Pairing: Lifeguard! Dick Grayson x Fem! Reader
Summary: When the hot lifeguard invited you into his hut to give you somewhere to cool down, you really should've known better.
Tags: Lifeguards, Beaches, Kissing, Making Out, 18+, NSFW, Porn with Plot, Oral Sex, Female receiving, Vaginal Fingering, a bit of object play (a wet towel)
A/N: The smut part, everybody! I hope you have your fan on, bc this is hot. Once again, go check out @sillywillyco's breathtaking dick grayson lifeguard fanart 🥵 if you need something to set the mood <3
Parts: Part 1, Part 2 (end)
2
It was cool in the lifeguard hut, literally and figuratively.
There were ocean blue and sun yellow walls built to keep the heat out, a small desk filled with communication devices and now Dick's fan. Then there was the rescue equipment, a space for a sink and the mini fridge which was beside a loveseat which was beside the stock of toiletries and first-aid kits.
“Ah, thanks,” you said when Dick passed you your promised cold drink, and you lowered yourself onto the softer-than-expected loveseat on the other side of the small room.
Now, if only Dick could stop being so fricking hot, maybe you’d finally feel normal again.
“No problem,” Dick said, stretching his tanned legs before sitting right next to you.
His low waist shorts rode up and tugged at the inside of his muscular thighs so you could see his perfectly plump behind as he did it, and you just couldn’t help yourself, blurting as he caught your eye with a smug look, “Do you like the attention?”
“Hm?” Dick raised a questioning brow.
“I mean, I know it's hot and all, but your V-neck is very low, and your shorts are, well, they hug your ass,” you coughed, annoyingly growing more flustered by the second. “So I just wanted to know if you like the attention.”
“Are you calling me a slut?” Dick teased.
Oh shit. “No, no, I'm just saying that if you really don't want people’s attention, a step would be to stop wearing V-necks.”
Dick looked to be contemplating this. “Who says I don't want people's attention?”
“No one! It's just…” You took a harsh swig of your drink, unable to meet his eyes as you stared into your lap. He was too hothothot— “I noticed that you didn't seem very interested in the girls that approached you before my friends – er – needed your help.”
“I like attention,” Dick confirmed, looking as if he knew what you meant to say. “I just like attention from the right people.”
You didn’t believe that. “Oh?”
“I caught your eye, didn't I?”
“Yeah…” You breathed, surprised to be mentioned as one of the ‘right people’. But there was only so much you could be oblivious to. Insane. This was insane.
Dick sent you a cheeky smile, and you could barely think anymore. “I'm gonna get a face towel to wipe down, want one?”
You blanked. “What?”
“What?” Dick repeated, playful as he leaned into your side and looked at you from below his lashes. You narrowed your eyes, attempting to calm down because it was either that or melt into the loveseat. “It’s an innocent question.”
It wasn’t, but you agreed anyway, “Yeah, sure,” feeling your body rapidly heat up again. Anything to bring you some relief from this hellish cycle. “It is, unfortunately, still hot in this hut.”
“Tell me about it,” Dick chuckled. Then he got up, wet a face towel in ice water and didn’t hesitate before sitting back down and rubbing it down his legs.
It was agonising watching him begin the most erotic sequence you had ever experienced in real life. Seriously, he slowly brought it to his lower leg and began rubbing it in a way that had you swallowing the rest of your drink in one go.
“Do you think your friends will miss you if you stay here for my whole break?”
No. “They won't, I texted them when your replacement came.”
“I didn't even notice,” he admitted.
“That’s because you were too eager to get in,” you muttered, unable to tear your eyes away from the way he dragged the towel underneath his lifeguard top and exposed a few of his delicious abs.
“It's because these towels are really soft,” Dick casually said, keeping your attention on his tanned skin as he caressed his scars.
“How'd you get those?” You pointed after a beat, pursing your lips. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“My scars?” You nodded. “Just a little skydiving here, a little horseback riding there.”
“Oh, sounds like you're very athletic, though I should've guessed that.”
“Why?” His complex sapphire eyes seemed to glow in the sunlight as he studied you. “Because I'm a lifeguard?”
“No, because you're unnaturally fit,” you replied accusingly as he brought the wet towel to rub the top of his toned chest.
Dick coyly laughed. “What's unnatural about it?”
“I don't mean to imply that you're doing steroids or anything,” he scoffed, and you smiled. “It's just…your body’s kind of…fictional.”
“My parents were acrobats if that helps.”
Were? You startled, but it made sense. He was so— you could not— “That does help explain your figure, it's just…out of this world…”
“Says you…” Dick’s smile was smaller than before, more intense, and your heart stopped again. “Can I do you?”
“Sure,” then you jolted and openly stared at him rubbing his neck cool. “What?”
“Can I wipe you down?” He elaborated, smile darkening.
“Oh no,” you awkwardly chuckled. “I can do it myself.”
Dick shook his head, grabbing another towel and cowl of ice water while staring directly into your eyes. “I insist.”
And your protest died in your throat as he sat back down. “...OK.”
Fuck it.
Dick seemed to think the same thing, because he didn’t hesitate to gradually wipe the other cloth over your arms, shoulders, back, then down into the dip of your chest.
It felt good, really good. Even after every time Dick’s fingers trailed behind the towel and he warmed you right back up. It was a wonderful torture. Your tummy fluttered in delight with every caress, and the warmth between the middle of your legs grew as wet as the cloth. You didn’t want it to stop because it was him who was touching you like this.
Dick chuckled. He had such a pretty laugh. Why did he have such a pretty laugh? It wasn’t fair. “You've stopped breathing.”
That was entirely his fault. “Only because you're touching me like that.”
“I'm just trying to cool you down,” Dick defended, and you didn’t know how to tell him this was having the opposite effect. You didn’t think you would tell him.
Instead, you just sat there as he skipped your swimsuit and wiped your heels, your hand springs, your thighs…then dipped in between them. You sharply breathed in, and were even more shocked when Dick took that opportunity to kiss your lips, but that didn’t mean you didn’t kiss back.
“Fuck,” he breathed into your mouth, pulling away just as quickly. “You taste good.”
“Mmm,” you hummed with a mild complaint. “You’re making me hot again.”
“Mm-mm, that’s not good,” he slowly shook his head. “Let’s keep you cool.”
Dick kissed you again, and it was non-verbal promise that was tangible as he properly slotted your lips together again.
He took the lead this time, kissing you in a way that wasn’t slow, nor fast. It was obvious he didn’t want to rush things as you got to know each other this way, obvious in the way Dick softly sucked at your bottom lip and used his other hand to grip your waist. But there was a dark tension that Dick created and kept working at as he slowly rubbed between your thighs with the wet towel.
You gasped in his soft mouth, struggling to catch your breath and stop your blood rushing when the towel pressed against your crotch. You could feel his lips stretch into a smile against yours as he asked, “Is this OK?”
“Yeah…prick…”
Dick lowly laughed, “Why am I a prick?”
“You said…I’d be cool,” you moaned as he pressed harder, moving the cloth up and down and up and down...
“Hm,” Dick leaned down to kiss your neck, mumbling into it, “Maybe it’s because the towel isn’t directly on your skin.”
You chuckled, feeling breathless at his obviousness. “Asshole…”
Dick grinned.
He moved his free hand to spread your legs on the loveseat and dipped the towel in the ice water again with the other. You let him, unable to tear your eyes away from the ungodly way he sank to his knees in front of your sex like there was nowhere he’d rather be.
“You look like a birthday present,” he groaned, putting your legs on his shoulders and staring up at you with his hands absentmindedly fiddling with the bottom of your swimsuit. “All wrapped up waiting to be opened. Can I?”
You licked your lips before giving him a nod.
He couldn’t fully take it off, and that somehow made it hotter, made you more flustered. Because even your clothes were shy to give yourself to him, and yet they could still be pulled away. They could be peeled back with just a little bit of effort, and he would get what he wanted, no matter what you had expected when you first saw him.
You had a feeling Dick was used to getting what he wanted.
You liked that he wanted you.
“Oh, baby…you’re so pretty,” he breathed with something like reverence in his thick voice, and then he looked up. “You’re wet.”
“It’s all your fault,” you immediately blamed him, unable to stop raising a hand to cover your cheeks that burned at the comment. What did he expect after all of that teasing?
“It’s not a bad thing,” Dick reassured, looking back down. “Not a bad thing at all…”
Dick, ever so slowly, like he had all the time in the world, brought the newly cold towel to your folds and the shock of the temperature after his warm breaths made your toes flex in relief.
“Yes, please.”
“You like that?” Dick gently rubbed the cold towel in big circles, staring intently as he covered your exposed cunt with the damp fabric. He didn’t focus on any particular area at first, but when you stayed quiet, he moved it around and around your sensitive clit until you gave him a response.
“Mm!”
“You do?” He kept circling the towel and looked back up into your eyes, trying out different rhythms until he found the one that had you pressing yourself into the cloth. “You like that, baby?”
“Mmmm!” It felt good, it felt good, and cool.
“Use your words, beautiful,” Dick kissed your thigh as his hands gradually sped up their pace, and you began to tremble around his head. It felt good. “Tell me how you like it.”
“I like it like that, Dick,” you panted, shooting a hand down to hold his wavy black hair so you could steady your thoughts. “I like you.”
“I like you too,” he smiled into your skin, nibbling on your flesh as he shifted the towel to the side, much to your immense dissatisfaction. “Can I taste you?” Dick asked with hooded eyes as he playfully stuck out his pink tongue, and you almost came right then and there.
Your amused huff and vigorous nod was permission enough.
He kept it out, now rubbing your thigh with the other side of the cool towel not stained with your liquid, as he leant forward. The sight of his tongue nearing you until he finally took a lick was something you never wanted to look away from.
He gave you kitten licks at your folds at first, clearly having way too much fun with making you squirm. It didn’t take long before you couldn’t take it and gripped his head in desperation.
“Dick,” you panted. He only grinned and seemed to decide to bring all his games to an end for good. Dick fixated on your sensitive bud, focusing so much of his mind on playing with you that his hand holding the towel actually stilled. Not that either of you really noticed when he started enthusiastically sucking.
“Ah! Fuck! Angh!” You arched into it.
“Mmm,” he loudly groaned into your pussy, one arm still holding the towel and the other moving down to palm at his pocking bulge.
You reached out to tuck his hair behind his ear as he sped up his pace, licking long but quick stripes along your pussy like he was trying to lick you dry. It didn’t work, but that didn’t stop him from trying, glancing back up at you with lust clouding his sapphire eyes, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take this.
As if only just remembering his promise, he kissed your cunt, releasing the towel and dipping his whole free hand into the cold water. Before you could ask, he brought a cool finger to your twitching hole and pushed in, pressing his flat tongue onto your clit all at once.
“Dick!”
“You’re s’cute,” Dick smiled around a mouthful of your sex, pushing a finger in and out at a punishing rhythm while the other was shoved so far down his shorts you could see his red tip peaking out. Fuck.
“I’m close,” you told him, tucking his pretty hair behind his ear again, flinching when he curved his long fingers just right.
“God,” he buried his face in you, relentless as he gave his all to giving you pleasure, adding a second finger and scissoring the moment you were stretched enough. “I should’ve just done this out there. I wonder what your friends would’ve said.”
You moaned, he perked up.
“That turns you on, does it? D’ya have an exhibitionist kink, baby?”
“As long as…you kept me cool…”
Dick fondly shook his head. “Ah, that’s right, you wanna be kept cool,” Dick playfully blew on you as he pumped his fingers in, thrusting in so fast you could barely track the movement anymore as he lifted up from his knees and kissed you, fingers moving with abandon despite the strange angle of his wrist.
His lips tasted like you, salty and sweet, like the soft drinks you had downed.
“Cum,” Dick smooched, “cum,” he kissed you, “cum,” he licked your lips, “cum,” he began to rut into your side, “cum,” he groaned as he chaffed in his shorts, “cum for me, baby,” he begged as a wet spot grew on your skin.
And so you came, hotter than either of you could help, because that was what he wanted.
It was only once you were panting into his smiling mouth and Dick finished himself off with the same fingers he used to fuck you that you decided that you could give up the relief of being cool if this was what overheating felt like.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Topper and Kelce dare Rafe to call an old talking stage for a TikTok trend, he dials your number without thinking. You weren’t just a “talking stage” to him—he just never had the guts to admit what you really were. And now you’re wondering if this is his way of saying he’s not over you either.
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Rafe scoffs, phone clutched in one hand, a beer in the other, sprawled on the Wards’ couch with Topper and Kelce egging him on.
“Come on, bro. Just one call. It’s for TikTok!” Topper grins, already holding up his phone, recording.
Kelce laughs. “Yeah, call someone real. Not Rose. Not ward. Call… like, an ex or something.”
Rafe narrows his eyes. “I don’t have an ex.”
Topper raises his brows. “What about that girl? The one from last spring? The one who dipped before things got serious?”
Rafe stiffens slightly.
“That wasn’t like that,” he says, voice low. But the way his jaw tightens betrays him. You. The one he never actually got over. The one he told himself didn’t matter, because if he admitted she did, it’d destroy him.
Kelce whistles. “Perfect. Call her. Say goodnight. Like it’s nothing.”
Rafe hesitates. Then he scrolls.
Your name lights up on the screen like a haunting.
He hits call.
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Your phone buzzes at 11:43 p.m.
Rafe Cameron.
You stare at the screen like it’s lying. You haven’t heard from him in months. Not since the half broken promise that you’d “talk later,” a conversation you never got.
Your heart stutters. You shouldn’t answer.
But you do.
“Hello?”
His voice is casual like it’s not splitting your chest open. “Hey. Just, uh… calling to say goodnight.”
You pause. “What?”
Rafe’s voice is too smooth. “Yeah. Goodnight. Sleep tight or whatever.”
You hear laughter in the background.
You swallow. “Are you drunk?”
He hesitates. “No. Maybe. Look—just… goodnight.”
Silence stretches. You’re trying to be cool. To laugh it off. But your voice breaks.
“You know you can’t do this, right?”
Rafe’s amusement falters. “Do what?”
“You can’t just call and say ‘goodnight’ and disappear again. You don’t get to do that.”
Now it’s his heart hammering. This wasn’t part of the joke.
He clears his throat. “It was just for—”
“Forget it. Sleep well, Rafe.” You hang up before he can say anything else.
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Back in the room, Rafe lowers his phone slowly.
Kelce’s still laughing. “Brooo, her voice? She was shook.”
Topper claps him on the back. “You broke her, man.”
But Rafe just stares at the screen.
He didn’t mean to hurt you. He didn’t think you’d still care.
Or maybe… he didn’t think he still did.
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Later That Night…
You lie in bed, phone still clenched in your hand. You replay the call in your head like a loop.
Was it just a joke?
You try to tell yourself it didn’t mean anything. That Rafe Cameron hasn’t thought about you since last spring.
But… why did his voice sound like that?
And why did it feel so familiar?
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The Next Day
You open Instagram and scroll aimlessly—until you see it.
Topper’s story.
A blurry video. The caption:
“Made Rafe do the trend, he foldeddd”
Your heart sinks.
So it was a joke.
You watch the video once. Twice. And on the third time, you notice it:
The way Rafe looks down after the call.
The way his jaw clenches.
The way his smile fades when Topper laughs.
He wasn’t playing.
It wasn’t long before You get a text that same day.
“please. i have to cover someone’s shift and my aunt having the baby. i was supposed to watch mac when it happened. he’s literally four. he’ll be fine, he just needs someone to feed him dinner and stuff, i don't know."
you sigh, but agree on the terms of if you watch mac, kie buys groceries next week.
you forget, for the record, that kie knows exactly what she’s doing. that she’s probably already texted jj the second she hung up on you.
mac arrives with a discheveled looking father beside him, handing you a backpack and mouthing a thank you before booking it back to the car.
“you’re gonna have so much fun.” you say, kneeling beside mac in the kitchen.
he's a little four year old with a mountain of curls on the top of his head. he's got his dad's big green eyes and his mom's olive skin. he's a fistful of animal crackers clutched in one hand, blue marker in the other.
he looks at you very seriously. “do you have dino nuggets?”
“no,” you say, standing. “but i can make you pasta or mac and cheese.”
he frowns. “jj always makes dino nuggets.”
you deadpan. “...jj?”
"yea. did you know? jj's my best friend.”
“is he?”
“he taught me how to catch frogs. and he said i’m gonna be a lacrosse star like him.”
"of course."
and like some kind of summoning spell worked, there’s a knock at the door. you sigh so loud mac looks back up at you from his coloring book.
when you open the door, you glare at him.
“why are you here?” you ask, not even trying to be nice.
“because kie asked me to come.” he says, toeing off his shoes and spotting mac happily scribbling away. “plus, that kid’s my boy.”
“i can handle this alone.”
“i don’t think you can’t even handle boiling water.”
you scoff. “do you want to cook dinner, then?”
jj raises his hands. “nah, you got it, betty crocker.”
“so helpful.”
mac launches himself into jj’s arms before you can make another snide comment. jj lifts him easily, grinning as mac wraps both arms around his neck. “what’s the word, big guy?”
“i missed you.”
“missed you too.”
you watch the whole thing from the doorway, arms crossed, kind of amazed.
“didn’t know you were the toddler whisperer.” you murmur.
jj shrugs, setting mac down back into the seat. “kids like me. it’s adults who think i’m a problem.”
you arch a brow. “i wonder why.”
dinner is a lot. jj keeps making comments about creating an escape plan with mac for when you, inevitably, burn the house down. jj's playing jack johnson over a speaker and macs toy dinosaurs are somehow already scattered across the kitchen like they've been there for ages.
you’re trying to cook pasta (only agreed upon because jj said pasta was better than dino nuggets). the sauce splashes up and onto the stove, you jolt away before you can stain your favorite hoodie.
“j, can you grab me a towel?”
jj freezes at the kitchen table.
just for a second, just long enough to look up and catch you standing there, back turned, university of florida hoodie, bare legs under the hem, steam curling around you.
this looks something like a memory you two haven’t made. like he's seeing a future he would never experience. his heart stutters, like the first crack in a dam.
you turn around, waving the spoon in your hand. “hello? towel?”
he blinks, jerks into motion, and grabs a dish towel off the counter and tosses it to you. too fast, like if he hesitates even a second longer he’ll do something really fucking stupid.
jj cleans up dinner, only after protesting and trying to bargain his way out of it. you tuck mac into the couch with three blankets, a stuffed kangeroo, and re runs of octonauts.
he joins you in the living room afterwards, throwing himself into the chair across from you while mumbling something about the kitchen being a war zone.
mac is practically buzzing beside you, cheeks flushed, hat crooked, giggling as he throws his arms around your neck like he’s mid victory pose.
“quick, take a picture,” you say, fumbling for your phone and handing it off. “i wanna send it to his mom.”
jj groans. “i’m not your personal photographer.”
but he takes it anyway. he clicks the button once, twice, three times.
you and mac don’t stop moving, don’t stop grinning. the hat you’re wearing is way too big, mac’s making a rock-on hand, you’re throwing up peace signs like it’s 2012.
jj stares at the screen a second too long and favorites it without thinking.
he hands the phone back, settling back deeper into the chair.
then, quietly, “thanks for dinner, betty.”
you roll your eyes, half smiling despite yourself. “get out of my house, jj.”
but neither of you move, and jack johnson is still humming in the background.
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Xoxo, Mimi - ok hi guys sorry this is so obviously a filler chapter I’ve been incredibly busy but be ready for some good chapters soon :)))) I also didn’t proofread this so if there’s mistakes no there isn’t
summary: jj and his little e-girl gf, based off that 'insta models' line from season 1 (rip). fem!reader soz <3
warnings: crude language, allusions to sexual content (nothing actually), jj being a dog, brief mentions of stalking, brief mention to body issues/ed, lmk if i missed anythingg <3
it all started when... jj saw this cute girl on his instagram feed. pink everything, pretty hair, banging body... he started dropping likes, being really nonchalant, before the comments.
'baddie 😍'
'🔥🔥🔥'
'i must've gone fishing... because you're the perfect catch'
he wasn't the only one, of course, but he sure was persistent. you were always one to be sweet to fans, so a like there, a sweet reply there. he never dm'd you, only really lurking in the comments, so you made the first move.
'liking my posts, commenting corny pick up lines, but never dming me? suspicious.'
he was over the moon, texted his friends immediately about the insta girl he likes actually texted him back??? what world is he even in??? he was so excited he forgot to text back, he was too busy texting the pogues about texting you back.
'maybe i'm just nonchalant' was his reply, and soon after, he got his. 'making me wait, i see? aren't u supposed to be my simp????' you questioned, no doubt smiling while you typed it.
'i most definitely am 🫡. ur so dang pretty mama' he texts back, almost proudly. 'so much for nonchalant' was all he got in return.
chatting became almost a nightly ritual for you two, a chronically online loser with no friends and a guy way too obsessed with her. dumb memes, texting un til midnight, mayyybeee some special photos just for him.
all the while, he'd yap to his friends. 'she's so cool', 'she's so pretty', 'she's so funny', 'i'm totally in love with her' was something the pogues had to deal with pretty much on the regular.
eventually, texting became face timing. playing dumb video games, doing karaoke or just chatting about anything. jj really had become your best friend. you barely posted on instagram anymore, which was bad enough for your 'simps', but your biggest mistake was posting a story about being on face time. less favourable fans went crazy, so crazy you had to turn off dm's. and jj was there to comfort you.
he was there when you quit instagram, he was there when you wanted to go back. it was never good for you anyways, it fed into that unhealthy need for praise and attention, and that even worse attachment to being slim.
but he was there. so you finally took the ferry from the mainland to the outer banks just to see him.
authors note: hope u like this fic! (if ur reading it hehe). this is my first ever fic on tumblr (i had a brief wattpad career, published like one chapter and dipped) but yeahhhh! lmk if u would maybe want me to turn this into a smau (i'm gonna do it anyways maybe just validate ur girl). btw, my requests r opennnn i wrote jj cuz i was in the mood, but i'm mainly obsessed with matt dillon characters (hence the user) but im open to anything! alsooo give me any advice cuz im new hehe <3
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To all black girls who refuse to be subjected to prejudices and forced into a mold. I love you.
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
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hi everyone, happy holidays, it's me again. as you all know, things in my country are capital f fucked. over 60% of all people is under poverty and most of us can't even make it to the basic food basket threshold. minimum wage is 1/3 of it and i don't even make that, being an informal worker.
i've been busting my ass the whole month working through chronic illnesses and harassment and today my bosses just told me that i would not be compensated for my work this month during january, so once again i ask you all if you could lend me your aid to at least put a plate of food daily on my table, anything you can spare is more than welcome, even if it's just sharing this post around.
once again i'm sorry to impose on ny'all during the holidays, and i thank you from the bottom of my heart for having read so far.
this is part 1. i cant post the FULL one on here for some reason but here is the link to the full writing on AO3 !
pairing: dark!shikamaru x female reader
oneshot au set around two years after the fourth shinobi war where Shikaku DIDNT die because he doesn't deserve that
words: 12467 (had to seperate into two parts because it's so long, OOPS.)
warnings: extremely toxic relationship, NSFW smut, swearing, cheating on partners, general scumbag behaviour from both parties, dependancy
summary: you and Shikamaru have been messing around for years now - never making things official, making eachother jealous in sick games, purposefully going back and forth to eachother, arguing, hating, fucking. now after months of not speaking to him after he got a new girlfriend, you decide its time to cause chaos in his life again.
You shifted slightly, propping yourself up on one elbow as your eyes flickered to Shikamaru’s with a glint of mischief - you were here to cause mayhem, to press and push him, to break through that lazy facade he held as always that infuriated and drew you in, you had been obsessed with cracking that shell for a while now.
Sometimes it worked, with him fucking you wildly whenever you succeeded and sometimes it failed with you returning to the night. No matter the situation you were in or the man you found yourself with - you found yourself always going back for that sweet release with him specifically, like a drug.
You hadn’t spoken to him in months after he did a.. certain thing.. and you reacted in what you thought was a completely reasonable response - he disagreed as he always did, but yet here you were, like a street cat you came and went when you wanted to.
You studied him, the dark hair he always wore pulled back into a ponytail, loose and trailing around his neck and shoulders as he blinked steadily waking himself up, and his intense eyes that reminded you of the very deer that the Nara clan tended to, the way he leaned back on his hands with a carefully neutral expression, his dark eyes betraying just a flicker of curiosity.
Your lips curved into a faint smirk, one that promised trouble.
“You’re quiet tonight,” you said, your tone light and teasing. “I expected a bit more of that dry wit you’re so fond of..” You drew on your words. You had, as usual when you got bored late at night, invited yourself into the Nara clan compound, and fortunately for you his dad Shikaku had let you in - saying it’s a good thing he has someone like you to ‘keep him on his toes.’
You had invited yourself to his bed like it was your own with your weight upon it waking him up as you threw yourself down - he was not impressed and had sat there in silence, annoyed as he woke himself up, knowing that you being here late at night only meant one thing, trouble.
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow but didn’t rise to the bait immediately. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, as if your words were already weighing on him, making him tense. “Maybe I’m just conserving energy y’know, since you decided to come here when I was sleeping..” he said lazily with a yawn - looking over you as you laid at the end of his bed, though his eyes flicked to yours, searching for the game you were obviously trying to play now. She’s always up to something, especially since it’s been months now.
You let your smirk widen as you leaned back fully again against his covers, your hair pooling around you like liquid. He opened one eye to look at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. “I’m not going to give you the reaction you’re fishing for, you may as well just leave now and let me sleep.” he said flatly.
“Oh, I’m not fishing,” you replied, your tone low and teasing as you leaned slightly closer, touching the covers. “I already know how to get a reaction out of you, Shikamaru. I’m just deciding whether it’s worth the effort tonight.” You had come here with a plan, as you always did. You found it most enjoyable to get a reaction out of the other-wise level-headed Shikamaru - he had already cracked under you multiple times, countless in fact.
His gaze lingered on yours for a moment, his lips twitching into the faintest of smirks despite himself. Troublesome as ever. He shifted slightly, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, the covers rustling as he moved. “You’re like a hornet.” he said with a sigh as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Do you just go around poking at everyone to see what sticks?”
“Only the ones who make it interesting, duh.” You replied smoothly, he had your interest - despite everything that happened, despite your incessant need to toy with him and his need to hurt you too - to try and play with him, to try and outsmart him constantly. “You should take it as a compliment.”
Shikamaru shook his head, though he couldn’t suppress the small chuckle that escaped him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just add ‘compliment’ to the list of things you’re terrible at giving.” His words were dry, hinting at your previous times with him as you scoffed, not even bothering to satisfy him in responding to it.
You let the moment stretch, enjoying the way his dark eyes remained steady on yours, the way you captivated his attention even if it was late at night and the last time he had actually spoken to you being months ago - even if he was lazy, even as you knew you were testing the limits of his patience. That, after all, was part of the fun.
You were here however for anything but to make him comfortable, in fact you relished in making him uncomfortable - in pushing him, which was exactly what you were gonna do. To see if he’d do something, a perpetual game of cat and mouse, though if the cat was much more lazy and had sharper claws than most.
You let out a long, deliberate sigh as you eased back fully onto the bed, your arms stretching upward. Your fingers splayed slightly as if measuring the ceiling, your gaze absently tracing the lines of the wooden beams above. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at your lips as you concocted a way to get underneath his skin, a quiet amusement dancing behind your eyes.
“I really shouldn’t be here,” you said casually, your voice soft and almost wistful as you side eyed him for a reaction with a permanent smirk etched onto your face, anything really.
“Especially now that I’m a... ‘thing’ with Naruto hmm? Doesn’t look good at all.” Your tone lingered on the word "thing" as if the very concept were amusing or foreign to you in front of him, such things had never stopped you before. You tilted your head slightly, turning your attention back to Shikamaru, the wooden beams suddenly boring. Your arm lowered, and with a quick flick of your fingers, you poked him lightly in the leg where it was covered near you as if tapping the glass of a fish tank.
Shikamaru didn’t flinch, though his expression turned deadpan as he glanced at you, I knew it, I had heard of months ago, right after I got with Temari - I had a feeling she’d turn up to gloat eventually, to try and get a reaction, like she always fucking does. He leaned back slightly, letting his head rest against the wall behind his bed. “What, are you expecting me to congratulate you? Feel guilty for letting you stay? I’m not playing this game Y/N.” He yawned, not giving you what you wanted just yet.
You turned your head fully to the side now, your eyes narrowing in mock curiosity, as if he could ever dare to question your intentions. “It’s not a game,” you said, though your smirk betrayed your words. “Just an observation. I shouldn’t be here. Late night visits to a man's house never did anyone any good.” You watched him yawn as you spoke.
Shikamaru let out a slow breath, his gaze lifting toward the ceiling you’d seemingly been measuring moments before. “You say that like it’s some kind of profound statement,” he muttered. “You’ve already decided to be here, so what’s the point in pretending otherwise?” He looked at you with a bored expression, already tired of your shit the more you spoke. You had invaded not only his room but his precious sleep time with your bullshit games.
Your smirk widened slightly. “I suppose you’re right,” you admitted, your tone light and unbothered. “But it’s still fun to see how you react when I say it.. It's new afterall.” You had been doing this for years with him - a constant back and forth, but you still found entertainment in it - how despite however many times you did it he never kicked you out, never actually got sick of you.
He tilted his head to look at you, his dark eyes steady, though there was the faintest flicker of exasperation in his gaze. “And what reaction are you hoping for?” he asked, his voice calm but pointed. “Am I supposed to kick you out? Go tell Naruto that his girl is over at mine? Tell you to stay? Or just sit here and listen while you work through whatever it is you’re avoiding.” He folded his arms over his black shirt - the dim light showing the rumpling of the fabric as he did so.
You chuckled softly at how pointed he was as usual, the sound low and velvety. You enjoyed playing games with the minds of men within the village, finding it the only worthy entertainment nowadays amongst all the seriousness - your games had yet to catch up with you and you were just about fine with that.
He also was the only one that matched your mindgames in such a fucked up way. “You always think I’m avoiding something,” you said, your voice carrying a faint teasing lilt. “Maybe I just enjoy your company, huh, Shikamaru?”.
Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head slightly as he looked back toward the ceiling. He spoke finally - his voice quiet but tinged with wry amusement. “Still as predictable as ever.”
Your eyes sparkled as you raised an eyebrow. “Predictable?” you echoed, your smirk sharpening slightly. “Now, that’s a new one.” You sat up slightly, looking him directly into his deep brown eyes. “Careful, Shikamaru. If you start calling me predictable, I might have to try harder to surprise you, maybe I’ll start appearing at yours even later at night to engage in these wonderful chats.”
He let out a small chuckle. “Troublesome woman,” he muttered again. “You’re already exhausting enough as it is.”
You leaned your head back further on to the mattress, closing your eyes briefly as your smirk softened into something more thoughtful. “Exhausting, maybe,” you murmured, your voice quieter now. “But I doubt you’d let me stay if I wasn’t at least a little entertaining.”
His gaze flicked to you again, lingering for a moment as he weighed your words.You was trouble, no doubt about that, you had a penchant for turning up at the worst times, like when he had started a new relationship, trying to get a reaction out of him, saying the most random shit and observing his reactions like he was some sort of lab rat—but there was something about your presence, your unpredictability, that kept him from telling you to leave no matter what you two went through. Entertaining, huh? That’s one way to put it.
“You’re lucky I don’t mind losing sleep,” he said finally, his tone dry and sarcastic.
Your smirk returned as you opened your eyes, your gaze finding his once more. “That’s what I thought,” you said softly, your voice carrying a quiet satisfaction despite his obvious sarcasm. He was the only man to match your energy in any sort of way and now being here you wondered why you had given him the cold shoulder for the past few months, sure he did something fucked up but still, this was exhilarating, a dark toxin.
You wondered if you should take a different approach to this, maybe throw yourself at him or something when he knew that you were both now in relationships.
You shifted slightly on the bed, your long hair cascading over your shoulders as you propped herself up on one elbow. Your eyes studied Shikamaru’s profile in the dim light, the faintest hint of mischief glinting in their depths as your lips curved into a languid smile. You seemed to savour the stillness of the moment as it allowed you to think - to plan, to watch his reaction, the quiet tension that always lingered between you both.
“Shikamaru,” you said softly, your voice carrying a slow, deliberate edge as your smirk deepened, “do you want to do anything?”
Your tone was suggestive, your words calculated as they lingered in the air. You tilted your head slightly, watching him with precision—measuring every subtle shift in his expression, every flicker of reaction.
Shikamaru didn’t move at first, though his fingers twitched slightly where his hands rested on his thighs, the covers making a sound slightly. His dark eyes remained fixed ahead not wanting to observe the taunting ghost at the end of his bed that appeared when he least wanted it to, but his jaw tightened, his thoughts churning beneath the surface. Why does Y/N always push just far enough to test me? He inhaled slowly, carefully schooling his expression before he finally turned his head to meet your gaze.
“And what exactly are you implying?” he asked, his tone calm but edged with dry amusement. His dark eyes locked onto yours, steady despite the quiet challenge in your voice. “You’re the one who came here, idiot. Shouldn’t you have an idea if you’re the one asking?” He yawned again.
Your smirk widened faintly as you leaned back again, your fingers brushing lazily over the fabric of the covers, accidentally touching his leg under there as you did so. Shikamaru tensed slightly. “Oh, I have ideas,” you said lightly, ignoring the fact you just did that, your voice laced with amusement. “But I thought I’d give you the opportunity to surprise me for once, I am always the one with all the surprises, it gets boring really.”
He studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. She’s trying to get a rise out of me again by coming here and telling me that she’s with Naruto - like I even care, she did this all for some sort of revenge anyways. Always testing, always poking at whatever cracks she thinks she can find. He exhaled through his nose, his gaze narrowing slightly.
“And what if I said no?” he replied, his voice steady as he leaned back on his hands. “Would you be disappointed, or would you just find another way to amuse yourself?”
Your eyes glinted as you watched him, the corner of your mouth tugging upward. “Maybe both,” you said smoothly, your tone teasing. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Seeing how far you’ll let me go before you push back.”
Shikamaru tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp against yours. “You’re always looking for the boundaries,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an almost resigned edge. “But don’t act surprised when you find them.”
You chuckled softly at his words, thinking of all the implications he could possibly mean - despite this facade of his right now, you knew for a fact he loved this shit as much as you - this sick game you both engaged in every now and then. “I’m never surprised by anything nowadays,” you murmured, your eyes narrowing slightly as you studied him. “Just curious.”
The air between you both thickened again, the tension shifting but never breaking. You let the silence stretch as you lent your head back, your smirk fading into something more calculative. You were careful, as always, you could see the subtle shifts in him, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long for comfort, the faint tension in his posture that spoke louder than any words as he was acutely aware as to why you were here late at night.
It was a dance that you’d both done for a few years now.
“Well,” you said finally, your voice light and teasing, “if you’re not going to take me up on the offer, I suppose I’ll have to entertain myself.”
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye with a grin.
Shikamaru leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees again as he let out a slow exhale. His gaze flicked to you, dark eyes narrowed with something sharper now—an edge that wasn’t there before. You always played your games with professional precision, but tonight, it seemed, you had nudged just far enough—constantly talking about your new relationship with his friend.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice low, steady, but carrying an unmistakable weight of all the times past. His expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something more—a challenge. This was how he played the game. “Especially now that you’re a ‘thing’ with Naruto.”
Your smirk didn’t falter, though you glimmered with interest as you shifted slightly on the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow again facing him. “And what about it?” you replied smoothly, almost unassumingly as if this conversation was something completely normal, your voice was unbothered. “Are you concerned for him? Or is this your way of deflecting?”
Shikamaru let out a soft, humourless chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s not about me,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through your teasing. His gaze locked onto yours, his words slow and deliberate. “How do you think Naruto would react if he knew you were here, huh? In my room, stretched out on my bed, practically begging for attention?”
The smirk on your lips remained - this was more like it, your eyes flickered with something unreadable from his perspective—maybe amusement, maybe a flicker of surprise. You studied him carefully, as if weighing your next move. “Begging?” you echoed, your voice carrying a faint lilt of incredulity. “That’s quite the accusation, Shikamaru. Is that how you see it?”
His jaw tightened as he sat back, folding his arms across his chest. “You tell me,” he said flatly. “You’re the one who came here. The one who’s pushing, testing, playing your games. So tell me, Y/N—what are you looking for? And does it even cross your mind what he’d think if he knew?”
“Perhaps-” you said, lightly tracing your fingers yet again on his covers, there was an edge to your voice now as you felt your game finally being played now rather than ignored. “-but Naruto wouldn’t understand. He’s... straightforward.” You smiled darkly, testing him as you paused before continuing. “Too earnest to grasp the nuances of things like this like you and I.”
You tilted your head and hummed at the end of your sentence, your smirk returning as you added, “And you know that as well as I do.”
Shikamaru’s gaze didn’t waver, though his expression darkened slightly as he processed your words. Of course she’d rationalise it like that. Y/N always did. No matter which guy she was with throughout the years, she was always coming back to me like a cat in heat.
“And what happens when he does understand?” he asked with a smile, his tone carrying an almost dangerous calm. “When he figures out that all this—” he gestured vaguely toward your body on his bed, “—isn’t as simple as you want him to believe?”
Your smirk widened faintly, you loved the back and forth he would give you - that no matter what weird fucked up shit you did, no matter when you turned up - he would entertain you.
Your eyes glinted as you leaned back fully again onto his bed, folding your hands behind your head. “Then I suppose I’ll deal with that when the time comes,” you said smoothly, not really caring if and when Naruto might find out. Most guys knew what they were getting into anyways with you but did it anyways - out of lust or hope that you’d change you couldn’t tell. You and Shikamaru were real messy and it wasn’t a hidden thing throughout the years.
“But for now...” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, challenging him as you always did, your voice softening into something dangerously playful. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d do if you were in his place?”
Shikamaru’s brows furrowed slightly at your question as he sighed, and for a moment, he said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. What would I do? The question hung in his mind, unwelcome and intrusive. He didn’t want to play into your games, but the way you looked at him—calculated, challenging, as though daring him to react—made it harder than ever to keep his footing, his clean streak away from you.
Finally, he sighed, leaning forward again as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not Naruto,” he said simply, his voice quiet but firm. “And you already know that Y/N, you know it too well. So stop trying to turn this into some hypothetical. If you’re here, then be here—but don’t drag him into this just to see how I’ll react.”
His words hung in the air, heavy and pointed, as he met your gaze again, daring you to push further.
Your eyes narrowed playfully as you heard his words, your smirk deepening as you slowly sat up, your movements fluid and deliberate. You sat up slowly and leaned closer, moving yourself to sit beside him. The faintest hint of mischief dancing in your gaze as your hand slid lightly along Shikamaru’s arm. Your touch was feather-light, evoking goosebumps from him, deliberate in the way it tested his boundaries without fully crossing them.
“Do you remember?” you asked softly, dragging your words, your voice smooth and teasing, like silk brushing over bare skin. Your fingers traced an idle pattern on his arm, your gaze steady on his. “The last time we were like this... together?” You paused, letting the memory of the last time you both fucked, whenever that was, settle into his head.
Shikamaru’s muscles tensed under your touch, though his expression remained carefully neutral. He turned his head slightly to look at you, his dark eyes narrowing with a mix of exasperation and something darker—something he didn’t care to name and didn’t ever really want to. She’s doing it again. Pushing. Testing. Always seeing how far I’ll go before I push back, before she gets what she wants.
“Of course I remember,” he said flatly, though his voice betrayed a faint edge of irritation. “That’s not exactly something you forget, Y/N.”
Your smirk widened at his response, your fingers trailing just a little higher on his arm as you tilted her head in entertainment, watching him closely. “Good,” you murmured, your tone dropping slightly as you leaned in closer with a whisper, dancing along the line of wrong and right as you usually did. “Because I was starting to think you’d forgotten.”
Shikamaru let out a low sigh, his jaw tightening as he looked away briefly, as if trying to steady himself and his thoughts. She always knows how to find the cracks, no matter what sort of shield I put up. Always knowing exactly where to press.
“I haven’t forgotten,” he said quietly with control, his voice low but steady as he maintained eye contact with heavy lidded eyes in the dim light. “But I’m not sure what you’re trying to prove by bringing it up.”
You chuckled softly, the sound low and velvety as you shifted even closer - shoulder against shoulder now, your smirk never faltering. “Who said I’m trying to prove anything?” you replied, your voice light but laced with an undercurrent of challenge. “Maybe I just wanted to remind you... in case you needed it.”
You liked to remind him every few months, to play with his head - for him to play with yours too in a sick sort of way, you liked it. You hated that you liked the hurt, the back and forth of terrible things you’d do to each other - your most recent event of acting out was getting with his friend Naruto in an attempt to hurt him after you caught him kissing Temari.
He turned back to face you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a quiet intensity. “And why would I need reminding?” he asked, his tone calm but pointed, knowing exactly the point you were getting at - their entire… relationship if you could call it that was them doing this. “You think I’m going to forget the way you play these games?”
Your smirk softened slightly, though your gaze remained sharp, unyielding. “No,” you said simply, your voice low and smooth. “You seem to forget the way you like to play them too though, Shikamaru.”
The air between you both thickened, your words lingering in the silence as your hand stilled on his arm, your eyes watched him closely. Shikamaru’s mind raced, torn between the steady logic that urged him to push you away and the undeniable pull of your presence like it always had—the way her voice wrapped around him like a trap he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. This sick game between the two of you had gone on for far too long in his opinion - with him purposefully doing things to hurt you, you doing it back ten fold and then him taking it to new levels - if he didn’t pull away it would keep going until mutually assured destruction.He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you as if trying to read the thoughts behind your playful expression. Finally, he let out another soft sigh, leaning back on his hands as he shook his head. “Troublesome,” he muttered again simply as he usually did.
You leaned your back against the same wall he did, your eyes shimmering with amusement as your smirk curled wider. Your hair fanned against your back, brushing against the wall, and you shifted slightly, the fabric of your skirt brushing against the mattress as you stretched out, languid and deliberate. Your gaze flicked to Shikamaru, locking onto him like a siren does a sailor.
“So, you really won’t do anything with me?” you asked, your voice low, smooth, and teasing. You raised an eyebrow, your tone dancing between playful and provocative. “Here I am, sprawled out on your bed, practically ‘begging for attention,’ as you so eloquently put it. And yet...” You trailed off, your smirk deepening as you tilted your head to watch his reaction. “You’re still just sitting there.”
Shikamaru didn’t move at first, though his jaw tightened slightly, his gaze flicking toward you as if drawn by some invisible force. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees so the back of his head was only visible to you, his dark eyes narrowing as he stared forward into the darkness of his room. She’s relentless. Always pushing, always testing. And she knows exactly how to get under my skin. Y/N relishes in this cycle. It could be a year and she’d still come back for more.
“Are you really that desperate for a reaction?” he asked, his voice low, daring. His tone was calm, but his posture betrayed the tension building beneath the surface.
“Maybe.” You admitted lightly with a playful smile, your fingers idly tracing the edge of the sheets next to your thigh. “But if I really wanted a reaction, I think we both know I’d already have it.”
His brow furrowed slightly at your words, he was annoyed - annoyed that you had come back here for this - to sit here and tempt him so he could be the one to blame for your cheating on your new boyfriend yet again, so he would be to blame for cheating on his own girlfriend yet again, not you.
His dark eyes narrowed further as he regarded you. “You’re as cocky as always.” he said flatly with a sigh, though there was a faint edge of amusement in his tone - and that’s what you clinged to, the knowing enjoyment that he actually enjoyed this shit as much as you no matter how fucked up it was. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for whatever bullshit you’re playing right now.”
“You say that,” you mused, your voice carrying a teasing lilt as you resumed touching his arm gently, “but I think I’ve gotten under your skin more than you’d like to admit, I always do, don’t I Shikamaru?” Your words were sickly sweet like the nectar of a venus fly trap.
Shikamaru’s lips twitched into a faint, humourless smirk as he leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands. “Maybe,” he conceded repeating the same word you said with an entertained look on his face, his tone measured. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you’re looking for.”
Your eyes narrowed slightly as your almost permanent smirk widened, your amusement only growing at his restraint. “And what do you think I’m looking for?” you asked, your voice soft and probing, like a thread pulling at the edges of his composure.
Shikamaru’s dark eyes lingered on you longer this time, the weight of your presence pressing against the carefully constructed walls he’d tried to keep intact. You sat there next to him, your hand purposefully touching him - making that connection, your eyes glinting with amusement, your smirk daring him to act, to cross the line you had so deliberately drawn. His mind churned, torn between the safe choice of walking away and the pull of something undeniable—a gravity that he knew couldn’t entirely resist, no matter what.
She’s like a poison I can’t stop taking. If I let this happen, it’s only going to complicate things more than they already are. Temari had agreed to date me properly when I swore off ever talking with Y/N again, and I agreed - but here she is, again, and here I am again unable to tell her to fuck off. She’s got me under some sort of genjutsu where I keep making the same old fucking mistakes, I swear. His gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. Damn it all..
He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his hair, his dark eyes closing briefly as if gathering his resolve as he turned his head away from you. You asked smoothly as you relished in his conflicted silence, your voice carrying a teasing edge. “Are you finally starting to see things my way?”
He simply scoffed, still not answering you as he felt himself unravelling slowly. He couldn’t help it with you, falling into old habits and hurting not only each other with the way you both acted but the people around you both. Temari, who he was dating now. Naruto who you were dating. It never just ended with you two - it was always so fucked.
You were completely emboldened by his silence, knowing what questions are probably flickering through his mind. Shikamaru was a logical man, yet with you he seemed to become stupid - stupid enough to keep this going, stupid enough not to kick you out his room.
“Do you remember the first time we almost had sex, years ago?” you asked softly, your voice smooth and low, like water brushing against his skin. You stared at the back of his head, waiting and knowing he would turn to face you, he couldn’t help himself as much as you couldn’t.
Shikamaru’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes narrowing as he turned his head to glance at you, sitting his back against the wall as his shoulders brushed up against yours again. “Of course I remember,” he said, though his tone was measured and deep. “Why bring that up now?” A stupid question really, he knew exactly why you were bringing it up.
You chuckled softly, as your gaze drifted upward for a moment as if picturing it, your smirk widening faintly. You murmured, your voice dangerously teasing him. “The way you told me—no, in fact, commanded me—to sit on your lap under that big tree.” You paused, your eyes flicking back to him, watching him closely as you continued. His eyes were barely open, through being turned on or tired you couldn’t tell.
“You wanted me so badly, that as soon as I sat there I could feel your cock harden beneath me, It throbbed with want and need, for me. I was so innocent back then - as was you. Both uncorrupted really.” you laughed slightly before carrying on, noting that his eyes hadn’t left yours as he listened, it sounded like he was holding his breath.
Your smirk softened, your gaze steady and unyielding as you leaned toward him slightly, your voice dropping to a near whisper as if saying some sort of secret. “You didn’t hesitate back then, selfish man.” You tutted at him, maintaining his dark gaze before carrying on speaking
“You couldn’t help yourself Shikamaru. Your hands were firm, sure of themselves. The way you touched my thighs slowly underneath my skirt, willing my legs to open slowly with your hands...” You tilted your head slightly, your lips almost grazing his ear as you spoke, your hair falling forward over your shoulder. “You made your way ever so slowly upwards, first only lightly touching me through my pants, before pulling them aside with those long fingers of yours - so deliberately.”
You paused, noticing him finally breathing - the dim light cast highlights on his face. He liked it when you were like this, you could tell because he didn’t stop you, didn’t tell you to shut up. “As if you had all the time in the world under that tree, the afternoon sun on us as you slowly rubbed my clit-” you gasped slowly, intimately, half in remembrance of the sensation of his surprisingly skilled fingers massaging you to completion and half to get a reaction out of him, “-bringing me slowly to my corruption as you told me sweetly to trust you, a feeling I chased many times with you. I know you remember Shikamaru..”
“You really have no shame, don’t you?” he muttered, his stare burning into your eyes. He was tense, his shoulder warm against yours, the room felt heavy. You laughed at his words, he was right - you didn’t, at least not anymore, not with him.
“Tell me you don’t want such things again, there’s no way. I know no matter who you’re with, you haven’t found it the same.” You stared into his eyes, knowing that his control was frayed, broken like a taut string holding weights on either side.
Shikamaru’s dark eyes stayed locked on yours, the challenge in your voice hanging heavy in the air. She was right. I had tried fucking Temari multiple times, to get my mind off Y/N - but it had been average. Just sex, no electricity, no all consuming need to absolutely take over the person who laid below him, it was healthy, normal even. Your gaze glinted with quiet satisfaction knowing that his lack of answer confirmed your words, your eyes dared him to act, daring him to step over the line you’d so artfully drawn between you both. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the silence stretched unbearably, tension crackling as the string of control began to snap.
Finally, he sighed—a rough, frustrated sound—and leaned forward, closing the small distance between you both in a single, deliberate motion. The same old mistakes, huh? I’m a moth to a deadly flame no matter what other light is around me. His hand came up to your cheek, his touch firm and quick as he tilted your face slightly toward him, his dark eyes narrowing as they searched yours.
“You always push,” he said darkly, his voice low and even. “Always testing, always trying to get a reaction. Troublesome woman.” His thumb brushed along your cheekbone, slowly lowering to your jawline, his hand on your neck lightly, your memories flared - moments he had wrapped one of his hands around your neck and held tightly - the other covering your mouth as he had fucked you hard against a tree, memories from a year ago, the reason why being lost on you now. Probably you making him jealous at the time, enjoying the way he acted out.
“And you always act so damn sure of yourself.” You smirked at his words - you had won this time, yet again. As he had before, he would risk everything for you and you the same for him. His hand immediately tightened at your neck when he saw your smirk, making your breath hitch. Before you could respond, he leaned in further, his hand loosening around your throat and sliding to the back of your neck as he tugged you forward hard, his lips meeting yours in a firm, deliberate kiss. The tension snapped immediately and you were both all over each other. The kiss turned hungry, fervent, messy.
You gasped against his lips, your hands instinctively clutching the fabric of his black long sleeved shirt. His hands snaked around your waist, tugging at your clothes already.
Wetness started to pool between your legs as it had countless times before - teasing words and dry humour no longer being spoken - just the familiar sound of his bed creaking slightly beneath the both of you as you both fought for control with kisses.
The thought of how wrong this was sent thrill through you as you kept your eyes closed. So wrong, so right. No one in your life had ever made you feel like this. The intensity of the kiss pulled your focus back to him - the way his lips moved against yours with such an urgency that left your head spinning, forgetting about anything outside this room.
His desire was evident and it made your chest twist darkly - it was fucked up really, you had cheated on every boyfriend you ever had with Shikamaru. His lazy fucking attitude bringing you back each time - the need to be consumed, to consume.
He pulled back, your vision hazy with how turned on you were, how badly you wanted him. “You’re one sick bitch Y/N.” His words were quick, heavy with desire - the string had snapped. You laughed, pressing him against the wall quickly as your eyes gleamed with mischief. Without breaking your gaze from him, you slipped forward and straddled him, your knees pressing against his sides and your skirt draped over his lap.
Your hands pressed him into the wall. “And?” you finally answered breathlessly. “You want me just as much as I want you. Did you miss me in these months? Hmm?”
Shikamaru’s eyes were dark, a familiar sneer appearing on his face. He enjoyed this, he was every bit as fucked up as you, you weren’t the only one who had cheated, fucked around behind peoples backs - he did it too, coming to you each and every time. Pushing, always pushing. His jaw tightened, not answering you - not giving you the satisfaction of hearing it outloud. You was right and he fucking hated that you was, he did miss you.
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let me know thoughts and send me some more ideas pllleeease I REALLY ENJOYED writing this, its my first time writing smut and generally writing fanfic - the full thing is available on AO4 which ill link again so you don't have to scroll :)
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Now onto the lineup:
Cookies And Cream With Sprinkles And Brownie Bits With Kensei And Shuhei = Marriage Pact + Threesome + 69 - posted!
Coffee Waffle Cone #3 With Megumi = Friends To Lovers + “Don’t You Dare Walk Away Right Now!” - posted!
Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate Chips With Toji = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position
Peanut Butter With M&Ms And Chocolate-Covered Pretzels With Ichigo = Secret Billionaire+Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking+Missionary
Coffee With Whipped Cream And Banana With Kenpachi = Friends To Lovers + Creampie/Breeding Kink + Missionary + Doggystyle
Cherry Flavor With Strawberry Toppings And Banana With Suguru Geto = Hometown/Reunion Love + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Doggystyle
Cookies & Cream Ice Cream, With Maraschino Cherries And Chocolate-Covered Pretzels Izuru Kira = Marriage Pact + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob +Missionary
Strawberry With Whipped Cream And Banana With Aizen = Enemies To Lovers+Creampie, Breeding Kink+Doggystyle
Vanilla Whipped Cream And Banana With Kensei = High School Sweethearts + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Doggystyle
Strawberry With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels For Aizen = Enemies To Lovers + Creampie, Breeding Kink+ Missionary
Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate With Gojo = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position
Vanilla + Strawberries And Chocolate Covered Pretzel With Dear Kento-Kun = High School Sweethearts + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Missionary
Can I Get A Mint Chocolate Chip Waffle Cone #5 With Ukitake = Soulmates + "I Trust You With All Of My Heart."
Cherry With M&Ms And Chocolate Chips With Nanami = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking + Lotus Position
Butterscotch With M&M's For Kenpachi = Forced Proximity + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking
Fudge With Whipped Cream And Caramel With Nanami = Captor/Captive + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Thirst Position
Butter Pecan With Whipped Cream And Nutella! (Gojo + Geto) = Love Triangle + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Butterfly Position
Hurt/Comfort-Themed Cherry Waffle Cone Number Two With Hirako Shinji = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love + “Don’t You Dare Walk Away Right Now!”
Peanut Butter Waffle Cone #7 For Kiyotaka Ijicjhi = Secret Billionaire + “Do You Want My Jacket?”
Mint Chocolate Chip With Strawberry And Chocolate Chips With Higuruma = Soul Mates + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position
Cherry Waffle Cone #12 With Mr. Nanami Kento = Return To Hometown/Reunion Love+“Of Course I Know The Way You Like Your Coffee.”
Peanut Butter With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Nanami = Secret Billionaire + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary
Butter Pecan With Maraschino Cherries And Brownie Bits With Kusakabe And Utahime = Love Triangle + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob + 69
Strawberry Kitkat With Grimmjow = Enemies To Lovers + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling
Coffee Flavor On Waffle Cone #16 With Higuruma = Friends To Lovers + "I Never Believed In Love At First Sight Before I Met You
Coffee With Crushed Oreos And Gummy Bears With Gojo = Friends To Lovers+Clit Spanking, Nipple Play, Bondage+Facesitting
Cookie Dough + Marshmallows And Reese's Pieces + Kusakabe = Strangers In A Foreign City + Teasing, Edging, Toys + Cowgirl
Rocky Road With Strawberries And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Toshiro = Teacher/Student + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Missionary
Cotton Candy / Whipped Cream / Nutella With A Side Of Nanami = Secret Admirer+Creampie, Breeding Kink+Butterfly Position
Cotton Candy+ Strawberries With Nanami = Secret Admirer+ Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond
Mint Chocolate Chip Waffle Cone #5 With Higuruma = Soul Mates + "I Trust You With All Of My Heart."
Rocky Road, M&M's, And Chocolate Chips With Byakuya = Teacher/Student+Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking+Lotus Position
Chocolate Flavor With Maraschino Cherries With Sum Chocolate Chips On The Side For Higuruma = Boss/Secretary + Praise Kink, Lingerie, Blowjob + Lotus Position
Cookies And Cream With Crushed Oreos And Bananas With Nanami = Marriage Pact + Clit Spanking, Nipple Play, Bondage + Doggystyle
Shuhei Hisagi X Reader Cookies And Cream - Marriage Pact Strawberries - Passionate/Romantic Sex / Emotional Bond Chocolate-Covered Pretzels - Missionary
Coffee, With Whipped Cream, And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Gin Ichimaru = Friends To Lovers + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary
Chocolate, Kitkat And Banana With Geto = Boss/Secretary + Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling + Doggystyle
Mint Chocolate Chip And M&Ms With Aizen = Soulmates + Virginity Loss, Soft Sex, Sweet Talking
Vanilla With Whipped Cream And Chocolate Covered Pretzels With Nanami Kento = High School Sweethearts + Creampie, Breeding Kink + Missionary
