[Artwork is not mine! Credit to viziiro]
Requested by: @meugod (and others)
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
Nick Name(s): Little/Fawn, Baby Girl, Babe
Age-Gap (older man/younger woman)
Power Imbalance (teacher/student)
Thoughts of harm to others
I think ima make another prequel and possibly one more part :)
I’ve behaved. I’ve been behaving for the past month. No longing looks. No weird conversations. No touching. No inappropriate behaviors or thoughts of any kind while my Little Fawn is near. Not a single one…
Except when I’m alone in my office. When there’s nothing but silence, memories, and Namiashi’s perfume that seems to seep into every and anything possible. Except when it’s late at night when I’m surrounded by undone paperwork or in a loveless bed with my wife. Except when I go to pick up Shikadai from preschool on my student’s days off; her days off she spends helping at the nursery. Her days off she spends playing with my son, holding him in her arms, his bag slung over her shoulder as she fills me in on his day during pick-up.
Except when my terribleness bubbles and I’m left with my hand around my dick, rubbing myself to the photo of us I have stashed in a book, hidden away on my bookshelf over-flowing with information and journals from past Chiefs, packed full of advice on how to run our clan. Except when my mind runs wild with the reminder I’m going to be left alone, for three long days with my beautiful Fawn. Just her, me, and our minor mission to pass off documents to my lovely Brother-In-Law. A mission I’ve kept quiet from my wife so I could take my student with me instead.
Except when my eyes brand the photo of us into my mind. It’s not even just us. The photo is from two years ago, Shikadai’s first trip to the lake. He’s in my arms, leaning across me to grab at Namiashi-Chan. I’m looking down at her, talking about one thing or another, but she…
She’s looking up at me, my son’s ice cream in one hand, her’s in the other with a spoon full of the treat snug between her lips as she focuses on me. My Fawn’s eyes are wide, full focus on me as she listens. I don’t remember what I was saying, but I do remember what I was thinking. I was thinking about her swimsuit, the way the tassels of her top brushed against her skin, how much I hate the see-though coverup wrapped around her hips, somehow hiding less skin than the actual bikini bottoms do, and how easily the strings of either section could loosen and give away to the bits hidden away; not like there was a lot hidden away.
I’m a terrible man for using this picture to get off. My son is in it. My Fawn is still sixteen in it… but I don’t have any other photos of her. I should take more photos of her.
I really shouldn’t take more photos of her.
But I can’t help it. These moments, alone, with my thoughts drowning with her, seem like the only thing keeping things “professional” between us like she asked.
Still, my dick, trapped in my hand, twitches at the thought of having more photos of my Fawn. Photos of her dumb eyes that soften and get so round every time she sees me. Photos of her in that stupid oversized shirt her dad gave her that she still sleeps in. A perfect photo of her leaned over my desk, legs spread with a skirt hiked up and me dripping out of her.
My dick twitches again, my muscles tightening this time. My hand tightens too, wrapping the tissue I have more securely around my tip to catch all the mess that spills. The mess that wetness and warms the thin sheet.
Like clockwork, my stomach stirs as my guilt and disgust come crashing over me. Thoughts of my wife and my son, of my child of a student, of my duties, my clan, all stir in my head, forcing the drops of disgust to fall faster. I knew I shouldn’t have had that fish for lunch, it’s going to suck coming back up, all because of my pretty shogi partner.
My stomach folds itself as I raise my hand to the door, willing myself to knock on it again.
Where’s my Fawn? Why didn’t she answer the first time? I’m a little early, about five minutes, but she should be around, packing for our mission or simply waiting for me to pick her up at the agreed time. Did I get the time wrong? Maybe I told her one instead of noon. I don’t make simple mistakes like that.
Though, I didn’t think I was a terrible man either but proceeded to ease myself in my office, to a photo of us… and my son… less than ten minutes ago.
My knuckles click against the wood, trying to use the sound to drown both my thoughts and the feeling of my stomach trying to rid what’s left in it. Not like there’s a lot there. Most of it is in the trash can next to my desk.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! Have some patience,” A voice calls from the other side of the door. A deep voice. The deep voice of Raido.
My jaw clenches, deep breaths being sucked into my lungs as I try to will myself to not feel sick. I have nothing to worry about. He knows nothing, and he definitely doesn’t know what I did in my office, and he doesn’t know that it’s slowly turning into an everyday habit. I’m not sure I can say the same about my receptionist though.
“What is so urgent that - ”
Raido cuts himself off, his scowl quickly dropping when he sees me, replaced with the same smile I see on his daughter’s face, more so in my memories than in person recently. His smile quickly falls, replaced with the same worried face my Fawn tends to wear when she can tell I feel sick.
“Are you okay? You look sick, Shikamaru.”
“Ya, I just - ” rubbed one out to the thought of your daughter “ - ate some bad fish.”
His head nods as he pushes the door open, ushering for me to enter. “I take it you ate at Yakiniku Q? I don’t know what it is, but their new cook just can’t cook the fish right. My advice? Steer clear of it until they replace him.” Actually, I ate the lunch my wife packed me but I’m not willing to blow my cover to fix that small fact.
Sickness bubbles in my throat at the reminder of my wife. My wife that’s going to be pissed beyond belief when she finds out where I’m going for my mission. My wife that’s going to leave a sore spot on the back of my head when I get home from said mission. My wife that I’m leaving home so I can take my student on this trip, alone. My beautiful student who wouldn’t dream of putting her hands on me outside of sparring and other training matters. My student that doesn’t seem to be here.
My eyes sweep over the small house again, slowly scanning the living room and parts of the kitchen I can see. There’s no sign of her anywhere, besides the smoke-colored cat perched on the kitchen counter. She named it Ven, a play on the word venison, and another screaming reminder that I’m the one who gave her the nasty feline. Another nasty reminder of why she has the cat, or more so, what she did to get the cat. Chills drag up my spine at the reminder. I’m a really terrible man.
“Where’s your daughter?” I mutter, tearing my eyes away from the dreadful creature. I also make my breaths deeper to push the sickness down that’s trying to claw its way up my throat.
“My baby girl is upstairs with Tanjiro.”
My head snaps toward Raido, my inner disgust put on the back burner as anger bubbles into its place. What does he mean that my Fawn is upstairs with Tanjiro. That’s a boy’s name, so what in the world is my student doing, alone, upstairs, with a boy?
“What?” I can hear the venom in my voice almost as much as I can feel it on my tongue. Raido’s eyebrows squeeze together and the corners of his mouth fall into a deep frown, all signs that he’s concerned with my reaction. All signs that I don’t care about right now because who knows what this Tanjiro is doing with my baby Fawn.
“My daughter is upstairs spending time with Tanjiro before you two leave for your mission. I don’t know why you’re getting so upset about it. It’s no different than you spending time with your wife and son.”
Of course, it’s different. It’s unbearable how different it is. “Personally, Raido, I wouldn’t leave my child alone, in their room, with someone of the opposite sex,” my voice is still hissy and downright disrespectful, but I can’t dig up enough respect to care.
The older man’s confusion quickly melts into anger, a more controlled fire than his daughter’s burning in his eyes. “My child is an adult, Shikamaru. An adult having some privacy with her boyfriend before she risks her life for her village, once again. You might think you have everything figured out; a clan to run, a high rank in the village, a loving wife, and a bouncing baby boy, but don’t forget you’re not an elder yet. I have been a father for fifteen years longer than you. I know what’s best for my daughter’s personal life, you know what’s best for her Shinobi career. Stay in your space before I rip my daughter for your care.”
My fingertips tingle, the shadows of the house yanking on my chakra, begging me to use them. Begging me to strangle this Tanjiro, this boyfriend Namiashi-Chan seems to have found. Begging me to hurt my student’s father, to punish him for allowing this to happen, to feed him pain until he can’t even fathom the thought of pulling my Fawn from me. To do any and everything possible to take out the two blaring threats of my doe-eyed girl no longer being mine.
The click of my jaw opening fills the silent place, acting like a spark in a room of gasoline. My words bubble in my throat, pushing up to my mouth, but beating cut off before they spill over.
“Sensei!” The melody of my student’s voice feels like a pale of water being thrown on the flames of my anger, instantly snuffing it out. “I thought I heard you talking to Dad. Is everything alright?”
Just like that, my anger is back. I’ve learned to hate the word ‘dad’ over the years. It’s all I heard about the first two years of being Namiashi-Chan’s teacher. ‘My dad, my dad, my dad’.
‘My Dad said that’s the wrong way to do it.’
‘My Dad always cooks my dinner.’
‘My Dad would cut my steak for me.’
‘My Dad never makes me carry my bag.’
The only thing worse than that is her uncles. If Raido doesn’t do it for Namiashi-Chan, her uncles do. She’s the most spoiled girl I’ve ever met. Hinata is a literal princess, but somehow she’s less spoiled than my student.
Despite the annoyance it brings me, it also brings me some inspiration. I can only hope my bond with Shikadai is anywhere close to my Fawn’s bond with her father. I hope my son compares every man in his life to me because he sees me as this great man who can do no wrong. I hope I can truly be that great man one day, but it doesn’t seem like today will be that day. Especially with the way my dick twitches at the sight of the girl in front of me.
She’s smiling down at me, standing high enough on the stairs that I have to look up to see her. Her hair is braided in a sort of crown on her head, the true princess of the Namiashi clan even if her father isn’t the chief, before it melts into a ponytail. Perfectly made to hold as she’s cradled between my legs. She’s prepared for the harsh heat of the Sand Village, wearing shorts that hug her thighs just right. I can only imagine how well they make her butt look. The shirt hanging on her stops halfway down her stomach, the rest of her covered by the see-through mesh she’s adopted into her style through the years. A style of my clan. Like always, Raido’s dog tags are in place, dangling around her neck and resting just low enough to tease her breasts.
“Hey, Baby Girl,” Raido murmurs, his daughter being the end of his anger as much as she is for me. “Everything is fine. Shikamaru and I were just having a minor disagreement.”
“See?” Another voice butts in, too low to be a girl but too high to be one of her uncles. The voice is paired with the creaking of stairs, the sound pulling my Fawn’s attention away from me. “You were worried for no reason.” A young man, presumably Tanjiro, settles on the step behind my student, his hand automatically wrapping around the back of her neck as he tilts his head down to brush a kiss on her cheek. “You get too anxious before missions, babe. Stop psyching yourself out over nothing, anxiety isn’t a good trait for a Shinobi.”
“I guess,” my student murmurs, her eyes swimming in admiration, big and round like they are when she looks up at me. How they only should be when she looks at me.
The tingling returns to my skin, my hand flexing to try and rid the feeling before I do something I can’t take back. My mind has been made up. This boy won’t stay, can’t stay. If Raido won’t do anything to scare him off, I will. I’ll be damned if he ever touches my Fawn again, if he ever belittles her for being worried, if he ever criticizes her Shinobi skills. I’ll cut his hands off if I have to, slit his throat so he can’t speak. No one is allowed to lecture my student on her skills, besides me.
“Namiashi, we’re leaving.”
Anger still strangles every nerve in my body, leaving me in a sour mood all day. This isn’t how I wanted to spend the first part of the mission with my Fawn. I wanted to spend it laughing with her, admiring her lack of clothing, melting her smile into every inch of my mind, but of course, I didn’t get that.
Bad men don’t get good things. They get jealous of a literal teenager and her boyfriend. They get constant replies of memories they want to ignore, reminders of said boyfriend kissing said student’s cheek. They get thoughts of their Fawn actually kissing that boy, of her smiling at him, hugging him, fucking him. Constant thoughts about how I shouldn’t care, how I should be happy for her, how it’s wrong that all I can think about is ways to keep her to myself. Thoughts of how I’ve never been this angry about Temari interacting with any man and yet I’m fuming over such an innocent moment my student had with her romantic partner.
I let out another slow exhale, the smoke of my cigarette almost invisible in the dark midnight sky. The soft candlelight from the tent lights the grey smoke for barely a moment before it melts into the sky. My Fawn is asleep, curled up in a ball with nothing but that annoying shirt she’s been wearing to bed for years now. It fits her a bit better than when she was a child, but the hem still rests low, just low enough to cover her panties. It’s too hot, easily breaking a hundred degrees, so she hasn’t paired any pants with it.
It’s a beautiful sight, my not-so-small-anymore student curled up, the candlelight dancing across her skin, her panties teasing me as the dark fabric of them poke out between her thighs. My fingers curl into the dirt under me as I peek into the tent, peaking through the small opening I left when I came out for a smoke. The dirt is still made of soil, but hints of sand are mixed in, signaling the closeness to the Sand Village.
My Fawn lets out a sigh, soft and barely loud enough for me to hear. Still, it catches my attention. The girl’s movements are muddy, dancing with sleep as she rolls onto her back. Her arm stretches out, running across the cot for a moment before falling still. It’s another habit of hers, searching for someone next to her as she sleeps. It’s a leftover effect of the co-sleeping she did with her father when she was younger. It’s a small thing I’ve noticed Shikadai picking up on too.
When our son was born, I fought with Temari to let him co-sleep with us. I saw how close it made my kunoichi with her father and wanted that for my son and us. Overall, I won but my wife has continually reminded me that when he gets too old to sleep with us, I’ll be the one responsible for breaking that habit.
I scan over my Fawn, drinking in every detail of the new position. Her legs have fallen further open, showing the dark green color of her underwear. Here I thought they were black. No, they’re a forest green, one that reminds me of an off-attempt at my clan’s color. My mind swirls with the remainder of the camera in my bag. Just because I couldn’t bring myself to tell Temari about the trip doesn’t mean my son is going to suffer. I fully plan to bring him home souvenirs and photos of the other village of his heritage.
But, I could use the camera for other means as well. I have more than enough Polaroids. Besides, perhaps a better photo of her will help calm my nerves. Help me adapt to this new boyfriend she’s gone and collected. I still haven’t figured out how my student managed to get a partner without me noticing. Perhaps I’ve been giving her a little too much freedom and too much time unsupervised. Though I fully believed she was okay in her father’s care. Apparently, I was wrong. He’d willing to let her around anyone she pleases. How could Raido be so empty-minded about his daughter? If I had a daughter, she wouldn’t be allowed around any boy I don’t see as fit. Why should that be any different for my Fawn?
I let my hand fall, snuffing my cigarette out on the ground so I can return to our tent, to my student, to the constant twitch in my dick, and the never-ending thoughts in my head. My student looks even more beautiful closer up, hidden away in our tent, the darkness locked out once I have the opening zipped closed. My heartbeat pumps in my pants, egging me to move closer to her.
I make my breaths deeper, moving slowly as I crawl across the small room to grab my bag. One photo won’t hurt. If anything, it’ll help. Besides, I’ll feel better if I have a photo not including my son.
I repeat my thoughts, slowly rolling every syllable in my head as I take my camera out and slide back across the room. “It’s for the best. It’ll help,” I whisper to myself, holding the device up to situate the frame how I want it. My Fawn’s legs frame the lens, her covered pussy being the focus point. I barely think as I snap the picture, the soft buzzing of the picture printing filling the silent room.
If one photo will help, two would be so much better. Or possibly three, four, five? It won’t hurt any. I’m the only one going to see them and I’ll happily die before letting them get into the hands of another person.
My hands tremble as I set the camera on the bed. They continue to shake as I inch my student’s shirt up, letting the material slip up and over her head, before settling it on the floor. My breath ticks at the sight of her bare, hands jerking to grab my camera. I can’t help but be eager as I snap photos of her, littering the floor in photos. Photos of her breasts, her bare stomach, her peaceful face, her smooth neck decorated with the chain of her necklace, the hickey on her collar bone.
The device slips from my hands when my mind clears enough to make a bit of sense, the camera clucking when it makes contact with the floor. There is a hickey on my student. I hickey very much not from me. A hickey from that disgraceful boyfriend of hers. Anger and jealousy rush through me, a tidal wave of deadly mixture.
I can’t stop myself from jerking forward, my hands wrapping around her thighs. My fingers still shake with anger as I grip my pretty Little Fawn, her skin warm and melting into my palms. I let my touch slide further up her thighs, only stopping when I have a grip on her hips. Since Tanjiro feels the need to give her to me marked, I’ll very happily return the favor.
My head tucks downward, my lips sliding against the skin of her inner thighs. The lightness doesn’t stay for long, chased away by my lips and teeth alike. I suck on a chunk of my student’s skin, my teeth grazing her soft flesh to leave my mark. It feels like I black out as I mark my student, minutes running together as I slide between her thighs, across her hips, up her stomach, and over the hills of her boobs.
When my nose finally nuzzles her neck, my anger is simply a simmer, the same can’t be said about my Little Fawn’s skin. Dark blotches coat more of her than I wanted, hickeys and bite marks shining against her skin. My fingertips slide against each one, enjoying the color and the dips left by my teeth. She’s going to be fuming in the morning, she’s going to hate me, she’s never going to talk to me again after this mission.
My hand jumps off her skin, shoving its way past the waistband of my boxers. If Namaishi-Chan is going to be angry, I might as well have what I want anyway. What’s she going to do? She’s already going to hate me, so what’s stopping me from taking what I want? I tug my dick out of my boxers, letting it rest against the panties that are too coincidentally the color of my clan.
I’m a bad man; I know that now. I know I’m terrible. I’ve murdered people before and would willingly do it again. I thought about doing it just this afternoon. Thought about murdering an innocent boy for selfish reasons. I’ve been lusting after a child for years. I married a woman I don’t love for personal restraint. I had a child with a woman I didn’t love because it was expected of me. I adore my son, truly, but I couldn’t care less about his mother if I tried. I’ve been grooming my student since the very start. Doing things I shouldn’t do. Bribing her for moments of pleasure. Touching her in ways I shouldn’t. Thinking about her in improper ways. Keeping and taking less-than-appropriate photos of her. And now... Now I’m going to take the one thing that’s been driving me crazy for years.
I’ll fix it all tomorrow if I must. I’ll pay for her therapy. I’ll leave my wife. I’ll let Shikadai grow without a dad with the simple hope of him having a better man to model himself after. I’ll let Raido kill. I’ll let Namaishi-Chan kill me if she wishes. I’ll step down as the Nara chief. I’ll stop down as the Hokage’s advisor. Whatever I have to do, just for this one night, these few moments, for this single memory.
I bury my face into my Fawn’s neck, hiding from the candlelight, from the disgusting man I am. My hands shake, for different reasons this time, as I cling to her waist. My hips slide against hers, grinding my boner against the annoying barrier between her and me. The last annoying barrier, one that I can control, but I can’t get rid of it yet. I need to calm down, take my time, and savor this if I’m really willing to throw my whole life away. Her life. Temari’s life. Shikadai’s life. The clan’s reputation. The Hokage’s reputation. The Village's and possibly the Sand’s reputation... But I need this, just once. At least once.
My lips brush against her neck, her skin and the metal of her necklace dancing against my mouth. “I love you, Fawn. So much... So much so that it’s killing me,” I whisper, the words seeming so loud at the moment. My hand trembles as I slide it down, off her waist, and toward her hip. It feels like fire is licking my fingertips as they brush against the band of her panties, a fire that strengthens when I slide underneath the material. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You deserve better. You deserve a good man. A man like your father. A man like my father.”
Tears spill out of my eyes, wetting my Fawn’s neck, but it’s not the wetness that matters at the moment. I don’t want this to hurt her, I want her to feel as okay as possible in the morning. I want some part of her to be well, even if it’s just her physicality.
I continue whispering “Sorry”s and “I love you”s as my fingertips slide through her, letting the feeling of her pussy burn into my memory. When I dip a finger into my Fawn’s pussy, excitement mixes with the darkened feelings in my chest. This is what I’ve been so desperate for. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. She is all I want. A perfect life would be made of her, Shakidai, my dad, and me. That is my paradise.
Another finger slides in as my thumb stumbles onto her clit, rubbing slow circles into the nerve bundle. My Fawn is going to feel good; I’ll make sure of it. It’s the least I can do. Her breathing picks up from the stimulation, my fingers curling and thumb swirling to ease an orgasm out of her, all while my mind is screaming pleas of her staying asleep and my mouth is whispering apologies and love.
A murmured moan slips out of my student’s mouth, her hands back to exploring the bed; my prayers are ignored as she comes undone. “Sensei?” She whispers, her voice airy from her heavy breathing as her hands quickly find me. My skin burns with arousal at the feeling of her hands finding my waist, sliding up and down my bare back. My hand is drenched from her juices, a smaller, slightly less desired paradise.
“Go to sleep, Fawn,” I whisper in her ear, pulling out my fingers. My chakra buzzes, the shadows in the small space jumping to my command and snuffing out the candles. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“What are you doing?” She’s barely awake, evident in her voice and the way her hips lift when I slide her panties off. Her hands are quickly growing looser too, seconds away from letting me go as she slips back into sleep. I doubt she’ll remember any of this in the morning. I hope she doesn’t remember any of this in the morning. Well, I small part of me does.
“Just... coming back from a smoke,” I whisper, holding my breath as the lie hangs in the air. Still, I don’t stop my movements, sliding her underwear off her legs before situating myself between her knees.
“Oh, okay.” The answer is barely present as my Fawn settles back into her dream realm, her body twisting in an attempt to lay on her side.
I situate her back in place, laid on her back so I can admire all of her. So, I can watch her boobs bounce when I slide into her, so I can see the calmness of her face, so I can admire her skin taunted with proof of me covering every inch of her. A moan hisses out between my teeth when I bottom out, my balls resting against the still-warm cum from my Fawn’s orgasm.
“I love you. I really love you. I love you so much, Fawn,” I spill out, slowly dragging my dick out of her before pushing it back in. My hands are clammy and heavy as I grip her waist again, my eyes glued to her chest to watch how it moves while I fuck her. “I’m sorry, Little Fawn. So sorry, but I need this. I need it so bad that it’s killing me from the inside out.”
Tears blur my vision as I look down at her, the droplets falling to decorate her cheeks in my sadness, in my love. I wish she was awake. I wish I could hear more than her sleepy moans. I wish I could experience her true reaction instead of her fast asleep, defenseless as I violate her. I wish I would have never married Temari. I wish my student to not hate me in the morning so I can leave my wife and spend what’s left of my time with my perfect student. I wish I was a better man.
But I know I never will be, because as I thrust myself in once again, push myself as deep into my Fawn as I can, assuring not a drop of cum gets anywhere but in her, the only thing on my mind is the thought of snapping a photo of me slowly dripping out of her pussy.
The rough material of the cot under me scrapes against my palm, a bittersweet reminder that I’m not home, that Dad isn’t downstairs making breakfast, and that Ven isn’t curled up against me. However, it is a nice reminder that I’m with Sensei, that he’s either asleep next to me or outside having a smoke or even working on some pile of paperwork as he waits for me to wake up and choose what we have for breakfast. It’s a nice reminder that he spent all night asleep next to me instead of his wife.
The thought adds a tinge of sadness to my chest. Temari is a good person, an amazing shinobi, and an excellent mother. It makes me sad that I like her husband so much. It makes me sad that Shikamaru is so mean to her and that I’m part of the, if not the whole, reason why he does.
I push myself up until I’m seated, a change that makes my collarbone ache. Tanjiro is a nice boy who treats me well so I can’t figure out why I can’t just like him back. I’ve been debating whether to end our short fling or not. I don’t want to string him on but I also can’t keep hoping Sensei will leave his wife, let alone want me. That’s something that’s never going to happen, so why put my life on hold for a ‘what if’?
The longer I sit here, slowly waking up, the more aches that fill my body. We did travel a lot yesterday so some of the aches make sense, but the more I listen to my body, the more fear trickles into my stomach. My face feels like something has dried on it, as do my thighs. Weird places of my body ache; my boobs, my thighs, my neck... my vagina.
Slowly, my eyes trail across the tent, taking a breather as I prep myself to look down. The candles are lit, which I find strange. I could have sworn the tent was pitch black when I woke up last night. My mind replays the memory as I look around more of the tent. Sensei is gone, most likely outside to smoke, leaving me alone. Papers have been placed on top of the finished game of Shogi we played last night; easily eight or nine sheets. Photos litter the foot of the cot, a complete mess of polaroids.
I lean forward, pushing them into a pile before picking them up to look through. Fear sinks into my stomach faster as I look through them. They’re photos of me. Photos of my intermit parts, of all my parts, photos of bruises and bite marks that weren’t there yesterday, and finally, a photo of a man leaking out of me.
My body moves before my head can, my hand gripping the disregarded blanket to wrap it around my nudeness and my feet moving to stand. The photos are forgotten, falling into a mess on the ground again as I move away from the bed. My training kicks in before my feelings can, pulling me toward the papers on the table, hoping they’re a hint toward last night. Sensei couldn’t... he wouldn’t... he didn’t... but my memory of the middle of the night says otherwise.
I flip through the pages on the table with my eyes, not daring to touch them for fear that they’re worse than the photos I found. The first page ends up being the only thing I need with big black letters spelling out divorce agreement at the top.
“Fawn?” The nickname is paired with a soft hand wrapping around my throat, the common feeling of Sensei’s chest pushing against my back quickly following. “I thought you were going to be asleep for longer.” The words are a whisper, drowned out by the feeling of Shikamaru’s free hand tugging the blanket up my legs, slowly daring to expose me again. “I know that you’re scared, and hurt, and probably pretty angry at me, but please... Please let me talk to you... let me make you feel good before you decide what to do. Afterall, that’s what Senseis are for right? To make sure you feel good. Make sure you feel safe when you’re out on a mission.”
“Shikamaru,” I answer, my voice wavering despite my attempt to sound stronger, to sound unafraid of him. With age, I’ve slowly started to figure out what’s been happening between us. I know this is improper, I know no other Senseis treat or talk or touch their students like mine does. I know the classic signs of grooming, it was part of our empathy training, we learned it early on so we could help and protect the people and villages affected by our enemies. I know that Sensei has been grooming me, molesting me.
Most students are just that, students, but I’m more. I’m Shikamaru’s shogi partner, I’m friends with his wife, I know his child, so has he really groomed me?
Of course not, I’m just a bit more than his student. I’m just his Little Fawn.
(Shikamaru Nara)
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(Shikamaru Nara)
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