Kinktober - Day 23
[Shikamaru (Naruto) + Chastity]
Summary: Shikamaru, despite your best efforts, had never been able to cum without some stimulation on his cock. Well, you wanted to see what it would take for Shikamaru to cum on your cock alone. Operation cock cage and edging and grumpiness, oh my!! You were still working on the name... Dom!Alpha!GN!Reader
Warnings: Some swearing, reader is a pervert and Shika’s had enough (he’s secretly really into it though, even if he gets grumpy and snappy lol)
Shikamaru was the type of person who struggled to turn down a challenge once you got him interested enough (or perhaps if you had some good blackmail.) As his mate, you knew him better than anyone else, so of course, you had easily managed to convince him to take part in a little experimental challenge that you’d been wanting to try for, like, ages.
You see, for the many years that you and Shikamaru had been together, he had never managed to cum without some sort of stimulation on his cock. It didn’t seem to matter how long you fucked him for, what position he was in, or how long he’d been celibate on a long-term mission… if he didn’t have something on his cock, he wasn’t going to finish.
Was it really so unreasonable that you wanted your omega to cum on just your cock?
Day 1:
“Ta da! This is for you!” you said with a big grin, presenting Shikamaru with the new cock cage you’d bought for your experiment. “It matches your hair colour! I asked the people at the shop especially because I knew it would look striking against your complexion.”
Shikamaru gingerly took the cage, looking like he was regretting every single life choice that led him to this moment.
“Why do you want to do this again?” he sighed, putting the object in question on the coffee table like it had personally offended him.
“Because you aren’t going on any missions in the next week, and I want to see if I can make you cum just from my cock,” you passionately argued your case before mumbling under your breath, “All the omegas in the porn books can do it…”
Shikamaru rolled his eyes and leant his head against the couch.
“We’ve discussed this a million times before, real life isn’t like porn, stop fixating on it.”
“Shikaaa, I really want to try it and you said you would… please?” you turned the puppy dog eyes up to 100. Shikamaru blinked at you before huffing and turning away with an obvious blush on his face.
“Ugh, fine, but if you lose that key, I’m shoving a bottle of shampoo up your arse so that we both have to go for a humiliating trip to the hospital together.”
You turned a little green at that thought and nodded fiercely.
“I’ll keep it on a string around my neck, I promise!”
Silence fell over your living room.
“Can I be the one to put it on you?” you asked, trying and failing to hide your lecherous grin.
“No.”
“But, Shikaaa!”
Day 2:
Last night, Shikamaru had put on the cage after his shower, but thus far, he’d still refused to let you see it on him. He claimed to be tired and went to sleep straight after the shower. Normally, you would have accepted that reason at face value, but yesterday, Shikamaru went out of his way to bring his pyjamas with him into the bathroom and got changed before coming out, something he never did. He was teasing you and you knew it! Thankfully though, it was time to start your plan, which definitely meant you’d get to see how the cage looked today!
“Shika! Welcome home!” you ran out to greet your husband the second he came in the door. “How was your day?”
Shikamaru rolled his eyes, knowing full well what sort of details you were asking about. “Why is it today that you’re so eager to greet me from work?”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“Fine… The cage was fucking annoying and sitting down to pee was troublesome,” Shikamaru grumbled, walking past you and flopping down on the sofa.
“Can I see?” you knelt down in front of him, hands already poised to rip Shikamaru out of his trousers.
“You didn’t listen to me at all, did you?” he asked, rolling his eyes. “Fine, whatever… Wha- slow down! Sheesh.”
You had yanked his trousers and underwear down so fast you’d almost pulled him off of the sofa.
“Woah,” you whispered, running a finger around the edge of the cage. It was warm from pressing against Shikamaru’s skin all day, and with a self-satisfied smirk you realised you were right; the dark colour looked fantastic against his skin. Just seeing his cock all small and caged, knowing that you had the key to his freedom wrapped around your neck, sent a raging inferno through your stomach. Shika was right, life isn’t like porn. It’s so much better.
“Will you let me show you how pretty I think it is?” you demurred, laying your head on his lap and staring heatedly at his caged cock.
“Fine, as long as I don’t have to do anything, I had to deal with the council all day and I’m exhausted.”
“Legs up, then, I’ll show you how appreciative I am of you helping with my experiment,” you said, pulling Shika’s hips to the edge of the sofa as he lifted his feet up. Oh, this was your favourite angle, for sure. Open legs, twitching hole, soft cock locked in a cage… Stunning.
“Can I take a pic-“
“No.”
Oh well, it was a long shot anyway. As long as you get a taste.
You licked a long strip from top to bottom before diving in with a desperate hunger. Shikamaru gasped, head falling back against the edge of the sofa once more.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Right there.”
You worked your tongue as fast as you could in and around his rim, trying to coax out as much of his sweet slick as you could.
It was perfect. Until it wasn’t.
It only took five minutes until Shikamaru started to grumble and shift.
“What’s wrong, love?” you asked, obscenely licking you lips as you withdrew from his legs.
“The cage is too tight,” he said shortly. “It’s pissing me off.”
You laughed and flicked the cage, only laughing harder when he glared at you.
“You just need to figure out how to cum from back here,” you circled his rim with your fingers. “You’re a genius, I’m sure you can figure it out. In fact, let me give you a bit more motivation.”
You pulled out a timer and set it for fifteen minutes.
“You have fifteen minutes until it’s time for me to start cooking dinner…” you smirked at his flushed face as you lowered yourself back down between his legs. “Good luck.”
Safe to say, Shikamaru didn’t manage to cum in those fifteen minutes. He was forced to go to bed grumpy and unsatisfied.
Oh well, it’s not like you expected the experiment to work this quickly anyway.
Day 5:
By day five, Shikamaru was in a horrid mood.
All his friends and colleagues had been avoiding him as much as possible over the last two days. Chouji even approached him and asked if everything was okay, offering help and support if it was needed. You had cackled when you both got home, asking Shikamaru if he was going to share his problem with his best friend. Shikamaru did not find it so amusing though and refused to let you touch him for two days, an unfortunate hiccup in your experiment.
But today you were back on track, relaxing in Shikamaru’s office while he worked on some paperwork and also worked on keeping your cock warm. Shikamaru rarely had enough patience to cock warm unless he was already tired and sated, but you knew it would be a good method to keep him riled up and on edge.
Shikamaru huffed and adjusted his hips for the third time in three minutes, interrupting your thoughts briefly.
Yes, he definitely wasn’t tired or sated at the present moment. In fact, you’d never seen him so squirmy and unable to sit still and relax. He was reaching the end of his tether and you welcomed that. You didn’t have long left to get him to cum with only your cock, so the more you could edge him, the better
Unfortunately, the sexual suppression had a side effect.
You yawned and accidentally moved one of your arms too close to your mate, knocking Shikamaru while he was signing one of the papers and ruining the signature.
“Watch it,” he growled, elbowing you back to your original position while he grumbled and tried to fix the mistake. “If you can’t sit still, then leave. I have to get this done.”
He was in an even fouler mood than yesterday.
“You’re so grumpy today,” you teased, ignoring the danger signs and warning scent. “I bet a good orgasm would get you to loosen up.”
You words only made his growls louder.
“Here,” you stood up, bringing Shikamaru with you and bent him over the desk. You immediately slipped three fingers into his open and wet hole. “You can have twenty-five minutes this time, let’s see if some good old-fashioned fingering can get you to cum with the cage on.”
You ended up having to stop at twenty minutes when Shikamaru became too soaked for you to keep up your fingering without slipping out. But despite the rivers of slick his pent-up body seemed adamant on producing, he still didn’t cum.
It was another night going to sleep unsatisfied.
Day 7:
This was it. The final day of your experiment. You’d been teasing and riling Shikamaru up as much as you could over the last week, but tomorrow afternoon he was leaving for a mission, so you had only one more shot of making him cum with the cage on before you’d have to take it off and deem this whole thing a failure.
On the plus side, Shikamaru, for as long as you’d known him, had never been this sexually frustrated. Every night he’d been having wet dreams, he was having to use ice packs at work to keep his cock from straining against the cage and distracting him, and he was so snappy, most people had backed off for the time being so they didn’t get their heads bitten off. So, if any night was going to be the successful one, it would be this one.
The second he got home from work, you pulled him into the bedroom.
“This was one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had and I’m never agreeing to your weird sex experiments again,” Shikamaru grumbled, and you stripped him and laid him face down on his knees on your bed.
“Stop being so grumpy,” you gave his caged cock a little flick to admonish him. “You should be happy. Whatever happens tonight, you’ll get to cum one way or another.”
You figured he’s suffered through enough foreplay for the whole year, so you climbed up behind him and immediately pushed your cock all the way in, powering through any and all resistance, not that his body was trying to resist much.
Shikamaru pushed back enthusiastically, and from what you could see of his face, he looked like he was determined to cum tonight. It was the same face he made when he was facing a difficult shogi or sparring opponent. He wanted to win. He’d had enough. And you weren’t going to be the one standing in his way.
Shikamaru started choking on moans and scrambling for something to hold onto while you rammed in and out of him as hard and as fast as you possibly could. The cage was flopping back and forth, jingling a little as the padlock hit against the metal bars, but you were still sad that your suggestion of clipping little bells on the side for a louder jingle had been rudely dismissed with the threat of divorce.
Shikamaru’s thighs were covered in his own slick, and it was becoming hard to stay inside him whilst you were moving so fast, but you were determined not to screw this up. You couldn’t help but reach down and pull Shikamaru’s hair loose from his ponytail. You wanted to see him in his completely natural state.
“Come one, Shika, I know you can do it,” you growled, tightening the already bruising grip that you had on his hips. “Cum for me, I believe in you.”
“I can’t,” he ground out. “Don’t you t-think I’m t-trying?!”
“Yes, you can,” you disagreed. “Just, focus on the build-up, imagine it getting bigger and bigger, feel every inch of me inside you. Think about how good it’s going to feel, and cum. For. Me.”
And he did.
All of a sudden, Shikamaru gripped you like a vice and slick squirted out from around your cock like a fountain. His arms collapsed and sent him falling face first onto the bed covers, every inch of him shuddering and twitching, toes and fingers curling.
From his soft cock, cum dribbled out, most of it getting caught on the bars of the cage, but a couple of drops fell on the sheets. The moan that you had ripped out of him sent you diving off the cliff into your own orgasm.
Fuck, that was hot. That image of Shikamaru was going to sit in the front of your mind of the rest of your life.
Mission success! And your conclusion: real life was so much better than porn.
