Oh my days thank you so much for that ceo Shikamaru one it was perfect! Loved it so much! đ€â€ïž I have one more ceo Shikamaru request if you can please and thank you đ
Youâre in a meeting with ceo Shikamaru and other coworkers and one of the coworkers is flirting with you. And Shikamaru keeps glancing looks and seeing the flirting and he gets extremely jealous!
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The conference room felt smaller than usual, almost claustrophobic under the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint ozone buzz of the projector casting its sterile blue glow across the polished mahogany table. The air was thick, heavy with the rich, bitter aroma of expensive dark-roast coffee from the half-empty carafes, the buttery scent of well-oiled leather chairs, and the subtle, masculine musk of cologne and warm skin from the dozen executives crammed inside. Your fitted black pencil skirt hugged your hips and thighs like a second skin, the silk blouse clinging slightly to the curve of your breasts from the building's recycled heat. Legs crossed tightly under the table, you kept your tablet balanced perfectly, stylus tapping notes while trying to ignore the way the room's tension pressed in on all sides.
CEO Shikamaru Nara lounged at the head like a king who couldn't be bothered to sit up straightâdark suit jacket unbuttoned, crisp white shirt stretched across his lean chest, tie loosened just enough to reveal the sharp, enticing line of his collarbone and the faint shadow of dark hair beneath. His expression was the picture of bored genius: eyelids half-lowered, fingers idly tapping the armrest, that trademark lazy drawl hidden behind every minimal nod. But you knew better. Those sharp, obsidian eyes missed nothing. They tracked every shift in posture, every nervous glance, every bead of sweat on a department head's forehead as they droned on about Q3 forecasts.
Especially Ken from marketing, who had deliberately slid into the seat right beside you at the last minute, his thigh brushing yours under the table.
Ken leaned in again, his overpowering woody cologneâsomething cheap and aggressiveâinvading your space, his voice pitched low and intimate beneath the cover of a PowerPoint slide. âYou really saved our asses with that client data last month. The way you pulled those reports together under deadline⊠impressive as hell. Smart, beautiful, and always one step ahead. We should celebrate properly sometime. Dinner? My treat. I know this intimate little place downtown that does amazing wine pairingsâdark lighting, soft music, the kind of spot where we could really⊠talk.â
His hand brushed your knee under the table, fingers lingering a second too long, warm and slightly clammy as they dared to slide an inch higher along your stockinged thigh. You shifted away politely, muscles tensing, offering a tight, professional smile that didn't reach your eyes. âI appreciate it, Ken, but Iâm swamped with deadlines right now.â
From the head of the table, Shikamaruâs gaze snapped to the two of you with laser focus. His fingers, previously tapping idly, stilled completely. The lazy slouch straightened by a fraction, shoulders tensing beneath the tailored fabric. A muscle ticked sharply in his jaw, and the temperature in the room seemed to plummet, the air growing heavier, charged with unspoken dominance.
Ken, oblivious and emboldened, chuckled softly and leaned even closer, his breath hot against your ear, carrying the faint tang of mint gum. âCome on, one drink wonât kill you. Iâve been dying to pick your brain⊠among other things.â His hand dared another brush, bolder this time, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above your knee.
That was the final straw.
âKen,â Shikamaruâs voice sliced through the room like a blade wrapped in silkâdeceptively calm, low, and laced with icy authority that made every head turn. âIf you spent less time chasing distractions and more time on your actual deliverables, maybe your projections wouldnât look like amateur hour. Table it. Now.â
Ken jerked back as if burned, face flushing crimson, stammering a weak apology. A few coworkers exchanged uneasy glances, the air crackling with secondhand discomfort. Shikamaruâs eyes locked onto yours across the long tableâdark, intense, and simmering with raw possessiveness that sent a hot, liquid rush straight to your core, your pulse quickening between your thighs.
The rest of the meeting dragged on in thick, tense silence, slides flickering forgotten. Shikamaru ended it abruptly.
âEveryone out. I need the room.â His tone left zero room for argument, sharp as a whipcrack. âYou stay.â
Chairs scraped hurriedly against the carpet. Ken shot you one last disappointed, lingering look before the heavy oak door clicked shut, the automatic locks engaging with a soft, final beep. The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows like distant stars, but the glass walls suddenly felt far too exposed, the room now intimate and dangerous.
Shikamaru rose slowly, stalking around the table with that predatory grace he usually hid behind feigned laziness. Each step was measured, the faint rustle of his suit pants and the click of his dress shoes echoing. He stopped directly behind your chair, large hands descending on your shoulders. His fingers dug in firmly, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles there, kneading with just enough pressure to pull a sharp gasp from your lips as heat bloomed under his touch.
âFlirting in my boardroom,â he murmured, voice low and rough like gravel against your ear, his warm breath fanning across your neck and sending shivers racing down your spine. The faint scent of his cologneâclean sandalwood and something darker, smokierâenveloped you. âLetting him put his filthy hands on you while Iâm right here watching. You enjoy making me sit through that shit?â
His grip tightened possessively, yanking you up from the chair in one fluid, effortless motion. He bent you forward over the cool, polished mahogany table, the surface shockingly cold against your flushed cheek and the swell of your breasts through the silk blouse. Papers and your tablet scattered with soft thuds and clatters. Your skirt rode up indecently as he kicked your heels apart with his foot, spreading your legs wider, the cool air kissing the heated skin of your inner thighs.
âDonât lie to me,â he growled, the sound vibrating through his chest. One large hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back firmly but not painfully, exposing the vulnerable line of your throat. His teeth sank into the sensitive junction of your neck and shoulderâa sharp, claiming bite that made you whimper, the sting blooming into molten pleasure. His other hand shoved your skirt roughly up to your waist, the fabric bunching, then ripped your delicate lace panties down your thighs with impatient force, the tear of fabric loud and obscene in the quiet room.
âI saw everything,â he continued, voice thick with jealousy. âHis hand creeping up your leg. That pathetic little smile you gave him. This pussy is mine.â
You were already soakedâtraitorously, shamefully wet. Slick arousal coated your folds, thighs glistening under the low lights. Shikamaru groaned deep in his throat at the discovery, the sound primal and hungry. Two thick fingers slid through your drenched slit, parting your swollen lips before plunging deep inside without warning. He curled them perfectly, stroking that spongy spot inside you that made your knees buckle and your walls flutter greedily around the intrusion. The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers pumping filled the room, humiliatingly loud.
âFuck⊠already dripping for me like a needy slut,â he rasped, pumping faster, scissoring and stretching you open. âJealousy turns you on this much, huh? Getting wet while another man touches whatâs mine?â
âShikamaru⊠pleaseââ you whimpered, drool threatening to spill from the corner of your parted lips, your cheek sliding slickly against the wood.
He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving you clenching desperately around nothing, aching and empty. The metallic clink of his belt buckle and the harsh rasp of his zipper were your only warnings. The thick, heavy head of his cockâhot, velvety, and leaking precumânudged insistently against your soaked entrance. He was rock-hard, veins pulsing along the impressive length, longer and thicker than you remembered, the girth promising to split you open so perfectly.
He thrust in to the hilt in one brutal, unrelenting stroke, bottoming out with a wet slap of skin on skin. A wrecked, broken cry tore from your throat as your walls stretched wide around him, burning deliciously, fluttering and squeezing every thick inch. The overwhelming fullness made your eyes water.
âThatâs it,â he hissed through gritted teeth, grinding deep before snapping his hips again. âTake every fucking inch. Let the whole goddamn building hear how stupid my cock makes you.â
He didnât ease you into itâjealousy had shredded his usual calculated patience. He fucked you hard and deep, the heavy mahogany table creaking and groaning under the relentless force, your hips slamming bruisingly against the edge with every powerful thrust. Your cheek slid messily against the polished wood, leaving a shiny trail of drool as your mouth hung open, slack and unable to close. Pathetic, broken moans and whimpers spilled uncontrollablyâhigh-pitched, needy, sobbing noises that echoed off the glass walls.
âHaâahâShikaâfuckâ! Oh godââ
âCanât even speak properly anymore,â he laughed darkly, one hand cracking down hard on your ass, the sharp sting blooming hot and red across your skin before he gripped your hip bruisingly for leverage. The other kept your hair fisted tight, arching your back so he could drive even deeper, the fat head of his cock battering your cervix with every punishing stroke. His balls slapped wetly and rhythmically against your swollen clit, sending sparks of overwhelming pleasure through you. The stretch burned so good, his cock filling and owning every inch of your pulsing heat.
You came firstâhard, sudden, and shattering. Your walls clamped down around him like a vice, spasming wildly as your whole body shook violently. A loud, sobbing moan ripped from your throat, drool pooling under your cheek, thighs trembling and squirting slick arousal down your legs and onto the table.
Shikamaru cursed viciously, his pace faltering for a moment. âGood girl. Milk my cock just like thatâfuck, so tight.â He fucked you through the orgasm, prolonging it until you were gasping and oversensitive, then pulled out with a wet pop. Before you could catch your breath, he flipped you onto your back on the table, legs splayed obscenely. Your skirt was bunched uselessly around your waist, blouse half-open, breasts heaving.
Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he drove back in, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth glide. He leaned over you, dark hair falling messily into his eyes, sweat glistening on his sharp jawline. He kissed you messilyâ all tongue, teeth, and raw hungerâswallowing your desperate whimpers while his hips pistoned relentlessly. One hand shoved your blouse fully open, palming your breast roughly, pinching and rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers until you arched and cried out.
âAgain,â he demanded against your lips, voice gravelly and commanding. âCum on my cock again. Show me exactly who you belong to.â
You obeyed helplessly, the second orgasm crashing over you even harder. Your vision blurred with hot tears of pleasure, body convulsing as you gushed around him, soaking his cock, his balls, and the expensive table beneath you in a messy flood of slick.
Shikamaru groaned long and low, a guttural sound of pure satisfaction, burying himself as deep as possible as he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy, pulse after pulse filling you until it leaked out around his still-throbbing cock. He stayed buried inside, grinding lazily through the aftershocks, pressing soft, almost apologetic kisses along your jaw and neck now that the jealous fire had burned itself out, his breath warm and ragged against your damp skin.
âMine,â he whispered huskily, nipping gently at your earlobe. âNext time someone flirts with you in my meeting, I wonât wait until the end. Understood?â
You could only nod weakly, still drooling, panting, body limp and thoroughly fucked stupidâlimbs trembling, pussy twitching around his softening length, a sticky mess of your combined fluids dripping down your thighs onto the conference table.
Shikamaru smirked, that familiar lazy, satisfied expression returning to his handsome face as he brushed damp strands of hair from your forehead with surprising tenderness.
âClean up. Youâre working late with me tonight.â
