WARNING: NSFW CONTENT, SMUT, RATED SPG, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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Part 2

Released from his shadow possession she immediately faced him as he locked the door behind them. Her eyes giving him a pointed look as if saying 'release this binding or else–' to which her husband puts his hands inside his pocket.

"I will if you won't yell again, it's late-night and people are sleeping." Temari cocked her head to the side, scowling at him as she gripped his collar to threaten him.

What she did must be what he had intended for her to do as he smirked and snaked his arm around her waist, cutting her off-guard. Her eyes widened, and cheeks flushed, still unable to speak.

"Now that's a quiet troublesome woman." He says, his onyx orbs looking down at her teal blue eyes.

Shikamaru then kissed her cheeks, a feathery light one and on her nose, another on her forehead, making her calm down a bit before his left hand cupped her right cheek and smiled at her.

"Happy Birthday, Tem." His soft and low tone made her unclasped her hands from his collar and rest them on his chest, "Are you calm now?" he asked, and she answered with a nod, her previous reason for getting mad now forgotten, free of his shadow binding.

"Thank you, Honey." She smiled, blushing. "You and Shikadai made my day complete." She says, feeling Shikamaru's hands tighten his hold on her waist.

He rests his forehead with hers and sighed, "I am glad you liked our little surprise."

"Who wouldn't? I had thought you both forgot about my birthday because I did." Temari answered in a chuckle. "You both fill me with happiness." She said, rubbing his cheek with her right hand.

She heard him scoff, "You know what's gonna fill you now?" Temari quickly pulled her head from him and stared at him in shock. "Me." She felt her dark gray sash fell on the floor the second the word left his lips, her purple kimono loosened and fell next to it and in a swift move, Shikamaru picked her up and threw her on the bed.

"Hey!" she protested. He takes off his white polo and threw it on the floor, crawling his way on top of her. "Sh-Shikamaru." She huffed as he looked down on her and kissed her full on the lips.

He kissed her with passion, slow at first, testing the waters if she will push him away and lash out. But who is she to refuse his kisses? Who is she to push him away when she missed him? All those nights he spent in his office to work overtime, all those days he came home at two in the morning and left the house at six-thirty makes her even more frustrated, thus, pulling him by his nape down to her to deepen the kiss, which gradually became heated, their tongues fought for dominance, pouring all of her frustrations to him, her kiss telling him everything that she missed. He, his presence, his annoying yawning every time she starts nagging, his touch, his kisses, his hug, him, and his overall personality, she missed everything about him.

Her hands roamed his body, feeling his broad shoulders, strong arms, firm chest, and toned abs, loving the way they burned under her touch. His kiss moved from her lips to her jaw, leaving wet kisses on her skin, down her neck, nipping and sucking at the part where her pulse is, leaving a mark.

"You have the day-off tomorrow by the way." He informed, before resuming on his piece of work, leaving marks at the base of her neck, licking his way down her chest, cupping her firm mounds before giving them a tight squeeze which made her gasp in excitement.

Her hand carefully tugged on his hair, freeing them from being tied, his raven locks fell on her, tickling her as his face worked on her chest. His mouth found its way on her right bud, sucking at it like a baby deprived of his milk.

He chuckled; she bit her lip upon realizing that she thought out loud. "If anything, it is you who is deprived of milk and I, deprived of cream." He says, looking at her with eyes full of want.

She grunted and slapped his arms. "I didn't mean to say it out loud."

Shikamaru chuckled sexily, now sucking on her other bud, his hand followed the contour of her waist and tugged at the band of her stockings. "I don't know why you keep wearing this damn thing when you don't have a mission, I know it's troublesome to wear stockings and it's even more infuriating to take this off." He mumbled brows knitting together.

"It fun to see you get worked up from an innocent stocking." She whispered lustrously and helped him take off her stockings.

"This thing should be banned during day-off." He says before dipping his head between her legs, his sinful tongue painstakingly licked from the base of her core up her slick folds and sucked on her pearl. The action made her shiver, his hot breath making her toes curl in so much anticipation.

She gulped as she felt her throat dried up from her heavy breathing. She moaned, making him hum in approval, and giving her core a bit of vibration. "Shika…" she moaned his name as her legs started shaking, her hands gripped his hair and pulling his head closer, her legs closing him on her center as his tongue made her cum, cleaning up her cream after a short while.

A smirk played on his lips, wiping the side of his lip off her juices, his hand soothingly rubbed the side of her leg. "Now that's what cream was."

"You…" she blinked, it seemed that her strength left the moment she reached her peak. "… shut up." Temari propelled herself up, her intention was to give him the same pleasure, but he was quick to push and pin her down, moving her right leg to the left, Shikamaru made her lie on her left, kneeling behind her after successfully getting ride of his pants, he curled her right leg on his waist, ending up in a pretzel. She scowled, "I thought you're giving me my share of milk?" she asked teasingly.

His dark eyes zoomed in on her, his finger rubbing her pearl making her close her eyes as his member greeted her entrance. He grunted upon entering her, "Your core is too wet, princess." His left hand gripped her hips as her core stretched to accommodate his length, sucking him in. "And tight and calling for me."

Temari closed her eyes, gripping the sheets as she moaned feeling his hard and throbbing shaft filling her. "I want to pleasure you." Shikamaru started thrusting in and out.

"You are."

"Suck you."

"Hmm. You currently are."

"Fuck you."

He increased his pace, going in deeper. "I prefer to call it making love, Honey." He says and roughly pushed himself to her. She bucked her hips to him, arching her back, shifting herself to him, making him groan.

"It's fucking." She stubbornly moaned against the bedsheet.

"You want me to fuck you hard, Temari?"

"I thought you're making love." She purred.

"You are testing me, woman." He growled.

"Who's testing who?"

Shikamaru hissed, obviously pissed at her provocations, he turned her around, making her face the bedsheet. He roughly pulled her hips, and on her knees, thrusting into her in a swift motion. His hand, no, his binding freed her hair off her pigtails. His right hand found its way to pull on her hair, now she's looking up, her arms were forced on her back his binding cuffing her arms, his left hand on her hips, guiding his every thrust. He stood on his knees, looking rather glorious and dominant, staring at her lustfully, strained, and unable to move.

"Yes." She purred with a smirk on her lips. She liked being dominant, nagging, yelling and scolding him but she is his woman. She doesn't admit it, never admitted it but she loved it when he shows his dominance over her, she loved it he makes her shut up, she loved it when he puts her in her place in the bedroom.

He fucked her hard. Spanking her ass, a slick clapping sounds their bodies made filled their room, her moans making him aggressively pound on her more, his muffled grunts encouraging her to throw her hips on him.

"H-honey…" she moaned in pleasure, nearing her peak for the second time.

"My name."

"Shika…" he growls, spanking her.

"S-Shikamaru…" she purred, her tone begging for release. She needs him to do it faster but no, he was spanking her, keeping a steady, rough pace.

"Full name woman." He gritted his teeth, feeling his own peak.

"Shikamaru… Nara." She managed to huff.

Shikamaru let go of her hair, but his hand replaced his binding on her arms, still pounding on her. "What is it?" He asked.

"Please…" she begged again.

Her tone made him weak and did what he needed to do. He let go of her arms, letting her head rest on the bed, his both hands gripped her hips, and pounded on her, faster, rougher, and deeper. Feeling her tighten around him as she moaned reaching her peak. He followed soon after, busting his seeds in her, filling her womb, giving one last thrust before her laid on top of her back, still connected. Huffing at the crook of her neck before placing small kisses on her shoulders.

Temari giggled. "You fucked me." She says, peeking at him through her shoulders and disheveled hair.

"You made me." He answered, sighing. "Troublesome woman."

"Was that your gift?" she asked.

"Perhaps. A Birthday sex." He answered, rolling to her side and laid on his back.

They fell silent for a few minutes with her tracing lines on his chest, his arm circled her waist, rubbing.

"Are you asleep?" she asked again.

"No."

Temari then sat up, his eyes questioning her. She just smiled sweetly and straddled his hips, her hand reaching at her back to stroke him, smirking at the feel of his member already hard.

"I see you're still wide awake." She teased, already thinking of making love to him, all night long.