shikamaru nara version of this! 18+ MDNI
You shouldn’t have done it.
You knew better.
But you couldn’t help it.
The ache between your thighs was just too overwhelming.
And that’s how you landed on your shared bed, shorts discarded onto the floor, leaving you in a pair of pink panties and a similarly colored tank top. You weren’t entirely sure if the sweat forming on your browbone was from nervousness or anticipation.
This felt too foreign, unfamiliar, your shaky hand tracing the waistband of your underwear, your fingertips felt much softer, too soft, against the sensitive skin, less calloused, than Shikamaru’s.
Your other hand snuck up your shirt, palming at your aching chest. Then without much more thought, your fingers pushed past the barrier of cotton, running your index finger down the seam of your cunt, collecting slick from your coated folds, using your essence to make an easier push into your needy entrance.
You clenched around your own finger, finally feeling some sort of relief from that grumbling sensation that hassled you all day. A soft mewl passed your lips as you slowly began fingering yourself, adding a second one not too soon after. A loud squelch filled the room, accompanied by the small, shallow breaths leaving your mouth occasionally.
Your heart pounded so hard against your chest, the thump echoed in your ears, and could feel the reverberation against your sternum. But no matter how deep you delved, that soft spot inside you seemed to be just out of reach from your own devices, groaning loudly as you pulled out your sopping fingers. So, you tried something different.
Now, you began to work with your swollen clit, rubbing slow, imprecise circles on her. Slowly, you began to feel something bubbling up in your stomach. Something tangible, twisting and growing in your gut. Like a slight jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. So, you chased after it.
Your circles slowly became tighter, faster, messier. The hand on your breasts pinched your nipples harder. You struggled to remember to keep your breath even, your chest had started stuttering, gasping for air. However, it still wasn’t enough.
As soon as you felt some semblance of release, it would fizzle out, like you were hitting a wall. No matter how much you rubbed, fondled, or rolled, nothing came from it. Just more of that unbearable feeling, causing your eyes to brim with frustrated tears.
Gods, you probably looked pathetic, but you were too far gone now. You would do anything for release. So, you continued, with greater focus.
You weren’t sure how long you were occupied, but it must have been quite awhile.
Long enough for Shilkamaru to come home.
This certainly wasn’t the sight he had expected to see.
However, he wasn’t complaining.
In fact, Shikamaru observed for a while, reveling in your frustrated groans mixed with moans. He noticed your hips jolting upward, begging for more, but you had nothing left to give. He started to feel a little bad for you, only a little though. After assessing the situation fully, and deciding the best next course of action, he crept towards his side of the bed. Your eyes were twisted shut, deep concentration on your face.
How cute.
He grabbed the hand between your legs, your eyelids shot open, focus immediately landing on him. What registered on your face first, startle or relief, he wasn’t sure. However, the startledness seemed to falter initially and upon seeing him, those watery eyes turning to typhoons, tears streaming down your face in waves.
“Shika, please…” You whined, unable to feel any shame in being caught, too frustrated by the absence of action. He smiled sweetly, looking down at you, his free hand coming up to push your tousled hair from your face. “P-Please.” You stuttered out again.
“Do I not satisfy you?”
His response made your heart falter, the thumping in your ears dissipated. Everything went silent. “W-Wha–” You couldn’t even comprehend his words properly. “N-No!” You quickly exclaimed. “No, huh?” He jabbed back quickly. “N-No, that’s not what I–Yes, I-I mean–” He waved you off, loosening the grip on your hand.
You watched in horror as he started towards the door, trying to leave, your breathing became uneven again. Panic. “Where–Where are you going?” You asked, sitting up from your position on the bed. He scoffed, glancing at you over his shoulder, “You were doing such a great job yourself, you don’t need me.” He said, his ‘reassuring’ tone dripped with sarcasm, beginning his trek once again.
Any dignity you had left, flung itself from your body, “Shikamaru, please!” He stopped, mid-step, hand resting on the doorframe. He didn’t even try to conceal the chuckle bubbling up from inside him, but he didn’t speak immediately, pondering your request for a moment too long, causing you to let out another frustrated whimper.
“Okay…” He affirmed, turning on his heels to face you again. The fake-sweetness in voice doesn’t scare you, instead, it makes something shuffle deep inside you. He stalked towards you, closing the gap, slowly. Once he was close enough, he snatched your cheeks, hard, pushing them together, and pulling you within inches of his own face.
“You just have to listen to everything I say, deal?”
You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like you were making a deal with the devil.
But regardless, you nodded in agreement.
“Words.” He ordered, the tone shift making you nearly jump. “Deal.” You muttered from your pursed lips. “Good girl.” He purred. The term of endearment, makes you clench around nothing. He stared at you for a moment, before releasing his grip on your face.
You barely have time to notice the throbbing in your cheeks, before Shikamaru speaks again, “Lay back.” You descend slowly, until your back makes contact with the soft duvet. Your eyes don’t leave him. However, his eyes are looking anywhere but your face.
They’re tracing every line, every curve. Admiring the way your shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, hardened peaks on full display for him. How the material pushed up just far enough to show the soft edges of your stomach. It’s a similar fondness with your thighs, plush and mailable.
But, he really ached to see what was between your closed legs. It didn’t take long for him to notice how they shook with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Your knees wobbled, knocking together, as you attempted to hide what was on full display only minutes ago. Shikamaru clicked his teeth, “Aw, what’s wrong, sweetheart? Do I make you nervous?” He asked, rounding the edge of the bed.
Before you can answer the rhetorical question, his fingers wrap around your calves, forcing your lower limbs open, displaying your pulsating cunt. Your hands rushed to cover your face, that wave of embarrassment seemed to finally be hitting you. He could see through your arousal soaked panties, admiring your swollen and needy lips.
He tutted, “No hiding that cute face of yours, ‘wanna see every part of you.” You looked at him through your fingers as he cocked an eyebrow at you, reminding you of the deal you had made only moments ago. Reluctantly, you remove your hands, laying them at your sides. He hums in approval, using his grip to pull you towards the edge of the bed, you squeal at the sudden yank. He descends towards the floor, resting his weight on his knees.
To see Shikamaru kneeling between your legs, it always made your insides twist in the best way.
He started with a cascade of kisses against the soft skin of your thighs. He snickered at your small coos, but said nothing. Then, he bit down on the doughiest part of your leg, strong enough to leave a mark but not enough to hurt. He does that a few more times along your entire leg, slowly inching closer and closer to the summit of your thighs.
When he reached the pinnacle of your sex, he started by kissing through the drenched material, admiring his most prized possession. Running his nose down the ridge of your cunt, it makes your entire body tense, fisting the sheets in the process. He’s taking his time, practically making out with your underwear, his spit mixing with your wetness. Between his warm breath and accidental bump of your clit with his tongue, he was driving you crazy.
You knew he was being calculated with it, every movement had its purpose. He was so skilled with everything he does, and this is no different. You could feel your thighs trembling on his shoulders, his fingertips digging deep into the underside of your thighs. “P–ngh–lease.” You whined again, bucking your hips upwards.
This earned you an unamused glance from Shikamaru, who simply slung one of his arms across your hips, so you wouldn't, couldn't, do that again. Licking another stripe up your cunt, he finally pulled your saturated undergarments to the side. The flood of cool air against your sex made you cry out, lacing your fingers through his long hair.
He introduced his nimble fingers that work their way into your entrance, and you welcome them with little resistance. A loud squelching noise filled the room again, and you don’t have any mental fortitude to care. He watched in awe the way they disappear into your cunt, before retracting them and pushing them in once again. His pace quickens, and deep within your gut, you feel something ignite.
That’s when you feel the familiar warmth of his breath seeping into your cunt as his mouth neared. After a cascade of kisses across your slit, his tongue began circling your needly clit. The rotations are unyielding and quick, and with the addition of long fingers still fucking into you, knuckles deep, you’re practically gone.
You're nodding your head like a maniac, because you can’t form words, but Shikamaru understood. He hummed something to himself you didn’t catch against your sex. His tongue moved with precision, before quickly sealing his lips around your nub, and sucking frivolously.
You attempt to buck up against his mouth again, but with the pressure of his arm, to no avail. So, you use your grip on his scalp, pulling him impossibly closer to your cunt. You know you look absolutely wrecked. Head thrown back in bliss, hair disheveled, limbs shaking, chest ricocheting up and down frantically. But Shikamaru thought you looked angelic, his eyes full of nothing but admiration.
You can feel the skin on your face start to heat up, slowly beginning its journey down your entire body. That buildup, deep inside your gut, that you chased earlier had begun to show its face. Your thighs tensed as you could feel your climax approaching, fast. “S–Shika, I—“
“Cum on my face.” He wasn’t asking, he instructed you. Your cunt throbbed at his movements, clenching tight around his fingers. Heat seemed to start pooling in your lower back, a coil spun in your gut. Slowly getting tighter, and tighter.
Until it snapped.
Your hips stuttered against his face as you came, arousal seeping past his fingers and onto his chin. But his ministrations don’t stop, in fact, they increase ten-fold. You were so overstimulated that you could only gasp, trying to run from his mouth. But that damned arm across your hips kept you in place more than you had anticipated. When he finally pulled away, he spoke.
"You can give me another one, can't you?”
an: i am still working on my university au project, it's just taking a lot longer than i intended. so i hope this will hold you guys over until then, thank you for being understanding. also, sorry this is pretty short and to the point. not proofread!!!
also, apparently it’s shikamaru’s birthday today as well, so happy birthday to that FINE MF 🤭
divider cred: @cursed-carmine <3
