was with him and people paid more attention to his brother than himself. All he had to do was stand slightly behind him and look appropriately interested and respectful. Easy. But then Hashirama had gone to talk with the Ino-Shika-Cho trio and Tobirama had abruptly found himself alone with no buffer against the other attendees.
After several disasters of conversation, that Tobirama had been forcibly dragged into despite his best attempts, he fled to an unoccupied corner of the room. To his delight, the unoccupied space was not a corner, but rather the entry to an obscure side room that was, blessedly, empty.
The Gods were smiling on him as he slipped inside, revealing a low table, seats and, most importantly, a case of books that looked completely unfamiliar. Tobirama felt himself smile. Finding new reading material was always a delight. Selecting a book, he settled himself down at the table. Part of him wished he’d grabbed himself a cup of tea, but he refused to brave the main room in order to find one.
Cracking open the cover, Tobirama lost himself in the book, only to jerk back as a shadow fell across him, obscuring the open page.
Blinking, Tobirama raised his head and found himself looking up at one of the very people he’d been trying to avoid in the first place; Uchiha Madara.
Madara raised a brow at him, looking pointedly at the books piled at his side, “So this is where you’ve been hiding. I had wondered when I didn’t see you following Hashirama around like a shadow.”
He seemed to be waiting for an answer, but Tobirama didn’t know what to say.
‘Yes i’m hiding, please don’t tell Hashirama’
‘I’m staying out the way because i know i’m not welcome’
‘I’ve already hit my tolerance for socialising and if i go back out there I will insult someone, this time on purpose’
Better to say nothing at all.
Stepping forward, the Uchiha hummed before seating himself opposite him, clinking a bottle as he set it on the table.
“Drink with me.”
Tobirama frowned. He didn’t like drinking, could never grow a taste for wine like others in the clan did, even Hashirama. He preferred to avoid it all together and was going to refuse now as well. Except. He’d promised Anija, didn’t he?
‘ just agree with him while we’re there ’ Just agree.
So he nodded to the older man, taking the filled cup and raising it to his mouth. His nose wrinkled at the taste, throat closing up in disgust before he forced himself to swallow. The taste lingered on his tongue, and Tobirama wished desperately for a glass of water or tea to get rid of it.
“Hhm, have another.”
His head whipped around, staring at the Uchiha.
“Ah, Uchiha-Sama, I don’t normally drink. I’ll have to refu-”
Madara rapped his knuckles on the table, pushing the refilled cup back over to him.
“Drink.”
‘ just agree with him while we’re there ’
So Tobirama drank. And drank. And drank.
Everytime time he drained his cup, Madara was there to refill it. At first he would put the cup on the table, only for the Uchiha to slide it back, full once more. So he started to keep hold of it, cradling it in his hands. But Madara simply moved around the table, leaning over him to pour more wine into it.
Tobirama lost count of how much wine they drank, but he was certain Madara served him more than he did himself. He remembered the fifth cup, when he started keeping hold of it and then… nothing.
He didn’t know how long they’d been there when he came to again. His head felt fuzzy and the room seemed to swim in front of his eyes.
“Tobirama” Someone was saying his name.
“Tobirama” A hand fell on his shoulder and he jolted, listing to the side and falling into something hard.
“Oof-Wow, you weren’t lying. You really don’t drink, do you” The voice was close, breath tickling his ear. It sounded familiar…
“‘Dara?” Tobirama slurred his name, tongue thick and unwieldy in his mouth. There was a huff of breath, his hair ruffling with the force of it as an arm wrapped around his waist, holding him upright.
“Oh, so now you start to slur, but not when you’re speaking in depth about efficient filing systems and taxation laws, of course.”
The words flowed over him, not really registering as he felt the chest under his ear rumble with the words, the sound nice and soothing. He turned his face, rubbing his cheek against the other’s chest as he hummed.
“Right, let’s get you out of here, come on Tobirama, up you get.”
The arm around his waist tightened, pulling him up as he swayed on his feet. He stumbled forward, knocking into the table and nearly falling over a book laying on the floor.
“Oh for god sake…” Abruptly his whole body tilted, feet swept out from beneath him as he was hauled up, face full of black hair. He felt the other move, relaxing in his arms as he rested his head against his shoulder. His eyes felt heavy, with every blink a struggle to open again. He shut his eyes again.
Waking up was a nightmare that Tobirama wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy. His eyes were dry and filled with grit, while his mouth tasted like something died in it. The headache pounding in his skull was neither welcome nor wanted. All in all, he very much wanted to roll back over and go back to sleep.
Unfortunately, his dream shattered as his door was flung open, the loud-too-bright chakra telling him of Hashirama’s arrival.
“TOBI, TOBI WHAT DID YOU DO!”
The shout made his head throb, a large groan leaving his chest. Gods kill him.
“Anija, please” his voice was muffled as he begged from under the pillow, “not so loud.”
“Tobi, this is important! What did you say to Madara last night?” The question came out at a much more reasonable volume, so Tobirama deemed to lever himself out of bed to look at his brother.
“Madara? I don’t-I don’t remember talking to him Anija. He gave me a drink and then, I don't know, I think I fell asleep at some point?” The more he thought about it, the more anxious he got. He honestly didn’t remember anything after the first few cups of wine. Did he do something wrong? Had he offended the older Uchiha?
Hashirama burst out crying, flinging himself at the younger Senju and sobbing messily into his shoulder.
“You did so well, Tobira! He agreed with nearly everything and got the other clans to offer more help than we ever hoped for! He said you gave him convincing arguments for everything!”
Tobirama stared at the wall, letting his brother cling to him. He remembered none of that. Was that while he was drunk? Did he rant at Madara about village plans while he was drunk? And Madara let him?
He felt his brother pull back, wiping his face on his sleeve. He beamed at him, full of excitement.
“Madara wanted to talk to you today as well! Said he wanted to discuss ranking systems and how pay grades should affect their assignments!” Hashirama looked ecstatic as he spoke, fully on board with his brother and best friend getting along. Even if it was with bonding over village legislation.
Tobirama sighed, massaging his temples, “When did he want to see me, Anija?” If he had enough time, he could try and make himself at least somewhat presentable.
“Oh he’s already here Tobira. He’s waiting downstairs now!”
Tobirama stared at his brother’s earnest face, brain stalling as he tried to work through what he’d just heard.
Reaching over, Tobirama yanked his pillow back over, pressing it to his face to muffle his scream.
Just kill him now.
Standing in the kitchen, Madara heard the shouting from the bedroom he’d dumped the younger Senju in the night before. He grinned at the sound. No doubt Tobirama would be feeling the effects of the night before. He almost felt sorry.
Then again, the younger man was quite enthusiastic about explaining things in his inebriated state. Madara had learnt far more than he’d expected about the village planning. And he remembered far more than he expected, considering he’d been more than a bit distracted by Tobirama trying to sit in his lap while he talked.
He had really looked quite captivating while he had ranted, cheeks flushed with alcohol. Now he just needed to get Tobirama back in his lap, this time sober and fully conscious.
Challenge accepted.
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Hi tea! Tysm! Yes, a one-shot would be perfect!!! ShikaIno prompt: She knew he was alone, as she knew this would be their last time, in a few months they would start relationships that had nothing to do with each other, her knuckles meet wood and she waited with her heart on her throat. She believed that their duty would be their end but it turned out that destiny would be her new hope. She is pregnant and neither the village nor her duty would take it away from her.
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"You can't fight what is, Ino."
He sounds defeated. He's been in negotiations about this for months now. But now… he is resigned and he accepts his fate. He always does. He loves to just lie back and…
She watches him leave after their very last night together. He doesn’t understand what’s tucked in his vest pocket with his favorite red-tied kunai or three would lie, the ones she had braided and personally tied the handles of when they were twelve. Though she had to replace them again when they were fourteen… Fifteen… And Seventeen. He got really good at not needing those weapons replaced for a long time there. She’s glad this last batch is lasting longer too.
But she never wanted their eighteen birthday to come. Which is funny because Ino was all about birthdays and celebrating but have you ever thought of how much an animal in the zoo celebrates its birthday? No? Well, Ino felt a deep kin to those caged animals now.
For the most part, Konoha was great and it was their home. But it didn’t live alone out at sea. No, there were neighbouring countries and allies to be made! At the age of eighteen, certain shinobi and the rare civilian were sent across borders in goodwill and a show of family!
And how do you make a family of two different nations? Marriage, silly!
This custom was supposed to be an honour. To be chosen is to mean another country sees your worth, skill or even size! There’s no fighting about rare techniques and types when you had a chance last year to trade your Charizard for a Shiny Pikachu! Ooh!
Of course, Shikamaru was chosen. Ino knew he always would be. She had seen the interest and hypothetical territorial Suna flag that was spiked into Shikamaru when he was seen at their genin games and it was always destined that the year Ino and Shikamaru turn eighteen would be the year and alliance strengthening of Konoha and Suna. They all politely took turns with their yearly designated buddy. So fair! Let’s not mention a certain blonde that Ino didn’t like to think about either. Ino just knew that woman was a driving force behind it as well.
"Wish I was related to the Hokage too…"
She folded her arms and watched him go.
And this had never meant to be anything anyways. This relationship was supposed to be fun and games! They were young and good-looking! Maybe a little too curious about one another… Honestly, Ino wasn’t even sure of what had come over them. One moment they were friends on a hill, hanging out and the next afternoon or week later, she wasn’t sure anymore, they were a lot more.
Ino half blamed the sun for being too nice those days when she had just decided to climb into his lap and never leave.
If she closed her eyes, she could feel his hands lining a groove into her hips and thighs. He would chuckle and it would create tornadoes in the pit of her that made her yearn to drink his smile. He had never questioned what she was doing.
Nope! His eyes would just watch her carefully like an explosive tag that was thrown too close. But she doesn’t miss it. The flicker of his eyes to her mouth. She had savoured the moment, the intensity and the feeling of him growing uncomfortable before her. She giggled and pushed him further into the grass.
Their first kiss seemed so far and close all at once.
“Shika!”
She knows it’s a bad idea. It had already taken them thirty minutes to calm her tears when his roll call came closer. But she couldn't let him go without one last feel of his arms around her.
Especially when she knows her secret plan B may never work. The Hokage had promised her mother and her they would do all they could when the news broke but there was no guarantee that Suna still wouldn’t want the Nara heir, even with a bastard on the way or not…
The tainted goods effect would hopefully sour their favouritism for him. Either way, this was a risque idea and she had never thought it would come to this dirty of tactics.
But they were all ninjas by trade so…
“These three kunai signify more than just you and me now,” she whispers into his ear when they finally break free from a kiss that was all fire and hail. Anger and heat that neither of them could express.
She hopes she hasn’t just ruined the plan but she couldn’t let Shikamaru go without at least a hint of the political mess he would be walking into. His eyes hold hers and she tries to place an image of a swaddled newborn into her mind and hope her abilities would work a miracle in this moment if her words weren’t enough.
She doesn’t know either way. He presses a last, lingering sweet kiss to her brow before he phases away. His hands on her shoulders tighten before he is gone.
"Hmph. I probably am too troublesome,” she smirked, placing a comforting hand on her tummy.
A moment passed before Ino laughed at the ridiculousness of her life. “But don’t worry because if all else fails, Hokage said I get the first choice in a husband! So who do you want to be your new daddy if this plan fails horribly?”
An odd craving for ramen came.
“Huh… Naruto, really? I guess he does want to be Hokage one day… Hmm… How about…”
#tea writing#shikaino#inoshika#shikamaru x ino#ino x shikamaru#ino yamanaka#shikamaru nara#anon#anonymous#tumblr writing prompt
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Yago update. I decided to keep his old outfit too as I really like it, and story-wise it's not too weird, given his adoptive family wears more traditional clothing even outside work a lot.
More info below (incomplete cuz I need some more info from my friend):
He's the little brother of my friend @mad-hatter-rici's characters Shika and Uma, as well as an uncle to little Youko, Uma's daughter. He's probably one of the youngest of their massive sibling bunch, as he would be considered to be only 20-21 when translated to human years.
Name: Yago
Name translation: Dragonfly
Nicknames: Tsundere (Shizuka), strawberry uncle (Youko), babyfly (Shika, Uma, Youko), Kid, little fly, pipsqueak, brat (Kuromoya)
Age: 22 (considered age among his peers)
Height: 160 cm
Occupation: An assistant for Kouka in the family bathhouse
Family: Adoptive family the Murasakis, sisters Shika and Uma, niece Youko
Love Interest: Shizuka, the water spirit of the lake the bathhouse is on.
Friends: Ichirou & Hitomi (relatives of his adoptive family, so basically his cousins) Issui (The Kappa who works in the bathhouse as a janitor)
Powers:
He is speedy boi, one of the fastest characters of this entire story. he is also very stealthy thanks to his feline paws
Yago is very agile, able to climb up a hundred meter wall or tree in tens of seconds.
His snake tail Edamame can produce very potent poison, but Yago almost never utilizes it.
Edamame - like most Chimera tails - is technically a separate entity that acts as an attached familiar almost. They share a telepathic link and can communicate without words. Edamaame can also telepathically communicate with other Chimeras and their tails, as well as some select few people outside them, that Yago trusts the most. (Murasaki family members & Shizuka)
Yago does have a more beastly form, but he rarely uses it, given he can't typically control himself in that mode.
WEAKNESSES:
He has some intense trauma from the horrid childhood his abusive father gave him, often feeling the need to prove himself and fearing of failure so bad that sometimes he might have a panic attack over it.
He sometimes has nightmares over his past and tends to suffer from insomnia as a result, making him act quite grumpy often times due to lack of sleep.
He is frustrated by all this, because he does know his new family is much more supportive and understanding, but he still struggles to get past his father's shadow, and hates feeling weak. He can get very worked up over being called weak in fact, starting fights needlessly when someone does so.
PERSONALITY:
Yago is seemingly temperamental, kind of a grump who doesn't like it if people aren't doing their jobs properly. He is wary of new people and tends to hide away and avoid anybody he doesn't know at first. Beneath this prickly exterior is a very sensitive and kind young man, who wants nothing more but to be accepted for who he is, and to make his friends and family happy.
He struggles to express himself or be positive about himself due to his past trauma, making him quite socially awkward in a lot of situations. Still, he genuinely wants to connect with people, and once he's concluded you are a trustworthy person, he'll make a genuine attempt at communicating/connecting with a person even if its difficult for him.
The burn on his face came from the accident that made him lose his memory (it was a magic-fueled explosion) and it sometimes itches and hurts, making life a bit uncomfortable. (Because the injury was magical in origin, it couldn't be healed properly the same way injuries from more physical source could be.)
FUN FACTS:
Yago and Shizuka are the kind of people to go out on a date without realizing it is a date, because they're both kind of clueless like that
Yago is closest with Kuromoya out of the Murasakis, because he's essentially acting as the father-figure he never had, and needed. Kuromoya has also helped him strengthen himself, and use his strengths to his advantage properly.
Kuromoya also intimidates him the least, funnily enough, given he's usually seen as the scariest by others.
Yago's favorite food is edamame beans, typically with some soy sauce.
His tail snake communicates typically by using cards with drawings or words written on them, nobody knows where Edamame gets or stores them, not even Yago
Yago has a favorite tree to hide in in the bathhouse isle, and he tends to go up there to eat his food too
He has been home-schooled, mainly because he's was too wary about new people and the idea of going to proper school is terrifying to him even now, even if he won't admit it.
Yago finds his "uncle" Jurou/Alistair much scarier than any of his family members, because he can sense he's so much stronger than them. He does genuinely respect him though, and thinks he's a very good dad.
He's never met Harrow - Jurou's father - but from what he's heard he's figured the guy is VERY eccentric and it makes total sense why he's gotten along with Kiryo the best.
He does wear shoes even in modern looks, just tends to usually prefer having his paws out instead of human feet. Most of his modern shoes are sneakers, typically green, red, or pink.
He sometimes mimics Kuromoya with modern outfits and dresses similarly to him, often resulting in teasing from the said man/parental figure of his.
His earrings are from an old tradition in his family, and while he has awful memories about his father and living there, he still loves his siblings/niece and therefore wears them to honor the parts of his family he does like.
BG STORY: TBA
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Something woke him. In the dark cave in which the squad hid, sounds echoed, distorted, but it was unmistakable: the sound of hushed aggression. The sound of a scuffle, a scrape, of metal on stone. Chouji sat bolt upright and reached for a weapon.
...
They had been sent on a mission through the Land of Wind: Shikamaru, Chouji, Ino, and a local escort. The Lands of Fire and Wind were allies now, but the truce between the nations didn't always extend to individuals. Despite the efforts of the Kage, a number of missions had failed due to distrust between the Leaf and Sand nin. For this mission, the Kazekage's own sister, Temari, had been sent as their escort through the strange desert land in a gesture of good faith, but it had not been well received. The Ino-Shika-Cho trio had met her before, and not under friendly circumstances. Their leader, Shikamaru, in particular had reservations about her. But a mission was a mission. They would make the best of it, but no one was letting their guard down.
As they travelled, they were forced to follow Temari's knowledge of the area for their rest stops. The desert was dangerous, not only due to rogue shinobi and vicious locals, but due to the constant threat of sandstorm and disorienting navigation. Between the lack of water, fierce midday heat and brutal night time chill, getting lost meant death. So they followed their old enemy. They had to.
They had hoped to have made more ground on the second day's travel but luck had not been on their side. Temari lead them to the cave just as the storm rolled in. It was still early evening, but they had no choice. The place was on no map, making all three of the Leaf shinobi uncomfortable, but it would provide the protection they needed.
It was just big enough that the four of them should be able to sleep in the black depths of the cave, plus what had at one point been set up as a camping area near the front, with some old storage boxes and what must have once been a fire pit near the cave mouth. The nook had obviously been abandoned for some time. Chouji wasn't as sharp as his squad leader but even he couldn't miss the clues: the build up of sand half covering what was once an open entrance; the stale, cold air inside; the corpses left to rot where they sat.
They were little more than skeletons now: two of them, each on a flat stone on either side of a low table. Between them was a shogi board. One of the pieces had been advanced two squares forward. Perhaps the players had slept themselves to death, each waiting for the other to take their turn.
Shikamaru stared at the board, scratching the back of his neck. After a moment, he stooped to slide a pawn on the opposite side forward.
Their Suna guide raised her eyebrows. "You sure about that?"
Shikamaru glanced up at her and motioned to the board. "Be my guest."
Temari's grin turned feral. She kicked one of the corpses aside and settled in its place. Shikamaru moved the other out of his way with much more respect than his female counterpart and joined her on the other side of the board, his face showing the steel concentration that his squadmates knew well.
With little interest in shogi, Chouji and Ino set about making themselves comfortable for the evening. There was little point making a fire with so little ventilation when the storm was whipping outside, but they lit lamps to protect against the coming night and lay out uncomfortable sleeping blankets.
"Checkmate," Shikamaru announced, and Temari swore under her breath.
"Again?" he asked.
"Again," she answered.
Chouji set about warming some food for them all, not only in hunger but in an attempt to make the cave smell a little more like pork and salt and a little less like corpse. Ino was seeing to the remains but was having little luck finding any identification. She'd have asked for a protocol of what do when finding bodies in the desert like this had their guide not been so terrifying, or so engrossed in her game.
As the evening wore on, their squad leader and local guide didn't move from the board. But they had a busy few days ahead, especially as they would have to make up for ground lost to the storm, and there was nothing left to do but sleep. Chouji read by lamp light for a short time, before joining Ino under the blankets and trying to get some rest.
...
Something woke him. In the dark cave in which the squad hid, sounds echoed, distorted, but it was unmistakable: the sound of hushed aggression. The sound of a scuffle, a scrape, of metal on stone. Chouji sat bolt upright and reached for a weapon.
But he was stopped by Ino's hand on his chest. He looked to her and she put a finger to her lips before settling back down into her blanket and only then did Chouji realise what it was that had awoken him. Not the sounds of aggression. The sounds of intimacy. It seemed Shikamaru and Temari were finished playing games.
At first, the thought of them together seemed absurd. It wasn't rare for such things to happen between shinobi on missions: there was something about the uneasy anticipation of battle that fuelled an urge for the relief of closeness; a kind of helpless, hopeless freedom. Chouji knew the feeling himself, and knew Ino had too. But he had never known Shikamaru to give in to it. And more, the pair had barely said a word to each other the whole trip, aside from the odd snide remark and wrestle for verbal power.
His mind drifted and the cave grew quiet again, save for the restless wind outside. Chouji had nearly slipped back into a dream when he heard the low rumble of Shikamaru's voice.
"Again?" he asked.
"Again," she answered.
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Hello! I have a request how do you think the Naruto gang ( you may choose who!) reacts to their pup bringing or introducing a potential mate!?
(Hey, hey!! I've chosen some boys to write this for, enjoy! <3)
Naruto: He's so happy! His pup has someone to love and to love them! His family might be gaining a member soon!! He makes sure to take the evening off to meet them properly and he asks his mate to prepare a dinner at home so they can get to know his pup's soon to be mate. He absolutely brings up their wedding (even if they aren't engaged) and if he knows his pup wants their own pups, he'll bring that up too. Naruto makes things so awkward but he's smiling so genuinely the whole time that it's not too bad for the pup's mate.
Sasuke: Ultimately, it doesn't really matter who his pup's soon to be mate is, Sasuke will spend the whole meeting extremely uncomfortable and cold. Sasuke doesn't like having strangers in his home, and he doesn't like the idea that his pup might introduce a new family member. It took Sasuke a long time to be comfortable with his own alpha and pup, so this new stranger really makes him uncomfortable. Sasuke is very gullible when it comes to his own pup, so if his pup really likes their soon to be mate, Sasuke will probably trust them as long as there's no glaring red flags, but the soon to be mate with be sure that Sasuke hates them. He just spends the whole night silently eating and being cold lmao.
(On a side note, Sasuke is so gullible with his pup lmao. He's like if you want some dessert, you need to finish your homework and wash your hands. And then his pup is like, I finished my homework during lunch break and I just washed my hands 😇 And Sasuke is like, good child, have some dessert, you've earnt it, I raised you well 😌)
Shikamaru: He finds it so much fun to fuck with his pup's soon to be mate. He'll ask difficult questions, press them about useless things, kill the conversation completely at random moments to make the soon to be mate sweat. He's having the time of his life and how far it goes will depend on how long Shika's alpha and pup put up with it. Shikamaru will do this if he likes the soon to be mate. If he doesn't like them, this will be 10x worse. He's not too hard to impress though, as long as he thinks the soon to be mate treats his pup well and isn't suspicious or whatever.
Kakashi: I'm going to add him in in terms of how he reacts to Team 7 mating someone.
He's very happy when Naruto gets close to mating an alpha. Kakashi enjoys seeing Naruto so smiley, and goodness knows he deserves some happiness. But it does make Kakashi wonder briefly how Minato and Kushina would have loved to meet Naruto's mate.
Kakashi is surprised but actually very happy when Sasuke is about to mate. It makes Kakashi feel like Sasuke didn't end up like him, that Sasuke is going to have support and love and maybe he isn't broken beyond repair yet. It also makes for excellent material to wind Sasuke up with. Naruto just grins and starts waxing lyrical about his mate when Kakashi tries to tease him, but Sasuke gives the most hilarious reactions and it amuses Kakashi greatly.
He'll never forget Sasuke's face when Kakashi offered to lend him Icha Icha to teach him... ahem 'tricks' to use with his alpha.
Kakashi doesn't tease Sakura as much about her mate because she fiercely protective of them and she will try and beat Kakashi up, and he doesn't feel like dealing with that lmao. He trusts Sakura to pick a good mate but he is slightly curious about meeting them, because he wants to know what kind of person can handle the firecracker Sakura lmao.
With all of them, Kakashi just sort of nods and acknowledges the new mate but doesn't say much. He observes though. Just to make sure there isn't any hint that this new soon to be mate will hurt any of his precious students.
#ask#naruto#omegaverse#a/b/o#reader insert#alpha reader#kakashi#shikamaru#sasuke#hcs#headcanons#kakashi x reader#pups#sasuke x reader#naruto x reader#shikamaru x reader
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Another self-indulgent ShikaSaku drabble! 18+ only please!
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"Ready to go?"
Sakura jumps, slamming her book closed and shoving it cover down on the mattress.
"Yup," she says an octave too high.
Shikamaru quirks an eyebrow at the door, but only says, "Good." And makes his way towards the door.
His first thought is that the book was smut, and that's why she'd been embarrassed to have him see it.
His second, after seeing Kakashi at the team dinner, green Icha Icha book in hand, thought maybe it had even been that same series.
His third thought was that he had to find out, but in a subtle way, so that Sakura wouldn't find out he'd peaked at it. So Sakura wouldn't make a big deal out of it, which would be annoying. Then he'd subtly mention it later, with a reassurance that she didn't need to be embarrassed about anything around him. He didn't care if she read smut. They we're adults. Sex wasn't something to be embarrassed about. And she didn't need to be so secretive either. He didn't care if she had secrets. He didn't need to know every single thing that went on in her life. So all she had to say was she didn't want to discuss it and that was that. All the extra flusteredness was just unnecessary.
And then he forgot all about it. Team 7 dinners could do that to a man. They were chaotic and overflowing with outrageous stories, that Team. Hard to keep up with. And Shikamaru even now felt a little on edge around the last Uchiha. Not only for his history of betrayal, newly forgiven, but his history of hurting his Sakura. Even if it was petty, Shikamaru kept an arm slung over her chair to remind him just where she belonged now.
By the time he'd gotten home, he was thinking of other things entirely.
He knew it wasn't completely healthy to be so possessive, protective, but he wasn't a perfect man. When he got home, all Shikamaru wanted was to kiss every inch of Sakura's neck, to mark her with love bites and remind her of why he was her lover now. That he could take care of her every need, even if it was hard work.
So when he walked through the door, he'd lifted her into his arms, mouth sliding against hers, walked her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed.
"Ow!" She said, colliding with the hard cover of her forgotten book. She stiffened remembering what it was a moment before he did. The blush on her cheeks was adorable, Shika thought.
"Aren't you going to move it?" He asked from above her.
"It's fine." She said pulling at his neck for him to kiss her again.
"Sakura," he breathed, refusing to close the distance, "Whatever it is, you don't need to be embarrassed about it."
"I'm not," she insisted.
"Then why are you hiding it from me?"
Her face scrunched up, "I'm not hiding it." Then trying for a more sultry look, "I just really want to keep going."
He snorted a little, which wiped away the look completely.
"Just move the book so you're not uncomfortable the whole time. You don't have to show me, but as long as it's not 'how to poison your boyfriend' I don't really care what it is." Although, she probably wouldn't need a book for that.
Sakura's face went even more red, he hoped not from anger, but finally say said, "Fine." And let go of him to grab the book from under her.
He tried not to pay it much mind, but caught familiar tiles on the cover. "A shogi reference?"
"So," Sakura said defensively, throwing the book onto the night stand, more forcefully than he'd be treating it. "What of it? You said you wouldn't care so just forget it okay."
He smiled a slow smile. "You were studying for me? To beat me?"
Sakura crossed her arms, barely enough space between them to pull it off.
"Maybe." She looked away, "I'm just tired of losing all the time."
His laugh was deep, not at her expense, but out of an odd feeling of affection.
"Don't make fun of me," she warned, looking ready to get up and leave their business unfinished.
"I'm not," he says, brushing back some hair from her face and leaning down to kiss her uncooperative lips. "Its attractive. You're reading those 'boring old man books' for me." He used a phrase Ino had thrown at him countless times.
"They aren't so boring." She conceded, relaxing a bit back into the matress. "And it's not for you. It's for me. So I can kick your ass."
Shikamaru smirked again, enjoying the challenge.
"That's also pretty hot." He said in a lower tone, bringing his lips to hers again. This time she responded back.
"It's hot that I want to kick your ass?" She asks, teasing a little.
"No." He nipped at her lip back, "It's hot to see you try."
He was on his back before he could blink, Sakura straddling him, pining his arms to the mattress. The fire in her eyes lit him up inside. He'd be content to lay under her, be her prisoner for as long as she felt like.
"You want to take that back yet?" She offered graciously, the unspoke threat that she'd make him pay for it if he didn't shining playfully in her eyes.
Maybe he was a glutton for punishment after all, because he responded, "Not until you prove me wrong."
Her hands tightened on his wrists, the only warning before she kissed him against, ravaging his mouth with teeth and tongue. "You're going to wish you hadn't said that." She promised.
He knew he would. He knew she'd probably edge him within an inch of sanity tonight. Until he'd made a fool of himself begging after her. That she'd take this win, and go study more and more until she would actually best him at shogi too.
He knew he'd love ever second of it.
"We'll see." His tone heavy with sarcasm. He baited her with a bland expression, bordering on arrogance. The way her eyes flashed sent his blood rushing south. If she had any doubt he was enjoying their game, she'd definitely feel his response hard against now.
"Hmph," she kissed him once more, before crawling down his body, kissing just above the waistband of his pants. "We will."
Then she did exactly as Shikamaru predicted, teasing him with her hands, her mouth, her body until he begged her to finish him. So artfully did she drag him to the edge and back again, that when he finally lost his tight hold on his self control, when he had her pressed into the matress, finally snapping his hips against hers at whatever savage pace he wanted, he didn't think twice about answering her. His mind was completely focused on giving her whatever the hell she wanted so he could stay moving inside her until she cried out with release a second time, so he could come tumbling after her.
"Tell me I was right."
"You were right"
"Tell me you're sorry you doubted me."
He made a low sound that had Sakura's toes curling.
"Say it, Shika."
"Troublesome woman," Grumbled against her shoulders. He reached around to stroke her where they were connected. And she cried out pressing back into him. "I'm sorry I doubted you, you Troublesome. Determined," He accentuated each word with a hard thrust into her. "Brilliant. Sexy. Woman." She didn't say anything more, lost for words in the rolling waves of pleasure crashing into her. He lavished in it, her swearing into the pillow, clenching tight around him, moaning his name, he lavished as long as he could before emptying himself so hard his vision flashed white and it took almost a minute for him to come back to himself enough to remove himself from Sakura and roll off her onto the bed.
"Fuck," he murmured to himself, arm automatically coming around Sakura's shoulders as she cuddled into him. He could feel more than see her feline grin.
Yeah, yeah, she kicked his ass.
But it would be another few years before she kicked his ass over a shogi board. He didn't mind. He liked the challenge.
#shikasaku#drabble#shika likes competition#and his woman on top#sakura haruno#sakura#haruno sakura#shikamaru nara
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Prompt 19 for femreader and Shikamaru with some angst and fluff please!!
[Shikamaru Nara X Reader] Happy Anniversary
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Prompt: 19 — “Don't wait for me."
Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x fem!Reader
Note: Thank you for requesting, anon!!! I had a really fun time writing this one, definitely angsty and fluffy! I don't have anything else to say because the title speaks for itself! This is also the last Shikamaru request that I received, it's funny how all of them just flooded my inbox in the beginning lol :D So without further ado, please enjoy!
Today was your anniversary and you could not wait to celebrate it with your dear husband. You woke up quite early and went for a stroll through the market, the foods were better of quality earlier in the day. And you wanted today to be extra special since Shikamaru was winded in paperwork for the last few days already.
When you got back home, your husband was already in his work attire, about to leave your shared house. He stood by the doorframe and you got on your tiptoes, leaning in to give a peck on his lips, “Ha—” “Don’t wait for me.”
You froze on your spot when his words rang through your ears, trying your best to register the message. Feigning a smile, you fixed his top, “Have a great day, Shika!”
You just wanted to say, “Happy anniversary.”
He left and you were all by yourself again, absentmindedly working on your unfinished chores from yesterday’s night and several pending reports. It was hard to not think about the incident. After all, you just wanted to have a memorable time with your other half. You did not understand why you were unable to strangle the words past your lips earlier. You probably feared that he would not stay, or even worse—he did not remember your anniversary. You smiled to yourself, assuaging the disappointment that welled up in your chest—maybe it was better not to celebrate it after all.
Still, at the end of the day, you found yourself making his favorite dishes and wearing his favorite outfit. You even went as far as preparing a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine that reminded you of your first date—years ago. Everything was different now, you guessed. You sat alone at the dining table with different dishes elegantly displayed in front of your eyes, yet everything felt incomplete without the smile he usually wore and the warmth that laced within his deep ocean voice.
Watching the clock ticking, you grew undoubtedly solemn when its hands stroke nine. The foods were cold and the candles were long waned as you brought your knees up and hug them tight against your body, resting your chin atop. The dress that you had on was uncomfortable, now that you realized, but you were too unbothered to change into something more breathable. You were disappointed, but you basically had no reasons to be, he told you not to wait for him. Nevertheless, your stubborn nature refused, hoping that Shikamaru would come home to your little surprise, to you.
You had been staring at the cutleries for what felt like an eternity and accidently fell asleep in the rheumatic posture due to the overwhelming distress. Just when the creak of the front door opening pulled you out of unconsciousness, you fluttered your lashes and lifted your head. His figure moved lithely in the dim glow as he took off his shoes and approached the table. Shikamaru turned on the lights and your eyes squinted to adjust to the sudden brightness.
“Y/N?” He was surprised to see a table full of untouched foods and you sleeping in the wooden chair.
You immediately shifted in your seat, wincing at the stiff back your nap gave you, “Hey, Shika. The food-I’ll heat them up, give me five minutes!”
Standing up from such a position was difficult when your legs were numb for a long period of folding, trapped between the table and your torso. If it was not for Shikamaru to instantaneously catch your tripping body, you would have fallen onto the floor. You mumbled a “Thank you” into his chest and pushed yourself away from his warmth but his hands caught your wrists in perfect sync the moment you were about to step back.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, “I should’ve come back earlier. I didn’t know you would…”
“It’s alright, you have work—”
“Happy anniversary, beautiful!” Shikamaru stroke your back and held you closer as he reached into his pocket with the other hand, pulling out a silver necklace, “Look what I got you.”
You were on the verge of tears—this felt exactly like when he proposed to you—it felt unreal. He brought his hands behind you and clasped the silver jewelry around your neck, at the same time, placing a kiss on your lips, “I asked for a three days leave. Tell me, what do you want to do?”
“Really?” Your eyes glistened, “I want to—”
And your tummy decided to grumble in the middle of your sentence. Shikamaru bursted out a light laugh as he proceeded to take the plates back into your kitchen, “Looks like you want to eat first, honey.”
You grinned and followed his lead, decided to play along, “After that, you’ll have to give me a back massage because it’s cracking from slouching for so long waiting for you, Shika.”
“Alright, your wish is my command.”
That night, your house was filled with laughter and serenity of his voice—it was good to hold him dear again.
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Hi hun! Hope you’re doing well! Could a request a Shikamaru fic! I was thinking maybe it’s obvious to everyone that Shikamaru and Reader like each-other (except themselves of course). But a mission where they have to pretend to be a couple and they finally confess.
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Pretenders (Shikamaru x Reader)
A/N: another request. Im not super proud of this one, i really got stuck halfway through and i think that shows here. Thanks for requesting though, and hopefully you still enjoy. Trigger Warning for sexual assault.
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“So, you two set out on a mission tonight right?” Ino asked, leaning her cheek in her hand, nodding toward her two friends across the booth.
“Yep. Supposedly 3 weeks,” Y/N told her. “I won’t get to see you guys for so long.” The girl took a quick sip of her lemonade and sighed. It was a substantial amount of time. It’d been a while since she’d gone somewhere so intensive.
Shikamaru and Y/N had only a couple more hours before they were to be briefed on the details of otheir next mission and whisked away to a far away land for yet another tedious job. Y/N was perfectly fine with the premise of going on a 3 week mission, she’d been home too long and longed for some kind of adventure. She still wasn’t sure the caliber of the mission, nor did she even know where or what they were doing, but she was excited nonetheless.
Shikamaru, of course, wasn’t too fond of the entire idea. Yes, he was more than happy to find out his mission partner was Y/N L/N. Out of all the people he could have been paired with, she was most definitely the least annoying. He really felt like Kakashi had his back lately with missions, giving him ones that were semi decent, and sending him out with his friends. He was certainly grateful for the Hokage’s assignments.
Choji added from his spot near the wall, taking a second away from munching on his lunch. “It won’t be so bad. You guys have each other, after all. How could things get boring when you have your little girlfriend with you, Shikamaru, am I right?”
“Choji…” Shikamaru groaned, pressing his fingers to either side of his temples. These sorts of things borhered the hell out of him. The constant teasing from everyone, not just his teammates, but literally teachers, other squads, his mother, her grandmother. They weren’t dating. They never were dating.
Yet every person in this damned town was under the assumption there was something going on between them. Really, he was just trying to live his life.
Did he want to date her? Yes, a million times over, yes. She was literally perfect, he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else. But was Y/N at all interested? Definitely not. She was more oblivious than Naruto was with Hinata, and that’s saying a lot. She seemed to ignore everyone when they made jokes, she thought all his measly attempts at flirting were just normal conversation even when he treated Ino completely differently. She wasn’t a dumb girl either. She was smart in her own right.
That’s why he’d begun to think she was maybe avoiding his advances on purpose. That she didn’t like him and she was trying to let him down easy. It was stupid really, and he wished she would just come out with it already, tell him to his face that she just wanted to be friends. It was frustrating, to say the least, but he kept trying.
He could safely say he hadn’t felt this way for another girl in his entire life, and he wouldn’t give up that easily. He really just wanted other people to mind their business. That’s the reason he shot down all the jokes and comments from his friends. They didn’t need to know about his lovelife, that was personal.
Ino smirked, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder and letting a laugh leave her lips. “Come on, Choji. You know how Shika feels about you teasing him.”
“Fine. But you gotta admit it’s funny.”
They continued on with their conversation, Shikamaru groaning at their jokes and the other two laughing the entire time. That was how it usually went. Y/N just listened quietly, sipping away at her lemonade. Those two, his teammates, they always made jokes, it was normal. She was constantly labeled Shikamaru’s girlfriend, and each time he denied it. Over and over again. He didn’t let a single instance slide by.
That’s how she knew to avoid the subject. To keep her feelings to herself. There was no point in confessing to him when he was already so adamant at keeping their relationship out of other people’s mouths. She was a troublesome girl, anyone who thought he saw her as anything different was delusional.
So she kept quiet, just listening.
Each time someone joked, her stomach would turn and she would wait for him to say something, for him to admit they were right, for him to get flushed in the cheeks, for him to reach out and hold her hand and confess his feelings, and each time she was let down brutally. After enough times getting her heart broken, it was only inevitable she give up this false hope. There was no digging her way into his cold heart. He was so closed off, to get inside...it seemed like an impossible feat.
She wasn’t willing to fight for him anymore. It was tiring, and they never got anywhere.
After enough time, she stopped crying herself to sleep. She stopped talking about her crush with Hinata and Ino when the boys weren’t around. She still looked at him with all the love she had to give. He was the best man she knew, how could she not. She just stopped wishing for something that wasn’t going to happen. She stopped investing so much of her time and energy into a useless, pointless dream.
She was tired of running endlessly in circles, over and over again. All because of his dumbass.
Maybe with time, she could try and get over him. With time she could learn to like him the same way as all their other friends. It was always just the little things that would pull her back in every time. It was the walks home at night when she was tired, or she had too many drinks and he’d wrap his arm around her waist and hold her so tight to his side she could feel his heart beating. It was the times he’d lay beside her in the grass and run his fingers through her hair splayed out over the ground. It was the times he would hold her silently as she cried for her mother and father who’d died, and he would rub her back until she could breathe again.
Every single fucking time she got close, the moments she felt she might not be desperately in love with him anymore, he came right in and stole her heart again. It wasn’t his fault, he was just being a good friend, but God, did it hurt sometimes.
And it wasn’t Ino and Choji’s fault for talking about it. It was so fucking obvious she liked him. Y/N followed Shikamaru around like a lost puppy half the time, what else were they supposed to think? They were just wrong in their assumptions that she was anything more to Shikamaru himself. That the boy thought of her as anything more than a troublesome friend who was always needing help with something or another.
She drank the last bit of her drink and set down the glass. “We better be heading to the Hokage tower soon. It’s almost time, and he still has to debrief us and all, “ she told the boy at her right.
“Yeah. I’ll go get my bag from home first and we’ll meet up there?”
“Got it,” Y/N slid out of the booth and waved to her friends. “See you when we get back.”
“Bye, Y/N!” Ino called as the girl left the restaurant with her book bag over her shoulder. She sighed, sinking down into her seat and glaring over at the pineapple head across from them. “You gotta make your move on this mission, Shika. Stop being such a scaredy cat.”
“Listen, you guys don’t know anything about anything, okay? She doesn’t like me that way. She never has.”
“I never thought I’d have to say this, but you’re dumb, man,” Choji laughed. “She obviously likes you.”
“Yeah, yeah. All of you seem to think that but you don’t see how she is with me. We are purely friends. That’s it.”
“Whatever, man,” he waved off the boy’s stern reply and added, “ Have fun on your trip with Y/N. Hope you get lucky.” Those words caused Shikamaru to heat up from his neck to the tips of his ears and he promptly slid out from his seat, straightening his vest as he did so to try and calm himself. That was unnecessary of his friend to say, for sure.
He turned to them once more and nodded his head. “See you around.”
“See you!”
Now all he needed to do was get his things together and meet up with the girl of his dreams for their weeks long mission. Fun times. Especially now that his friends made him annoyed and frustrated with the entire situation again. He’d have to calm down before seeing her soon.
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“We’re doing what?” Y/N asked, staring down at their Hokage in disbelief. He’d been detailing their mission and everything seemed normal so far, infiltrating and learning information about a budding coup in a far away nation just on the edge of the Land of Earth and The Land of Wind. It seemed easy enough at first, but then he kept going.
Kakashi sighed. “I said, you two are to be disguised as a princess and her consort from the Land of Sunflowers. The leaders of this land are expecting these royal visitors and you will be taking their place.”
“So, like, he’s gonna be my husband?” she asked for clarification again. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand his words, it was that she didn’t want to believe them. This was her worst nightmare. They would have to pretend to be in a relationship? Shikamaru was going to hate this more than anything and it would be uncomfortable the entire time.
Why did Kakashi have to pick them two, of all his shinobi? Why?
“Yes. That won’t be a problem for two close friends such as yourselves. After all, that’s why I picked you. You have some kind of dynamic going I feel your targets will find believable.” Shikamaru cursed the heavens. Even the fucking Hokage thought they were involved. This was ridiculous. Now this long ass mission he was already dreading was made ten times worse with this awkward situation. “We’re not gonna have a problem, are we?”
It would be okay though. He just had to take a few deep breaths. That’s all.
“No, sir, of course not. I’m ready for anything you throw at me,” she declared, straightening her back and letting the heat fade from her cheeks. She was embarrassed, obviously, but she couldn’t let the Hokage know. It was easier talking to Kakashi though, much easier than Tsunade. Kakashi watched them grow up, he knew them personally from helping them train. That didn’t mean she couldn’t be flustered.
“You’ll take those bags with you. They have some more suitable clothing for royalty. Put them on when you get close to the village. Throw out any indicators you’re from the Leaf as well.”
“Okay.”
“You’re dismissed. Leave as soon as possible,” the gray haired shinobi told them. She nodded and threw the bag over her shoulder, tossing the other one over to Shikmaru who caught it and slung it onto his back. He definitely wasn’t happy about any of this, but maybe it was a sign.
Ino and Choji told him to confess his feelings to her on this mission. Kakashi just told them they would be pretending to be a married couple. As he watched her walking in front of him down the Tower stairs, her head just barely dipped as she absorbed all the information running through her mind, he wondered if maybe this was his opportunity. A make or break type scenario. He had three weeks to figure out how to tell her how he felt in a more direct way than he’d tried before.
He worked out all the scenarios and their outcomes in his head millions of times and every time they ended in disaster. For someone so great at strategy, he sure did struggle with this one.
“So, I guess we’re married now. Should we start kissing or something?” she asked awkwardly as they reached the bottom of the stairs, shifting back and forth from her toes to her heels. He stopped, more like froze, in his path and stared at her.
“Now you're just making it weird,” he replied. “We aren’t even there yet.”
“I know, I was kidding. Trying to lighten the mood, you know,” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. Of course he would reply like that. He didn’t like her at all, he couldn’t even take a fucking joke. Had to get all upset over it like a baby, all because he was so set on never dating her ever, never even entertaining the thought. She rolled her eyes, “You don’t have to be so rude about it, geez.”
She kept walking before he could reply. He had a feeling this trip was going to be a lot worse than anyone had anticipated. He was nervous, grumpy, and preparing for the worst. In fact, what he really wanted was a nice long nap.
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The dresses that Kakashi packed for her were...extravagant to say the least. They flowed all the way down to her ankles, thick heavy hoop skirts embroidered from head to toe with symbols of the land of sunflowers. She felt strange with her shoulders exposed and her body on display in these outfits which were so unlike the pants and t-shirts she wore when she was back at home or on a normal mission. She wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and sighed, feeling at least a little covered.
Shikamaru had nice clothes, but they were nothing in comparison to her wild dresses and all the bright colors of the fabric. He looked semi-normal. She was jealous, admittedly, that he still got to wear pants and shirts. He said she looked good in the dress, he actually told her about a dozen times, reassuring over and over again that she looked fine, but she didn’t believe him. She wasn’t dainty, how could she look beautiful when she clearly didn't belong in something so delicate?
Still, when they walked up to the gates of the Land of Shadows, they were greeted like the royalty they pretended to be. They were swept away to the main castle to meet with the King and his wife. It was nearly dinner time, and they were to eat with them as a greeting. It made sense, but Y/N felt herself growing more nervous with the second. She didn’t know the first thing about being a princess, or acting like a monarch. All she knew was fighting and joking with her friends.
Not only that, but how could she convince them that she and Shikamaru were in a relationship? Y/N wasn’t sure they possessed the right dynamic and even if they tried, it would be obvious they were uncomfortable with each other. It was all making her heart race, and she had to take a few deep breaths as they entered the dining room.
But her companion...he knew what he was doing. He was going to put on quite the show, take advantage of the situation. If this week and a half was his only chance to hold Y/N in his heart, than he wouldn't let any opportunities slip by.
Without warning, she found that Shikamaru had reached over and wrapped her hand up in his bigger one, clutching at her shaking fingers. He was so steady, she found herself sinking into his touch. It was comforting, more so than she thought it could be, given the circumstances. His skin was just so warm and soft against hers, it was only natural she felt safer.
“Ah, Princess Ayaka, Duke Hisashi. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” a man called from his place at the table. His wife was sitting beside him, her soft smile only reaching her lips not nearing her eyes. Y/N caught that immediately. Her distance. Silently, she took note of that as the King approached them, extending his arms for an embrace.
“It’s an honor to meet you, your highness,” Shikamaru replied with a smile, an obvious fake one, but damn was he good. She watched as he hugged the man so earnestly, as if he’d sunken right into the role of consort without an issue. She’d have to ask him tonight how he was so good at acting.
“And your beautiful wife,” he extended his hand to the girl and she raised it hesitantly, receiving a soft kiss to the back of her palm. “Come take a seat. Dinner will be served soon.”
The pair took their seats beside each other on the opposite side of the table, Y/N directly across from the Queen, who looked up at her for merely a moment only to sigh and go back to fiddling with the curve of her wine glass. "Your highness," Y/N hummed to the woman who nodded.
"Oh what a dream, to be young and in love," she said. "I remember the days."
"Please dear! To me, you will always be my beautiful young wife! We share a love to last a lifetime," the king cheered, placing his hand over that of his wife's as he took his seat at the table. "I apologize for her gloom. She's been going through a rough patch. We are more than overjoyed to have you here."
"It's fine. We all have our bad days," the girl replied softly.
After a few minutes of small talk, just dipping their feet into the conversation, a couple servants brought out plates of food and wine bottles full of vintage drink truly meant for the highest of royalty. Compared to the plain sake she had drank at home, this was liquid gold dripping down her throat. Shikamaru sent her a warning look. Y/N was known to be quite the lightweight, and even a couple glasses of wine could send her into a tipsy stupor. He really knew her too well, so hyperaware of the things she did.
"So, how did you two meet?" their host asked, taking a moment away from the chicken in front of him. "It's said that you married for love, not arrangement. That's true?"
Y/N and Shikamaru hadn't been versed very well on the details, just on the basics. Her heart beat increased, stress building up. Her lies would have to be good.
"Yes. You've heard right. He was my friend before anything else. We met as children." That much she knew for sure after reading the mission summary.
"Oh wow. Childhood lovers. Very sweet," the queen sighed, resting her cheek in her palm.
Y/N would be lying if she didn't feel a bit of similarities between her own story and that of the real princess she was pretending to be. Shikamaru and Y/N grew up together, for as long as she could remember. She started to love him before she even really knew what love was. It only made sense she pretended to be a princess in the same situation.
And when he held her hand again, this time under the table, his thumb brushing over her knuckles so softly she thought she might melt. Her cheeks began to heat up under his touch and she smiled. It was so nice holding his hand, pretending to care about each other this way. Not that she needed to pretend.
Dinner droned on, and she continued to hold his hand the entire time, besides when they were spooning at their food. For once on a mission, it felt like they were completely at peace. Of course, they were both supposed to be analyzing the movements of everyone around them to make sure no one was planning a coup like Kakashi told them. But she couldn’t held but cherish the moments of calmness and warmth between everyone.
The King and his wife were genuinely some of the kindest people she’d ever met, whether they were just acting that way or not. It was a pleasure to have dinner with them, talking and laughing like an uncle would with his nieces and nephews. It had that same energy, talking to him.
“Hisashi, you wouldn’t mind accompanying me to my library? I have some books I think you might enjoy,” the man said, standing from the table. The rest of them slid out of their chairs after him, and she had to brush down her skirts to make sure everything was in line. It was tedious, wearing these outfits without any prior warning. She felt like a clown. The Queen was so effortless in her movements, how could she not feel stupid standing beside someone so regal?
“That sounds great, your majesty-”
“Not necessary. Call me Shoto, that’s my name after all, and you are an honored guest,” he laughed. He reached over and gave his wife a gentle kiss on the cheek before turning on his heel and heading toward the door. She really expected Shikamaru to just leave with just a simple goodbye, or a “I’ll see you tonight” kind of thing.
Definitely not this.
He was gonna go all out this time around.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered, just loud enough for only her to hear, over her shoulder into her ear. When his warm breath hit her skin, shivers ran up and down her spine. Her eyes widened and she turned to stare up at him, cursing herself when she felt heat rise up in her cheeks and burn the tips of her ears. Was he serious, or just teasing her? He always liked to crack jokes like that.
But when she felt his rough hand pressed to her cheek, lifting her face ever so carefully to meet his, she knew he wasn’t messing around. His eyes met hers for a split second, and she could have sworn he winked down at her before pressing his lips to hers.
Honestly, she thought she might have a heart attack right there in the dining room. Shikamaru was kissing her. It felt even better than she dreamed it would. Chapped lips running against hers, heat pooling in her stomach, heart pounding in her chest.
As soon as it started, though, the kiss was over, and he took a step back. "See you tonight, Princess."
She was keen on catching the smirk on his lips, and the way he laughed to himself as he walked out of the room with the King before him.
Y/N stood there silently, her fingers pressed to her lips, breath caught in her throat. The boy she’d wanted for so long just kissed her like it was nothing, and she was left all alone to deal with this predicament, all the feelings that came rushing in after. All she knew for sure, whether he was serious or not, was that she really, seriously liked him. She liked him a lot more than she thought.
And now they had a whole week and a half of fake kisses and hand holding to endure. Jeez.
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“You know, you’re nothing like the other princesses I’ve met,” the guard said to her as she waited for Shikamaru to show up. He was still out with the King practicing archery. Apparently that was a hobby a lot of these rich country men had. So far, she wasn’t suspecting a thing out of the King or any of his closest acquaintances. They were nice as could be and seemed sincere in their intentions toward the village alliances. She had no reason to suspect them, and was beginning to think a coup was just as Kakashi thought, a mere rumor.
That made things a lot easier.
She sighed, tapping her fingers on her wrist. She wasn’t a fan of having a guard watching her every second of the day, especially not the talkative ones. This one was strange. He gave off this energy she couldn’t describe as anything other than creepy.
“Yeah? That’s nice,” she muttered.
“It’s just, usually princesses are pompous, full of themselves, spoiled women. You aren’t the same,” he continued, even if it was obvious she wanted him to shut up and go about his business while she did hers. She felt uncomfortable being alone in this land, without any of her weapons or the ability to fight back if someone was acting sketchy. She was forced to sit by like some little, ditsy princess just watching and observing.
Honestly, though, Shikamaru was probably having a great time. All he had to do was eat with the royalty, play board games, shoot some arrows, and then go to sleep. There was no extensive fighting or thinking going on, just sitting around observing and waiting for something suspicious to happen.
The queen would normally hang out with the female guests but thanks to her bouts of depression she stayed in her room, leaving Y/N completely at the mercy of time. So much time passed, and she was bored of it.
“I’m honestly just another princess. You’d be surprised though. Many princesses are just as modest as I am, it’s not all that uncommon,” she commented, taking a peek over at the man, only to quickly look away. He had quite the hungry look on his face, and if her eyes hadn’t deceived her, his own were trained right on her breasts. Damn these dresses.
Y/N wrapped her arms across her chest and slumped down, trying to hide herself from this weird man watching over her. Only, it seemed impossible. He was so much taller, could just look over her shoulder. She couldn’t run away and raise suspicion. She had to sit here and wait for someone else to break the tension.
She was scared.
“I meant that as a compliment. You say thank you when someone compliments you, yeah?” he mumbled, a firm hand reaching out to snatch her wrist. It hurt, his grip on her arm, and she winced at the feeling. “Say thank you.”
She bit her lip and refused to meet his eyes, instead focusing on his hands. If she needed to, she would defend herself but only to a small extent. She couldn’t blow her cover just because some guard was manhandling her. Take a deep breath, Y/N. It’s gonna be okay. Just calm down.
“T-Thank you,” she gulped, hoping he would drop her wrist. But he didn’t. He only held on tighter.
He smiled, yellow teeth showing through his thin lips. “See, you are a good girl, aren’t you?” he questioned, and she felt his other hand run up her waist. All she could do was whimper, shivers running up her spine and any skin this man laid his hands on. The only hope she had was that another guard come walking around and see them.
It was unlikely, but she prayed for a savior to make their appearance.
His hand worked its way down to her ass, and she felt him squeeze. Vomit rose up in her throat and she squirmed away, pressing herself against the wall as tight as she could so his hands had nowhere to go. Instead, he took to fondling her breasts in his hands. She could only bite her lips and feel the tears bubble up in her eyes as he pushed down the fabric of her top and pressed his filthy palms against her skin.
“What the fuck?” a voice cursed from behind them. The guard was torn off of her form and she brought up her hands to cover herself, tears still dripping thickly from her eyes as she cried, little breathy sobs leaving her lips. Shikamaru stood there, hands shaking at his sides as he glared over at the guard. “What’s going on here?” he demanded. Y/N watched as her friend turned red in the face, burning up with an anger she rarely saw from him, if ever.
“You tell me, your highness. Your wife seduced me!” the guard cried, clearly lying to cover himself and his sins.
The eyes of all three men, the guard, Shikamaru, and the King standing near the footwell of the stairs, turned to her. She just cried harder, shaking like a leaf in front of everyone. “He grabbed me and started to touch me, and-and I couldn’t do anything,” Y/N told them all through her pained cries.
The King marched up the steps and grabbed his guard by the arm, yanking him toward the doorway to enter the castle. He appeared worn from his workout, tired and sweaty, but he was awake enough to realize the severity of the situation. He bowed low to Y/N and her companion.
His apology ran thick from his mustached lips, “This is unacceptable. Honored guests, I apologize for everything that’s happened. I will take care of this, I assure you. Please, don’t hesitate to ask for anything you need tonight.” Shikamaru nodded, and they watched as the pair of men walked into the castle, no doubt to find another guard to incarcerate the guard in question.
Shikamaru turned to her and winced, seeing her dress pushed down below her breasts and the tremors running through her hands desperate to cover them. He watched as hot, heavy tears ran thick down her cheeks and her lips quivered and shook with fear and trauma. Gently, he moved her hands to the side and brought her dress back up to cover her chest. He worked carefully, making sure not to startle her or make things worse.
The woman sunk into his touch, leaning her head against his shoulder and sobbing. “It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. You’re safe now.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tugged her close to his chest, pressing a soft, gentle hand to the back of her head to stroke her hair. “I’m so sorry. I won’t leave you alone again, okay?”
“Shika, “ she whimpered, “I’ve never felt so helpless in my entire life. I couldn’t do anything to defend myself and there was no one else around to help me. I-I didn’t know what to do.”
“I know. You must have been so scared,” he whispered. She just nodded against his shoulder, crying deeper into his chest. He hugged her tighter and swore to himself, even if he couldn't make it happen, that he would protect her. This kind of thing would never happen to her again if he had any say at all. “I promise this won’t happen again.”
"I've just never been in that position before. I always have the upper hand. It was awful. I was so scared and I wanted to cry for you to come help me but I didn't know where you were."
"God, I'm sorry," he mumbled, hugging her tighter in a desperate attempt to calm her shaking. He just wanted for her to be better, even if he knew that wasn't an option right now.
He felt so hopeless, knowing the only thing he could do was promise, to say things without any actual basis behind them. He was just whispering words to the wind hoping they would stick and he was right. He cursed himself for not being there in the first place to protect her, to make sure something like this never happened in the first place. He really was useless when she needed him the most.
He wouldn’t even argue if she said she wanted to go home, if she never wanted to see him again. He let her down. For the first time ever, he let her down in the most terrible, awful way he could think of. And now she was crying and he didn’t know how to make it better. He was really trash.
For now, all he could do though was hug her and promise her the world, all these things that might make her feel safe and comfortable, make her feel less alone and scared. It was the least he could do.
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Finally, after a long evening of socializing and another huge dinner literally fit for a king, Y/N found herself stripping off her gowns and heavy undergarments, switching into something much lighter and comfortable for the night.
She was tired from the day. From being left alone for the good part of the morning just sitting in the sun waiting around. She was tired from the assault on her body by the guard whom was supposedly in jail right now for his actions. She was tired from all the crying and the shaking. She was just tired.
Shikamaru was out, finishing up drinks with the King and some of his subordinates for the time being, so she sunk down into the mattress near the far wall, curling up under the down covers and pulling a book from the table beside her. Anything to ease her mind for a while. She felt safe being alone in the confides of the bedroom, knowing that her friend was right down the hall if she needed him.
She scanned the pages of the novel quietly, humming each time she turned a page, leaning on her elbow so the pages would be illuminated in the candlelight.
After about an hour, the door slid open and her companion entered, shutting the door silently behind him. "You aren't asleep? I expected you to be after such a long day."
"I'm tired, but I'm not in the mood for sleep yet," she shrugged, still skimming through the pages of her novel. "Did you have fun?"
"Nah. It's such a drag having to hang out with that old man. He's nice but he never stops talking." He took off his coats and tossed them onto a chair, kicking off his heavy boots and thick socks. "Annoying, having to wear all this fancy shit too."
"Trust me, I know." She shifted over in the bed so he had more space to lay himself down, kicking out his legs and crossing his ankles. "Do you know what's on the agenda for tomorrow?"
He nodded, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side to peek at her face. His eyes slid down to the novel turned over in her hands and smirked, "Yeah. You've got book club. Have fun with that." She tossed her book back on the table beside her and instead curled further into the blankets.
His eyes caught hers and he smiled, one of those undeniably handsome intoxicating smiles she loved so deeply. "You know, you look kinda cute like that."
"Huh?"
He shrugged, "All curled up under the blankets like a little baby. It's cute. I'm just calling it how I see it."
If she wasn't flustered before, she definitely was now. He was undeniably making her feel some sort of way, and she was loving the attention. He was being so bold, so unlike him. She questioned what had compelled him to act like this, to say such things. They weren't in character anymore, it wasn't like he had to say these things.
"Thanks, Shika." She felt dumb but what was she supposed to say? She was overwhelmed. "But we're alone now. You don't have to act all lovey-dovey."
He crossed his arms beneath his head and sighed, eyes gazing up at the canopy. He mumbled, just loud enough to reach her ears, “When this is all over, I’m gonna miss you being my princess.” She peered over at him in the candlelit room, making out his faint silhouette in the darkness. Her heart fluttered in her chest at his sweet words. She never imagined in a million years Shikamaru would say these things to her, and now that it was happening she didn’t know how to react.
She dreamed of this moment for a while now. The thoughts of Shikamaru confessing his feelings and then her falling into his arms dramatically. It was a fantasy of hers, a guilty pleasure. Far too dramatic to ever be a reality.
That's why she was too shocked to meet his eyes. His princess. Those words made her woozy.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're not stupid. You know what I'm talking about," he said calmly.
"You don't want things to go back to normal?" Y/N asked, hesitant. She felt nervous, diving into these waters. Each words felt like it held so much weight. It was a puzzle, just finding the right thing to say, how to reply to his statement. "Just friends, like before?"
"Is that what you want?"
And when she really thought about it, he was right. She didn't want to go back to normal. She wanted to continue holding his hand, kissing his cheek and his lips, loving each other with their words and their gazes and all the little touches. She wanted all of this to last and as the mission came to a close, she found herself worrying for the future empty of all those things.
She shook her head, just barely able to bring her eyes up to meet his. He looked bored, but she knew he cared. He cared a lot, actually. "I-I think I'd like if we could stay like this."
"Falling in love with you, Y/N, was one of the easiest things I've ever done. Finding the right time to tell you, that's been troublesome," he confessed, blowing a stray piece of hair from his eyes. "You never seemed emotionally available, really."
"I always was. I was always waiting for you, Shikamaru. Ever since we were just teenagers, I've been waiting for you," she told him, letting her heart finally come out with her words. "I just thought you wanted to be friends. Before this mission, I had completely given up on being with you, but then everything seemed to fall into place on this trip."
"When Kakashi told us we would be married for this mission, I have to admit, I got excited." He rolled onto his side to face her. She was still curled up in her blanket, and he felt like he was melting. The most beautiful woman in the entire world right in front of him, his heart playing right into her hands. He was okay with that. He was okay with this girl having his entire soul if that meant he would see that smile and those eyes peering up at him.
He wasn't a romantic man. Far from it. But she brought out a side of him he'd only heard about from love struck novelists, such kinds Kakashi sensei would read.
"I just knew I'd have to shoot my shot with you," he finished, sending a wink her way. She truly was swoon, like putty in his hands. Her words came faster than she could think to stop them.
"Shikamaru, I think I love you. When you kissed me for the first time, I knew it was true. All these feelings for the past few years weren’t in vain. I love you."
"The feeling is mutual."
The girl crawled out from under the blankets and over to him on the other side of the mattress. Her arms wound around his neck and as best she could, she curled into his chest. Her ear pressed to his heart, beating loud and constant in her mind. He was more than happy to let her cuddle up to him, in fact, he relished in the feeling.
This is what he'd been missing out on all this time. The hugs. The cuddles. The looks in the dark full of love and longing. It was nice, to lay there with someone he knew for sure, without any doubt, loved him to the moon and back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tighter to his tired form, letting her sink further into his touch.
Kakashi knew what he was doing sending them. Two lovers with a mask over their emotions, straight into a game full of dancing around their feelings and pretending to be something they always wanted to be. Everything played out perfectly, a happy ending for a couple of worthy shinobi.
He was happy. That's all he could ask for.
#shikamaru x reader#shikamaru x y/n#naruto x reader#naruto imagines#shikamaru nara#shikamaru imagine#shikamaru one shot#naruto oneshot#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto imagine#i HATE this one omg#fuck this story i struggled so badly#sorry requester but i couldn't vibe with this but i did my best hope you still like#my shitty writing omg#read my kakashi fics for something good lmao
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Shikatema are always going to be my OTP. I think Shikamaru has truckloads of smooth beast™ potential/energy. And, Temari is a raging goddess who will only let Shikamaru tame her.
Set in post-Shippuden and pre-Boruto-verse.
Clearly, I really really dig intimacy, small underrated gestures, and a lot of eye contact during sex and that's kinda what made me write this one.
Anime: Naruto Shippuden
Characters: Nara Shikamaru x Temari
Genre: angst, fluff, flirting, smut, fingering, raw sex, explicit sexual content 🥵
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,013
Synopsis: Temari wants to learn Shogi.
Minors, dni, otherwise 10 years of bad luck.
Temari and Shikamaru had their backs against the wall of the Hokage's compound. They'd just come out of a meeting and Shikamaru wanted to smoke before they went out for lunch.
Who was he kidding. It wasn't so much about itching for a cigarette than it was about calming himself down. When it came to Temari, he could hardly think straight. He wanted to pull her into a kiss every time she said a simple hi. Her lips were hypnotising, like two soft clouds that were finally in his reach. Even the way she moved made his breath falter. The conviction with which she spoke made him want to slide his fingers inside her till she was babbling nonsense, till the only thing she said with that much conviction was his name. The bravery with which she fought made him want to kiss her toes, calves, knees; the devotee in him on full display under her. He wanted to feel the flesh of her hips in his palms. He wanted to feel her breath on his chest. He wanted -
"Ne, Shikamaru, why do you like Shogi so much?"
Shikamaru snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Temari dumbly before answering.
"Uh.. yeah..no, I just enjoy it a lot."
"You're always making reference to Shogi pieces and moves in strategy meetings."
"Hmm." He flicked his cigarette. "Let's go."
"What are you doing after lunch?"
"Nothing, just going to go back home and rest."
"Will you teach me Shogi?"
Shikamaru looked at Temari and sucked in air through his teeth. His mind was back to picturing her on his bed. It was back to undressing her, licking the smooth flesh of her neck, biting her cherry-seed nipples.
"Oi? I'm asking you something, Shikamaru? Where's your mind today?"
"Oh, we can play, sure." Shikamaru had an absolutely unreadable expression on his face. Temari looked at him funny and then pulled out the board game.
"Let's play now."
"Uhh.. you've been carrying this around? Tsk, mendukse."
"Please, I really want to learn how to play."
After a pause, she mumbled, "I think the kids at the orphanage will enjoy the game."
"What orphanage?" Shikamaru frowned.
"Nothing, I spend time with the kids at the orphanage back home. I play with them and teach them basic taijutsu and ninjutsu for self-defence. But, we're quickly running out of things to do. So, I thought Shogi would be a nice addition."
"Hmm. Let's go eat first."
They rounded up to a local teppenyaki. Shikamaru was eerily quiet at lunch. Temari felt uncomfortable but the food was so delicious that she let the discomfort go. She ate up quickly and waited for Shikamaru to finish, eager to learn Shogi. Every now and then she noticed him looking at her intently. She wiped her face frequently, thinking she may have something on her face.
She noticed how meticulously Shikamaru ate. He wrapped his long and lean fingers around the food delicately, almost as if he was making love to each and every bite. Temari felt a warmth spreading in her belly when Shikamaru lightly licked his fore-finger, middle-finger, and thumb once he was done. His thin, moist tongue darted out and his lips made the soft sound of a kiss as he took his fingers out of his mouth. His eyes didn't leave hers.
Temari realised a bit too late, her lips parted and eyes glistening, that he was aware of her gaze following his fingers. He had a lopsided grin plastered on his face and it infuriated Temari. She got up abruptly and excused herself to go the washroom.
Shikamaru wasn't blind to the affect he had on Temari. His lack of action was more about him not being able to figure out his feelings for her. He'd seen the way an apricot-blush rose to her cheeks whenever he did or said anything mildly suggestive.
He'd heard her low gasps and breathy sighs everytime he brushed against her accidentally. The way her body tensed against his sent him into a frenzy. He loved the way she softened around him when they were alone but hardened when they were with others. And honestly, he'd caught her looking at his lips way too many times. He knew she hated the smile he gave her in such moments. She fumed and her ears moved from the stress in her jaw as she clenched her teeth.
When Temari returned, the bill had been paid and Shikamaru was waiting for her outside.
"Let's go and teach you Shogi, hmm?"
"Umm, yeah. Thank you," she beamed. Shikamaru felt as if something had kicked him in his guts when she smiled like that. Oh, to have her smile like that always. To wake up to that smile. To be able to kiss the edges of that smile. To be -
"How far is your home?"
"What?"
"How far is it?"
"It's a quick 15-minute walk, love." Shikamaru knew he had faltered and felt a hammering in the back of his head.
"-What?"
"What?"
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing! I just said it's a 15-minute walk...lovely in this weather."
"Hmm." Temari was too flustered to pay attention to Shikamaru lightly patting his shoulder for the excellent recovery.
They walked in silence till Shikamaru suddenly slowed down his pace. Temari stopped and turned around, already a few steps ahead of him. Her eyes widened. Shikamaru looked absolutely stunning in the soft sunlight. He was running his hands through his loose hair as he held hair-tie between his teeth. When he caught her looking at him, he held his hair in place and looked right back at her.
"Keep walking straight... unless you want to help?" He winked at her and smiled.
Almost as if she'd lost control of her body, Temari found herself holding the other end of his hair-tie between her teeth. Shikamaru's eyes widened and he grabbed her waist, his hair fell around his face like a glorious mane. His mouth pulled back the hair-tie from hers and spat it out. He immediately crashed his lips on hers, his hands dug into her plump waist as he kissed her hard. Temari, eager and equally enthusiastic, licked and bit his lower lip, making him groan softly. He shuddered as he felt her hands running through his hair and then as suddenly as Temari had caught his hair-tie between her teeth, she let go of him.
She covered her face with her hands as she came to her senses.
"Shikamaru, sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry. I didn't mean..."
"Hey...hey hey... it's alright, hey, look at me." He held her shoulders.
"I'm so embarrassed, I'm really really sorry."
Shikamaru moved closer but she flinched away.
He sighed heavily.
"Temari, stay still. And, move your hands away from your face."
When she didn't budge, Shikamaru spoke in a whisper.
"Please."
When she did, Shikamaru held her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips.
"It's okay. I'd do it again," he murmured against her chin and he sweetly pecked her lips. "And again." He briefly sucked on her lower lip. "And, again."
Temari's heart beat loudly against the quiet of the evening. He moved back, held her hand, and slowly started walking back to his house. A small smile played on his lips the entire time. His grip on her hand was hard and Temari felt as if a million baby sparrows had taken flight inside of her.
When they reached his place, Shikamaru didn't waste a single second. He closed the door, put the shogi board on the shelf, and pushed Temari against the door all in one move. He pressed his body against hers and kissed her deeply, hungrily.
Temari's shallow moans came alive as she felt his hands running all over her body. He had already undone her kimono and unhooked her bra. He'd thrown it somewhere behind him, almost as if he were angry at it. She felt the waistband of her panties dig into the right side of her waist as he pulled the other side, tearing them off. They snapped right off in his grip and she was stark naked in a matter of seconds. She gasped at the slight pain and at his urgency. She panted and struggled to speak, too aware of everywhere his hands touched her.
"Shika...Shikamaru...but, the...shogi.. please."
"Fuck shogi," Shikamaru growled in her ear as he felt her hands deftly removing his pants. He rubbed her slightly moist and throbbing clit. He pushed two of his fingers inside of her to pull out the slick he wanted to smear all over her pussy and his cock. She whimpered softly and bit his neck, bruises quickly blooming on his pale skin.
He fingered her relentlessly and when he felt her clenching around his fingers, he pulled his hand back. The loss of his palm's warmth made her shudder. He removed his jacket and t-shirt. His warm cock rubbed against her as he hitched her up on his arms and she wrapped her legs around his slender waist. He dug his hands in her ass and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Fuck."
Shikamaru breathed hard and he thrust into Temari in one quick motion, eliciting an obscenely loud moan from her.
She threw her head back and hit it hard on the door. "Ouch," she giggled.
"Shit, are you alright, Temari?" a pained expression crossed his face.
"Hmm," she couldn't stop giggling.
He was still throbbing inside her and she was still giggling, making Shikamaru's heart flutter. He kissed her lips again. He giggled with her, against her mouth, until their child-like giggles morphed into moans and pants as Shikamaru fucked Temari in a steady pace. Her tensed and tight body started loosening up slowly and then all at once as she gushed around him silently. He pulled his face back from the crook of her neck without breaking his stride too look at her in her most vulnerable moments. She looked gorgeous than ever before, and Shikamaru felt his balls tighten at the way Temari's lips repeated his name in a whisper and in quick successions, like a chant.
"Fuck Temari, you're... making... me.. lose it," Shikamaru grunted in between thrusts. That earned him a sweet coo from Temari; it made him want to go faster and harder but his hands pained. He carried her inside to his room, and sat on the edge of his bed.
Still impaled on his cock, Temari saw Shikamaru's face in the dim light. He looked like a hungry beast, his hair a lovely mess and stuck to his neck and his face. His forehead glinted with a thin layer of sweat and his lips were parted as he inhaled her. His cheeks were decorated with a rose hue she'd never seen on him before. Temari took a strand of his hair stuck to his lip and tucked it behind his ear. Her fingers lightly circled his nipples, making the hair on his arms and neck stand.
He looked so stunning that she felt herself shrinking in front of him. Before she could turn her face away from his gaze, Shikamaru started moving inside her with such gentle and slow strokes that she felt another wave of an orgasm building steadily.
"You're so gorgeous on me, Temari." She blushed at the soft but obscene remark.
"Still shy, are we?" Shikamaru smirked as moved inside her. He didn't let her eyes go as he licked her nipples and then softly bit them. When he pulled his face back to kiss her lips, Temari's face changed to an expression that he couldn't decipher. She looked forlorn.
He cocked his head at her in confusion.
"Please..." Temari mumbled.
"Please what, babe?"
"Please, don't stop."
"Oh, you like that, huhn?" he spoke against her breasts. His lips on her soft and plump flesh made her arch her back and thrust her breasts into his face.
"Sugoi kirei, Temari," he whispered, making her nipples harden against his tongue again. She could feel him smiling against her flesh and her face felt hot. She clenched around his cock.
"Are you going to cum around me again, baby?" he mumbled against her breasts, as if his voice dictated their rise and dip.
She noticed Shikamaru was warming up with his usage of endearments, too. To hear him address her like this was unbearable. It sounded so sweet and so intimate, she felt like his voice would tear her apart.
She moved her hips with him, matching his rhythm.
"Such a good girl, moving on me like that, hmm?" he asked her tenderly.
At this, she gasped and breathed out in a rush, "Shikamaru I'm cumming."
"Yeah, love?" he increased his pace as she pressed her thighs around him.
He felt her loosening up and felt her cum coating his inner thighs. He never ceased to move in and out of her as she spasmed around him. She buried her face in his neck and grunted his name in his ear as she came around him.
His balls, now moist with sweat and her cum, slightly tightened against her ass. He felt himself losing control and he quickly pulled out and laid Temari on her back.
Shikamaru stroked his cock lightly as he eyed Temari spread out on the bed. He couldn't help himself and he dove right in. He kissed her face and neck. He nibbled at her slender shoulders and plump breasts. He licked her tight waist and bit the baby-flesh around her navel. His calloused hands never left her body and Temari's hands never left his hair. He kissed her thighs and calves and knees till he was sure he hadn't missed a single spot on her.
When Temari pulled his face close to hers to take him in a kiss, he propped himself on his elbow, spooning her.
"Let me look at you." He turned her face towards his and hitched her leg on his arm. He slowly started entering her, stretching her out and letting her ease around him, too. When Temari closed her eyes, he stopped, making her frown and gasp. Her eyes flew open.
"Look at me, Temari."
Temari swallowed as she looked deep into Shikamaru's eyes. She felt his cock moving all the way inside her and the burning intensity with which he looked at her made her buck. She held his eyes, too.
"This is unbearable. Please," she whispered.
Shikamaru was now moving inside her with hard thrusts, punctuated by their conversation. They were both whispering raspily to each other.
"What's unbearable?"
"The way you're making me look at you."
"Why?"
"I don't know, it's too much."
"Don't you dare look away, Temari."
Temari bit her lip and nodded.
"You'll look at me, and only me, when I fuck you."
"Hai."
"You'll look at me when I make love to you."
"Hmm."
"You'll look at me when you cum around me."
"Hai."
"You'll look at me when I fill you up."
Her eyes widened and she involuntarily arched her back.
"Ha...hai," she said
Shikamaru bit his lip and smiled at her as he increased his pace.
He held her jaw with the same hand Temari's leg was hitched on, spreading her legs as much as possible. She felt full and stretched and Shikamaru couldn't take how tight she felt.
Her green eyes, slightly teared up because of the pleasure she felt as he fucked her, started rolling back. The moment that happened, he hardened his grip on her jaw and increased his pace. He wanted her to gush around him. He wanted her to make a mess of his clean sheets. He wanted her to coat his cock with her orgasm. When she opened her mouth to make up for not being able to throw her head or roll her eyes back, Shikamaru let her suck and bite on his fingers until she came. Her orgasm stayed with her like a thunderstorm that refuses to leave in time. She bucked against Shikamaru violently as he held her down, fucking her in small and quick thrusts, observing her every move and reaction to him overstimulating her. It was getting unbearable for him to control himself, too. He couldn't believe how goddess-like she looked in her most private moments. God, he could get used to a sight like that.
"Gaman dekinai, Temari," he spoke hoarsely and started to pull out only to feel Temari's hand on his wrist. The intense focus that painted his face morphed into mild confusion. Temari clenched around his twitching and strained cock.
"Let me look at you when you fill me up."
"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me, baby."
He thrust back inside her and pulled her hair hard. He started fucking her again. He frowned in focus but his eyes were soft as they looked into Temari's. A drop of sweat made its way from the tip of his nose to her cheek. The loud slaps of his balls against her clit drowned out everything else for both of them. It only took him a few thrusts before he came inside her, bucking wildly but maintaining his gaze with hers nonethless. The way he groaned, the way his eyebrows moved, the way his earrings shivered with him, everything about him as he filled her up made Temari's heart take flight to her mouth. He collapsed beside her and she felt the soreness in her thighs rising up slowly. His short breaths against her back were ticklish and when she laughed, he joined her.
She tackled and rolled above him the moment he calmed down. As his limp and spent cock rested against her ass, she traced his face with a finger.
"Come here." He made her lie down on him so her face was buried in his neck.
"So, the first thing about Shogi is that it's played on a 9x9 board, that is, 81 squares," he spoke with a smile in his voice while tracing mindless circles on Temari's back.
#shikatema#shikatema smut#shikamaru x temari#naruto shippuden#fanfiction#fanfica#shikamaru nara#temari#shogi
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Green With Envy
It’s past 2am and my eyes hurt so it’s unedited for now sorry y’all😅
Original Request (from Wattpad account): What makes the boys jealous, if possible?
Guest stars: Sasori and Sai!
Masterlist
Naruto~
Oh, this boy… he’s too oblivious sometimes he doesn’t even know to be jealous. He was at a hot spring with friends once and someone says, “(Y/N) is so hot…” Naruto just grinned and said, “Yeah, she really is.”
But that doesn’t mean he won’t protect your honor. If someone says something a little too… risque like ‘Yeah, I’d tap that’ for example, get ready for more Narutos than you can count all charging you with a Rasengan.
He will not stand other guys cozying up to you. He’s the one who should be blessed with your hugs and cuddles. Won’t hesitate to cause a scene and yell to the entire world that he loves you and won’t let any other guy make a pass at you.
“Naruto, you didn’t need to go that far! You blasted him through three walls!” He’s endearing, really.
Sasuke~
Is jealousy an Uchiha thing or just a Sasuke thing? One of life’s many mysteries. Anywho, unlike Naruto, the second your name is brought up in conversation, he goes on guard and he’s listening closely.
If anything is said that he deems inappropriate, whether it be disparaging or otherwise, Sasuke had better be held back or he just might punch you into next week.
“Sasuke, calm down! He just said I had good taste in clothes!”
Even though he can easily get jealous, he knows the importance of freedom and he trusts you. He won’t come guns blazing (or sword slashing rather) and drag you away unless you need it of course.
The last thing he wants is for you to feel like you’re dating your dad or something. He’s very blunt and if he becomes uneasy with the way another male is talking to you, he’ll let said male know. Maybe after scowling with his Sharingan activated, however.
Neji~
Neji doesn’t really get jealous per se, more like offended on your behalf. Because of his upbringing, which taught him manners and the utmost respect, he really can’t understand talking about girls like they’re objects? Will never refer to a woman as ‘hot’ or anything like that.
If someone even dares speak of you like that, (even if you’re not necessarily together yet) he will fight them, and they will experience the 64 palms technique.
He especially hates people in your personal space. He really does trust you, just not others. Is not afraid to embarrass someone on your behalf. Half the time his glare is enough to scare them off, but some people are just clueless. (They wake up in the hospital)
“Neji! You can’t just throw me over your shoulder and leave! And that guy looked like he had seen a ghost?!” Needless to say, even cool, calm, and collected Neji has his limits.
Shikamaru~
Shika is too laid back to get jealous over little things. Somewhat like Neji, he doesn’t get jealous. He might feel threatened on your behalf, but never jealous. He can trust you with his life why shouldn’t he trust you with your relationship?
However, if someone is clearly harassing you or just generally making you uncomfortable, he will not hesitate to step in and make them leave. He won’t resort to physical violence (too much work), but he will intimidate them or put his genius to use and play some kind of trick on them.
He honestly has endless patience and at the same time no patience? Patience with you if you’re having a pleasant conversation with someone, but will go from 0-100 (or 50, really, anything more is a lot of effort) real quick.
“Shika, that guy thought he was really paralyzed, thanks to your shadow possession!” Being jealous is a waste of time, but clever revenge is always a treat for Shika.
Kiba~
So. Jealous. So. Easily. Kiba is naturally animalistic (in the best way) and just like a dog, can be very possessive. If explicitly asked, he will try to tone down his jealous fits, but will still be protective. If he does have free reign, however, oh boy…
No chill at all, whatsoever. Whether it’s absolutely destroying the object of his rage or just simply making out with you right there. No matter how annoyed he may get, he respects you with every fiber of his being and would never tell you to change or try to control you. He wouldn’t ever embarrass you (unless Kiba and Akamaru pummeling a room full of guys is embarrassing).
Just let him FIND OUT someone is making you feel the slightest bit of unease. One second, they’re chatting you up and then BAM! There’s a flash of white and a huge dog ready to maul them.
“Kiba, what do you mean they all looked at me for too long?! We walked in the door, of course, they turned to look!”
Gaara~
Gaara is a bit of a conundrum, but in a way that makes sense? Like, he doesn’t feel the need to get jealous of guys because when you leave, he’s going to be kissing you goodnight, and he’s the one who gets to spoil you.
However, he will get jealous of little things. Oh, you’ve spent a good amount of time playing with an animal/pet? Be prepared to walk in on Gaara giving them a stern lecture on stealing you from them. Gaara knows he has any potential suitors beat, but tiny adorable animals and children? In his mind, he can never be too cautious.
He gets a little pouty but that can easily be cured with cuddles, sometimes with that evil little pet that stole your affections from him. He can never stay jealous for long, he views it as an unproductive waste of time. He could be actively trying to get your attention, but instead, he’s going to be sulking in a corner? Yeah, no.
“Gaara! Stop scolding my cat, that’s not doing anything!”
Sai~
On the rare occasion that this cinnamon roll gets jealous, he’s confused and shocked. Like just imagine the surprised Pikachu face and that’s him. He knows what jealousy is, he can identify it just fine, but he doesn’t know why he’s jealous.
You aren’t doing anything, all you did was laugh at someone else’s jokes, but still… do you find them funnier than him? Are you going to leave him because he’s not that funny?! Cue the slow onset into insanity… Poor Sai is losing his mind to paranoia and made-up scenarios.
Will most certainly drag you away (gently) from whoever is taking your attention and leave. He doesn’t even bother with a fake smile, they don’t deserve it. He’ll explain to you calmly even though he’s panicking on the inside. Once he is back to normal he’ll show you his nearest artwork.
“What the-! Sai, you can’t just draw caricatures on people’s car!” You don’t even want to know how he figures out which car is theirs...
Kakashi~
Too cocky to be jealous. He has the right to be though because one glance at him without his face mask can cause instant pregnancy. Anywho, he knows you love him and some guy trying to hit on you like some high school douche isn’t going to change that.
He does like to intervene, however, just to flex like ‘yeah, I’m the boyfriend, now get lost’.
He’s not big on PDA, so he won’t start kissing you to ward off strangers, but he will wrap on arm around you or hold your hand and ask who your ‘friend’ is.
When there’s that one stubborn person who won’t take a hint, Kakashi doesn’t mind rocking someone’s world or getting kicked out, he needed to perfect that one offense technique anyways. He’s pretty laid back though, so it has to be somewhat drastic for this though, plus he knows you can handle yourself.
“A thousand years of death?! Isn’t it weird to be poking old men in the butt?!
~Akatsuki~
Pein~
Pfft. Who does he have to be jealous of? He’s a god among mortals, after all. To him, you’re a goddess and as such you belong with someone like him, not the peasants around you.
But on the offhand chance that someone doesn’t heed his godly status, he will not hesitate to pull you into his side and yell ‘Almighty Push’ and totally obliterate that loser. (A/N: Holy crap I think that needs to be a one-shot cuz, wow, Pein being all protective is making me swoon?)
If it’s not a big deal, he’ll easily let you take care of it. If you’re strong enough to catch Pein’s attention, you’re more than strong enough to deal with some lowlife. That doesn’t mean, however, that they won’t feel his wrath too.
If you ever want to witness a true royal rumble, dare someone to mess with Pein’s S/O. It’d be an epic tag team match (slaughter, really) for the ages. One would d be surprised how quick he can lose his cool when it comes to you.
“Pein, that’s the fifth time this month! Kakuzu is going to murder me if I ask for money to fix this wall!”
Deidara~
Need I even say it? Jealous boy all the way. You’re his favorite masterpiece so why should let an uncultured swine who doesn’t even understand your worth touch you? Rhetorical question, he wouldn’t.
He is not above fighting or placing a bomb on someone who gives you one too many glances. He’d make sure they knew it wasn’t art, they weren’t good enough for that, before blowing the offender up.
No one and he means no one gets to talk bad about his S/O. If someone insults you in his presence they might as well as swallowed one of his explosives and trusted him not to blow them up.
Will one 100% hide you from view if you look too appealing. He thinks you look ravishing, but he’s the only one who should be able to think that, in his opinion. Don’t worry, no one’s ever gotten close enough to harass you with Dei around. His one-eyed scowl is a great deterrent.
“Deidara! You blew up my favorite restaurant! He didn’t even say anything to me!”
Sasori~
Would rather die before admitting he was jealous. As adamant about not being jealous as he is about art being eternal. That’s not to say that he won’t take action though. He will use chakra strings to make the perpetrator walk away, meanwhile making them bump into literally everything in the general vicinity.
The two of you don’t leave the base all that often so it’s unusual to see an envious Sasori action, but it’s a real treat when it happens. After he deals with whatever idiot crossed him, he’ll be a bit more affectionate that day/night.
Not huge things, but instead of working on puppets all night, he’d be more apt to hold you that night. Average people hitting on you make him insecure because he realizes he’s not that great at normal relationships but he still doesn’t want to lose you. That feeds into his jealousy and he figures the only way to get rid of it is to make sure those other guys can’t offer anything he doesn’t have.
“Sasori! If you wanted a hug, you could’ve said that instead of treating that guy like a ball inside of a pinball machine!”
#naruto x reader#sasuke x reader#neji x reader#shikamaru x reader#kiba x reader#gaara x reader#sai x reader#kakashi x reader#pein x reader#deidara x reader#sasori x reader#naruto scenarios#jealousy#naruto shippuden#request
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[Ficlet] Sparrow and Zorro
Hi guys! This is just a quickly written little one-shot featuring my new kiddo Ed Rosier and one of his bandmates, Tony, so as to kind of flesh out the dynamics between Ed and the rest of Spellb🔮und.
For more information on how Spellb🔮und was brought together, Ed gave a handy explanation here, but basically this band was originally formed with marketing in mind over artistry, and it’s in large part thanks to Ed that the power dynamic between the manager and the band members has shifted. Tony (or “Sparrow” to his fans and bandmates) is the youngest member of the band, while Ed (or “Zorro,” meaning “fox”) is the second oldest. The other members of the band are “Shika” (meaning “deer” or “stag”), “Orson” (meaning “bear”), and “Colt” (which, yeah, “horse”). And yeah, here are some tags for some potentially interested parties -- @aceyanaheim @cursebreakerfarrier @thatravenpuffwitch @kathrynalicemc @danceworshipper @nightmaresart @oneirataxia-girl
Hope you like it! 💚
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Ed had arrived early for rehearsal. It was a habit he’d always had, since before he broke into the industry, to always be the first person there for any event. In the past, he actually ended up dawdling outside people’s houses sometimes so that he wouldn’t arrive for parties before they’d even started. But being late for an event or planned date was something Ed just couldn’t abide the thought of -- even if he had to end up standing around a while or working on other things waiting for everyone else, he was always early.
This time around, he’d arrived at the rehearsal space even before the band showed up -- so Ed decided to help out by taking everything out and putting it in its proper place, so that when they arrived, their instruments and equipment would already be set up. First he set up the drum kit; then tuned the guitars; and finally levitated the keyboard and its accompanying synthesizer across the room.
Once he’d gotten everything set up, Ed looked around at the configuration, just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. Then, at last, he dropped down onto the stool in front of the keyboard with a sigh.
What should he do now? Check in with craft services? They wouldn’t be clocking in for another thirty minutes -- no sense in stressing them out. Help out with the set? Ed hadn’t checked in with the set designer yet, so it’d be hard for him to know what her vision was, for this upcoming concert. Start practicing their new dance choreography? Seemed like that’d be easier to do with the band maintaining a beat.
At last, he decided warming up his voice might be a decent place to start. Rolling around on the stool, he faced the keyboard. As he looked down at the keys, an idea came to his mind, and his expression lit up with a small wry smile. He flexed his fingers, bending each one back one at a time, and then rested them over the keys and started to hash out a tune he liked to play on his piano at home. Once he’d gotten into the groove, he cleared his throat loudly and started to hum along.
“...da-da da-da da-da...’cause the lie becomes the truth -- yeaaaah...”
“That sounds awesome, Zorro.”
Ed didn’t stop playing at the sound of his bandmate, Tony “Sparrow” Bianco, coming up behind him.
The youngest and most popular member of Spellb🔮und was a cherubic-looking Italian-American boy of nineteen with shoulder-length light blond hair and grayish-blue eyes. He’d been chosen for his distinctive, amiable Tenor voice, which immediately made him stand out in a crowd -- though Ed suspected his sincere, ingenue-esque attitude also made it very easy to get him to sign a contract in the first place.
"Are you working on that for Mr. Green?” he asked curiously.
Ed shook his head. “Afraid I can’t take credit for this little number. What are you doing here so early, little birdie?”
Tony rubbed the back of his neck a bit uncomfortably. “...I could ask you the same thing.”
“Someone’s got to make sure all of the t’s get crossed and the i’s get dotted -- it may as well be me,” said Ed.
He stopped playing at last and turned to look at Tony with a rather cool smile.
“Now I’ll ask again -- what’s going on? It’s not like you to come to rehearsal early.”
Tony was trying to smile, but he kept looking away uncomfortably.
“Well, uh...I just thought maybe we could...hang out, a bit. ...If that’s okay.”
When Ed didn’t respond, Tony immediately rushed to explain.
“I-it’s totally cool if you don’t, it’s just -- I never see you guys outside of rehearsal, and -- well, we are a band...and you’re always calling us your ‘buddies’ in the press, so I thought...well...”
“You thought buddies would want to spend time together,” surmised Ed.
Tony immediately looked like he’d regretted saying anything: as if he was afraid Ed was going to shut him down. That fear of rejection, though, was way too familiar to Ed -- it was a feeling he knew way too well to let anyone else feel. So he raised his wand, levitating the stool from the drum kit over so that it plopped down next to the one he was sitting on.
“Come sit over here.”
His face lighting up with relief, Tony immediately did so. He looked from Ed to down at the keyboard.
“...I didn’t know you could play piano,” he said self-consciously.
Ed shrugged. “I don’t get much of an opportunity to show that off, these days. Reckon you only would’ve known if you’d seen any of my side gigs...”
“Did you play the keyboard for other groups?” asked Tony.
“Keyboard, guitar, drums, synthesizer -- whatever they needed.”
“That’s amazing!”
“It was what was necessary.”
Despite saying this, Ed’s face had broken out into a grin -- he appreciated the boost to his ego. Tony seemed to be relaxing somewhat, smiling more fully himself.
“Do...do any of the others play anything?” he asked.
Ed considered this. “Well, let’s see...Colt knows the drums, I think. Shika’s studied a lot of string instruments -- bass, viola, and shamisen are the ones I know of. And Orson was in the industry even before I joined, so I reckon he knows at least one too...”
Tony blinked, looking almost abashed. “Oh...”
Ed raised his eyebrows. “What’s that ‘oh’ for?”
Tony immediately looked very self-conscious.
“I’m sorry, it’s just...I thought you...well, that you were close with the others. They always seem more comfortable talking to you than they do to me,” he admitted lowly as he looked down at his hands in his lap, “so I thought that maybe you all were friends, before...”
Ed considered Tony for a moment. His face had lost any hint of a smile, making it much more stony, as it often looked when he was serious. When he finally responded, his voice was very quiet and level.
“...We were all brought together by the same bloke, Tony. You knew Mr. Green back in the States -- and I’m sure you know by now that he brought us together for a lot more reasons than just because he likes pop music.”
Tony nodded without looking up.
“He’s a businessman, first and foremost...and although yes, he saw talent in all of us individually, his focus was always about that bottom line: about how much money Spellb🔮und could make him. As much as he likes to try to make us feel special...in the end, Iago Green's looking at the Galleons. And...well, most of us joined this group well aware of this.”
Tony looked up at Ed, his gray-blue eyes both upset and confused. Ed gave the boy a slightly wry smile.
“You’re new to this business, but the rest of us aren’t. And when you’ve had to train yourself to only eat one meal a day, just to stretch your money out far enough to afford your next month’s rent...you go to every audition you can -- accept any job that opens up, whether it’s one you want or not.”
Ed tried very hard not to let his voice get cynical or bitter. He looked Tony straight in the eye, trying to be as gentle and frank as possible.
“I joined this business right out of Hogwarts -- just two years younger than you -- and Spellb🔮und has been the first thing I’ve done that I’ve gotten any public recognition for, in the fifteen years I’ve been making music. You’ve been very lucky, Tony.”
Tony suddenly looked like a wave of guilt had submerged him. His shoulders fell as he looked down at the ground.
“...So...I guess the others must think I’m this dumb kid who’s gotten everything on a silver platter, huh?”
Ed’s expression softened. “No -- just young. And a touch naïve.”
He brought a hand up to Tony’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Tony looked up, and Ed smiled at him.
“Look -- we all might put on a good show for the press about being closer than we actually are...but that doesn’t mean I don’t have all of your backs, in any case. I can hardly expect you all to have mine otherwise.”
His steel blue eyes glinted with a slightly harder glint.
“...When I was your age...I was the sort of person who would give and give to the people I loved...even if it meant I gave everything and got nothing back. I made a promise to myself years ago that I would never do that again...and quite frankly, I don’t want you or the others to be in a situation like that either. You all are talented enough to deserve better than that.”
Tony’s face lost its gloom, brightening up slightly as if the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds.
“...Thanks, Zorro.”
He quickly rubbed at his eye with his fist before straightening up again, his lips touched with a smile.
“You know...you really are pretty cool. And not the way you act for the cameras, like really cool. Like, nice.”
Ed grinned. It made Tony smile a bit bigger too.
“Maybe you should be our manager!” he said brightly. “I mean, you already look after us and take care of getting things ready like one -- I think you’d be good at it!”
Ed actually started to laugh.
“Easy, birdie -- my ego might explode, being egged on by that much praise.”
He brought a hand up to ruffle Tony’s blond hair, and the younger boy laughed too. Once Ed had withdrawn his hand, he returned his focus to the keys in front of him.
“Now then, shall we warm up? Gimme a song, let’s see if I can play it.”
Tony bit his lip to try to contain his laughing, his eyes flitting down to the keyboard and then back up at Ed shyly.
“...Can you play ‘You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me?’” he asked.
Ed cocked an eyebrow, his mouth spreading into a mischievous grin. “You really like yourself some Singing Sorceress, don’t you? I seem to recall you sang ‘You Stole My Cauldron’ for your audition, too.”
Tony flushed a dark shade of red. “Well, sh-she’s my favorite! M-my parents brought one of her records back from London once, and...I’ve always loved her songs, since I was really little...”
“She is a rare talent,” Ed cut him off smoothly -- Tony looked rather relieved to see he didn’t look condescending or dismissive. “A rather kind lady too, fortunately -- so many artists aren’t as nice as they seem in public...”
“Wait --” said Tony, his eyes suddenly going super wide, “ -- you mean you’ve met Celestina Warbeck?”
“‘Met’ is a strong word -- I just helped out with some back-up vocals at one of her events once.”
“What was she like? Did you get her autograph? Have you stayed in touch with her? Is it true what they say, that she kisses everyone in her crew on the cheek French style when she meets them?”
Ed laughed that bit harder, his chuckles huskier and more bark-like as they grew louder. “Whoa, whoa, easy! It really wasn’t that glamorous...tell you what -- I’ll tell you about it, after we’re done warming up. Now come on: from the top. A one, two, three, four...”
The two bandmates proceeded to sing “You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me” and “A Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Love” -- Ed felt a pang of nostalgia for the Frog Choir, playing those songs again after such a long time. Then Tony persuaded Ed to play a song he really liked, which ended up being Michael Jackson’s “Beat It.” It was while Ed was singing this that Colt came in and egged Ed on enough to make him play the Beatles’ “Hey Jude,” which Orson and Shika ended up jumping in on too when they arrived.
By the time the rest of the crew had arrived, Spellb🔮und was in full sing-along mode...and any observers would’ve sworn that all five of them really were as close as they always pretended to be in front of the cameras.
#my writing#ed rosier#marauders era#golden era#tony's face claim is hunter schafer#so yeah that tells you something about tony in the future <3#she'll come out of the closet to honorary!big-brother!ed first#at present though she's still using he/his/him pronouns#but yeah it'll actually be something she'll be scared of because...well she was hired to be part of a *boy* band#and ed of course will be like f*** that you're part of this band and iago green can stuff it :I
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Let Them Watch: Shika NSFW
The most illegal thing I’ve written so far... oh boi
NSFW 18+ : Nasty talk, vulgar speech from third parties, degradation, exhibitionism, breeding, jealousy, revenge fuck, arranged marriage, dub con????? just because the situation is forced.
Alt. Un. Very inspired by the fact that when 1700s royals were married people would watch them have sex on their wedding night so they knew the marriage was consummated.
“I loath you,” you muttered under your breath to Shikamaru. You stood next to Shikamaru at the alter. Your whalebone corset was digging into the flesh of your waist, making this situation, if possible, even more uncomfortable. “Well don’t think I’m happy about this either, it’s a fucking drag.” You rolled your eyes and smoothed the large skirt of your wedding gown. The leader of the ceremony droned on and on, reading the fine print of the agreement. You could feel the eyes of all the observers boring into your back. The royalty from the Land of Fire, the elders, and of course, the Feudal Lord himself, had all come to oversee this arrangement. “You think I asked for this? This is the last thing I wanted,” he added. Your eyes narrowed, “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you hissed. “Hey, I thought you loathed me, why does it matter what I mean?” You hated how he always made a point that was difficult to argue. “I’m just saying, you could do worse than me… the last thing… tch-” He chuckled under his breath, as he raised his arm, winding an elaborate gold ribbon around it. He then clasped your hand and wound the ribbon down and around your arm, tying you to him forever. His grip was tight and he pulled the ribbon, causing it to rub and somewhat burn on the flesh of your arm. “It doesn’t matter, we weren’t given a choice.”
Shikamaru had a point there, you weren’t given a choice. You were only told about this union two weeks ago. Your clan informed you that due to your unique abilities, the Feudal Lord had paid a hefty sum to have you married off to the most intelligent man in the village. As soon as you’d heard that, you’d known it was Shikamaru. Shikamaru had been a nuisance since you were classmates with him in the academy. He was always slacking off and being lazy, but he got away with it because he was smart enough. While you were intelligent, you still needed to train heavily to maintain your maximum power levels. Shikamaru excelled without having to put in any effort at all, in fact he slept through most training sessions. It was infuriating to watch, not to mention, he was always calling you a “troublesome woman” because you actually wanted to work hard.
Every mission you ever went on with him, since your days at the academy, was strangely fluid, (even though the slacker had managed to become your boss practically). They were filled with good conversation and even better team work. You were assigned together, just the two of you often enough. You made a very powerful duo, this was true, but he infuriated you constantly, with little things... Like how he made you feel warm when he was too close, examining a map, and how flustered you felt when he would see your expression, smirk down at you and coyly ask, “what?” He knew what, he was being a tease, always trying to play with your feelings it seemed, because he was bored and intelligent enough to pull it off. He was always doing something to get your attention; brushing his hand against yours before giving a half hearted apology; staring at you from across the room with lustful eyes; calling you pet names just to see you sneer. But then he’d suddenly be calling you “troublesome” and criticizing your strategy plans again, and it was back to arguing. The truth was, you didn’t loath Shikamaru, not at all, it was the fact that he was constantly teasing you with his games of push and pull that made it impossible for you to accept how you really felt… you were crazy about him.
You begrudgingly looped the ribbon around the piece that Shikamaru was holding. “And now, with this knot the union is made, and will now be sealed with a kiss.” You could feel your blood boiling beneath your skin, this kiss would have you spending the rest of your life with him. You turned towards him slowly and were met with that Shika smirk you knew all too well. He was always so cocky. His hands brushed down the sides of your face, softer than you’d expected. He leaned in and his lips brushed against yours as he gently enveloped your bottom lip. A soft sigh escaped your lips, and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss in response. His fingers gripped your waist and you could feel his nails digging into your flesh even through the corset bodice of the dress. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip before he nipped it softly with his teeth. As he pulled away you stared into his eyes. You were stunned and confused. Your breath fell out of your mouth in shallow pants. Part of it was the constricting bodice of the dress, but the truth was that no one had ever kissed you like that before.
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Shikamaru undid the knot and gave the ribbon back to the ceremony leader. He took your hand, admiring the shock on your face. If you only knew how long he had wanted to do that. Maybe it was too much, kissing you like that when you were already stressed about this arranged wedding. But it was about time he told you how he felt. He didn’t have a choice in marrying you, that was all true, it was just his luck that he was betrothed to the girl who had stolen his heart so long ago, that first week at the academy. You were so powerful and yet you worked so hard, it impressed him; he admired you. He often slept in class hoping he’d dream of you, since you detested him for his lack of effort in school. He in turn called you “troublesome woman” not for your fiery temper, but because you were his biggest distraction. But now, as the fates would have it, you were his, though it was a drag that it had to be this way. Shikamaru had hoped to make you his on his own one day and he kicked himself for not making a move sooner.
He lead you down the isle of the ceremony space, the watchful eyes of the spectators following you both. He made sure to keep his grip on your arm gentle, supportive, the way he wanted you to see him. He lead you out the doors and into the corridor to head towards the second part of the ceremony, the feast. Your silence worried him that you were truly miserable with the arrangement and so he moved his hand from your arm to hold your pinkie with his. He was surprised when you moved to interlace the rest of your fingers with his. You paused just before reaching the doors of the great hall. “Shika… I-“ He waited patiently as you gathered your thoughts. “I don’t hate you,” you said and his cheeks flushed. A sly smile crossed his lips and he spun you into his chest, tilted your chin up with the knuckle of his index finger and kissed you again. This time, he didn’t hold back. His tongue delved between your parted lips, just before he grabbed hold of your bottom lip with his teeth and sucked. You whined and pressed your body closer to his. He growled in response and pushed you against the nearest wall. Shikamaru pulled away and leaned against the wall, his arm resting on the ancient stone. “I wanted to do that without the audience, so you’d know I meant it,” his breathing was ragged through his speech. “I- yo-you like me?” your eyes were wide and he couldn’t help but chuckle. He brushed his hand down your arm and held tightly at the elbow, meeting your eyes. “More than you could know,” he said and then turned to hold open the door for you to enter the great hall.
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You were confused to say the least, he liked you? Was he playing a cruel joke? You would have thought so for sure, but it was the kiss that had you feeling differently. You watched him closely throughout dinner, and made conversation. You figured, even though you knew him quite well already you should deepen the surface level relationship. You wanted to ask him 1000 questions about how he felt about you but the Feudal Lord was giving a self indulgent toast. “May this couple bear many children and may they grow up to be exceptional ninja for the Konoha…” You rolled your eyes and glanced to see Shikamaru watching your face with concern. “We are just a baby factory to him, aren’t we…” Shikamaru leaned closer to you, “I’m afraid so.” You rolled your head to look at him while the Feudal Lord droned on. “And that massive brain couldn’t think of a way out of this?” You smiled at him finding solace now, in the fact that he was familiar… and being forced into the strange experience. He had hardly let go of your hand since the ceremony, a silent understanding falling between the two of you, and years of buried emotions rising to the surface. “Sadly no, Lord Kakashi informed me that the Feudal Lord threatened to cut all funding from the village if these arranged marriages didn’t take place.” He paused before thoughtfully adding, “I asked him if I could ask you on a date instead, marriage seemed like a lot so fast.” You laughed and sipped your glass of champagne. A date would have been much preferred to the current situation. “Why didn’t you?” you asked. Shikamaru adjusted his posture, clearly he had been waiting for you to ask something like this, although it seemed he still hadn’t found a way to word his answer. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d say yes… I… thought you hated me,” he said it with a smile but you could feel the underlying pain. You widened your eyes in shock,”I thought you hated me!” You both laugh looking at each other, the hatred now boiling down to something else entirely. “Well, tell you what, I’ll agree to the date if you can shut him up,” you gestured to the Feudal Lord with your glass. Shikamaru smirked, “still so feisty, are you this feisty in bed?”
His question caught you off guard and your breath hitched in your throat. You were looking for an answer or clever retort when he added, “cuz’ they’re gonna love that.” “W-what?” the realization dawned on you, “no, wait! I thought that was just a rumor.” Shikamaru glared to where the Feudal Lord continued to ramble on trying to justify his new decree by telling a story about his parent’s incredibly successful arranged marriage. “I thought so too, but Kakashi told me that marriages can be annulled if there is no proof of consummation… they watch for proof… or that’s what they say at least.” Your corset was suddenly too tight, and your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. You were stuttering, wracking your brain for the best way out of this. “Listen, there isn’t a way out, but I do have a plan…”
Step One was to try and get Shikamaru as drunk as possible in hopes of whiskey dick. However that plan was foiled quickly due to the lack of alcohol being served in either of your direction. Step One revised was simple enough, encourage everyone else to drink as much as possible, in hopes that they would pass out and there would be less viewers to the spectacle. The dancing ensued and large bottles of champagne were uncorked and devoured. It was strange however, that the Feudal Lord refused glass after glass that was offered to him. He was prepared to see this till the end.
Step two, was to make the act as boring as possible for them. They might force it, but they would not get to enjoy it.
The large bed was elaborate, plated in gold, with floral designs winding up all four posts. A single white fitted sheet was the only linen used to drape the bed. The bed sat on a raised platform, with two entrances on either side, like a stage… it was a stage. You had been given a set of white lingerie to wear. It was a corset, but this one left your breasts exposed, cupping them and pushing them up. A strip of fabric they had the nerve to call underwear was the only thing you wore below the waist. You were dressed, hair fixed, and makeup applied by two ladies in waiting, who were absolutely given strict guidelines by the Feudal Lord. The makeup was minimal, but almost too perfect. It made you look almost unreal, but resembling a doll more so than an ethereal being. You were the star of his sick fantasy. But you wouldn’t be alone Shikamaru would be there too, and you had a plan.
Unfortunately, the plan was failing, while you both had encouraged others to drink, the Feudal Lord must have encouraged them to drink water. The crowd was perfectly rowdy and as you entered onto the platform, hoots and hollers echoed around the large room. The seating was raked, and eyes appeared all around, above and below the platform. You sat timidly on the edge of the bed, doing your best to ignore the grotesque words of a few of the audience members.
“Look at her gorgeous tits.” “Fuck that corset is doing wonders, baby!”
Shikamaru joined you shortly there after, dressed in a pair of tight white shorts. You patted the bed beside you awkwardly. Shikamaru shuffled over and sat down beside you, trying his best to ignore the crowd. You took him in, in his designated ceremony outfit. His muscular thighs were showcased perfectly and his abs were well defined. As you examined his body, he surveyed yours, and you couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in his pants. You felt your breath hitch in your throat, he was big… fuck. You were already rubbing your thighs together in anticipation, but now was not the time to drool over him. You had to look bored, act bored, disinterested. You sat there awkwardly side by side not sure how to start things off. You swore you could hear the Feudal Lord laughing from his designated seat. He was enjoying your discomfort and the awkwardness of the spectacle.
The jeering from the audience grew louder as the crowd grew impatient, the alcohol in their blood making them fidgety and restless. “Let’s see some action pretty boy!” “Yeah, put your fingers in her pussy… I wanna see her squirm.” You knew it was wrong that their lewd suggestions lit a fire in you, but you couldn’t help imagine Shikamaru doing those things to you. Your desire was becoming overwhelming.
“Lets get this over with,” he said and smiled at you, taking your hand and then squeezing it. “It’s gonna be fine, I’m right here with you okay? And I’ll take good care of you.” You nodded and squeezed back, taking solace in his presence. He reached for your face and pulled you to him. The way he kissed you was becoming comforting, and strangely addictive. You were already wanting more, but this was not the time. He trailed his hand up from it’s hold on your waist to the bodice of the lingerie and his fingertips traced the top of your breast, moving down again to lightly pinch your nipple.
You softly mewled at his touch, grateful that the platform put space between you and the audience and that their shouting was drowning out any sounds that escaped your lips. He moved down kissing your jaw and finding his way to your neck. You inhaled sharply and gripped his exposed thigh, he was far too good at this. “I thought we weren’t gonna give ‘em a show,” he whispered in your ear, then bit down on it. A soft whimper left your throat in response. “I’m not trying to- it’s just, you’re playing with me too much.” “I have to make you wet so I don’t hurt you,” he explained. You could feel him smiling against your neck, “so, you like me playing with you?” He sunk his teeth into your neck and suckled the soft flesh, pulling it with his teeth, creating a purple splotch for all to see. “Shika-ah- now is really not the time- mmhh- to play.” His hand trailed down your torso and stopped at the waistband of your underwear. “I know, but I like making you make these cute little sounds.” Shikamaru pressed the pad of his finger, rubbing up and down your clothed slit. “Oh fuck,” you sighed, he growled in response and captured your lips in a searing kiss. He was rubbing more desperately, listening to the sounds of your moans. You began to stroke his cock through his shorts and he let out a hiss. Shikamaru pulled the cloth of your underwear to the side and slowly slid his middle finger into your tight heat. You whined in response as he began to slowly thrust and curl his digit inside you. Your hand reached down and you began to palm his dick in return. You could feel the wet patch of his pre-cum on the cloth of the shorts. You moaned into his mouth, he was so hard already, and you were wiggling your hips with need. You did your best to still them, to follow what you’d agreed with Shikamaru, but your resolve was crumbling.
“Just fuck her already.” “Just shove your dick in!”
You pulled away from his lips and moved to his neck. “I guess it’s working,” you whispered relieved. But with the way his finger was curling inside you, you were wishing you didn’t have to be boring. Your eyes glanced into the crowd of drunken rowdy royalty. Something about the sea of eyes you were met with had you clenching around him. “Shit…” he hissed in response and began to pump his finger faster. “I wanna feel you cum all over my hand,” he growled before pressing another finger inside, stretching your walls. You moaned, louder this time than you had meant to. The crowd cheered in response, shouting more of their explicit ideas of what Shikamaru should do to you next.
You pulled his shorts down, and your mouth watered at the sight of his thick cock slapping up against his abs. A large drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. You used your thumb to circle the head, spreading the pre-cum around. Shikamaru’s breath hitched in his throat, his fingers slowing inside you, your teasing proving to be quite the distraction. “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to hold back as easily,” he said, his breath moving in and out of his lungs more rapidly. Your eyes flicked to the crowd and then back to him. “Shika… don’t hold back, I need it so bad,” you ground your hips down into his hands, begging for more. “Are you sure? they’re all gonna see…” he questioned before his gaze darkened, “or is that what you want?” The guilt spread all over your face, before you confirmed his suspicions.
He didn’t waste time flattening you to the bed and climbing on top of you. “Shit, I didn’t actually think you’d get off on being watched,” his tone becoming darker as he lifted your leg and ran his tongue from your ankle to your inner thigh. He bit down on the soft flesh, sucking another dark purple mark into your skin. “You wanna put on a fucking show? You like them all watching you?” He sat up and landed a sharp smack to the bruise he’d just sucked into your skin. “Yes, ah- a show, let them watch, just please fuck me,” you pleaded. He laughed deviously, “oh not yet princess,” his devilish eyes sparked and glowed with lust. He held himself over you, and licked a stripe across your breast. He settled on sucking your nipple into his mouth, pulling at it with his teeth. He took the other in his hand and began to twist and pull it with his fingers. He released your nipple, “you wanna show off?” Your eyes widened at his implication. “Wh-what are you gonna do?”
Shikamaru climbed behind you and faced you towards the crowed. He held you up on your knees, one hand around your neck and the other on your breast. “Look at her pretty fucking tits huh?” The spectators cheered and began yelling obscenities. He pulled you down on your ass to where you were sitting in front of him and he pried your legs apart with his own. “And see her pretty little pussy?” The crowd was again loud with approval. This was now becoming the show they wanted. “Yeah well take a good long look now because she is all mine.” His tone was filled with lust as he said it and he spread you open with his fingers, allowing everyone to drink in the sight of your exposed core. He began to circle your clit slowly while, everyone watching whistled and cheered, your body grinding into his hand, seeking further friction. You hated how much it turned you on, having all these people watch, but it did. The way their eyes were hungrily taking in your body on display while Shikamaru played with you like a toy.
He moved to where he was over you and you were laying on your back. “You want this?” You mewled, longing for his touch again. “Yes, I do, I need it.” He laughed over you, “why don’t you ask nicely hmm?” “Please, Shikamaru, please.” His thumb traced your lips before delving into your mouth. “You’re so cute when you beg,” he growled before slowly, inch by inch, easing his cock inside of you. “Ah- ohhh fuck,” you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Does my cock feel good?” He began to move but teasingly slow. “Oh it’s so good Shika,” you whined. He slowed his thrusts even more, “is it better than Kiba?” he whispered in your ear. Your eyes grew wide, “wh-what?” He started fucking you with deeper strokes, each one his cock is hitting your cervix. “Oh you didn’t think I knew about that? Thought I had no idea you were fucking Kiba all these years?” he growled. His jealousy was pent up, from watching you from the side lines, running off with his comrade into the wood, or sneaking off during missions for a quickie. At the time, Shikamaru was unable to express himself for the sheer reason that he was sure you hated him. But now you belonged to each other… he didn’t have to hide anything anymore. “Do you have any idea how much I liked you?” The way he said it was full of regret and relief. You looked up at him with wide eyes, you’d thought he detested you until today… you’d had no idea how he really felt. “So think of this as revenge… I wanna hear you screaming my fucking name,” he smirked and gave you a particularly hard thrust making you cry out. “And I think they wanna hear you scream it too.”
Shikamaru was aware of the watching crowed and while he wasn’t thrilled with their prying eyes, he was aware of how the humiliation made your cunt clench around his cock. He slowed his thrusts till he was practically still inside of you. You whined and pulled at his shoulders, wordlessly begging him to continue. “You’re all mine now, so I can do what I want with you, right?” he asked, thumbing over the sweat that had collected over your hairline. “Please Shikamaru, it’s so fucking good,” you lowered your voice before adding, “it’s way better than Kiba.” He smirked upon hearing you say half of what he wanted to hear but he didn’t move. You tried your best to push your hips up to get any kind of friction you could but it was no use, the way he lay on top of you, you were pinned. “I’m all yours now, all fucking yours, please just move, I’m begging you.” That was all he needed to move inside of you, and he resumed his long deep strokes. You moaned, your jaw going slack with pleasure. This time when he spoke, he didn’t address you but the crowd. “See how my pretty pussy sucks me back in? Even her body is begging for my cock.”
You looked over to the crowed. You were met with the sight of royal men and women coming undone, fisting their cocks or shoving their hands beneath their silk dresses watching Shikamaru fuck you senseless. You groaned at the spectacle they were now making out of themselves. “I bet you’re all fucking jealous of me, but she’s mine.” His fingers were digging into the flesh of your thighs, leaving bruises in their wake. He held himself up with one hand while the other was sadistically shoving fingers in your mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, and you complied willingly, becoming too fucked out to resist anymore. He pulled his fingers out with a slick pop, still fucking you relentlessly, and he trailed his wet fingers down your body to tease your clit. With the pace he was fucking you, and the slew of onlookers who were now touching themselves to you, you were already on the edge. “Shik-a-ah, I can’t ta-“ “Oh you’re gonna take it, slut, whether you like it or not,” he laughed. The pleasure was overwhelming and it wasn’t long before you could feel the white hot sensation of your impending orgasm. Shikamaru could feel it too, the way you were clenching around him like a vice. “Are you really going to cum all over my cock with all these people watching you?” he chided and then added, “go on, show all these people how much of a slut you are for me, I dare you.” It was then that the coil broke and your nails were scraping down his back in a desperate attempt to cling to reality. But he didn’t slow his thrusts, nor did he remove his fingers from your clit.
“Such a good fucking girl, cumming for me in front of all these people,” he praised. Your eyes were rolled back and your mouth was hanging open. “Awww she’s drooling, look how fucking pretty she is.” He was so sadistic, addressing the audience, getting their attention. He pulled his cock out abruptly and leaned down, licking one long stripe up your sloppy cunt before sinking his cock back into you. “You taste so good, pretty, taste,” he commanded before spitting into your already open mouth. “Good right?” you mewled in response, unable to make words. “I bet you’d like to taste my cum, but that’s for another time, for now, I’m going to cum deep inside this pretty pussy, and claim you as mine.” “Please,” it was a single word but it was all you could muster.
But Shikamaru wasn’t forgiving or understanding about your current state. “What was that? We can’t hear you, slut,” he growled addressing the audience. “I think I wanna see you beg again.” Your head was reeling from the intensity of your last orgasm, yet another one was approaching already. The way Shikamaru was treating you was pushing you closer to the edge, and he knew it too, the cocky bastard. But it felt so good that you wanted to oblige him, behave for him, just to get more. You needed more. “Please, Shika, please c-cum inside me, please, deep- i-ah-inside,” you begged and tears started to form in the corners of your eyes. “I like you like this, ya know? Messy.” He rolled his hips into yours with such skill, his cock brushing against your walls hitting every spot possible. “You want me to fuck my cum deep inside you?” He reached down and began to rub at your clit again like he did before. “Please Shika, fuck, please c-cum in m-me,” your breath ragged through your words. “But if I do that, you could get pregnant, couldn’t you?” His tone was painfully sarcastic, you knew what he wanted, and you were going to give it to him. “Yes, but I don’t care, I just want your cum, please, Shika,” you pleaded, meeting his eyes. “You all hear that? The slut doesn’t care if I get her pregnant.” You were humiliated by his harsh speech but you were even more humiliated that those were the words that pushed you over the edge, forcing your orgasm out of your already spent body. Your high pitched cries echoed around the large room and your cunt clenched around his cock. “That’s it, milk my fucking cock,” he praised, “gonna cum deep in your pretty pussy.” It was the last thing he said before he painted your walls white with his cum. It felt warm, pouring out of him and into you and you moaned softly in delight. He stilled inside you and used his forefinger to to turn your head to face him, from where it drooped against the mattress. “You’re all mine now,” he said, but this time he said it lovingly. He kissed your face, paying special attention to the places that were covered in sweat, tears, or drool. It was as if he was appreciating the art work you had become by allowing him to make a mess of you.
He pulled out of your aching cunt and you felt the aftermath of your sex spilling out on the mattress and your thighs. “Oh no, don’t waste it, love,” he chided and used two of his fingers to pick up the moisture off your thighs and push it back into your sopping pussy. “That’s my girl, take all my cum,” he praised as he watched it drip out once more, then repeating the process. You’d not only been wed to this man, but marked by him as well. No one had ever fucked you so good in your life, and now he was all yours. You could have him whenever you wanted and better yet, he wanted you. So many thoughts were spinning in your head but all you could think of was wanting Shikamaru to lay down with you. Instead he got off the bed and undid the fitted sheet, wrapping you up inside of it. “That’s it, shows over,” he announced to the crowd as he redressed in his singular garment. “Can you sit up okay?” he asked you sweetly, and held your hands to help you.
You sat up and your head was spinning but his hand on your face was bringing you stability, especially with the way his thumb was tracing your hairline. He grabbed the edges of the sheet and wrapped it around you tighter, shielding you from the prying eyes. The eyes… you’d been in such a state of bliss this time, you’d completely forgotten. Looking up was a sight to behold. The royals looked just as spent as you felt. Their breathing ragged, hair and clothes a mess. Some having stained their own clothing from their own personal activities. A few of the royals had paired off and some were still having an event of their own. In the middle of it all though was the Feudal Lord, a horrified look on his face.
Now in all the marriage nights the Feudal Lord hard witnessed thus far, he had never seen such a graphic display of possessive affection. No one had even dared address the spectators, much less spur them on during such an intimate act. Things normally went how he preferred them, an awkward and short lasting session, where the couple are red faced and looking away from the crowed and each other… he got off on watching their embarrassment, a sadist in his own right. The Feudal Lord was not only furious that things hadn’t gone as he planned but that you and Shikamaru had created a show, not only worth watching but worth participating along side. He was seething in his throne watching the two of you caress each other lovingly. He’d been told you both hated each other and figured it would be the most perfect pairing for an awkward sexual encounter. What he didn’t know was that you and Shikamaru equally had strong feelings for each other that were buried underneath a mountain of falseness, built independently to protect against rejection. The sexual tension just building for years without any knowledge until the kiss at the alter had awakened everything. The Feudal Lord could see it all clearly now, and cursed himself for setting up two people’s forever happiness instead of their unending sorrow. Now he couldn’t force a divorce, that would be too obvious, he’d just have to choose better next time, and in the mean time figure out what to do with the rest of his cum soaked court of royals who were still panting in the makeshift theatre’s velvet seats.
Shikamaru smirked as he kissed your forehead, “I guess we didn’t follow the plan but it seems the Lord is even less happy with us now… maybe he will finally put an end to these forced marriages.” You doubted this would stop him from carrying out his will but, what you were grateful for was that you’d been paired as well as you could have. “I’m just sorry it has to be this way, I don’t want you to feel forced or-“ You kissed him then, gently. Shikamaru fell into the touch and closed his eyes. “I also wish we’d started with dating… but I’m just glad that if I’m forced to marry anyone, it’s you.”
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✎Teaching The Brat A Lesson (Shikamaru x Reader)
Request: I accidentally deleted the initial ask, but it was something simple and along the lines of public sex with Shikamaru.
Summary: You’ve always acted like a brat when you didn’t get your way, but when you take it too far your boyfriend has to teach you a lesson you’ve somehow forgotten.
Warnings: literally just whore knee nsfw, public sex, degrading?? embarrassement?? Brat taming 10000%, Also very fucking whore knee reader and very long?? Or longer than what I usually write. SEMI PROOFREAD IM SORRY!!
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You had been teasing him all day.
He should have figured it out the minute you stepped outside your apartment in his favourite skirt. The black fabric hugged tight on your body, showing off your perfect legs...
Or maybe he should have realized it when you bent down on the way to the restaurant, adjusting your shoe strap. Your back arched as you bent down, enough to perk your ass up right infront of him, the impossibly short fabric of your skirt riding up enough to give him a little preview of what you were wearing underneath — his favourite panties, the emerald lace ones.
More of your teasing ensued until there was an uncomfortable tent in poor Shikamarus pants, forcing him to take off his jacket and hold it low to his chest in attempt to conceal the ordeal. He refused to let you see just how much you were getting to him, but by the smug look on your face you already knew.
You thought that you won, too. That he was going to go ahead and let you have your way. That he was going to fuck you in the bathroom of the restaurant or just take you home and have his way with you. So when he opened the door to diner with a face of false relaxation, you stomped your foot almost child-like. Give in, give in, give in, lord why won’t be give in! He ignored your stomping and walked into the restaurant, looking as unbothered as usual, asking the hostess casually for a table for two.
He was never one to give in to your bratty tendencies, and today wasn’t going to be any different. But you’ve just been such an entitled thing today — more than usual. First, you didn’t want to go to the restaurant with him, begging to be fucked instead and you whined miserably over the phone when he refused. He wanted to take his girl out for once. You whined at his refusal, a dinner date would have been nice if he hadn’t just come back from a week long mission. You didn’t care for a dinner anymore, you only cared for him being between your legs. Then you hung up with a pout. Shikamaru wanted to kick himself for not fixing your ass right when got to your apartment. Instead, he walked straight into your trap and the only option he had left was to remind you who was in charge, as you clearly seem to have forgotten since the last time...
Letting an annoyed huff slip from your lips, you followed the waiter to your booth. Shikamaru trailed behind you with a hand in his pocket while the other carried his coat infront of him. The restaurant was dimly lit and you had a table in an empty corner of the space. It was a Monday night so there was few people in the restaurant, not that you noticed. You didn’t really care to notice anything but your own aching core. Miserably, you began to step toward the seat opposite your boyfriend, the waiter disappearing after setting the menus down.
You didn’t wait for the waiter to fully leave before you stuck your tongue out at Shikamaru. Causing the waiter to snicker a little. Your boyfriends eyebrow twitched in annoyance, that was the last straw. Before you could make any further move to sit down, he reached for your arm, tugging you harshly away from the seat opposite him. “Nu-uh.” Shikamaru scolded, grabbing you and pulling you down next to him in the booth. You gasped slightly, allowing him drag you down — thighs burning as their bare flesh slid against the sleek wood of the bench, making a loud squeak in protest, “where do you think you’re going?” He asked with a falsely sweet tone, hand still gripping your arm. The burning sensation on your thighs quickly moved towards your core at his sudden change in attitude — you had finally pissed him off enough.
A lick of heat brushed against your earlobe as he leaned closer to you, slipping you out of your thoughts as his voice whispered lowly into your ear. “Such a fucking tease, that’s what you are. Thought you could get away with that?” He reached for your hand, removing the jacket from his lap and placing your warm palm over his previously hidden erection. Your mouth opened slightly at the contact and he pressed your hand down firmly. Your soft hand was so inviting Shikamaru almost moaned right then and there, but this wasn’t about him — not yet at least.
You started to grow impatient as he simply held your hand down, teasing you. Pouting you tried to palm eagerly at his dick, but Shikamaru had a firm grip on your hand, preventing you from moving it. Desperately In need of some release you rubbed your thighs together — trying to relieve some tension from your body. You didn’t care that you were in a public space, and you wanted to sob miserably when your boyfriends hand instantly came down to stop the action with an annoyed scoff. You weren’t listening to him, so he repeated his previously ignored question a bit forcefully. “Think you could get away with all that? With giving me one of these in the middle of the fucking village?” His pressed your hand harder onto his clothed dick, mouth still hovering over your ear.
His tone was gruff, angry and frustratingly familiar. It was tone he used when you had gone too far the last time. You remembered what happened to you — face pressed into the mattress with tears streaming down your cheeks. Shikamaru above you and refusing to let you cum, ignoring your pleas completely... Your hips jerked up into the air a little at the memory, god, you were really in for it now. You hated when he didn’t listen to you and when he punished you like that, you hated not being allowed to cum when you wanted to, but it seemed as though you had willfully skipped right down that road tonight, wihout paying so much as a thought to the consequences.
“S-Shikamaru..” You fumbled to form a coherent sentence, a snide remark, something, anything.. but your brain was fogging up from the memory of the last time you had got him pissed of like this and the only thing you could say was his name — that and incoherent rambles. It made him laugh. For fucks sake, he hadn’t even done anything to you yet and you were already this far gone.
He was enjoying the mess you were making of yourself, he really was. In fact it took every ounce of remaining patience in his body to refrain from giving into you. Seeing you like this, with your hand so willingly around his clothed cock and your face flushed red with need in the middle of goddamn fucking restaurant made him want to take you home and fix you up real nice. But he knew he shouldn’t, if he did you wouldn’t learn your lesson and you’d just pull this stunt again, you needed to learn. Before he could open his mouth again you had managed to form a sentence.
“Please.. please.. I need you to make you feel good! Just take me home — let’s go home, Shika..” You begged, still ignoring his question, turning your head to try and face him, but his mouth was still pressed up against your ear.
You were so persistent, so selfish that you kept squirming and trying to relieve yourself in any way possible. Shikamaru was more than grateful that the restaurant was nearly empty and the waitress still hadnt come by, if they did they would have seen his girlfriend practically grinding herself down on the bench. “God, you’re acting like a fucking bitch in heat, y/n. Wait till we go home.” He snarled, grip tightening on your body.
“Shikamaru,” you whined again, unhappy with his answer you shook your head, “take me to the bathroom and have your way with me..” he scowled, feeling his cock twitch at your desperate begging, you could feel it under your palm. Did you ever shut up?
He shoved your hand off his cock, before grabbing the menu and shoving it at you, waiting for you to pick it up, but you just pouted. “Take it. You’re gonna order for us, you fucking brat.” You whined again at his name for you, but pricked the menu from his hands obediently. You’d been to this restaurant so many times before that you already knew what you wanted. Did he really think making you order the food was going to be a challenge? You quickly moved an arm to make the waiter come over.
You were so confident when you turned to call the waiter, so fucking smug you were gonna get your way that Shikamaru had to stifle a laugh. God were you too horny to remember Shikamaru was your boyfriend, since when did he ever make thing this easy for you, especially after the way you’d been behaving?
“Y/n, y/n.. When would I ever make things this easy for you?” But before you could really understand what those words meant, you felt one of his hands push your ass closer to the edge of the bench resulting in another searing sensation on your thighs. You did your best to ignore him as you successfully grabbed the attention of a waiter, your face twisting in satisfaction, but boy was it going to be short lived.
Just as you were about to turn your head and give Shikamaru a triumphant look, maybe stick your tongue out again too, you felt his hand creep past your skirt and up to your skimpy panties, wasting no time to push the fabric aside and plunge two fingers right into your pussy. The very sudden intrusion made you gasp, choking on air as the waiter finally arrived at the table.
Your boyfriend relished in watching you stumble over your words as you attempted to place your order. Shikamarus fingers concealed beneath the table as he worked at you. At first he kept the pace of his fingers slow — because you were a stuttering mess even at that pace — but as soon as you managed to adjust and say something coherent he would curl them again, sending you into a stuttering once more.
“Sorry,” Shikamaru apologized to the confused waiter with a dramatic sigh, “she’s just so shy. Cant say a single thing to a stranger save her life. It’s cute she wanted to try and order for us though, isn’t it?” He posed the question to no one in particular, despite the waiters presence. Shikamaru was only half paying attention to the sever, his eyes trained on your face as he watched you writhing.
The waiter nodded politely and you felt your face burn more than it already was. It was such a bold faced lie, you were never shy. Especially after how confident you looked calling the waiter over a few minutes ago, it seemed like such a hard thing to believe. And not to mention you were regulars at the damn place, they knew just how obnoxious you could be. God, the whole village knew. But having Shikamarus digits pumping into you right now had made you do a full 180. The show continued a bit longer than Shikamaru expected, afterall he figured you were a smart girl and he knew you would find a way around the issue, but your brain was in shambles as a result of what he was doing to you. So it took you a little longer to wiggle out of his own trap, laying the menu flat and just pointing at what you wanted — however even that proved to be difficult with your vision all blurred.
“Ah,” Shikamaru chided as the waiter scribbled down everything you pointed at (you gave up and just started pointing at random things), “giving up so soon? Well.. At least you tried.” He sighed playfully as the waiter finished and hurried off to place the order, wanting to escape your odd behaviour.
Once the waiter was completely out of sight, Shikamarus pace let up a bit and you managed to say your boyfriends name clearly. Your intent was to have the words come out in an angry tone, but instead they came out as a needy whine. Your hands moving to grip onto your thighs, nails digging in to give you some more desperate relief.
He refused to stop, returning to his ruthless pace, his fingers scissoring now at a pace impossibly faster than before. His thumb moved to rub furiously at your clit. You leaned down as your orgasm began to approach, feeling that familiar heat in the pit of your stomach. Shikamaru could see a little bit of drool about to pool out of your mouth and it only fueled for him to go faster. You were a good girl when it came to staying quiet, but the pleasure you were experiencing now made it quite difficult to stifle your noises. It was too exciting and nerve wracking at the same time. Little whimpers slipped out of your mouth, but they were masked by your hand. To any other table in the restaurant it almost looked like you were just innocently stifling a giggle.
He could feel your walls clenching around his digits and he suddenly halted their movements. You turned your head to look at him in shock, eyes blown with lust and eager for a release. The only thing your muddled brain could manage to do was make a confused noise of protest.
He laughed, savouring the sight of you squirming against the booth. “Did you forget, y/n? This is a punishment not a reward. You’d be stupid to expect I’d let you enjoy yourself.” The pace of his fingers grew tantalizingly slow in comparison to the speed they were ravishing you with seconds before, his thumb retracting from your clit. For a second you thought about just grinding yourself down on them until you came, but you knew that would only make the situation worse for you.
So you did your best to take it, hoping he would quicken the pace again if you were good. God, you were so close to cumming, his fingers were all you could think about, but as quick as they were plunged in was as quick as they left. He pulled them out completely, with a little lewd noise following suit as they left your wetness, leaving you unbearably empty. He brought the digits out discreetly from under the table. Wiping them off on a napkin. The actions stinging your eyes, so much so that tears flowed down your cheeks, why did he stop? and more importantly, why didn’t he lick you off his fingers instead of wipe them off?
He noticed the tears brimming your cheeks and stared at you disapprovingly, “Don’t you dare cry, y/n, you did this to yourself. Wipe your tears away.” You reached up to wipe them off your face with a quiet sob, having no energy left to disobey. He felt the strain of his cock through his pants at the sight of your watery eyes and the sound of the little whines leaving your mouth. He did this to you, he made you this desperate mess. His cock was becoming too much for him to ignore, he grabbed your wrist away from your face and forced it against his dick again, your damp tears mixing with the pre cum of the fabric of his pants.
“Finish what you started and maybe, just maybe I’ll let you cum. Only if you help me like a good girl.” You nodded eagerly with a sniffle as he planted your hand on his clothed bulge and you immediately set to work. You choked a little on your spit as you wiped the corner of your mouth with your other hand, a hiccup leaving your lips as you worked at him. You could see a dark spot on his pants as you began pumping at him faster. He managed to slide himself a bit farther down the table to further disguise your actions as you continued.
He was going to cum fast. Afterall he had been rock hard most of the walk through the village and had been in need of a release since. Not to mention the fact that he had just fingered you in front of a waiter, turning him on even more and of course your brattiness never failed to get him going either.
You watched his face, his head leaning back against the bench as you felt him twitch more and more under your palm. He was close and you continued working at him, the stimulation of the fabric of his clothes helping him over the edge. He came with a loud groan that he covered up with a cough. Your faces reddening as you felt a table turn its attention to you for a split second, before returning to their own conversation. You continued to pump at him, you were being a good girl right? Helping him ride his orgasm out, he would for sure help you cum next, right?
As he finally came down from his high, he shoved your hand off his cock lazily, gathering his composure again. Now that his own need was taken care of it was much easier to punish you. He straightened up, ignoring your expectant gaze as he put his hands on the table casually. Your mouth dropped open at how he was seemingly ignoring your presence.
“Shika..” you whined, grabbing at his arm but he refused to let you move it. You settled for tugging at his sleeve, “Shika what about me?”
“What about you?” He said, his breathing still a little heavy as he was still coming down from his high.
“I was a good girl wasn’t I? You said if I was I could cum.”
“Well I didn’t say I would help you, now did I?” He said with a smirk, turning to watch your already flushed expression intensify. He didn’t mean that did he? Was he going to make you finish on your own?
“Shika- “
“Would you prefer I didnt let you cum at all?” You shook your head slowly, letting your hands trail extremely slowly down to your skirt as you thought over what you were about to do. You didn’t want your fingers, they weren’t nearly as good as his own... maybe if you begged-
“What? Are you shy all of the sudden?” He snickered, impatiently grabbing your hand and guiding it to your core himself, positioning your fingers so as to have your middle and pointer out while the others were bunched into a fist. With his other hand he pushed aside your underwear, allowing his hand to plunge your own into your core.
Once again, you find yourself gasping. You were still dripping from the last intrusion, making it easier for Shikamaru to guide your hand in and out of your sopping pussy. Your high didnt take to long to come either, extremely turned on by the fact that Shikamaru guiding your own fingers to fucking you senseless.
It was your turn to be worried if anyone was around, if the waiter was coming with your food, but no one was paying you two any mind. You were glad for that as Shikamaru was no longer being very discreet with the movements of his arms and your lip was most definitely bleeding from how hard you tried to stifle your noises.
You came with a loud “hrmph,” your teeth crushing brutally on your lip preventing the full noise to come out. You felt your pussy clenching around your fingers as Shikamaru finally let his hand go, leaving yours limp in your hole, lazily riding out your orgasm on your own. You were drained, processing what just happened as you pulled your fingers out carefully. Shikamaru took your hand and wiped it off on a napkin before dropping it, letting your arm fall against the table as you tried to gather yourself.
Before you really could, the smell of food wafted to your nose and Shikamaru smirked, the waiter placing more dishes down than the two of you could possibly eat on your own. You couldnt help but smile in hazy satisfaction at your last little jab at Shikamaru. He hadn’t paid much attention to what you were ordering when he was finger fucking you. He cursed himself for promising you over the phone that he would pay the bill.
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