Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again
listen i may take 4 weeks to write a 3k word chapter, and i may take 45 minutes to decide whether i should use “laugh” or “chuckle”, but at least i don’t use ai and whatever you’re getting is pure chaos from a human brain
I’m so excited about these it’s crazy. I wanted to wait to post them till I got the physical copies, but some of you who have watched the youtube vid I made for the My Neighbor Janice Youtube channel will have already seen these! They’re up now on my Etsy! Link HERE! ⭐️
Heyy I love your fic Asuma x Reader with title Home
I wonder when you will open request again because this man deserved more love🥰😳
Thank u so much before
Heyyy, thank you so much for reading! I am so glad you enjoyed it. It was super fun to write and I agree, he definitely needs more love.
Requests are unfortunately closed for the foreseeable future due to my wanting to work on my own projects. But I am always open to a drabble request or answering other questions <3
also just another little thought about loser boy naruto: you eventually promise to let him have you, HOWEVER…
instead, you play with him for so long that he’s basically drenched in sweat; edging him to the point that he’s whimpering and his cock is throbbing and twitching in your hand, leaking pre-cum, the tip as red as his face.
“see?” you say while reaching up to stroke his hair. “there’s no way you’d last if i were to let you fuck me, naruto... the way you’re acting right now proves it.”
as if on cue, he melts further into your touch, the patrionizing sweetness behind it - proving you right once again. you giggle and the way he grits his teeth in answer to your jab, trying to muffle out the strained, breathless noises that keep escaping his lips almost makes you pity him.
almost.
“besides, i’m not on birth control and you’ve got no condoms laying around,” you mumble as you quicken your pace. he’s fucking your fist at this point and you’re letting him. “you’d put a baby inside me so fast if i were to let you anywhere near my pussy-”
you don’t even get to finish the sentence because of the strangled moan he lets out as his warm seed begins to spill down your hand.
Oh no, is my Naruto obsession back? He'd be so helpless and whiny udbkdndkd. And the crazy part is, you know he's flipping y/n over after that and taking control. Yummy
I’ve just finished reading “Rain Rendezvous” and I loved it sooo much it hurts!!! Your writing is so good, Im obsessed!
Are you considering a part III? Maybe we could have Sasuke receiving his first blowjob 🫢
Hello, Nonnie! I'm getting by. Currently enjoying a crisp morning.
Ahhh, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have no plans for a Part III as it is now for that story in particular, but this did get me thinking... *wink*. NSFW beneath the cut.
Sasuke wasn't expecting this. You, on your knees, looking up at him with that somehow both pleading and demanding glimmer in your eyes.
His breath got stuck somewhere in his throat.
You were so close. Too close. Close enough that he could see the shine on your lips, the shape of your mouth opening for him as you leaned forward - fuck - and he didn't know where to put his hands. He wanted to touch you. To steady himself, steady you, but instead his hands laid uselessly at his sides.
"You don't have to." His tone came out lower than he'd intended. Truthfully, he didn't want you to stop, but he didn't know what else to say. Didn't know what he should say. Didn't know if he should say anything.
Damn you. You'd made him stupid.
Your eyes flicked up to meet his, sparkling in the moonlight pouring through the window. I want to.
He didn't know a look could convey meaning like that. You wrapped your mouth around him, so warm. And soft. And good.
He gasped sharply, surprised, as your tongue circled the head of his cock. His body fell forward into you, like he was being magnetized by the gentle scraps your teeth made along his length. Heat bloomed down his spine and deep in his stomach.
You took in more of him, even deeper, like you were desperate to memorize every inch of him. His hands finally found you and he tangled his fingers through your hair, trying to keep himself upright, as you choked on him. You looked desperate - struggling for air, gagging around him. He was torn between wanting to pull you off him to ensure you could breathe again and shoving himself further inside of you. Before he could make the decision, you wrapped your hand around the length of him you couldn't fit inside of you and stroked, dipping the tip of your tongue into his slit.
Sasuke's head lolled backwards with a sharp hiss as his nails sank deeper into your skull. With each swipe of your tongue, the heat in his stomach bubbled more and more. He moaned your name - trying to warn you, but it was too late - as he spilled himself straight into your mouth. He watched you swallow all of him as your eye lashes fluttered open, your pupils fully dilated. His entire body shuddered as you pulled back and he immediately was on his knees, kissing you hungrily, his hands roaming over every curve of your body.
"Bed," he commanded between ferocious kisses. "Now."
You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up with him, guiding you to the bed like it was his sole mission in life.
"So eager," you teased as he set you down. "Did you like it?"
He didn't answer, only looked at you with a gentle eyebrow quirk and a smirk, as he adjusted himself over you. He nuzzled his face between your neck and shoulder, placing a soft kiss to your skin. Before you could tease him more, he pushed his knee to your heat and huffed a breathless laugh at your moan.
So anyone that remembers the nightmare before Christmas cross stitch that I’m doing for someone I work with… I’m at the point where all the colour is finished except for black and there’s a fuckton (official metric) of black cause of course there is, it’s the nightmare before christmas…
Shikamaru is expecting to teach a remedial Ninjutsu class, but shows up only to find Ino waiting for him in the front benches... it seems like she actually *wants* to improve her Ninjutsu, but what else could be going on?
Hello, Nonnie! This was so fun to write - thank you very much for the request. I included the stuff from our PMs - I really hope you enjoy~!
This turned more into a one-shot, lol, so my bad. As always, I apologize for the length.
Warnings: NSFW, rimming, face sitting, 'daddy' kink, minor heartache, smoking (nicotine), loss of control, cookie monster!shikamaru, oral (m!receiving/f!receiving)
Word Count: 7k
AO3 Link here.
pic credit.
This day was turning out to be such a drag. Shikamaru sprinted through the rain, avoiding the various puddles that had accumulated on the cobblestone pathways, as he made his way towards the classroom. Days like today really made him regret telling Kakashi to sign him up as the teacher for the summer jutsu lessons. He wasn’t even a good teacher. Shikamaru had always been the type of person who learned by doing. It made him feel like an asshole, but the truth was, he didn’t have to work hard at things in order to pick them up. He needed only to practice something once and he immediately found his own rhythm, quickly grasping the concept and moving onto the next. People chalked his lack of training up to laziness, and it was much too troublesome for him to explain to them that he simply didn’t need to practice or study, that he could just simply… do it.
People like Ino and Choji weren’t so lucky. Shikamaru never tried to make them feel bad about this - he knew his situation was unique, and he wasn’t the type to mock others just because they weren’t as quick to learn a new skill as he was - often, he was the one who would actually help them study their abilities, allowing them to use him as a guinea pig. He remembered the extreme nausea that he felt the first time Ino nailed her Mind Transfer Jutsu; remembered how it felt like he had just been shot point-blank in the chest as his mind went black and he awoke in Ino’s soft embrace, her crystal clear bell voice screaming profanities and exclamations of joy as he was jostled awake and immediately writhed out of her grasp to hurl all over the ground next to her.
That was the same day he had suggested she might consider training to be a med-nin, because afterwards, she felt so bad that she doted on him insufferably. He had never told her, but he often thought back to the way her slender fingers felt as they caressed his hair out of his face, the way her floral perfume sent his mind into a spiral of daisies and lust, how her voice lulled him into a comforting trance despite him puking his guts out. He could tell by the way her small hand rubbed circles across his shoulder blades that she was a natural caregiver.
“Thanks, Ino,” he husked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, twisting his neck to look at her. “You’re really good at this stuff, and your chakra control is excellent. Maybe I’m dealing with a future med-nin here.” He smiled at her as she looked down at him, her blue eyes shining like brilliant diamonds.
Her cheeks tinted pink as she pulled away from him and twisted the end of her platinum-blonde ponytail between her fingers. “What? Me? No way!” She scoffed. “I could never do that! I only helped you because I felt bad - I mean, I was the reason for it, after all. But don’t expect me to do it again!”
Shikamaru smiled at the memory as he pulled the entrance door open and was greeted by the warm interior of the school. He shook his head lightly, raindrops spraying around, as he wiped his feet on the entryway mat. He set his backpack down on a bench and took out the paper that had his assignment for the day written onto it: Classroom 2 - Chakra Control. He folded the paper back up and slipped his bag back on as he swiftly walked through the hallowed halls, reflecting back on his time at the Academy.
He hoped the next generation wouldn’t have to endure the suffering he and his fellow comrades had. This world deserved some peace, but it was still important for the students to become great ninja - hopefully, they would never have to use their skills for war, but then again, he had never expected to, either. Maybe teaching wasn’t the worst idea. He did always love being there to witness the moment a new jutsu clicked in someone’s head; when their eyes lit up and their mouth formed into a giant grin as they hooped and hollered about their success. There were worse ways he could spend his day.
He opened the classroom door and was greeted with… no one? He looked around, confused, as he walked over behind the desk and put his backpack down on the chair. Do I have the wrong classroom? He thought, walking back to the door to check the number etched to the side of the wall: Classroom 2. Weird.
He sighed and leaned against the blackboard, placing his hands in his pockets. He was about three minutes early, so maybe this was a small class and the rain slowed them down. Shikamaru decided that waiting until ten past would be the decent thing to do and moved over to sit on the desk nonchalantly. He hated making people feel bad, and since the weather was shitty today, he was going to cut the kids some slack. The last thing he wanted was to have someone like Naruto who played pranks on him constantly, so the more relaxed he could appear to the students, the better.
At :02, the door at the far back of the classroom opened and Shikamaru pretended to be writing something down as the student took a seat. Just one so far. This is kind of awkward. Shikamaru didn’t like groups, but in a classroom setting, 1:1’s were always challenging for him. He felt like he had to be really engaging and it sort of tolled on his mental wellbeing. At least in groups, kids could bounce ideas off each other. This kid only had him - at least, for now.
He felt awkward not addressing them but moved to write Chakra Control on the blackboard in hopes that more students would arrive and his heart would stop pounding in his chest, but after a painfully slow final ‘L’, his time was up. He turned around and cleared his throat as his eyes connected onto a very familiar blonde ponytail.
“Ino?” He asked, like a moron.
She was scribbling something into her notebook, and the sound of her name made her shoulder tense slightly as her ice blue eyes found him.
“Hey, Shika!” She chirped. “It… might just be me. Sorry.”
Shikamaru threw her a small grin and shook his head. “That’s alright, but…” Would asking ‘why’ be considered rude? Ino was a great med-nin. She had some of the best chakra control out of anyone he knew, being a Yamanaka, so why this class? As always, Ino was quick-witted and responded to his unspoken question. Her ability to predict his thoughts was sort of uncanny.
“I like to take a chakra control course annually, for two reasons: 1. I like seeing the new kids and predicting who I think would make good apprentices, and 2. I learn something new from every teacher. It’s really fascinating, you know? Everyone’s chakra control technique is different, and-”
Shikamaru watched her eyes light up with excitement and her body language shift from being downturned to sitting fully upright, her arms flailing around wildly as she explained herself to him. He gave her a half smirk as he placed one foot onto the wall, leaning his back against the chalkboard and placing his hands into his front pockets lazily.
Ino had always talked a lot. Shikamaru didn’t really mind, since he never really had much to say, and he eventually even enjoyed listening to her. Of course, he would never tell her that for fear of boosting her already overflowing ego, but it was the truth. He actually had always liked listening to her talk, even way back when they were kids.
He always feigned disengagement or contentment, but one time, around when they had first been assigned to Team Ten together, Ino had been rattling on about how excited she was that she was paired with him. Shikamaru, because he was a total idiot when it came to socializing - and women, in fact, he was still an idiot when it came to those two things - had decided to yawn and tell her that she talked too much. Not only did this result in him getting smacked upside the head and berated into oblivion, but Ino stopped talking as much around him for a long time, and he actually felt… empty.
“Hey,” he had uncannily approached her after a rather rigorous training exercise one fall evening and he could tell she was taken aback by the way her eyes widened and she teetered away from him.
She flipped her ponytail over her shoulder, the tip of it swinging against his forearm and tickling him. “What?” She huffed, annoyed.
“Well-” Shikamaru clasped his hands behind his head. “I wanted to… say sorry. I was sort of a jerk back when we were first assigned together. I’m excited to be on your team, too. No hard feelings?”
Ino gaped at him, her jaw hung slightly ajar, as she fiddled with her ponytail awkwardly. A cute quirk of hers that made Shikamaru’s heart flutter every time she did it. “Is that so?” She grinned, her pearl white teeth sparkling in the fading sunlight. “How are you gonna make it up to me?”
Shikamaru sighed and turned his nose upwards, facing away from her. “We can hang out around here together… if you want. I know a nice spot to watch the sunset at this hour, it’s not too far…” he peeked over at her through the corner of his eye and saw her beaming grin grow even wider.
“I guess I could spare some time for you,” she shot up and stretched her arms above her head. “Since you practically begged me, and all!”
“SHIKAMARU!” Ino’s voice cut through his memory like a knife, slicing it in two. Shikamaru blinked rapidly and glanced over at her, her arms now crossed over her chest. She had moved down to the floor and was now standing just a few feet away, fuming.
“Shit, sorry,” he said. “I spaced out.”
“Like I said,'' Ino turned and started walking back up the stairs. “I can just leave. I don’t want to waste your time. I’ll get another class when there’s more students.”
“No!” He was surprised by the harshness of his tone as Ino twisted around, her pupils dilated. “I mean, it’s okay. I planned to be here for the day anyway.”
Her eyes softened and Shikamaru felt his stomach flip upside down as she shrugged at him, her head lightly tipping to the side. She shook her head as light blonde strands of hair swayed around her face.
“No, Shika… I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Her voice was soft as velvet. She smiled at him - the same sad smile she had been giving him ever since their mutual breakup a few years ago - and his heart broke in two all over again. Shikamaru missed Ino’s typical smile, the one that sent his heart into overdrive and turned his brain into goo. He missed holding her hand. He missed the smell of her perfume lingering on his clothes after he spent the day with her. He missed waking up next to her, seeing how the morning sun highlighted her hair in golden hues and hugged her pale body as she sprawled out across the bed, leaving him with no space of his own.
“Why not?” He took a step closer to her as she mirrored one back, clasping her hands behind her back as she clenched her lower lip between her teeth.
“Because-” Her voice cracked and she turned away and stormed up the stairs. “Shika, you know why.”
Because I’m an asshole, he thought. Because I shut you out after Asuma died. Because my father’s death pulled me apart and I didn’t want you to sew me together, so I pushed you away. Because when you reached for me, I pushed you away. Because when you told me you loved me - even after everything - I lied and told you love wasn’t what I was looking for. Because, because, because.
“I heard about you and Sai,” Shikamaru winced as soon as the words toppled out. Ino’s hand froze above the back exit doorknob, shoulders slouched. “I’m sorry.”
He saw her hesitation. Imagined the way her mind drifted in a million different directions. Shikamaru had heard about it fragmentally. Not from Ino directly - she never talked about it - but in broken pieces from people throughout the village. It apparently had been a long time coming. Sai had admitted he felt like he could finally be himself. Thanked Ino for being supportive, for understanding. Rumor was it ended amicably.
A few weeks later, Shikamaru witnessed the aftermath firsthand. He was having dinner with Naruto at Ichiraku’s, when he saw them together. Sai and Kankuro, hand in hand, walking down the street. They looked familiar and intimate. Shikamaru’s heart was punctured in barbed wire as he heard Naruto say, “Still can’t believe that whole thing.”
Shikamaru pulled himself away from Sai to look at his friend. “What happened?”
“Dunno the details,” Naruto sighed. “Sakura wouldn’t tell me everything. Y’know how girls are.”
At this, Shikmaru nodded in acknowledgement with a huff. Ino had always respected Sakura’s boundaries, even when she was divulging the juicy gossip from their girls' nights together. If Shikamaru ever pressed her for more information, Ino would smack him on the arm and retort something about a “woman’s privacy”.
Naruto took a swig of his sake, lowering his voice. “He just… came out one night. Just like that. Broke Ino’s heart.”
“Seriously?” Shikamaru asked, gaping at Sai and Kankuro again.
“Yeah, but you didn’t hear that from me,” Naruto added quickly. “If Sakura knew I told you that, she’d kill me!”
Shikamaru’s chest tightened as he walked up behind her, the air between them shifting in that old, familiar way. He missed her. He had always missed her - even when she stood by his side at Asuma’s funeral, even when he pushed her away, and especially when she had stopped trying. He hated himself for it, because she deserved better than him. Always had.
She went still, but didn’t pull away, which was a success. He hesitated. He’d expected her to get angry. To walk out the door right then. He wanted so badly to read her mind at that moment. To know what he should do. He was used to being one step ahead of everyone else, used to analyzing patterns and calculating every different outcome. But right now, when she was right in front of him, unmoving - maybe giving him a chance? - he faltered. Shit.
“Don’t,” her voice was cold. “I don’t want to hear it from you.”
“Hear what?” Shikamaru reached for her against his better judgment, his body moving on instinct against his mind. “I really am sorry. When I heard about it, I wanted to talk to you, but...”
“He was always controlled by others - his whole life,” Ino’s hand fell to her side as she clenched it. Her voice broke. “A-and so, when he finally could think freely… He-” she hiccuped and crossed her arms over her chest as her shoulders started to shake. Shikamaru stood behind her, wanting to hold her but fully aware that Ino would likely punch him in the face if he tried, so he instead grazed his hand over her shoulder, gentle as a lamb, waiting for her reaction.
Ino tensed up at first, her body going fully rigid, before she eased into his touch and swirled around, her fists resting on his chest as her head fell onto them and she cried. Shikamaru, caught off guard, left his hands at his side while Ino wept.
“He didn’t know,” she sobbed. “It’s not his fault! Society is so fucked up. I’m happy for him - I am. I’m glad he trusted me enough to tell me.”
Shikamaru’s brain sent warning signals down his spine as he wrapped his arms around Ino and embraced her, one hand rubbing her beautiful hair as the other rested onto the small of her back. She moved her fists and let her head fall fully onto his chest as she gripped his upper back and pulled him closer, hot tears seeping onto his shirt. He didn’t mind.
“Ino-”
“Why am I so unlovable?” The words barely registered in Shikamaru’s mind, her voice trembling and small. He felt like he had just been punched in the gut as he felt tears well in his eyes and he tightened his grip around her.
“You’re not unlovable. Don’t be such a pain.” He kissed the top of her head and heard her small giggle through the weeping. It was a strangled sound devoid of any humor, but it was sweet to his ears. He hadn’t heard her laugh at anything he’d said in so long. He wanted to bottle this moment up and keep it forever.
“Says the guy who couldn’t love me,” she grumbled, picking herself up. Shit, here it comes. She pulled back and stared up at him, her mascara streaming down her face and raccooning her eyes. “Don’t blame you, when I look like this.”
She chuckled a sad sound. Shikamaru examined her like a newly discovered fossil. He tightened his grip around her, trying to anchor her to him. He wasn’t ready to let her go again. Not yet. Not when he could tell her-
“Ow, Shika,” she tried to pull away but he didn’t let go, only loosened his grip.
“Sorry,” he murmured, inching his face closer to her. He knew he was playing with fire. He continued playing anyway, reaching his hand up to grip her jaw between his thumb and forefinger.
Ino licked her glossy lips and trembled in his arms as she leaned forward, her pretty fingernails lightly sinking into the fabric at the back of his shirt and causing goosebumps to form under their touch. Ino had always held Shikamaru’s heart hostage. She was a force of nature, pulling him in like a riptide. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, how desperately he tried to claw his way out from her hold over him, she always overpowered him.
It didn’t take long for them to get together after Asuma’s death. It was a moment of vulnerability for both of them, but Shikamaru had later learned the extent of her feelings, and that is what scared him away. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that someone so perfect, someone so full of beauty and power, could love him. He convinced himself that she deserved better, despite her protests. She had insisted that she’d loved him since childhood, that she knew there was no one else for her.
“Ino, we’re young,” he had said. “You’ve gotta explore your options.”
“I don’t want that!” she screamed, her hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, her body wrapped in his shirt as she pulled on her lace underwear. “But maybe you do. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
“Who?” He asked, honestly not knowing who she meant. His whole life, he only had eyes for Ino. He would never tell her that, of course - much to his detriment, he later learned. He really needed to work on being honest.
“Temari,” she spat, throwing his shirt off and pulling on her tank top. “If you want to sample other women, then by all means, be my guest. I don’t think this has been working out anyway.”
Shikamaru’s heart pounded in his chest, his hands shaking slightly as he reached for his lighter and flicked it open. “W-What are you saying?” He tried to sound nonchalant as he continued fiddling with the lighter; a nervous habit.
“You said it yourself.” She shoved her skirt on and grabbed her purse. “You aren’t looking for love, right? Well I am. And I found it. But it’s obvious you haven’t.”
Everything in his body was telling him to scream I love you to her. To pull her into his arms and hold onto her until their bodies melted together. His hands were shaking as he fumbled a cigarette out of the pouch, placing it between his lips as he lit it. “I guess you’re right,” he lied. “I just… can’t, right now.”
Without another word, she left his bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Luckily for him, she did eventually talk to him again - their bond was too strong for either of them to sever it completely - but it was different. She was closed off. She talked less. It hurt him in a way nothing else ever had - more than the death of his Sensei and father, more than any battle wound - pain coursed through his veins and into his soul. Every day he woke up was a nightmare, the routine mindless and boring, relief only coming with sleep. His life was sucked away into a black hole where no light and no joy could find him. He was blank; he was nothing.
“You’re beautiful, Ino,” he finally said, his nose brushing against hers. “You know you are.”
They each took in a shaky breath as their lips ghosted over each other. Ino spoke softly, “We can’t do this.”
“Can’t?” Shikamaru questioned, their mouths practically pushing against each other now. “Or don’t?” He smirked as he pulled away from her, just barely, and she followed after him like a shadow.
“I-” she gulped. Her eyes had mascara stained dark spots under them. Her hair was windswept and slightly damp from the rain. She was gorgeous. “I want this.” Her nails dug deeper into his shirt and she stared into his dark eyes, a mixture of curiosity and anguish lingering in her gaze. “But we shouldn’t-”
“Ino,” Shikamaru whispered, pressing his lips onto hers. The kiss was chaste and light, granting Ino enough room to pull away if she wanted. She didn’t. Shikamaru leaned back gently, his mouth phantoming over hers. “You talk too much.”
Ino pushed her lips onto his, licking his bottom lip as she moaned gently. He twisted his fingers into her soft hair as electricity sparked up his spine and his pulse raced madly. Her lips were soft and warm, greeting him kindly like an old friend, as he explored her mouth, swirling his tongue around hers. He moved his hand down the small of her back as she hooked her leg around his waist and he gripped onto her ass, hoisting her closer to him.
Shallow breathing and banging hearts echoed throughout the large, empty classroom as they poured their emotions into each other. The room felt as though it was spinning around them as Shikamaru tugged Ino’s hair tie out, her long hair embracing her body, her cherry shampoo carrying him to a field filled with blooming sakura blossom trees. Somehow, he had picked her up and pinned her against the wall, both her legs wrapped around his middle as she clawed at his back and he licked the shell of her ear.
Shikamaru utilized his shadow possession jutsu to lock both doors as he continued ravishing Ino’s neck with his mouth, heat rushing where he branded her. She released his hair from its ponytail, allowing it to tickle her shoulders, as she gripped tightly into his dark locks and whispered profanities into the air. He slid his shadow up under her shirt and she gasped. His shadows fondled her chest over her bra, drawing out groans of pleasure, as Shikamaru continued branding her neck with his mouth.
“The desk,” she managed to huff. “Put me on the desk.”
“No,” Shikamaru growled, sliding her down with him to the floor. He tore off her indigo tank top as she lifted his shirt, both pieces of clothes tossed to the wayside as Shikamaru slid his finger underneath the waist of her skirt and panties. He slowly pulled both pieces of clothing down her thighs as her legs stretched out flat to the floor, his hot mouth trailing across her chest until he had to fully pull back to toss the pieces somewhere in the room. Ino gulped as he looked at her with a glossy gaze, his lips puffy and red. He fell onto his back and Ino crawled over him, being guided by his shadow possession. Shikamaru watched her intently, saw the realization behind her eyes, as the side of her mouth twitched very briefly up. She corrected herself by shaking her head, gazing down at him.
“S-Shika,” she began, but he cut her off when he gained control. He could feel her eyes try and shift downwards. He inched her forward again, caging his face with her knees. He allowed her to look down at him and that was all it took. He felt her arousal through his shadows, how the heat crept its way into her stomach, how slick her panties were. He smirked.
“Sorry,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her slit. “But you really do talk too much. Can’t have someone hear you while I eat out your cute pussy.”
His slender fingers slid between her drenched lips, parting her sex slowly while curling upwards and stroking her depths. Ino’s entire body shivered as her thighs clenched around his face, pursing his lips gently. He felt her body’s vibrations rumble throughout him as he teased her, allowing his thumb to ghost over her throbbing clit as he blew onto it, cool air like a summertime breeze sweeping over her nub and tingling her to the bone.
Her throat loosened, ever so gently, allowing Ino to choke his name out shakily, her nightingale voice cracking like a fire. Shikamaru breathed in the smell of pure sex, lusty and humid as evening summer air, as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. Ino grunted as he removed his fingers, gripping onto her ass and sliding his tongue deep into her core as she melted above him, her juices leaking onto him as he fucked her with his mouth.
Shadow hands kneaded at her breasts and pinched her hard nipples as Ino shattered. He could sense the way she wanted to scream. How he held her voice hostage in her throat. How she tried to fight him away, hoping to grip his hair. Or his shoulders. Or his chest. He continued lapping her up, holding her firmly in his shadow possession.
Her thick thighs trembled around his face as his tongue swirled over her clit, each trickle of juice a delicacy he had abstained from for far too long. He was not going to let a single drop go to waste. In the past, he would pull away; would make her plead and bargain with him like an auctioneer until tears welled in her eyes and her body was nothing more than putty in his palms. He loved inching her to the edge of the cliff before saving her; over and over he would torment her, enjoying the way a woman so typically in control over her body and soul would bend over backwards for such a slothful man to demolish her piece by pretty piece.
However, this was not like before. This was real. This was something he needed just as much as she did, if not more than she did. How long had he waited to touch her again; how long had he waited to taste her again? Too long, he concluded. For that reason, just this once, he would be a merciful lover. He released her from his shadow possession jutsu and she screamed out curses as her fragile fingers gripped into his hair.
Ino pushed her hips forward, sliding his tongue down her slit. He nosed at her rock hard nub, enjoying the way her body trembled above him as she tried to hold herself together. Shikamaru hummed against her as his tongue coyly slid into her asshole, licking the rim teasingly. Ino’s grip in his hair tightened as his fingers traced up her jiggly thigh to the hood of her clit, slinking around it playfully, nimbly rubbing against her. She sang her soliloquy to him as she teetered over the cliffside: I’m coming-coming-coming-coming.
He drank her sacred liquid as he moved his mouth back up her slit, her scent overwhelming him, sweet and sweaty, as he licked within her walls. She purred, grinding her face onto him as a small spray of liquid splashed into his mouth. Shikamaru smiled against her, providing a final kiss as he helped roll her over, climbing over her chest and planting his mouth onto her collarbone. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. He felt her hand graze his forearm lightly as she tried to hold him, her brain likely disintegrated from her climax.
He smirked against her skin, grazing his teeth up her neck and kissing at her jaw. “Good girl,” he grunted. “You want me to fuck you?”
He felt her nod beneath his mouth. So adorable, he thought. But he wasn’t ready to be done yet. He plunged his tongue between her parted lips, swirling her arousal all throughout her mouth, allowing her to drink in what he had done to her. He was so hard, poking into her thigh as she slid her hand across his long length, pulling a delicious groan of approval from deep within his throat. Her hands trembled as they unzipped his pants, the jingling sweet like chimes, as she maneuvered her hand into his boxers and released his cock.
She held his waist between her thighs and rolled him onto his back as she took the lead, gripping him into her soft hand and gently stroking his length, sticky arousal coating her hand fully as she worked her way over him. Shikamaru bit her bottom lip as he gripped onto her wrist and increased her pace, a desperate plea for her to stop teasing him. She trailed her hot mouth along his jaw and down his neck, licking her way across his hairy chest and lean stomach, before hovering over his length hungrily.
“Dammit, Ino,” he breathed, pumping her hand harder. “Just do it.”
She hummed, dropping her gaze towards his mauve tip, his dick thick in her hand. She ran her thumb over his slit as he gritted his teeth, utilizing her other hand to remove his guiding hand from hers. She blew onto his girth gently, melting his brain, before she wrapped her mouth just around the tip, licking into the slit naughtily. Shikamaru clenched his fist behind his back as he moved his free hand to Ino’s soft hair and gripped onto the top of her head, pushing her down. Her vibrato rumbled throughout his body as she languidly sucked his cock, her cheeks hallowed as her ice blue eyes watched him, her eyelashes fluttering shut as she circled her tongue across his length and choked lightly.
Her free hand gripped onto his balls, intense warm pressure bubbling within his stomach as he watched her reddened lips engulf him fully, her teeth ever so lightly feathering the curves of his cock. He was losing it, tightly shutting his eyes in an attempt to distract himself from the whirlwind of ecstasy, before she pulled off him with a pop and the world tilted around him.
“Fuck,” Shikamaru moaned, gripping her cheeks. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Ino’s pursed, pink lips were sticky with him as she stared at him, her gaze glassy. His heart gave a quick burst in his chest as he pressed his lips to hers, licking her clean. He missed the taste of them mixed together; it was warm and sweet and unique. Ino adjusted herself to be sitting between his legs as she snaked her arms around his neck, her movements heavy and slow.
Shikamaru hoisted her body into his arms, standing up as he carried her down the steps to the desk, placing her gently on the edge, her back arching against the curve of the wood. He slid his pants down his legs and lined himself up, holding onto the edge of the desk with his free hand. Her cheeks were bright red, sweat beading down her lovely neck and circling over her protruding collarbones. Her eyes were sparkling with pure ethereal delight as she licked her lips and tugged at the tips of his hair.
“F-Fuck,” Ino begged. She looked into his eyes, her pupils primal and eager. Her mouth was glistening with his arousal and her lips were puffy, red as brick. She gave him a mischievous grin and reached for his necklace to pull him down, their mouths inches apart. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
Shikamaru grit his teeth at the nickname. Daddy. His body fully took control over his consciousness as he pumped his throbbing cock inside her velvet walls, slick juice welcoming him in with minimal effort as she spread herself for him. She gripped onto her round tits, each thrust bouncing them around wildly, as she fingered her taut nipples and moaned his name towards the sun.
His dick filled her up, covering each inch of her cunt. He grunted out profanities through gasps of her name as he sloppily kissed her, his knuckles white as paper while gripping onto the edge of the desk. Ino pushed her head back against the mahogany, snaking her hands around his neck as she dug her nails into his skull and thrust her hips upwards, their rhythms melding together as their bodies merged into one.
A burst of energy swirled throughout his body as the Earth stopped spinning around them, her body spasming beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He watched her mouth hang ajar as she choked out breathless air and scratched her nails down his back, burning into his skin. He crashed over her, thrusting deep inside her slick walls as his tip throbbed and he mixed himself with her arousal, white noise screeching around the room.
Time slowed to a standstill as Shikamaru’s head fell between her breasts, his chest weighed down and ringing in his ears. Ino’s nails released their pressure on his back as she ran her fingers up across his shoulder blades and rested in his hair. He could hear her lovely heartbeat as they slowly came down from Saturn, the room eventually coming back into view from their whited out vision.
Shikamaru kissed her chest and pulled out of her, resting into the crook of her neck as she held him. She chucked, her chest moving rhythmically beneath him. He glanced up at her through his black hair to see her staring straight at the ceiling, her pink lips glossy and swollen.
“Something funny?” He questioned.
“I can’t believe that just happened.” She laughed briskly, resting her arm over her forehead. Shikamaru hummed and pulled back, wobbling slightly. “Ino, I-”
She held a finger to her mouth and reached her hand out. He helped her up and she looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling up at him like a spring sky.
“I know, Shika.” She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek, warmth creeping its way up his neck.
“I wanted to-” A loud banging on the door cut him off as Ino ran up the stairs towards their clothes, frantically gripping at the fabric, her hands visibly shaking.
Shikamaru’s heart skipped several beats before he called out. “J-Just a second, please.”
“Why is the door locked?” Kakashi’s voice was quiet, catching halfway into the thickness of the walls and granting Shikamaru’s heart some relief as he hastily pulled up his pants, zipping them up. Ino threw his shirt down to him and he tugged it on, peeking at Ino to see her tying her hair back up into a sloppy ponytail as he opened the door.
Kakashi’s face was totally unreadable as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his mask making it hard for Shikamaru to decipher any distinguishing features that would indicate if the Copy Cat Ninja had heard any part of their lewd secret. His eyebrows knit together gently, only for a brief moment, as Kakashi peered into the room and locked onto Ino. She was twiddling with her shirt, tucking the fabric down as she smiled at the men and waved casually.
“H-Hi,” Ino said shakily. “Rough session. He’s a tough trainer, that’s for sure.”
Kakashi glanced between the pair, the silence so loud that Shikamaru’s head started pounding. “Is he?” he asked, his voice soft and low. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”
Shikamaru gulped as Kakashi continued. “Anyway, class has been over for thirty minutes and I am in need of your assistance.” Kakashi looked at Shikamaru dead on. Shikamaru scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he shuffled his feet, scorching heat rising behind his cheeks.
“Wow, yeah,” Shikamaru said, glancing at the clock. “I guess we ran over time. Sorry about that.”
Kakashi clicked his tongue and turned away, giving a small wave. “I’ll see you at the office.” Shikamaru closed the door as the air chilled around him. He heard Ino shift uncomfortably as she started walking down the stairs, her light footsteps echoing around the room.
“Heh,” Shikamaru turned to face her, his hands trembling as he placed them into his front pockets. “Ino, I-”
She shook her head as she stood before him, gripping onto his hips and pulling him closer to her. “Are you busy tonight?”
“No,” he whispered, grazing his finger along her cheek. “I want to see you again. I want to… hang out again, if you want to.”
Ino beamed up at him. It was the smile he had grown used to over the years; the smile she hadn’t shared with him since their breakup, the one that kept him up into the early hours of the morning as he reflected on what an idiot he was for allowing her to slip through his fingers. His heart bled for her as she pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose.
“I’ll see you tonight, then.” She said, stroking a stray strand of hair out of his face. “Also, you forgot this.” She placed his hair tie into his hand and closed his fingers around it gently, a cunning smile crossing over her face as dread crept into his soul.
“He is never gonna let me live this down,” Shikamaru moaned as he tied his hair back up, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Ino giggled as she stood back, hands on her hips, her head tilted to the side. He smiled at her and pulled on his backpack, brushing his shoulder against hers as he walked to the door.
“You know,” he drew out the last syllable playfully as he pulled open the door and gestured her forward, placing his hand on the small of her back as he followed her. “I have to admit, I am really glad Sai is gay.”
Ino laughed heartily as they trudged down the hall together. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she confessed, peeking over at him from the corner of her eye, her lips twitching upwards. “But so am I.”
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