Omg college roommate au with shikamaru who has to listen to you quietly whimpering and moaning his name through the walls and its driving insane bc then you go and act like you two are just friends even tho you're wearing his shirts and practically begging for him to go over to your room and rail you every night. He cant get you out of his head either bc youve taken it upon yourself to do all of the laundry so now all of his newly washed clothes smell like your detergent and faintly of your perfume as well. He finally snaps when he comes back from one of his classes early to find you fingering yourself on his bed and he ends up eating you out like a man starved and fucking you completely stupid bc you've been blue balling him for WEEKS.
This is phenomenal yall are so creative
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Youād been tormenting yourselfāand himāfor weeks in that cramped off-campus apartment.
The thin walls did nothing to hide your nightly desperation. Youād sneak into Shikamaruās room while he was at class, press your face into his pillow, and inhale the warm, masculine scent of himāfaint cedarwood shampoo, clean skin, and the subtle musk that was purely Shikamaru. Sometimes youād grind against his sheets, leaving a damp spot from how soaked you got just from his smell. His laundry became your ritual: pulling his worn shirts and hoodies from the hamper, burying your nose in the armpits or collar where his scent was strongest, before reluctantly washing them. You always picked the softest ones first, wearing nothing underneath so your own perfume and skin scent would cling to the fabric.
At night, the sounds you made were filthy and unrestrained. Fingers plunging wetly into your aching cunt, the lewd schlick-schlick echoing as you rubbed your swollen clit and moaned his name like a broken record.
āShikamaruā¦ ahhāfuck, please, deeperā¦ā Your voice would crack into breathy, high-pitched whimpers that carried straight through the wall. You pictured his lazy half-lidded eyes turning sharp with lust, his long fingers replacing yours, his low, raspy voice calling you troublesome while he pinned you down.
Your secret shrine in the back of your closet only made it worseāphotos of him stretching after runs, muscles flexing, shirt riding up to reveal the sharp cut of his abs and the dark trail leading into his sweats; him stepping out of the shower with water droplets tracing down his toned chest and v-lines; candid shots of him shirtless on the couch, hair messy, that effortlessly arrogant smirk on his lips.
Every morning youād plaster on a normal smile, heart racing as you passed him in the kitchen.
Shikamaru was at his limit. Your scent haunted every clean piece of clothing. The sound of you moaning his name made his cock throb painfully each night as he stroked himself in the dark, imagining shutting you up with his mouth and cock.
His lecture was canceled that afternoon. The apartment was quiet except for the unmistakable wet sounds and broken whimpers coming from his bedroom.
Shikamaru pushed the door open slowly.
The sight punched the air from his lungs.
You were sprawled on his bed, completely lost to pleasure. His favorite oversized black shirt was bunched up around your ribs, exposing your breasts and the slick, puffy lips of your pussy. Your legs were spread wide, thighs trembling. Two fingers were buried knuckle-deep inside your dripping cunt, thrusting with obscene, squelching sounds while your other hand pinched and tugged at a hardened nipple. Your hips rolled desperately, grinding against your hand as you buried your face in his pillow, inhaling his scent.
āShikamaruā¦ nnghāplease, I need your cockā¦ fuck me stupid, fill me upāā
Your voice was husky, desperate, and dripping with lust. A shiny trail of your arousal had soaked into his sheets. The air in the room was thick with the sweet, musky scent of your pussy.
The floor creaked.
Your eyes snapped open in shock. āShikaā?!ā
He was on you in seconds.
Strong hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, yanking them apart even wider as he dropped to his knees. His hot breath fanned over your soaked folds.
āYouāve been driving me fucking insane,ā he growled, voice low and rough, all laziness gone. āMoaning my name every night. Stealing my clothes. Rubbing your needy little cunt on my sheets while Iām gone.ā
He dove in without warning.
The first long, slow drag of his tongue from your leaking entrance up to your throbbing clit made your back arch violently. He groaned deeply at your tasteātangy, sweet, addictiveālapping at your folds like a man starved. His tongue was hot and wet, swirling around your clit before sucking it hard between his lips. The lewd, slurping sounds of him devouring you filled the room.
āFuck, youāre soaked,ā he muttered against your pussy, voice vibrating through you. Three long fingers plunged inside without mercy, curling and stroking that spongy spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. The stretch was perfect, the wet schlick-schlick of his fingers pumping in and out mixing with your broken moans.
Your hands fisted his messy ponytail, tugging hard as your hips tried to buck. Sweat beaded on your skin. The scent of your arousal was overwhelming now, mixed with the faint smell of his shampoo still lingering on the pillow beneath your head.
āShikamaruāoh god, your tongueā!ā you cried, thighs clamping around his head.
He pinned you down harder, arm like iron across your hips, and doubled down. His tongue flicked rapidly over your clit while his fingers fucked you faster, curling relentlessly. The pressure built unbearably fastātight, coiling heat in your belly.
You came with a sharp, keening wail, pussy gushing around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through you. He didnāt stop, licking you through every spasm, drinking down every drop until you were shaking and oversensitive, tears slipping down your cheeks.
When he finally pulled back, his chin and lips glistened with your slick. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with hunger. He stood, stripping off his shirt to reveal his toned chest, then shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang freeālong, thick, veined, the flushed head already leaking precum. It twitched visibly as he stroked it once, eyes locked on your dripping, clenching pussy.
āLegs up. Now.ā
You obeyed shakily, hooking your knees over his shoulders as he climbed over you. The blunt, hot head of his cock nudged your entrance, slick with your juices, before he thrust in with one powerful snap of his hips.
The stretch was intenseāburning, delicious fullness as he buried himself to the hilt. You both moaned loudly. He felt huge inside you, pulsing hot and heavy against your walls.
āSo fucking tight,ā he hissed through gritted teeth. āBeen dreaming about this pussy squeezing my cock.ā
He gave you no time to adjust. He pulled back slowly, letting you feel every inch, then slammed back in hard. The bedframe slammed against the wall with each brutal thrust. Skin slapped wetly against skin. The obscene, squelching sound of his thick cock pounding into your soaked cunt mixed with your desperate moans and his low, ragged grunts.
Sweat slicked your bodies, making skin slide hotly together. His scentāmusky, masculine, mixed with fresh sweatāsurrounded you completely. Every deep thrust dragged perfectly against your g-spot, sending electric shocks of pleasure through you.
āLook at me,ā he commanded, one hand gripping your jaw. His dark eyes bored into yours, intense and possessive. āNo more pretending. Youāre mine.ā
He fucked you harder, hips snapping with precision. The angle had your clit grinding against his pelvis with every thrust. Your nails raked down his back, leaving red marks. The coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter.
You came again with a broken scream of his name, walls fluttering and clenching around his cock like a vice. Shikamaru cursed, burying his face in your neck as his rhythm faltered.
āGonna cumāfuckāā
He thrust deep one last time and stilled, groaning loudly as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your insides. Pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around his cock, dripping down your ass and onto his sheets. The warmth of it, the scent of sex heavy in the airāit was overwhelming.
He stayed buried inside you, panting against your neck, both of you slick with sweat. Slowly, he lowered your legs and pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping around you possessively.
āā¦Troublesome woman,ā he murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied. He pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to your damp temple, inhaling the scent of your hair. āNo more games. You sleep here from now on. My bed. My shirts. My girl.ā
You smiled weakly, body buzzing and boneless, nuzzling into the crook of his neck where his pulse still raced.
āFinally,ā you whispered.
He chuckled lowly, hand sliding down to squeeze your ass as his cock gave one last twitch inside you.
āRound two after I recover. And next laundry day? Youāre doing it naked. I want to watch every second.ā
The promise in his voice sent another shiver through your spent body. You were more than ready.
