he’s cheesing so hard when he does that little half-run to the other side of the car so that he can open the door for you like a “gentleman” even though he’s just fucked the literal shit out of you like a beast instead
since christmas is approaching, can i request how spending the holidays with our fav boy naruto uzumaki would be like?🥹🍥
ofc!! this was so cute to write, i love him <3
𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: naruto uzumaki/fem!reader
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none. festive nart is extremely wholesome!! // modern AU.
loves spending the holidays with you and your entire family because he couldn’t do it as a child.
not only do your parents love him and thus get him loads of presents to show the love; even your goddamn grandparents spoil him rotten to the core.
if you have a place of your own, say goodbye to a neat christmas tree and stylish decor. this man makes an absolute mess out of your home with all the clashing colours and discoordinated trinkets that he never ceases to order online.
drinks loads of hot chocolate and puts a rather concerning amount of marshmallows in it (i think he’d be a sucker for the pumpkin spice one especially, even if it’s considered a fall drink instead of a winter one.)
matching ugly christmas sweaters are a must (but his lights up because he needs to steal the show, of course.)
gets so drunk with champagne at the holiday party that he becomes besties with your uncle and refuses to leave his side when you tell him it’s time to go home.
adores wearing colourful mittens and knit hats with pom poms on them.
likes taking you on ice skating and sledding dates.
if you go on evening walks, the chances that he’ll start a snowball fight are extremely high.
looks so freaking adorable when his cheeks and the tip of his nose turn bright red because of the cold.
insists on finding a real christmas tree every year instead of a plastic one.
you decorate it together, of course.
he also loves buying funny bulbs for the tree and placing random stuff on top of it (you had a lightning mcqueen topper because of him one year.)
surprisingly loves receiving socks as a present (especially ones with funky designs.)
kisses you a lot to warm you up.
adores taking cringey holiday photos with you every year and sending them to all of his friends via mail.
stares at christmas lights with eyes as big and fascinated as a cat’s.
attempts to bake cookies and brownies with you, but gives up halfway in and just sticks to licking the batter off the spoon when you scold him because of the chaos he’s causing in the kitchen.
loves cuddling with you and watching cheesy christmas movies whilst eating said cookies and brownies.
you watch the hallmark ones when you’re both tipsy. you laugh so hard that your bellies start to hurt.
opens presents with the excitement of a little kid, no matter how old he gets.
lives for the homey atmosphere christmas brings to your place.
doesn’t attend midnight mass unless your family goes.
if he does end up going to mass, he’s bumping into your side; poking and prodding you the entire time because he quickly grows bored.
sometimes gets this stare of subtle longing when he sees parents taking their kids into toy stores and having fun.
wakes up bright and early despite that he has the chance to sleep in.
can’t stand ‘all i want for christmas is you’.
builds wonky snowmen with you, and then gets sad when they start to melt.
wraps all your presents in minion wrapping paper because he thinks it’s funny.
is surprisingly a good gift giver.
has frequent sugar rushes that tire you the fuck out as you try to tame them.
prefers warm/colourful christmas lights over the cold-tone ones.
insists on assembling gingerbread houses with you, and then pouts when his looks worse than yours.
loves all the presents he gets, but still loves you the most.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ mdni, virgin!fem!reader // size kink(!!) and corruption. jock!kiba. this is just porn describing how much bigger he is than you, lol.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.8k
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YOU’VE always felt rather small compared to your burly boyfriend.
But holy fuck, as Kiba’s hands wrap around your naked waist for the first time in your life, you feel nothing short from diminutive. He’s hovering above you - all red in the face, coated with that glimmering sheen of sweat - and he seems almost out of place as he does it; lingering amongst the pastel pink bedding sheets you wrap yourself in every night, as well as the adorable plushies to surround your bed.
All rugged and rough-around-the-edges with that messy hairstyle and sharp grin that never looks like it’s leading up to any good, he looks like he doesn’t fit inside your bedroom at all. Like a brute he gives the impression of, he hides your smaller frame with his massive one now as he leans in and tries to make himself comfortable between the narrow gap of your spread out legs.
It's a tight fit. He's big, too big to accommodate properly into an embrace, and the way you have to force your legs apart just to fit his sturdy body in-between burns.
But uncomfortable or not, you still comply without protest as his hand wraps around your knee and he carefully pushes it even further to the side so that he can dip in deeper. He’s breathing the same air as you are now - the tip of his nose poking your own with every shallow inhale you take in the dimly-lit room. You’ve never allowed him to come this close before. Have never let him be this indecent with you before, and you’ve been dating for over a fucking year.
It’s no surprise why Kiba seems so pushy and eager, then. Who knows when you’ll let him explore you again, after all?
Still, excited or not, he somehow manages to calm down just enough to help you ease the pain the moment he sees the subtle quivering of your Cupid’s bow and the furrow of your brows when they knit tightly together. Coaxing you into wrapping your lower limbs around his waist and hooking your feet onto the small of his back so that you're practically locked into the position, you let out a sigh of relief the moment the ache vanishes from the lack of stretch.
However, as soon as the zipper of his jeans bumps against your swollen clit, relief quickly turns back to alertness. You’re naked and he’s still completely dressed – attired in his varsity jacket, t-shirt and those nice Levi’s jeans he likes to wear – and now your body is literally shuddering from the unfamiliar friction as he continues to search for a good enough position in-between your legs; seemingly without a damn clue of what he’s doing to you with the movement.
His cock is already hard, and whenever the broad ridge bumps against you, it turns your mind to mush. You’ve never felt him like this before, so you can't even look him in the eye from the shyness that’s taking over ever so swiftly. Staring at his surname instead, as well as the number that’s sewn into the sleeve of his jacket in big, bold letters and numbers of white, it’s no wonder he's so big when he's a football player. You can literally make out the flex of his biceps through the thick cotton alone. God help you, he’s like a beast compared to you.
“K-Ki-...” The whine which bubbles up your throat and cuts you off right at the start of your sentence is pathetic, but it causes your boyfriend to freeze above you as soon as he hears it.
“Mm?” Tilting his head to the side, Kiba chuckles now as he presses his palm to your cheek and feels how hot in the face you’ve become because of the sinful sound you’ve just let out. His hand alone is big enough to nearly cover the entirety of your face as he does it. It just makes your pussy throb and your eyes widen.
You look like you’re petrified of him, but in a good way. Thrilled so intensely that it’s making you look like a deer caught in the headlights of the car he’s driving. And that reaction amuses him. Makes his smile seem smug now.
“You okay?” His tongue travels along his plump bottom lip as he asks the stupid question and rubs his thumb along your hip bone to ease you back into comfort. If you didn’t know him any better, you’d have thought he was mocking you with the reassuring tone of his gruff voice, but luckily for you, he seems to be genuine.
“I-I’m fine,” you mumble, frowning at the stutter you can’t seem to stop rolling off your tongue. “Keep going, please.”
“Yeah? You’re sure, baby?” He’s flicking his gaze all over your face now as he hums; dipping down to kiss you on the lips. “‘Cause I don’t mind if we stop now. You’ve already done more than enough by just letting me see you, ya know.”
He may play it off like he doesn't mind it, but he wants more - you know he does. The way he words it is enough to tell you that just seeing you naked isn’t nearly enough. Watching him like this, something tells you that he wants to get rid of his own clothes and shove his cock inside your virgin pussy as quickly as he’s able. To sink into you right to the hilt. Until you’re squealing at him to stop and begging him to pull out.
The image is so tempting.
And you can't concentrate because of it. He’s breathing hard through his nose as he relishes your scent before moving down to kiss your throat; the stiff cords in his neck visible with every deep inhale he sucks into his lungs. You’re driving him fucking insane and causing his cock to grow bigger and bigger with need by just existing, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about it either. Doesn’t want to make you think that you’re obligated to give yourself to him just because your parents have at long last left for vacation and trusted you with an empty house.
It’s your fault for inviting him over for what was supposed to be a study date and an innocent movie night as soon as your parents stepped foot outside the front door. Now, your notes lay forgotten on your desk and the snacks you’ve prepared remain untouched even though you're already halfway into the movie. I mean, he’s been waiting for over a year to claim you, did you really think he was going to be interested in eating brownies and watching goddamn Tangled?
Well, he will be later. After he’s finished making you dumb.
So it’s just you and him. All alone, whilst he’s horny out of his fucking mind because of how pretty you look naked. Being the sweet girl that you are, Kiba still can't quite believe that he’s actually managed to persuade you into taking everything off. He doesn’t tell you that, of course, but you can tell what he’s thinking about by just the incredulous look that crosses his face when you cup his pink cheeks with both dainty hands.
“I’m sure, Ki.” Your eyelids flutter shut when he dips in and places another kiss that lands right on the curve of your jaw. “Just keep going.”
“I’m gonna end up fucking you if we keep going,” he says, pausing for a little while. “Just sayin’.”
It’s a struggle to breathe properly as the meaning of his words hits you like a ton of bricks. Lying so utterly exposed underneath him, you feel your stomach twist and tighten when his hand slips between your legs without any warning whatsoever.
It seems that his touch alone is the admonition itself.
“And d’you think you’re ready for that, cutie?” Big palm wrapping around your thigh, he gives it a firm squeeze and whispers, “I mean, look at how tiny you are… So fuckin’ small, that I could crush you with one hand alone if I wanted to.”
“Just keep going,” you repeat, brushing off his blatant taunting that he does just to make you squirm, because that's just how he is - how he's always been. He has always been bigger; stronger. Your profound size difference is making your entire body burn with heat. Especially whenever he makes you acknowledge the consequences that difference may bring.
“All right, all right! If you insist,” he trails off quietly, smiling feebly against the warm skin. You can’t tell if it’s a genuine grin or a sneer anymore. “But don’t go crying to your momma if I end up slamming you ‘cause of it, got it?”
All you do is nod. The lump that forms inside your throat turns you incapable of giving more.
Time passes. As the minutes tick by, he becomes increasingly impatient. Leaving the skin he touches burning in his wake, Kiba is picking up pace with his thick fingers fast and quick; paving wide trails of pure, blazing heat that are aimed straight towards your aching cunt.
He knows what he’s doing as he touches you all over like this. The warmth makes you outright shiver with anticipation and turns your mind all fuzzy and impotent of forming a single thought. You’re ready to shed tears from how overwhelmed you are. Truth be told, they’re already gathering on your fluttering eyelashes.
He can see their glimmer. “Good so far?”
So caring; your boyfriend is so caring that it makes you want to burst. “Y-Yeah.”
Kiba’s heart is racing so fast that it makes his chest hurt. “Still want me to keep goin’? Just say no if you don't, I won't be mad.”
“Mm-mm!” Heat sears your face at how needy you sound when you begin to shake your head fervently. “Please, don’t stop.”
“All right, I won’t,” he mumbles, touch reaching ever higher up your leg. “Tell me if it’s too much, though... 'Kay?”
Just don't say it too late.
“'Kay.” It's nothing more than a nervous whisper. He's trying so hard to not ogle at you so that he can avoid making you feel even more anxious than you already are, but no matter what he does, he still ends up staring the moment his fingers make contact with your wet folds.
You’re completely drenched, after all - glistening in the glow of your desk lamp. All warm, tight and soaked; your pussy is literally weeping for him because of all the unfamiliar stimulation he’s making you experience for the first time ever.
Nobody has touched you like this before. He’s the first man you're letting spoil your purity; allowing him to paw at you with big, rough hands until it's all his, his, his.
And that makes him want to go fucking berserk.
“Fuck, cutie.” He groans now as he presses the flat of his broad fingertips against your clit and smears the slick right down to the tiny hole he prays to god you’ll let him fill up tonight. “You’re drippin’ for me… It’s no wonder you wanted me to keep goin’, when you’re this wet and desperate to be fucked, huh?”
You’re unable to answer him through all the panting and gasping that make your chest heave. The dirty talk spills from his mouth like you’ve flicked a switch inside his head. His amber eyes are so dark now that they remind you of the gooey maple syrup that you pour on your pancakes every morning for breakfast.
Though in this particular case, he looks like he’s ready to eat you instead.
He seems even bigger now - all hungry and yearning to feel your warm cunt wrapped around his fat cock. Has gotten so needy that his digits are already spreading your pussy lips apart; gathering the milky slick and prodding at your tight hole that seems to flutter whenever he even hints at slipping a digit in.
The cute moans you're letting out in response are making him bite back a huffed laugh. He hasn’t even given you the tip of his finger yet, and you’re already beginning to sound like a slut as you squirm and writhe amongst the stupid plushies you love to sleep with every night - especially with the ones he got you as a present. Those you keep the closest to your pillow.
Staring at all this innocence underneath him, Kiba can’t even imagine what you’ll sound like when he stretches you out to the brink of pain and makes you bounce on his massive dick. Your eyes will cross from the way his cock is going to stuff you full; pussy drooling sticky arousal right down to his balls. He’s going to tear you apart right in the middle and make you bend over to take even more. Is going to fuck you into the mattress so hard that you won’t be able to close your legs anymore for a long while after he’s done.
He’ll make you hurt all over. You’re going to cry just when he’s halfway in, and are going to fucking sob by the time he sinks his heavy dick into your tight little cunt all the way in and bottoms out with that satisfying smack! It’s going to be tricky, but you’ll figure out a way to make it work - he knows you will. You’re the clever one in the relationship, after all. He’s just the brawn that'll eat out and finger your pussy to make it fit him easier.
Well, you’re clever; to some extent. If you actually were smart enough, you wouldn’t have risked letting him manhandle your fragile body with those big, rough hands of his as roughly as he’s doing now. Wouldn’t have allowed him to sink his sharp teeth into your neck as deep.
But god, he can barely wait. Can barely keep himself in-check from how badly he wants to make you scream right on top of that baby pink bed sheet you keep wiggling on whilst offering yourself to him like a little kitten in heat. To tear his own clothes off, shove himself into you and just make you take it. Make you endure his big, fat dick as it bullies your goddamn womb and makes you both sweat like crazy. Until that same sheet is saturated with salt, arousal and cum, and you have to wash it in the morning with a face that’s blushing so hard it tingles all over as you remember what he did to you.
He wants to cover you with his cum. To shoot his load all over your tummy, in-between your legs, on that cute, perky peach of yours, all over your tits and face. His friends have been teasing him for ages about how goddamn patient he is - dating an unyielding virgin like you for over a year, but it's worth it. He's in love. Plus, if he gets to make your tiny cunt ache and see the dumb little expressions you'll make as he tarnishes you, it'll all be worth it even more.
But he’ll have to keep you still and keep you pinned down so that you can’t run off when it really starts to hurt. Sure, you might be compliant now; might even become docile when he makes you give him a handjob just so he can see you use both of your hands whilst stroking his dick, but when he begins to stretch your walls by forcing himself in, in, in, and licks the hot tears that his cockhead repeatedly kissing your cervix will induce, that might not be the case anymore.
‘Keep going.’ might turn to ‘Slow down, it hurts!’ and he might simply be too delirious by then to actually listen to the pleas you’re squealing out in that high-pitched sort of tone every time his hips slam into your own. Might be too pussy drunk to go easy with all that rutting and intense screwing going on.
He’ll take everything you have to offer and then some more, after all - you just don’t know what that actually means yet and the pain it'll bring as you'll attempt to fit him in. And perhaps it is better that you don’t.
Listening to your tiny mewls that start the moment he circles his thumb around your puffy clit, Kiba is positive now that he could make you cum just by tracing your gooey slit up and down a couple of times. You’re that pure, after all; completely, utterly untouched.
“I’m gonna ruin you, pretty,” he says, every word true and so thrillingly determined as he at long last starts to stretch you out. The squelching noises are making him burn all over. “Gonna fuck you into the shape of my goddamn dick, just you wait.”
It seems that you aren’t going to stay pure for long.
HARLIE I AM BEGGING YOU TO WRITE SHIKAMARU WITH PROMPT 7 ON THE SMUT LIST FEED MY INNER SHADOW HOE 🥵🥵🥺😭💜
Oh, you got it, Jo, my baby. 😈 A little Shikamaru coming your way. 👏 I am always beyond happy to write for Shika. 😌
TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, degradation, daddy kink, offensive language (swearing), pet name (good girl, baby girl, baby), dirty talk, minors dni
Word Count: 0.6k
When the morning hours continued to dwindle and you were still in bed Shikamaru grumbled on the couch. "Damn troublesome woman... we're wasting perfectly good daylight." He didn't want to leave the house as much as the next, but you had so many things planned for the day that you didn't have a choice but to get done.
He placed his book down beside himself and stood up, heading straight for the bedroom. He ran his eyes over your sleeping figure before climbing onto the bed with you. "Hey, you know what time it is right?" Shikamaru placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and tugged on the blanket. "It's time for you to get up, we have a bunch of stuff to do today. We can't just let it pass us by again, as much as I'd like to do so."
You groaned and rolled over, shaking your head at him with closed eyes. "No, Shika. I don't wanna get up yet. I just wanna stay in bed all day. Forget the errands. We can do them another time."
An amused exhalation left him as he grabbed onto your arms, pinning them with ease above your head. "You wanna stay in bed all day, huh? You sure about that?" His body pushed against yours, his hips pushing between your legs. You could feel the bulge in his sweatpants pushing against your heat as a small whine filled his ears. "I have an idea then. Let me give you a reason to stay in bed."
A shiver ran down your spine at his words, his hand happily winding between your legs. The feeling of his thick fingers against your panties made your back arch. "Sh-Shika... fuck."
He wasted no time, his fingers sliding underneath the lace with determination as he rubbed circles around your entrance. "Looks like I don't have all that much to do. You're already soaking wet."
Your back arched even more as he plunged his fingers into you, using his other hand to pull his sweatpants down enough to expose his cock. His hand grasped his length, stroking slowly as he watched your face contort with pleasure. "Oh baby girl, I just can't believe how pretty you look like this. I'll make sure that when I'm done with you, you can't get out of bed for a week."
The loss of his fingers made you cry out, needing to feel something there again, anything as you reached for him. "Baby, please. I n-need you."
Shikamaru pulled your hips toward him and placed your legs on his arms, leaving them up straight in the air as he lined himself up with your entrance. "Need me so bad, huh? Need to have my fat cock fill that tight little pussy of yours?" You whined more at his words, your legs trembling against him as he teased your entrance with his tip. "Gonna stuff you full and make you feel on top of the world."
One snap of his hips sent him bottoming out inside of you. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every single thrust. Your screams of pleasure sent him reeling as he gripped tightly to your hips, fingers digging into your skin, nearly leaving bruises. "S'good, Shika. Feels so good!"
"That's my good girl. Can barely get enough, just a greedy little whore that can't be fully satisfied." He coaxed you on as he continued his assault, grabbing a fist full of your hair to pull your head back into the pillows. "Sound so angelic for me. So perfect, just got daddy."
warnings: smut/18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, dark content (step-cest), Itachi is a law student and you are in undergrad student, virgin!reader, mentions of squirting, Itachi is a gentle and good man
a/n: and here it is, the idea that converted me to stepcest. this is my contribution to the cummunity’s tender taboos collab, and this fic turned out to be a lovely medium of both with the journey i took on it. Be sure to check out the rest of the fics!! i cannot thank @dilfphobes, @erwinsvow, @karikarasuno & @whats-her-quirk for screaming with me through this. there might be more i revist in this au at some point but none will involve sasuke, just throwing that out there.
“Do it. Don’t do it. Do it. Don’t do it.”
The pieces of red rose fall on to your white bedding as you pluck away at the flower for your answer, the mantra you’ve been chanting in your head starting to make you dizzy as you work your way to the last petal. The tiny voice in your brain starts to think about how the tradition even began – the one where you pull apart the symbol of a declaration of love for a true answer. It’s stupid, the answer is in the object itself.
The monologue questioning the belief dies down when you reach the last petal, fingers hesitating as you pull it off the stem.
“Do it.”
You let out a shaky sigh, smoothing over your sweater dress as you contemplate what exactly you would say to him. You realize you can’t ask this of him, and that this stupid flower game is wrong. You look up at your vanity, ready to try again, only to see that the vase that had been given to you is filled with stems.
Your indecisiveness worked you down to the last flower.
Requested by Anon, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, dacryphilia, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, slight angst, 18+ content.
You panted softly, your skirt flurrying in the wind as you jogged lightly to the meadow where Shikamaru was waiting for you. The sun beamed down on you, the warm spring air warming your cheeks, glowing your skin and making you feel whimsical about it all. Despite you running late, you knew your boyfriend would be sleeping underneath a shady tree with no care.
Once you reached the meadow behind one of the old training grounds, you scanned the area, "Shika?" you called out, hoping to see his spiky hair ponytail in the field. You saw a hand poke out behind a tree on the far left, waving you down at his location. You grinned, huffing as you run some more to get to him, "So sorry I'm-"
You didn't even get to finish your polite apology before he pulled you down on top of him. Soft grunts from the impact escaped from you both as you collided, "Ow!" you giggled through the sharp pain before rolling off of him to lay at his side, "That hurt".
"You dropped on me", Shikamaru replied with a half-hearted huff, laying back with his arm behind his head, returning to his natural state of relaxation.
You gasped, "You pulled me!" shoving him lightly as you fixed your skirt that bunched up your thighs. You missed Shikamaru's slight peak at the revealed skin before his eyes closed again. You laid back down on the soft grass, gazing up at the tree leaves that protect you both from the sun's harsh light of midday. Small talk wasn't necessary when the two of you were together; you only enjoyed each other's company, relishing the intimacy of just being near one another, basking under the sun and in his affection when he locked your pinkies together.
Moments like these were you're favourite.
When neither of you had responsibilities or people calling for you- after Shikamaru's father died, he became the new head of the Nara Clan. Not only that, but he was also the Hokage's adviser; the days of the two of you running off together to avoid schoolwork and ninja training were behind you. These days, all you had where about an hour of free time together before one of you (usually Shikamaru) were found and pulled away somewhere.
It's why being on time meant so much to you.
"What are you up to?" he mumbled after several minutes of tranquil silence.
You shifted over to your side, facing him and resting your head on your hand to look down at his peaceful face. You gently rubbed the stress lines that began to form on his forehead, "Just taking some casual missions- nothing too taxing, after the war" you bit your lip, feeling his tension under your thumb, "I just want to relax for a while, y'know?"
"Yeah", Shikamaru mumbled, his throat closing tight from the mention of the war that took his father and so many others away, "I hear you".
You leaned down, brushing your lips upon his forehead gently, "How have you been?"
"Tired", he grunted.
You giggled, "Other than that".
Shikamaru opened his eyes, settling his warm brown ones on you, then his hand running up your leg gently as he whispered, "Just missed you". His hand cupped the back of your neck to pull you down into a soft kiss. You eased into his touch, sliding your thigh over his abdomen and pulling yourself closer to his body, half laying on top of him as you kissed.
"Missed you too", you gasped against his lips, feeling his other hand pull you on top of him, so you straddled his hips. You rolled your hips on him, feeling his rising tent poke on your clothed cunt, "Mmm- missed you a lot", you teased lightly before leaning down to capture his lips in a harder kiss.
Shikamaru's warm hand cupped your ass, gripping you hard, pushing your body up and down his cock as it stirred to life under his pants. You mewled softly, moving along with him and already feeling your cunt leak on the fabric from the ministrations. You couldn't help but giggle as you kissed; the two of you dry humping in the field brought back lots of teenage memories. You felt Shikamaru's lips slant in a smirk in response, obviously thinking the same thing.
Your shyness towards outside activities has long since died; during the first year of your sexual ventures with Shikamaru. You learnt early on that the excitement of almost getting caught in public places turned your boyfriend on so much- he often had your panties around your ankles and hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet as people walked past your hiding spot.
His command to keep quiet and hard thrusts into your wet cunt had you moaning and drooling into his large palm until you stained his pants with your release. Over the years, that has become common practice. Pretty soon, your favourite spot became right here, in the meadow on the outskirts of the village, underneath a large oak tree that had your initials carved with a kunai.
Shikamaru's slender fingers ventured up your plush thighs until he reached your cunt, pulsing with heat and already dripping, "Still such a messy girl". Shikamaru grumbled, voice thick with desire as he tugged your panties to the side, gliding his digits along your slippery folds lazily, "Missed this pretty pussy the most".
You jerked into his touch, sighing into his mouth, "And you're such a tease", you rolled against his fingers, catching his thumb on your clit and arching your back from the pleasure shock that ran up your spine, "Come on", you whined, "We don't have time for this". It was only a matter of time before someone came looking for him; you desperately wanted his touch, but not if it becomes ruined in the middle of it. Shikamaru's lazy touches and gentle fucking would have to shift into something hard and fast.
Shikamaru smirked, "We should make more time for it then", his finger probed at your tight hole, not quite penetrating it yet, only so he could feel your pussy quiver around his tip. "Always so sensitive", he mumbled hoarsely, "You gonna cum before I even touch you, hah? You're dripping on me so fucking much, everyone's gonna think I spilt something on myself".
True enough, your wetness seeped through, coating his fingers and slowly trickling on his pants. You whined from his taunts, "Just extra sensitive cause we haven't-" your breath hitched when his finger suddenly pushed inside your tight heat- you arched your back and moaned loudly on top of him when another finger followed.
"You look so pretty like this", Shikamaru mused lightly, laying with one arm behind his head, his right hand thrusting two fingers inside you as you straddled his lap. "My favourite view- you on top of me, crying from my touch".
You wriggled onto his fingers, feeling them slip deeper inside and tickle the sweet spot that had you mewling and gasping for breath, "I-I'm not fucking crying", you managed to huff.
A slow grin spread across his face, "Not yet, but you will be", he curled his fingers inside you, expertly rubbing on your clit as he jerked his wrist, the long digits twitching inside your silky walls from the movement. Shikamaru chuckled when a high pitch keen tumbled from your lips, "You always do".
You smacked his chest playfully, then used him to purchase yourself as you started riding his fingers slowly. "How about when I suck you off so good your eyes cross?" Shikamaru frowned up at you, thrusting his fingers harder so your laugh turned into a wail.
"Don't have time for that", he grunted, shifting so he could unbutton his pants and allow his hardened cock to slip free, slapping against his toned stomach. Shikamaru chuckled at the way your mouth parted with tongue slipping out from the sight of his shaft leaking pre-cum on his belly button, "You wanna taste, baby?"
You nodded your head eagerly, wrapping your smaller hand around his throbbing cock, "Missed the way you taste, baby", you moaned softly, your thumb smearing the pearly beads of cum around his reddened cockhead, "Miss the way you said my name when you fuck my throat". You licked your lips while stroking him slowly, "Remember how you used to stuff my mouth with your cock to get me to stop screaming in the tent during missions?"
"Hah- yes", Shikamaru choked out a laugh when you rubbed his sensitive slit, "You always were a little noisy slut", he jerked his hips, thrusting into your tight fist shallowly, his fingers still buried deep inside your warmth.
You moaned then squeezed around the base of his shaft, enjoying the heat that emitted from his cock and eyes, "You should fuck me like that again, baby- fuck me until I cry".
Shikamaru twitched in your palm, groaning low in his throat from your dirty words and thrusting his fingers inside you to purposely hit that spongy spot inside you that had you gushing on his fingers in no time.
"Shika- ahhh", you cried, throwing your head back and bucking into his fingers as your release washed over you so quickly.
"Shit-" He grunted, fucking his fingers in you vigorously, watching the wetness splash against his hand, "Almost forgot you squirt when I do that". He grinned up at you, "Such a good girl", he cooed beneath you, watching your body spasm on top of him the same way your pussy fluttered around his fingers. You slumped on top of him, but Shikamaru wasn't done with you yet.
In quick movements, Shikamaru grasped your hip with one hand and gripped the base of his cock with the other- guiding his mushroom head to your quivering hole and thrusting inside you in one swift motion. You cried, squirming in his touch, your overstimulated pussy trembling from the sudden intrusion, "W-wait-" you gasped, your thighs shaking from the rough thrusts of his hips.
Shikamaru pulled you down, wrapping his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck, "Thought you said we didn't have time", he puffed out cheekily, spreading his legs and bending his knees so he could pound into you as you remained slumped against his chest. "Thought you wanted me to make you cry", he snarled into your ear, drinking in your pitiful moans, feeling the way your cunt seized his cock in a tight grip, "Fuck!" Shikamaru's hips stuttered, losing his rhythm, "So fucking tight- you're squeezing me so- god!", his teeth latched onto the tender spot on your neck, muffling his deep moans as he fucked you hard and fast- just how you wanted.
You clawed at his chest, gripping his shirt and pressing your forehead on his shoulder as you took Shikamaru's harsh digs into your soft pussy. You could do nothing but hold on for dear life and babble praises about how good he felt and how much it hurt. Your knees pressed against the dirt, no doubt staining your pretty dress while you lay on top of him, feeling his cock drag along your silky walls, "S'fucking good- Shika-aahh, ahhh! H-hurt!" you whimpered, unable to form coherent sentences from the throbbing in your core.
"Yeah? S'good for you, baby? You missed this fuckin' cock, didn't you?" Shikamaru muttered in your ear, voice thick with lust, "Cause I missed this sloppy pussy- fucking wet and tight!" He shouted, despite his efforts to conceal it on your neck, "God- fuckin, love you so much- love this ass-" A harsh smack echoed, as did your wail, "Gonna have to fuck that ass later-" Shikamaru grinned, feeling your tears stain his shirt, "That's it- I make you feel that good, huh?"
You whined, thighs shaking from Shikamaru's hard fucking. You loved it when he got like this- unyielding and feral as he pounds his cock into you as if it's the last time he'll ever feel your pussy clamp around his dick. Shikamaru's long length slid in and out, coated with your juices and his pre-cum, "Only you", the moan that tumbled out of your mouth disturbed the birds nestled on the branches a few feet above you.
Sweat coated your brow, as did Shikamaru's from the effort it took to keep the harsh pace of his hips slapping against your ass, the sounds echoing loudly in your space. Shikamaru felt your gummy walls clasp his cock, warning him of your impending orgasm, "Cum on me- cum on my cock, baby", he grunted through clenched teeth, his heavy balls spanking you from his harsh onslaught into your body, "Make a mess on me".
"Nara!" Came a distant shout, "Are you out here? You're going to miss the clan meeting!"
You both froze.
"S-Shika-" you whimpered, your body tensing from the sound of a person calling for him. The orgasm you felt approaching stalled as your body ran cold. You choked out a whine from your hindered orgasm, the heat turning into a throbbing pain in your belly.
You smacked Shikamaru's chest, signalling him to pull out, but Shikamaru didn't care. He clasped one hand around your mouth, muffling your noises as he flipped you over onto your back.
"Shhh, or he'll find us and see how much of a little slut you are", he smirked, his cock sliding back into your sopping cunt with his hand pressed firmly on your mouth. Shikamaru watched the tears clamp on your lashes as he pushed one leg up, your knee touching your chest- resuming his harsh thrusts at a new angle.
No doubt, the presence of a stranger potentially catching the two of you in the act goaded Shikamaru on. The familiar lust-filled shadow rose across his expression, a feral grin stretching on his face. You whimpered, knowing what's to come and feeling the tears swell from the intense heat that pooled in your abdomen.
"Come on, man! The elders are gonna be pissed".
Shikamaru chuckled when the tears ran down your cheeks, enjoying your quivering thigh and the way you gripped onto the grass as he towered over you. His slender cock reached new depths in this angle, the engorged mushroom head brushing against your sweet spot with every hard thrust. "Such a dirty girl", he grunted, feeling the way your pussy fluttered whenever the voice got closer to your hiding spot, "You want him to catch us? To see you creamin' all over my fuckin' cock?"
Your chest heaved as you attempted to breathe through the abuse your poor cunt had to endure- and you relished in it. The switch that turned when Shikamaru got roused up in public places turned him into a beast- especially if people were nearby. A lustful haze blanketed the two of you, making no room for anyone to pop your bubble as Shikamaru fucked you with such vigour it twisted in your belly and made your thighs shake.
"You'd love to be caught with your legs in the air- pretty pussy exposed for everyone to see, huh?"
You shook your head weakly, but your actions betrayed you when bucking up to meet his thrusts despite his cruel teasing. You felt your orgasm reaching its peak once again with every harsh thrust into your aching cunt. Noises of all sorts spattered into his palm; part of you wanted to become caught- the disgusting, horny demon part that only the man fucking you right now could unleash. You also knew that shame would envelop you if someone so much as heard the sinful noises being ripped from you.
One hand gripped onto his wrist while the other held your thigh up for him, allowing Shikamaru to press tight circles on your swollen clit- ultimately pushing you over the edge after a few jerks.
"Good girl", Shikamaru groaned, "Keep going- cum all over me".
It had you arching your back and gushing all over his pubic bone. Your eyes rolled back, chest heaving while arching your back- clear liquid flowing out of your abused cunt.
"Still so fuckin' noisy- such a pretty girl", he moaned low, never taking his eyes off of you. Shikamaru pressed his hand down harder on your mouth, stifling your wail as you came so violently below him. Your body shook from the force of his pounding, your orgasm wrecking through you with an intensity you haven't felt in such a long time- it had you sobbing.
"That's it-" he hissed, watching your release soak the grass and stain his pants that became bunched up at his thighs, "Make a fuckin mess". Shikamaru continued to fuck you through it, his cock sloshing with the wetness that seeped out of you, his balls tightening and abdomen tensing as his own orgasm neared.
He lost his rhythm when you dropped your thighs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into your flush body. You whined into his palm, raking your nails down his back as you bucked into him, silently commanding him;
"Want me to cum in you?" Shikamaru rasped, "Now?" you nodded your head, closing your eyes and clawing at his sweat-soaked shirt, pulling him deeper into you. Shikamaru groaned, "Fuck- okay, baby", his sensitive cock twitched at the thought of making you walk home with his load buried deep in you. Shikamaru leaned down, resting most of his weight on his arm above your head as he slowed his hips, thrusting with power instead of speed, "Gonna stuff you full of my cum", he moaned low in his throat. Pumping in and out of your sweet, overstimulated pussy until two- three- four thrusts, Shikamaru was groaning low and coating your slick walls with his thick ropes of cum, stuffing you full.
You cried as your pussy trembled around him, pulling another orgasm out of you as he unloaded into your tightness.
You clenched around him painfully, listening to Shikamaru moan before biting your shoulder to force himself to be quiet. His hips spasmed weakly, your cunt milking him dry until Shikamaru was spent and panting heavily above you.
"Nara! The elders won't be happy you're late!" came the shout, a few yards away, but the large tree blocked you from being discovered.
You felt him twitch inside you, making you whimper and wiggle to get him out of you. Your body felt depleted of energy; a low throbbing pulsed in your ruined little pussy, Shikamaru's rough actions had familiar fatigue settle on your body- but it still hurt in the most cathartic way. You sighed blissfully.
"mmph-" You cried upon his palm still pressed on your mouth when Shikamaru suddenly slid out of you. You felt your pussy clench around nothing while his cum slowly oozed out. Shikamaru gazed at your glistening folds, mixed with your juices with rapt attention before pushing the thick gobs that dribbled out back inside your ruined cunt. You squirmed, whimpering and whining as he kept filling you with his dripping cum.
"Don't lose a drop until I get back", Shikamaru ordered you, eyes clouded with a dark desire that stirred something inside you as he plugged your hole packed with his thick load with his fingers. "Where are your panties?" he gruffed, looking around the space until he found the fabric hanging on one of your ankles somehow. He let go of your mouth, "Put them on, now", he grunted.
"Nara! Seriously!"
"Now", Shikamaru hissed, watching you scramble to put on your panties on the other leg. He retreated his fingers, allowing you to sit up and cover your pussy with the fabric already staining from the wetness that leaked out of you. "You better still have that inside you when I come over later", he smacked your thigh playfully, a lazy smirk returning on his face.
You whimpered, leaning in to kiss him before you both started struggling to make yourself look presentable- the voice getting louder to your side of the meadow.
"One hour- your place", Shikamaru grunted when the voice yelled his name again, "Maybe two hours", he sighed, the weight of responsibility already descending on his shoulders and beginning to produce those stress lines his orgasm washed away.
You giggled, straightening out his collar and pulling a leaf out of his ponytail, "Just come around as soon as it's over", you squirmed on the ground, feeling your pussy leak his load onto your panties, "I-I have to clean-"
"Don't you dare", he snarled, capturing your lips in a hard kiss before pulling away abruptly, "I expect to see my cum in you when I see you".
You whined from his harsh tone, "O-okay", you managed to breathe out as you watched him stand up. You bit your lip, your wetness having stained his dark pants and made them damp from his crotch to thigh. "Looks like you peed yourself", you teased, enjoying the roll of his eyes and the slight huff of frustration.
"You just keep my fat load in that pretty little cunt, and we'll call it even", Shikamaru smirked down at you teasingly before walking away, "Thanks for waking me from my nap!" He shouted, coming out of the hiding spot and walking to the middle of the meadow.
"You were there the whole time?" Said the voice full of disbelief, "I thought I heard some squirrels fighting or something".
You peaked around the tree trunk to only see the back of Shikamaru, the man standing a few feet away. Shikamaru huffed, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly, "Yeah, they were almost as loud as you".
"Why are you all wet and sweaty?"
"Spilled my drink on me in my sleep", Shikamaru replied cooly," Plus- it's hot as fuck today".
"Well, clean yourself up! You're already late- might as well look presentable".
Shikamaru groaned, "What a drag", before following behind the man with heavy steps, but not without looking over his shoulder to shoot a cheeky wink at you that had you stifling a giggle behind your hand.
You watched the two of them walk out of the meadow, stayed for a couple more minutes, then got up from your hiding spot. Now, the afternoon sun was significantly less harsh, warm rays and a gentle breeze swished your dress as you walked out of the meadow.
You walked home with your thighs clenched, cheeks flushed, navigating through the streets of Konoha as best as you could with Shikamaru's seed dripping down your thighs. You tried your best to seem normal, but the lewd act of walking around with your boyfriend's load stuffed inside you, with only a thin cloth keeping the thick globs at bay, had you whimpering to yourself.
"Excuse me, Y/N?"
You tensed, turning around to the sound of your name to see an older gentleman with the Nara clan symbol embroidered on his clothes. He stood with his hands behind his back, shoulders squared and face donning an impassive stare as he studied your dishevelled form. "You are Y/N, correct?"
You nodded shyly, patting down the skirt of your dress, suddenly aware of the grass stains and dirt that coated your lower half. Your body felt flush from the embarrassment of being caught in such a state by someone in Shikamaru's clan. You bowed politely, "Yes, that's me. Can I help you, sir?"
His eyes raked down your frame slowly; you felt his stare pierce through your clothes, almost as if he could tell why you were clenching your thighs so hard. But that's impossible- you hissed to yourself, you're acting dramatic.
That didn't stop your face from burning from the humiliation, damn you, Shikamaru.
"My name is Enchu Nara. I am one of the elder advisors to the Nara Clan".
If it was possible, your cheeks burned hotter, shame filling you to the brim. This was your first meeting with such a respected and high ranking official from your boyfriend's clan, and you had grass stains on your dress and his cum trickling down your thigh. You stood up a little straighter, "Oh", you squeaked pathetically, "N-nice to meet you, sir".
Enchu hummed lightly in barely contained discontent; his gaze on your unkempt appearance screamed dissatisfaction, his disapproval of you was clear, and all he did was introduce himself.
"Is there any place we can talk in private?"
"Yes", you stammered, "My home is just around the corner. I can make us some tea?" and clean up in the privacy of your bathroom- fuck what Shikamaru said, you had to clean yourself up.
He nodded, walking alongside you quietly as you led the way to your small apartment.
It only took five minutes for the two of you to stand in front of your red door and guide him to your tiny kitchen table by the counter, "Please, take a seat, and I will be right back". You didn't give him a moment to reply before you dashed to your bathroom down the hall.
You slipped off your dirty panties, whimpering when you felt the fluid seep out of you. Biting your lip, you sat down on the toilet seat and began to clean yourself up with wet wipes. Your hands shook with nerves, shame and a little guilt for disobeying Shikamaru's orders.
You made quick work of cleaning yourself up, putting on a fresh pair of underwear and stripping off your dirty dress to slip on the casual kimono you often wore around the house. It wasn't traditional, but at least it was clean.
"So sorry for the wait, sir", You said as casually as you could with flushed cheeks and shaky hands, "I hadn't had the time all day to use the bathroom", you babbled in what you hoped was playful conversation. From the look on his face, he didn't seem to find you as charming as you thought. You cleared your throat awkwardly when the silence stretched, busying your hands with the kettle and settling a tray with your cute little tea set, "What brew would you prefer? I have green tea, chamomile, peppermint-"
"Excuse me, but I have something important to discuss with you, and your idle prattling is only making this longer than it needs to be".
You bit your tongue, anger starting to take the place shame once sat as you eyed the older gentleman, "Okay", you said slowly, setting down the teapot, "What is it?" You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him place his hands on his lap as if touching your table cloth or anything you owned was beneath him.
"To put it frankly, Enchu began to say in a dull monotone, "The Elders have agreed on a match for Shikamaru, and unfortunately, dear- it's not you".
You stared at him for a moment in quiet disbelief. He must have taken your silence as an indication to continue talking, spewing more muted criticism towards you. "Please, don't take this personally", you couldn't help but scoff- Enchu continued uncaringly, "This match will be equally beneficial for both families- Shikamaru is an exceptional young man, and he should be married to someone in his calibre". The last word dripped with disdain- you were mildly surprised he didn't drool all over his chin.
You laughed, shocking him and pulling the man out of his classist high horse for a moment as he stared at you in surprise. You just threw your head back and laughed- how you always did when you felt uncomfortable and embarrassed.
"You did this for what?" You said between laughter, "You're asking me to break up with the man I've been with since we were teenagers- for what?" you scoffed, "For a marriage that was decided between a few grumpy old people that have no right in-"
"We have every right!" He shouted, rising from his chair quickly, making it topple over and crash on the floor, "This is what's best for the future of the Nara Clan!" Enchu sighed, straightening out his robes as if arguing with you was demeaning, "I know this must be upsetting to hear, but a union with a strong clan will-"
"And what does Shikamaru say?" You crossed your arms, fully secure in your boyfriend's attitude towards something like this. You knew Shikamaru loved you. There was no way-
"He has agreed".
The air left you like a punch to the gut, "What?" you choked out, tightness in the form of despair clutching at your chest as you stared at the man in front of you with wide eyes.
Enchu sighed, moving to the side so he could pick up the chair and tuck it back under the table, "He should have told you earlier, but he has agreed on the union. That's the meeting he was late to today, to plan a trip to meet the family". He said calmly as if the room around you wasn't spinning and the tears weren't rolling down your cheeks.
You laughed again, albeit it came out strangled and short this time from the lump in your throat, "So you've resorted to lying-"
"Ask him", he stared at you with interest in his dark eyes, "Ask him where he's going later, and watch him deflect the answer". Enchu bowed his head then began to walk out of your home, "It's nothing against you- this marriage is for the sake of our clan, and Shikamaru has vowed to uphold the honour and perform whatever duties necessary of him to achieve this".
"Get out", you whispered hollowly, sorrow clutching your throat as you tried to wrap your head around what just happened.
"Good day", he said calmly before exiting your home, taking the last of your restraint with him as the tears began to fall in abundance.
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The next couple of hours flew by in a haze of anguish and disbelief. You didn't want to believe that stranger over your years with Shikamaru. You knew what kind of man he was, in your heart, the one that was beginning to shatter as doubt crept in.
"No", you whispered out loud, rising from the kitchen floor you slid down to when you cried. "No", you said more firmly, wiping away the tears, "No!" He wouldn't do this- Shikamaru wouldn't simply leave you like that; he wouldn't agree to an arranged marriage and still keep you on the side. Shikamaru was not that kind of man.
A soft knock on the door sounded, tearing you away from the turmoil you sank into and finally seeing that dusk had settled in the outside world. You wiped your face with a tissue before walking over and opening the door, finding Shikamaru standing there with a frown and fresh clothes- with his mission bag strapped on his back.
"Where are you going?"
"On a mission", he grumbled, clearly unhappy, "I just came to tell you that I will be gone for a couple of weeks".
You gripped the kimono tight to your chest, forcing yourself to say these next words, "How was the clan meeting?"
Shikamaru shrugged, "Nothing interesting", though there was an unusual edge to his voice that wedged the doubt deeper in your heart, "But-"
Your breath hitched, tears brimming in your eyes as you thought back to what the elder said and the way Shikamaru refused to look you in the eye. His eyes settled somewhere over your shoulder, and even though he leaned against your door frame, there was a thick vein stressed on his temple, and his shoulders were slumped in obvious fatigue.
"But what?" you pressed, the silence killing you just as much as the looming cloud of tension that seemingly descended upon the two of you, "Shika-"
"When I get back, there's something I have to tell you".
"Wha-"
"Later", he gruffed, clipped and agitated that didn't seem directed at you, but you were the closest person to him- so, unfortunately, received the attitude.
You bit your cheek, pushing down your frustration so you could speak calmly, "Where are you going?"
Shikamaru rose a brow before taking in your teary eyes and trembling lip, "Is there something wrong?" he softened his voice, pushing himself off of the door frame and reaching out a hand for you. His automatic caring instincts activated from the sight of your distress.
You recoiled from his touch, tightening your grip on the kimono, "Where are you going?" you repeated firmly, adding a bite to your tone and steel to your gaze, protecting yourself against the pain stinging in your chest.
Shikamaru looked taken aback, "What's gotten into you?" he tried reaching for you again, but you jerked more forcibly, rejecting his touch and putting some distance between you. This time, Shikamaru frowned, confused by your attitude and sudden cold behaviour towards him, "What-"
"Tell me where you're going", you tried to bury the tremble in your voice with a harsh glare- the more he deflected, the more doubt slithered its way and poisoned you, "Is it something to do with the meeting you had?"
"Why are you pushing this?"
"Why won't you tell me?"
"I will!" Shikamaru shouted in exasperation, rubbing his hand over his face, "I'll tell you when I get back, I just-"
"Nah", you choked out, "Tell me now", you couldn't hide the tears this time, "Tell me where you're going", you practically begged with a whisper.
Shikamaru stared at you, short pants of breath and jaw clenching in poorly restained frustration. Tension filled with sorrow, anger and confusion boiled between you- until, "I'll be back in two weeks", he grumbled finally, turning around and walking away from you.
The final wedge stabbed at your chest, completely shattering your heart and leaving you sobbing quietly behind your door.
Three Strikes, You're Out | Yakuza!AU Shikamaru Nara x OC
HELLO FRIENDS I AM SO EXCITED TO POST ANOTHER FIC FOR YOU I HAVE BEEN WRITING THIS ON AND OFF SINCE SEPTEMBER 2021 AND I FINALLY FINISHED IT LAST NIGHT AAAAAAAAA i'm obsessed with this au okay???? i know it says yakuza but this is kind of a mix between the japanese yakuza and the american/italian mafia, because typically women didn't play prominent roles in the yakuza so i kind of went a little off script with that. i have been,,,,obsessed with this AU since i started thinking about it and my best friend and i have been brainstorming ideas!! this fic actually stems from a lot of the headcanoning we've done together!!! the opening scene is based on a mini comic i drew while we were talking together and if yall want i can post that here too 👀👀👀 i just,,,i love this au so much LMFAO ANYWAYS. I AM. SO EXCITED SO IM GONNA SHUT UP AND GET TO POSTING AHAHAHAHAH I HOPE YALL LIKE IT 💜💜💜 Tagging @whatelsecouldgowrong because I know she's been waiting for this HAHAHHAHH
Pairings: Shikamaru Nara x OC
Word Count: 9.2k
Genre: Yakuza!AU, Smut
Warnings: None
Contents: 18+ MINORS DNI. Oral (m&f receiving), face fucking, dirty talk, creampie. Shikamaru is kind of a dick in this AU because I say so. Entirely self indulgent. No editing, we die like women.
Summary: Shikamaru gets transferred to Naruto's gang, and his right hand woman doesn't take too kindly to their new addition.
The first strike was their very first face to face meeting. He was subjected to a trade; moving from Haruki Yukimura's gang to Naruto Uzumaki's, trading brains for brawn. Haruki needed strength, and Naruto needed intellect. To solidify their relationship in public, he would send over his bodyguard Rock Lee, and she would send over her financial advisor Shikamaru Nara. From the moment she knew about the trade, Yuuna was less than thrilled. She thought it was a stupid idea. They were already a close syndicate, they didn't need to lose man power and have a total stranger join their ranks. She thought it was dangerous and would only cause problems within their gang.
When the trade happened, both gangs were present. Naruto had sent Lee over, and Haruki had sent Shikamaru over.
"To think I'm gonna have to start working with a whole new gang," He groaned, dragging his feet along the hardwood floor of Naruto's office towards him. He reached a hand up to scratch at the back of his head. "Damn, this is gonna be such a drag."
Yuuna's eyebrow twitched. In an instant, she hopped down from her place sitting on the edge of Naruto's desk and she stood in front of Shikamaru so he couldn't progress any further. He stopped in front of her and glared down at the brunette.
"Do you need somethin', Princess?" He inquired, raising an annoyed eyebrow. "'Cause if not, you should get the hell outta my way."
With a glare, she straightened her back and stared up into his narrow mocha eyes.
"It's in your best interest to play nice, Mr. Nara. I know more about you than you think I do." She started, her voice low. "You try and pull any funny business, and I'll have your name, birthday, address, and social security number plastered over every rival gang's territory, you understand me?!"
What started as a low growl in her tone escalated to a firm raising of her voice by the time she finished. Naruto swallowed nervously, shifting slightly so he could move to de-escalate the situation if he needed to. Haruki glared at the woman that threatened her former right hand. She was not impressed. She understood where Yuuna was coming from and appreciated how fiercely loyal she was, but she wouldn't tolerate threats.
Shikamaru, on the other hand, found it intriguing to say the least. Oh, how amusing this little mouse was. He took a drag from his cigarette and pulled it from his lips, then exhaled a cloud of smoke against her face. She coughed and brought her hands up to her face to fan the smoke out of her eyes. He simply smiled at her and leaned in close, pressing his cheek to hers and whispered,
"Is it really a smart idea to be threatening the guy who handles your paycheck?"
The shit eating grin on his face when he pulled back and took a drag from his cigarette made her blood boil.
"C-Cocky bastard--!!" She exclaimed, face hot from his husky voice in her ear, moving to lunge forward to smack that sneer right off of his face.
"Yuuna!!" She heard from behind her. She stopped in her tracks and turned around to see Naruto glaring at her from his desk. "That's enough. Back off."
She gritted her teeth and reluctantly stepped back, looking up at the scarred face that stood in front of her. The smirk that rested on his lips ignited a rage filled flame in her body.
"You heard the man." He said. The mocking tone in his voice nearly made her jump at him again. "Back off, sweetheart."
He took another drag of his cigarette and walked past her, being sure to flash her another condescending smirk as he did so. She stood there and grimaced, her long nails digging into the meat of her palm as she balled her hands into fists.
"I'm sorry about her, Mr. Nara, Miss Yukimura." Naruto stood up from his regal desk chair and bowed an apology to the syndicate head and her former right hand. "I'll be having a very thorough discussion with Miss Misaki when we're done here."
Haruki hesitated for a moment before she spoke. "I think it's best you let her, and anyone else who feels similarly, know that you and I have been working together for quite some time now." She explained, taking a slow step forward towards him. "This is just our first public move."
As she progressed forward, she stopped when she found herself beside the brunette.
"All that dirt you have on him, I also have on you." She whispered firmly, almost menacingly. "Keep that in mind when you decide to smear his info across the city."
Haruki shifted to look at the woman next to her and smirked, then continued on her path towards greeting Naruto with a handshake. Yuuna swallowed and let out a shaky breath as soon as the attention had been shifted from her to the syndicate heads.
"Anyways, before we were so rudely interrupted, I'm sure you'll find Shikamaru to be a valuable asset to your gang." Haruki announced as she walked over to his desk. "His intellect and financial advisory are unrivaled."
Naruto leaned over his desk to extend his scarred right hand out to the smaller woman in front of him. Haruki gave it a firm shake.
"He's been my right hand since day one." She explained. "You'd do well to remember to treat him with the utmost respect."
"Of course. We'll welcome him with open arms." He smiled, placing his left hand over Haruki's as they shook. "I'll be sure that everyone here sees to that."
He shifted his attention to the man beside him and gave a friendly smile.
"Good to have you, Mr. Nara." He extended his hand out to shake. "I'm sure you'll be a valuable asset to us."
Shikamaru paused for a moment and took another drag from his cigarette before giving Naruto's hand a firm shake.
"Getting used to all these new people is gonna be such a pain," He sighed. He shifted his gaze from Naruto over to Yuuna, who was glaring at him from the middle of the room. He couldn't help the smirk that pulled at his lips. "But I'm sure we'll eventually get along just fine."
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The second strike was when she attempted to expose him for espionage. Since day one, she hadn't been convinced he was a loyal member of their group. So she took it upon herself to keep an eye on Shikamaru in case he tried to sabotage Naruto's position of power. Yuuna had noticed that a few times a week, once Shikamaru was finished with his duties with Naruto, he would take a drive to meet up with Haruki and have dinner. She saw no reason for them to be having these meetings and was convinced that he was relaying top secret information about their business doings to his former employer. With a confident smirk, she carefully made her way back to Naruto's office in a taxi to relay her findings to the boss she respected so much.
What she hadn't expected was to see Shikamaru there when she burst through the doors.
"Hey, Naruto!! I've got somethin' to tell you--" She exclaimed, heels clacking to a dead stop on the ground as she laid eyes on the coal haired advisor standing next to her boss.
"Yuuna. I thought I told you to head home for the night." He inquired, turning his attention from Shikamaru to the woman in front of him. "What's so important you came rushing back here so late at night?"
She stood there gritting her teeth, eyes wide and staring daggers into Shikamaru's skull. Regaining her composure, she turned her attention to the blond man before her.
"Sir, I need you to listen to me." She demanded, stepping forward until she was at the edge of his desk. "Mr. Nara isn't the loyal advisor you think he is."
"What?" Naruto asked, furrowing his brow. Shikamaru scoffed and took a drag from his cigarette.
"I haven't liked him since day fucking one. He's always given me a bad feeling, so I've been watching him carefully to make sure he's not up to anything." She explained, pressing her palms flat on his desk as she leaned forward to address him. "He's been having secret meetings with Miss Yukimura three times a week to discuss our affairs with her. That's top secret information, sir. He's been divulging classified information to your so-called 'colleague'."
She pulled back from his desk and stood up straight, shifting her gaze over to the spy in question and flashing him a triumphant smirk. It faded almost as soon as it came on when she realized that he looked cool as a cucumber and was smirking right back at her.
"Yuuna…" Naruto sighed, scratching the stubble on his cheek. "I know about the meetings."
She whipped her head around to look over at Naruto and her eyes almost popped out of her skull.
"S-Sir…?!"
"They were my idea." He explained, exhaling and sitting down in his chair. He laced his fingers together and looked up at her from his seat. "I thought it would be better if our two syndicates were as transparent as possible with one another, so I arranged for Shikamaru and Haruki to meet and discuss our standings. They strategize about things that will work well with the businesses we already have while also not stealing businesses from her. That way we don't step on each other's toes. He's the go-between from Haruki to me."
She stood there dumbfounded, staring at Naruto as if she'd seen a ghost.
"...So he hasn't been divulging classified information in those meetings then." She squeaked, feeling her face begin to burn up from a mixture of shame and embarrassment.
"No, he hasn't." Naruto leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "They're both very smart individuals and it's clear they've been nothing but honest with us about their affairs."
She balled her hands into fists, long painted nails digging into the meat of her palms. She shifted uncomfortably in place, heels scraping against the hardwood floor of his office. She grimaced and bit her lip, trembling ever so slightly with agitation. A chuckle erupted from next to her and she shifted her emerald eyes to see Shikamaru's mocha hues staring back at her, glistening with delight as a maniacal grin stretched across his lips. He took a long, almost exaggerated drag of his cigarette, and blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth with a chuckle.
"Well. That's oh-for-two." He sneered, giving her a teasing smirk as he flicked the ashes from his smoke into the ashtray on the desk. "I wonder if Naruto's a baseball kind of guy."
He replaced the cigarette between his lips and began to exit the office at a lazy pace, dragging his feet across the floor with his hands in his trouser pockets. As he did so, he sang quietly under his breath but made sure he was loud enough for Yuuna to hear as he passed her.
"'Cause it's one, two, three strikes you're out at the old ball game."
Without saying anything more he opened the door and walked out of the office, then shut the door behind him. Her blood boiling from the utter humiliation she'd just put herself through, Yuuna let out a frustrated wail and brought her hands up to her head, pulling her hair from her skull.
"That cocky motherfucker!!" She squawked. She ran her hands through her hair and took a moment to collect herself before turning to Naruto, averting his gaze but straightening up to address him. With a deep sigh through her nose, she closed her eyes then finally met his eyes. "...I'm sorry, sir. I made an ass of myself again."
Naruto sighed and scratched the back of his head.
"What the hell am I gonna do with you?" He mumbled, pulling his arm from his neck to drum his fingers along the wood of his desk top.
"I just--..." She started, trailing off after a moment. With another sigh, she closed her eyes and continued. "...I just don't want all of your hard work to be ruined, Naruto. You've built something amazing here and I don't want anyone taking that away from you."
He paused, listening to her words before he spoke. He leaned back in his chair, recalling what Haruki had told him in private on the night of the trade.
That one is fiercely loyal. You'd better be treating her well.
He drummed his fingers against the wood again and sighed, then then laced his fingers together and looked up at her with furrowed brows and a stern expression.
"Well...nothing really came out of those accusations. And I know your intentions were good." He spoke, his features softening. "So I suppose this time you're off the hook."
She let out the breath that she was holding and sighed with relief. "Thank you, sir. I'll be more careful going forward."
He smiled at her, taking her word. Yuuna was a trustworthy member of his gang, and he knew that if she said she was going to do something, she would absolutely do it. When the air of tension dissipated from between them, his smile grew wider and he chuckled, narrowing his eyes and squinting over at his subordinate.
"Soooo, you and Mr. Nara seem to be getting along well."
She froze in place and her body stiffened, her face flushing red; though this time it wasn't from embarrassment. With a twitch of her eyebrow, she scoffed and whipped around to the side so he couldn't see her blushing.
"Like hell we are." She snapped at him, digging her nails into the flesh of her forearms as she crossed them over her chest. "He's a fucking asshole and the less I get to work with him the better."
Naruto giggled, leaving forward in his chair and resting his chin on top of the back of his hands as they held his head up.
"Oh really?" He prodded, tilting his head to the side. "'Cause that's not what your red-ass face is saying right now."
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Sometime in between the first two strikes, Shikamaru had found himself in an unfortunate situation. As it turned out, at some point he had caught feelings for her. He wasn't sure if it was the time she asked for a smoke from him when he knew she'd never smoked in her life, or if it was the time he came back to the office plastered after a meeting and she ended up taking care of him throughout the night, or if it was when she was being followed by some delinquents and she called him to help her out and then proceeded to walk her home every day so they wouldn't bother her again. Would he act on those feelings he ended up with? No, of course not. She hated him, after all. At least that's what she was trying to make him think; he could see through her act and knew it was all for show, but he played along for her sake. He recognized the tension between them when they were alone together and it only made it worse. He was constantly pushing those feelings back; he had a job to do as Naruto's right hand, and no woman, no matter how attractive or how confident, was going to stop him from that.
But he was waiting. Waiting for Yuuna to slip up again, to accuse him of a lie, or to corner him with "proof" that he was planning something again. Because this time, he wasn't letting her off the hook. This time, it would be her third strike.
He had offered to stay at the office late tonight, going through paperwork and documents to sort out what needed to be discarded and what needed to be transferred to receipts. He sat back in Naruto's desk chair and flicked the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray on the desk, sighing deeply and scratching the top of his head.
"Man, maybe I should have gone home when he offered, this is such a drag." He grumbled to himself. He pushed the chair back and stood up, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. He crossed them over his chest as he looked down at the paperwork scattered around the desk. "Maybe I'll call it for the night."
He began to pull all the papers together and replace them in the file folders they were organized in, save for one sheet that he needed to take home to look over more. He sighed as he pulled open the filing cabinet beside the desk, replacing the folders to the alphabetical places they belonged.
Suddenly, there was a click of the doorknob turning. He hadn't been expecting anyone to still be in the office so late, so the sudden noise made him jump a little as he whipped his head up to look at the door. And he was absolutely delighted when he saw who entered the room.
"Hey, Naruto? Sorry, I know it's late, but I came to ask you someth--"
Yuuna stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the office and saw Shikamaru behind her boss's desk. Her gaze flicked to the opened filing cabinet and the loose sheet of paper on the desk.
"You sneaky little fucker." She growled, eyes narrow and glaring daggers into his skull. "I should have fucking known you would try and pull some shit like this while he's gone, you god damn snake!!"
He simply looked at her with a smirk on his face. She was all bark and no bite. Despite all of her threats, she'd never once acted upon them. Shikamaru knew from the get-go the type of person Yuuna was, and he wasn't scared of her. It was quite the opposite, actually. He was very fond of the brunette. Fond enough, in fact, that she was the center of his thoughts. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about her. When he wasn't focused on work or in a meeting with Naruto or Haruki, she was all he could think about. The way she walked with a confident stride in her step. The way her emerald eyes caught the light and glimmered. The way her fingers drummed against the hardwood of the meeting table as she reviewed important documents.
But he found himself most often thinking about her lips. How the pink hue of her lipstick glistened and drew him in. How cute they looked when she was pouting or claiming she was upset at him. He oftentimes wondered just what would happen if he kissed those pretty, pouty, pink lips of hers. What would they taste like? What would it feel like to pull her lower lip between his teeth as he ran his hands along her bare skin? How would it feel to have those soft lips of hers wrapped around his cock, tears spilling from her eyes in a blissful expression as she choked on his girth?
That last thought rotted through his brain nearly every time he looked at her. Every time her tongue grazed over her lips absently in thought, he felt the blood rush between his thighs and he had to force himself to get a grip and cool down. But now...
Now it was just the two of them, and the tension in the air was palpable. He knew it, and he knew she knew it too. That sooner or later, something was going to happen. And oh, did he ever hope that something was going to happen tonight.
He stared at the woman on the opposite end of the room with a smirk on his face. He looked down at the document on the table and took it into his hands. He folded the paper into a neat little rectangle and opened his blazer, placing the document into the inside pocket. He returned his mocha hues to meet her glare, reaching down and shutting the filing cabinet. At a snail's pace, he began to make his way around the desk and walk over to her.
"What the fuck is your problem, huh?!" She shouted, watching as he took his sweet time. "You gonna say something or what?!"
Shikamaru stopped to reach into his pocket and pull out a new cigarette. He placed it between his lips and plucked out his lighter, igniting the end and replacing the metal back into his trousers. He took a deep inhale and then pulled the cigarette from his lips, exhaling the smoke with a smug grin.
"Naruto needed to go home and get some rest. I offered to stay. He gave me a list of things that needed to get done tonight." He stated, shifting his gaze back and forth between her eyes. "I'm just doing what I was told to do."
"Bullshit." She accused, standing her ground and staying firm. She watched as he fiddled around in his pocket to produce a scrap piece of paper that indeed did have a list of to-dos scribbled on it in Naruto's handwriting. He smirked and stuffed it back into his pants and watched as she became increasingly more antsy, shifting slightly in place, but still remaining firm.
"I gotta say," He started, taking another long drag from his cigarette. "I'm surprised you still have it in you to keep going with this. I mean, come on, I've proven I'm a decent guy time and time again and you're still suspicious? This whole thing is starting to turn into such a drag."
Yuuna scoffed and straightened up, looking directly into his eyes and running her tongue along her upper lip. He watched as the muscle slid along her flesh, feeling the blood rush to his stiffening erection. Shikamaru stifled a low groan with a drag of his cigarette as he kept his eyes fixated on her lips.
"I'll keep looking." She griped, furrowing her brows and frowning. "I don't care how fucking long it takes. I will get you."
His eye twitched minutely and he flicked the ashes off the end of his smoke, holding it between his right index and middle fingers. He strutted towards her with a smirk, backing her up against the door as he caged her in with his left hand. He leaned in close, face mere centimeters from hers, and he chuckled.
"Listen here, lapdog," He muttered, his voice low and husky, lips stretched into a sly smile. It was almost threatening. "Search all you want. You won't find any dirt on me. I'm squeaky clean."
She could feel her heart beating in her throat and her breathing quickened, shifting her gaze back and forth between his eyes. She pressed her back up against the door, dragging her nails against the wood as she glared up at him. The tension was unbearable. With a scowl, she suddenly lifted a hand up to his head to grasp at his hair, loosening it from its confines a little as she pulled his head to the side. The sudden motion caught him off guard and he winced at the pain, but let out a low, hungry groan at the stinging sensation. He looked down at her and panted.
"Fuck you, Nara." She hissed, baring her teeth but pushing her back off of the door to press her chest lightly against his. He pulled his hand down from its spot above her head on the wood, then mirrored her movement, grabbing a fistful of her hair and snapping her head back. She let out a moan at the abrupt movement, loosening her grip on his hair and falling back against the door again. She looked up at him through heavy lashes as her breathing became labored.
"Strike three, doll-face." He muttered, then surged forward to capture her lips in a heated kiss. She returned it instantly, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to roam around as it pleased. He pressed his body up against her, lifting his right arm up to rest against the door and pinning her against it. He began to rut his hips forward against hers, groaning into her mouth as he felt his cock twitch beneath his trousers.
Yuuna pulled her hand from his hair and ran it down his neck until it rested against his chest, where she began to shift it under his blazer to slip it off. He pulled back from her lips for just a moment, placing his cigarette between his own and shucking his jacket off of his shoulders. He let it fall to the ground, then pulled the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke. He dove forward again to capture her in another fiery kiss, fiddling with his belt as he let his tongue explore her mouth. She let out a soft moan as she felt him grind his throbbing cock against her, finally free from its confines. She pulled back to catch her breath, resting her head against the wooden door as she gasped for air. Shikamaru took the opportunity to pull her head to the side, exposing her neck, and placed open mouth kisses along the skin. He licked at her flesh, sucking it until he left a mark, then moved along to an empty space and did the same thing there until her neck was covered in bruises. She let out a string of quiet moans as he did so, reaching her hand down to curl her fingers around his girth, stroking him in a steady rhythm. He groaned against her skin, releasing his grip on her hair to slip his fingers under her dress and drag them over her clothed slit.
He smirked against her skin when he felt how damp her panties were, gliding the pad of his middle finger over her clit and circling it lazily. She trembled underneath his touch, pulling her other hand up from the door behind her to grasp at his shirt and pressing her forehead into his neck.
"You like that, Princess?" He asked, but he already knew the answer when she let out a whimper underneath him. He pulled back just enough to watch her, holding his smoke in between his long, thin fingers. He then used that free hand to grope one of her breasts, pulling it out from the low-cut fabric and kneading the flesh between his unoccupied fingers. He slipped the digits on his other hand under her panties, gliding them through her folds and chuckling as he heard her whimpering again. She let out a low moan feeling his fingers dipping inside of her, clenching onto the fabric of his dark green button-up.
She gave his cock another steady pump, pulling her head back from his neck to look into his eyes. They exchanged a lust-filled glance before she shot forward to kiss him again, shifting her hand from his chest to the back of his head where she held him against her lips. She ground down against his fingers, moaning into his mouth and stroking his girth quickly.
"Fuck--" He muttered against her tongue, pressing himself up harder against her and quickening the movement of his wrist. She moaned as she felt him slip another finger into her heat and in turn flicked her own wrist faster. He groaned again, pulling away just enough to catch his breath as he snatched her lower lip between his teeth. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and began pressing tight circles against her clit with his middle finger. He shifted his head back just enough to prop his cigarettes between his lips, holding it between them as he took a long drag and blew the smoke out from the side of his mouth. He took his now free hand and shifted it down to pull at her thigh, lifting it up and pressing her leg back under the crook of her knee.
The shift in position caused Yuuna's head to tilt back against the door, a soft moan resonating from her lips as her eyes rolled back. She lifted her arm to wrap it around his shoulders and rested the other hand on his cheek, huffing as she refocused her gaze onto the scarred face in front of her. Shikamaru rutted his hips forward, grinding his cock against her, running the tip along her soaked panties. He groaned at the feeling, letting his head fall back a little as the cigarette between his lips threatened to fall to the floor. He tilted his head forward, brow furrowed and face hot, and ground his cock against her heat again.
"You want it?" He rasped, shifting his hand to his face to pull the cigarette from his mouth. He exhaled the smoke to the side and circled his hips against her again. She tilted her head back against the door again and nodded. He chuckled and grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks slightly, pulling her head down and forcing her to look into his eyes. "I'm not doing shit until I hear you say it."
"Fuck me." She hissed with a pant, then pulled his head towards hers to capture him in a hungry kiss. He smirked against her and chuckled through his nose, then pulled back to release his grip on her cheeks and replace his cigarette between his lips. She had to stop her eyes from rolling back into her head as she felt him slip his fingers inside of her again, breathing out a heavy pant and biting down on her bottom lip. Her brows furrowed and she looked up at him through heavy lashes. "With your cock, you shitty bastard."
He scoffed and glared down at her, maintaining eye contact for a moment. In one quick movement he removed his fingers from her soaking hole and pulled her panties to the side, then slammed his hips forward until his cock was buried inside her to the hilt. They moaned in synchronization, her body trembling as her pussy adjusted to the sudden stretch. His cigarette fell to the vinyl tile beneath them as he panted, pressing his forehead hard against hers. He stomped out the cigarette and refocused his vision on her, pressing her leg back farther and smirking.
"Fuck, you feel as good as I hoped you would." Shikamaru huffed, the grin still present on his face. He slowly shifted his hips back, sliding his cock out of her slowly. The lazy movement elicited a moan from the woman in front of him. He shifted his hips forward, sliding back inside of her, and repeated the slow action a few times. He wanted to feel every inch of that intoxicating wet heat that wrapped around him so deliciously. He chuckled as she huffed beneath him, leaning in closer to her face. "Feel good, sweetheart? C'mon, you like it, don't you?"
Yuuna furrowed her brow and huffed, the movement of her hips synchronizing with his betraying the look of annoyance on her face. She tried desperately to keep up her facade but the moan that escaped her lips was enough of an answer to his question. He scoffed down at her, lips mere inches from hers, as he slowly pressed his cock back inside her cunt. He pressed her leg back again until it was nearly flush with her chest. She gasped as he deepened his thrusts, and he took the opportunity to close the small space between their faces.
He pressed his lips to hers and she parted her own upon contact, allowing his tongue to traverse inside the wet cavern of her mouth. She shifted her leg from his grip, resting her calf up onto his shoulder. He groaned into her mouth and held her thigh as he thrusted his hips forwards. She let one of her hands snake its way behind his head to hold his mouth against hers while the other found its way to the buttons on his shirt. She began to unbutton the fabric as he fucked into her, slipping it off his shoulders so it met his blazer on the ground.
Yuuna's hands wandered the expanse of bare skin in front of her, dragging her long, painted nails across his flesh. She pulled at his hair to separate them, huffing against his face as she caught her breath.
"F-Fuck, 's so good," She mewled, lost in the pleasure and dropping her facade. Shikamaru smirked at her and shifted one of his hands down her body, letting his thumb drag over her clit as he slowed his pace considerably. She keened at his touch, furrowing her brow upward and looking into his sultry mocha eyes.
"You like that, yeah?" He inquired, flicking his thumb against her nerves at a lazy pace. "You like getting stuffed and having your pussy played with?"
She nodded in response, moaning as his thumb hit a sweet spot against her nerves. "S-So good, 's so g-good."
He grinned wickedly at her and halted his movements entirely. He pulled himself out of her sopping cunt and gave his cock a steady stroke as he looked down at her. The rage in her eyes was absolutely delectable.
"H-Hey, what--" She stammered, heaving for breath. "What the fuck? Why did you stop?!"
He simply smiled down at her and cocked his head to the side.
"'Cause I wanna hear you say it."
Her eyes widened and her face flushed. He couldn't be serious. She frowned and gave a little snarl, baring her teeth at him.
"W-What the fuck do you mean?" She growled, still panting to catch her breath. He chuckled again, stroking his cock and leaning forward to ghost his lips over the shell of her ear and whisper.
"I wanna hear you say how much you want me to fuck you." He grinned wickedly, his breath hot against her ear. She shivered and her eyelids fluttered, swallowing thickly as her head lightly tapped against the wood behind her. He chuckled through his nose, shifting his hips forward and slipping his cock between her thighs, rubbing it along her folds. "Wanna hear you beg for it."
The sound of his husky voice rang in her ear and that alone nearly made her moan. Her knees trembled as she felt his girth sliding between her legs. Every part of her body was screaming at her to give in to his request. But she was stubborn, and even though he pretty much had her figured out, she couldn't give up her facade. Not yet. She met his gaze when he pulled back from her ear, furrowing her brow.
"I don't beg for anyone." Yuuna spoke quietly, keeping her eyes fixed on his. "Especially not for you, Nara."
Shikamaru gave an annoyed frown, sucking the air between his teeth and scowling down at her. He pulled his cock from between her legs and fixed it back into his trousers, stepping away from her and leaning down to pick up the articles of his discarded clothing. Realizing what was happening, the panic settled on her face and she watched as he collected his things.
"Wh-What are you doing?" She asked. He stood up straight and loomed over her almost threateningly.
"If you're not into it, I'm not gonna bother wasting my time." He retaliated, moving past her to grab the door handle. He swung the doors open and began to step out of Naruto's office, but stopped when he heard her call out to him.
"I--..." She started, but trailed off as if she didn't know what to say. She stared at his back, clenching her fists tightly to help soothe the anxiety that was running through her. The jig was up. He'd had her figured out, and there was no point in her trying to bluff anymore. With a shaky sigh, she straightened up and looked at the back of his head. "I--...I want you to f-fuck me. Please."
If his back hadn't been turned, she would have been able to see the devilish grin that stretched across his lips. Just as he had planned. He paused for a moment before slowly turning around to look at her. Their eyes met and he watched her throat tighten as she swallowed. He shifted his attention to her lips, those beautiful pouty lips, and he smirked. He felt his still hard cock twitch and he casually strolled over towards her until they were standing face to face. He loomed over her, gaze burning through her, and leaned his head forward until their lips were mere centimeters apart.
"What was that, doll-face?" He whispered, that cocky smile still present on his features. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific."
The tension was thick enough to be cut with a knife. She stood there, breathing heavily, watching him closely as her cheeks burned hot. She swallowed again, shifting to press her body up against his, trailing her hands along the expanse of his bare chest. She felt his cock pressing against her underneath his pants and it had her almost salivating. Poking her tongue between her painted lips to lick them, she panted again before rutting her hips forward against his.
"W-Want you to fuck me, Shikamaru," She huffed, calling him by his first name for the very first time since they'd met. "Want to feel your cock inside me, w-want you to fill me up. I-I need it."
Every single word that rolled off her tongue had him groaning. He dropped the clothes he was holding to the ground and immediately grabbed hold of the back of her head, crashing his lips against hers. She let out a moan on impact, parting her lips right away so his tongue could brush up against hers. He began to walk forward, pushing her back, until he backed her up against the edge of the couch that resided in the corner of Naruto's office. As soon as her calves hit the couch, he shoved her down onto the cushions. Yuuna landed with a soft oof and she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, huffing softly as the tension between her legs was building up again. He reached into his trousers and pulled out his aching cock, stroking it steadily a few times as he watched her. She licked her lips, rubbing her thighs together as her hands found their way to the waistband of his trousers. She tugged them down just enough so they hung around his thighs and immediately dove forward to swallow his girth, pressing her nose against his hips.
Shikamaru gave a hungry groan as he watched his length disappear behind her lips, fisting her hair and working his hips into a rhythm. He watched her carefully as she slid her tongue along the length of his cock. It was just how he'd pictured it in his head. Even better than he'd imagined. He worked himself up to a steady pace, holding her head still as his hips slapped against her face. She gripped onto his pants tightly and clamped her eyes shut, holding her breath as he fucked into her mouth. He slammed his hips forward, holding her head against them and staring down at her as he caught his breath. She finally opened her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked up to meet his gaze, panting as she caught her breath too. The look on her face was absolutely sinful. It was everything he'd thought it would have been and more. It was just what he was waiting for. He pulled out of her mouth with a groan and she sputtered as the air rushed back into her lungs, coughing and heaving for breath.
Without warning, he shifted downwards and pressed her legs back towards her chest, situating his face between her thighs. He tugged her soaking panties to the side and Yuuna gasped when she felt his tongue gliding through her folds, squirming around and desperately trying to bite back a moan.
"No point in holding it in, Princess," He growled, kissing her inner thighs and nibbling lightly against her flesh. He looked up at her and smirked as he licked a stripe up from her entrance to her clit, circling her nerves lazily. "I wanna hear just how loud you can be for me."
As if on cue, she let out a lewd moan that echoed through the empty office as he lapped at her clit. She pulled one hand up to her head to run it through her hair, and moved the other down on top of Shikamaru's to grasp at his. He smirked against her skin as he continued to devour her cunt, wrapping his arms under her thighs and holding her against his tongue. She draped her legs over his shoulders, squeezing his head lightly between her thighs as she rutted her hips against his mouth.
"F-Fuck--..." She whimpered, panting as she ground down against his tongue. She threw her head back against the sofa and moaned again as she began to feel the pressure build in her gut. "Good, s-so good."
He smiled smugly against her, sliding his tongue through her folds again. He pulled one hand from her thigh and sunk his middle finger into her heat, curling it upwards as he began to thrust the digit in and out of her entrance. He held her against his tongue as her hips rolled and her breathing became heavy, slipping a second finger inside of her to stretch her out more. He could feel her thighs tighten around his head and he knew she was close. Lashing his tongue aggressively against her clit and flicking his wrist quickly, it wasn't long before she came undone under his touch.
Her thighs clenched as her orgasm crashed over her, a lustful cry falling from her lips as her vision went white and she slammed her eyes shut. She ground down against his face, tugging his hair tightly as she held him against her, tongue falling from her lips as she panted to catch her breath. He pulled his fingers from her trembling pussy and shifted his position so he was hovering over her, the head of his cock just barely kissing her entrance. He slid it through her folds, gathering her slick and pressing ever so slightly into her hole.
"This what you want?" Shikamaru asked rhetorically; he very much knew the answer already by the way her eyes were glued to his girth pushing into her. She nodded vigorously and bit down on her lip, wiggling her hips to invite him to fuck her. He snickered and leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a sloppy kiss before pulling away and looking into her emerald hues. "Then fucking say it."
"Want your cock," She whimpered immediately, chasing his lips and pulling him into her for another kiss. Their tongues met on impact and she tried to grind her hips down against him to push him into her further, but he pulled his own back just to tease her when she tried. She whined against his mouth and pulled away from his lips, grasping at his biceps as she looked up desperately into his eyes. "P-Please, Sh-Shikamaru, I need it. N-Need you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock inside me."
That was all the invitation he needed. Without another word, he smirked and shoved his hips forward, burying his cock inside of her again. It felt just as good the second time.
"Fuck, you feel so fuckin' good, Yuuna." He groaned, pressing her legs back towards her chest and leaning forward to capture her in a searing kiss. He began to punch his hips forward, slamming them against hers as he pounded into her cunt relentlessly. He pulled back to look down at her and watch her expression. Her eyes were crossed and her tongue lolled from between her lips, a string of saliva dribbling down the side of her mouth. She looked absolutely beautiful. His lips pulled into a smug grin and he slapped his hips against hers, halting his movement to not only catch his breath but to admire the sight beneath him again.
"You like that don't you?" He muttered with a pant, pulling his hips back and grinding them forward slowly. She nodded furiously, digging her painted fingernails into the flesh of his arms. He continued to rut against her painfully slowly, making sure to feel every inch of her velvet walls wrapping around him. "Such a slut for my cock, aren't you, doll-face?"
He resumed his feral pace after she nodded, pounding into her heat and sealing her mouth with a kiss. He shifted one hand from under her knee to rest on her pelvis as he flicked at her clit with his thumb again. She moved to wrap her arms around the back of his neck where she held him pressed tightly against her, moaning loudly against Shikamaru's lips.
"Good girl," He groaned, slowing his pace just a little to emphasize the praise. He traced slow, lazy circles around her clit, eliciting another moan from the woman beneath him. He smirked and pulled away from her just enough so their lips were barely touching. "I wanna hear just how much you love it, yeah?"
"S' g-good," She whimpered, choking out a sob. Yuuna cracked her eyes open to see his mocha hues staring back at her with so much intensity that it made her quiver. "S-So fucking good, l-love your c-cock."
He groaned, rolling out his neck in a circle and smiling down at her. He quickened his pace again and began slapping his hips against hers, flicking tight circles against her nerves and watching her mouth grow wider and wider as her climax approached.
"Be a good girl for me and cum on my cock, yeah?" He grunted, working hard to push her over the edge. He kissed her and pressed his cheek against hers, his hot breath fanning against her ear. "Cum all over my cock, Princess. I wanna hear you scream my fuckin' name."
The coil in her gut snapped and she was sent spiraling into her climax, arching her back off the sofa and crying out Shikamaru's name so loud he was sure the building across the street could hear. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through his body and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.
He retracted his hips and kicked off his trousers, then sat down on the couch next to her. He pulled Yuuna on top of him and she straddled his lap, resting one hand on his shoulder and slipping the other behind his head to pull him in for a lustful kiss. He slid one hand from her waist to the back of her neck where he pulled the ties of her dress down, allowing her to pull away from him to remove the garment. She tossed it onto the floor next to his pants and dove back in, their tongues meeting on impact. He ran his hands up and down her waist as she ground her hips back against his girth, grabbing a handful of her ass as a growl vibrated in his throat. He pulled her down and they moaned together as she sunk down onto his length.
She began to move her hips slowly at first, looking down at him and watching him with half-lidded eyes. He ran a hand up her waist to her chest where he grabbed at her tits and pulled one into his mouth, lapping slowly at the bud as her hips circled around his cock. He flicked his tongue quickly, kneading the supple flesh between his fingers as his eyes closed and he groaned against her skin. He bucked his hips upwards as she ground down on him, using his other hand to squeeze at her ass again. She let out a lewd moan and adjusted her pace, speeding up as she bounced against his girth. Yuuna rested her hands on his shoulders as leverage as she moved. He separated from her with a pop, sliding his hands under her ass to guide her along the length of his cock.
"Yeah, that's it," He praised, watching himself disappear inside of her. He bit down on his lip to stifle a groan, breathing deeply as the pressure began to build up in his gut. "Fuck yourself on my cock, just like that, doll-face."
He leaned forward and kissed her, tugging at her lip with his teeth as he shifted one hand to her pelvis. He began to trace circles around her clit again, determined to make her cum at least one more time before he gave in to his own rapidly approaching pleasure. He snapped his hips upwards, meeting her pace and making quick work of his fingers against her sensitive nerves. He watched her closely, observing every little shift in her face. When he noticed her mouth widen and her brows arch upwards, Shikamaru knew that she was close. He smirked at her and chuckled, grasping at her hip and digging his nails into her flesh as he fucked into her sopping cunt.
"Gonna cum?" He asked rhetorically. The expression on her face said it all. She nodded her head vigorously and squeezed his shoulders, huffing as she bounced along his length.
"C-Close, s-so close," She murmured, her body hot and tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "G-Gonna c-cum, n-need to c-cum--"
He groaned with a snicker and sealed their mouths once more, flicking his thumb aggressively against her swollen clit. "Good girl. Cum for me, doll, all over my cock."
She continued to circle her hips against his, grinding down against his thumb and edging herself closer and closer to release, until finally the knot in her gut snapped and she was sent hurtling towards her climax. She arched her back forward, bucking her hips against his cock and pressing her forehead against his as her mouth fell open and her eyes sealed shut. A sultry cry left her lips and she panted as she came down from her high.
He pulled his hands away and wrapped his arms around her back, then pressed his temple against her cheek as he began to thrust upwards to meet his own release. He grunted as he drew closer, his once meticulous and meaningful thrusts becoming more and more sloppy. He was desperate now to chase after her high, pounding into her used cunt like a feral animal.
"Gonna fill you up," He growled as his body trembled and his vision began going white. "L-Like the desperate slut you are."
With a snap upwards of his hips he finally allowed himself the release he had been searching for so desperately. His hips stuttered and slowed as he came, shooting thick spurts of cum inside of her with a grunt. Shikamaru panted to catch his breath, then moved his arms from her back to slide his hands along her waist and lifted her off of his lap to disconnect from her. Yuuna pulled back from him and smiled down at the man beneath her, cupping his face and running her thumb along the scars on his cheek. She leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips, basking in the afterglow of what had turned out to be quite an amazing turn of events. She pulled away and he flicked his gaze between her emerald eyes.
"You're a horrible liar, you know." He smiled, running his fingers along her salty skin. She raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
"What are you talking about? I wasn't lying about anything." She said, tilting her head to the side. "I really did hate you when we first met."
"Oh come on. I know you were probably convinced that you had me fooled into thinking you hated me," He started, letting his hands rest on her hips. "But you're the easiest book I've ever read, doll-face."
Yuuna furrowed her brow and scoffed at him. He responded by flashing her a sly grin, drawing his lips closer to hers.
"That smoke break thing was the first red flag." He explained, shifting his eyes to look at her lips. "Why in your right mind, if you hated me, would you willingly drag your feet over to stand next to me, and then ask if I had a smoke I could spare? Especially when there are so many other guys around here who smoke too? You don't even smoke, so why in the hell would you ask a guy you hate for something to fuel a habit you don't even have?"
She sat on top of him and said nothing, simply continuing to trace the lines of his scars along his cheek.
"And that night when I came back to the office and was drunk off my ass." He began, looking into her eyes. "You could have just left me on this couch for someone else to deal with. But you stayed with me all night to make sure I was okay. If you hated me as much as you said you did, you wouldn't have given a rat's ass about what happened."
He leaned forward to press his lips against hers, nibbling at her bottom lip and tugging it gently between his teeth with a cocky smirk.
"You wanna know what the biggest red flag was?" He whispered. "After that night when those punks started following you and you had to call me to get you home safe, I've been walking you to and from work every single day. I know you're not a pushover, Yuuna. You can take care of yourself." He kissed her again, running his hands along her sides. "If you didn't want me escorting you to work, you could have told me to fuck off or threaten me at any time. But you never did. Not once."
He looked into her eyes and gave her a teasing smile, to which she responded by narrowing her gaze and furrowing her brow. He leaned forward again before he spoke, lips barely touching hers
"You've got it bad for me and you're just too stubborn to admit it."
She looked down at him. The jig was officially up. He had her figured out; read her like a book, just like he'd said. Finally, she smiled down at him and chuckled.
"Alright, you got me." She admitted with a roll of her eyes. Yuuna traced her thumb along his scars again, humming softly as she looked between his eyes. "I guess you won this little game of baseball between us, huh?"
He watched her eyes and smiled, leaning forward to close the gap between their faces again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled her over onto her back, pinning her down on the couch. He slated a knee between her thighs and shifted forwards, hovering his lips over hers. They pulled into a sly grin before they met hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. He pulled away and snickered.
"I won the second you locked eyes with me that very first time, Princess."
A/N: Well it's the first day of the first annual 12 days of Christmas and I hope that you're all ready for some fun fluffy times with our favorite men. 🥰 If you want to be added to the taglist for the event send me an ask, DM, or reply to the masterlist post. 💞
Character: Asuma Sarutobi || Naruto
Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff, Asuma only hits you with one snowball I swear. 😂
Word Count: 1.2k
12 Day Of Christmas Masterlist
You sat in the window and watched the snowfall, the ground of the village now coated in a thick layer. The way the sun shined on it made you smile. Another winter in the village and today was the first real thick snow. You grabbed onto the mug of hot coffee in your hand and caught sight of the familiar person that was headed your way. Asuma. He was supposed to have a full day of training with his team today, but the snow must have held them up.
As you heard the door open you spun and sat in the window, a wide smile forming as you watched him come into the room. “Welcome home! What brings you back so early?”
He gave you a soft grin, an unlit cigarette hanging between his lips. “It’s snowing pretty good out there. We did as much as we could before the kids started complaining about it being cold. I didn’t have the heart to make them stay out there any longer.”
You raised your eyebrows and grinned. “How chivalrous of you. I’m proud.”
He stepped closed and placed a hand on each side of you on the windowsill, moving the cigarette from his mouth. “Besides, that means that I could get back home to you a lot sooner and I wasn’t going to pass that up.” He kissed your cheek and leaned his forehead against your own. “I wasn’t gonna be home today, so tell me please what your plans for the day were. Maybe we can do them together?”
You tilted your head back and pushed your lips out toward him, humming happily when he pressed his lips to yours. “Well, I didn’t have all that much planned today. Today was just gonna be a me day. Probably clean up a little around the house since it could use it, do some laundry, watch some holiday movies, drink some hot cocoa.”
He placed a finger over your lips. “Listen. I love all of that. But I have a brilliant idea that we don’t even have to leave the house for. All we have to do is step outside.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “We don’t have to leave the house and it’s right outside. Asuma,” You gently tapped his head. “Have you finally lost it? It’s cold out there and there’s nothing that we can do that’s relaxing in the snow.”
Asuma chuckled softly and gripped your chin in his hand. “Get your jacket on pretty lady, let me show you exactly what I mean.” He stepped away and grabbed an extra layer, throwing it over his vest. “I’ll meet you out there.”
You sighed and made your way to the bedroom, grabbing an extra coat and making your way to the front door. As you stepped out he was gone, you peeked around the corners of the house and groaned. “Asuma! Will you quit playing around?” You grabbed the sides of your jacket and pulled it closer to you. “It’s freezing out here. What did you want to show me that was so relaxing because I can tell you the cold isn’t it.”
You heard nothing, he was a shinobi for god's sake, the last thing he was going to let you do was hear where he was. That’s when you felt something hit your back and it only took you a second to realize what it had been. Snow. Your eyes widened as you turned around, the dopey smile on his face as his now lit cigarette hung from his lips almost made you break. You kept your angry look, but as the next words left his lips you couldn’t help the smile that finally spread across your face. “Oh come on, baby girl. It’s just a little snow. Your big strong man will warm you up right after we see who’s the best at tossing a snowball.”
You let out a loud laugh as he took a drag from his cigarette, ashing into the small ashtray that you kept on the porch. “Asuma Sarutobi, you’re hopeless, you know that?”
He grabbed another mound of snow and balled it into his hands. “If I’m so hopeless then why are you just standing there? You better get yourself moving before I get your pretty little ass.”
You stepped back as you watched him walking toward you. “Asuma… if you throw another snowball at me you’re sleeping on the couch. Do you really wanna test that?”
He chuckled deviously, pulling his arm back like he was going to throw it. “You know me, darling. I always test the rules. So why don’t you come over here and make this a little easier on yourself? Or… you could pick up some snow and make yourself a snowball. Don’t be a party pooper.”
You blinked quickly. “A party pooper. That’s really what you’re going with. That’s really what you just called me. Of all things.” You scooped some snow up and balled it in your hands. “Fine, you’re on Sarutobi. But that doesn't mean that I'm not going to complain the entire time we’re out here about how cold it is!”
He took his chance and tossed the snowball at you, you just narrowly escaped it as you stepped to the side. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, doll. This is what I wanted to see.” He smirked. “Look at that little hustle you just had. That was amazing. But don’t get cocky now just because I missed you one time.”
You pulled your arm back and tossed your own snowball at him, laughing hysterically when it nailed him in the side of the head. “Maybe you’re the one that shouldn’t be getting cocky, you bastard.”
He growled playfully, dropping the snow in his hands. “Oh no, see, that’s it. You’re done for now.” Asuma started for you, giving you absolutely no time to grab any more snow in your hands before his arms wrapped around your legs and lifted you from the ground. “You’re in trouble now, pretty girl. You’re in deep shit now.”
You squealed as you were thrown over his shoulder, his strong arms holding you in place as your feet kicked by his head. “Asumaaaaaa, put me down.”
He huffed and brought a hand up, smacking it against your ass harshly. “I don’t think so. You just pegged me in the head with a snowball, that wasn’t fair at all. Headshots are off-limits in a snowball fight.”
You kicked more, gripping the back of his jacket as you heard the sound of his boots on the porch and the door opening. “You never specified that, you can’t just make up rules.”
Asuma dropped you onto the couch and climbed over you, pressing his lips to yours as he smiled. “I’m not making them up, maybe you need to get yourself more accompanied with the rules of a snowball. And for breaking the rules I now have to punish you. You did this to yourself, doll. Just remember that.”
HELLO FRIENDS I AM HERE WITH ANOTHER CONTRIBUTION TO DIRTY DECEMBER 😈😈😈
Today’s prompt is thigh riding!! I reeeeally like how this one turned out, probably one of my favourites for the month so far!! Shikamaru is definitely a tease when he’s in the mood and that’s probably what prompted this, not letting her get off until she proved how much she actually wanted him to touch her 😏 ANYWAYS I HOPE YALL LIKE HEHEHEH Be sure to check the full thing out on my Twitter and drop it some love over there!! 💜 💜
EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LOOK AT SHIKAMARU ON THE COVER OF THE NEW BORUTO CHAPTER
I DONT CARE FOR BORUTO AT ALL, I DONT READ IT AND I DONT PLAN TO, BUT OH MY GOD THIS DRAWING JUST READS DADDY ENERGY AND I WANT HIM TO CHOKE ME AND CALL ME A SLUT