A/N- I'm so sorry I was late! I had some family stuff to deal with but the chapters only a couple days late so hopefully you'll forgive me. I guess T/W for the upcoming lemons, nothing too bad hopefully so yeah, enjoy!
Time: 2 days later
"So…what do you think?" Shikamaru asked as he stepped out of the walk-in closet. He walked to the centre of his new room. The spacious bedroom he was given by Naruto and Sasuke was definitely annoying to get to, after strolling through the long hallways of the labyrinthine system of their hideout, every door matching the hallways as they all looked the exact same, aside from a couple different scratches to signify whose room it'd be.
When they pulled up to a plain and heavy looking door, Sasuke drew his Kusanagi blade and in a couple fluid motions he had etched angled letters on the wooden boards. Shikamaru's eyes dimmed as he saw the word that was now permanently scarred on to the oak. Shika.
When he asked Sasuke why he didn't just complete his name, he got a carefree shrug and an annoying snicker from Naruto behind him as Sasuke just told him that it was too long and tedious to write. He felt himself scowl at the both of them as he barged his way into the bedroom, surprised at just how huge it was, similar to the giant bed in the middle of the room.
Off to the side was a desk set against the wall, with a round mirror resting against the stone, a few metres to the side of that was a door which led to his bathroom, Shikamaru imagined that the size of that room would be relative to the vast one he stood in now. On the wall opposite on Shikamaru's left, was the other door in the room, which he was told would lead into his closet.
"You don't look half bad" Shikamaru was snapped out of his memories from the day before by a girl's voice. He turned towards Temari, seeing an impressed look in her eyes as they combed over Shikamaru from top to bottom. He stood there watching her as she took in every single detail of the man in front of her, his hair tied up in his usual ponytail, his sharp features reflecting his wit. His ears glinted as the metal from his shiny piercings caught the light, similar piercings to Ino which Temari never really noticed until now as she began to feel herself getting pissed off for some unexplained reason.
She carried onwards, taking in the crimson clouds outlined by pure white as they were surrounded by the dark fabric of his Akatsuki robe. The cloak hung pretty loose around his toned figure, the sleeves billowing in the draughtiness of the room, hiding his mesh shirt underneath after he ditched his chunin vest, saying it would be too bulky to wear underneath the robe. Around the top of his left bicep, he had tied his Hidden Leaf headband around, after he put the signature cut of the Akatsuki across the Village's symbol to signify his disassociation from Konoha itself. Now he was a rogue ninja, one that Temari would assume would be classed as an S-rank rogue shinobi for elimination in each bingo book handed out to every ninja village's shinobi, from the Five Great Nations as well as the smaller ones like the Hidden Rain and the Hidden Waterfall.
Temari would have been really surprised if they didn't have Shikamaru down as an S-rank, she knew that he wasn't as strong as Naruto and Sasuke in terms of fighting power, but in terms of tactical knowledge and strategic wisdom, there was no one in the Five Great Nations that could stand against Shikamaru, aside from Kakashi Hatake maybe. Temari felt her face drop a little as she came to the conclusion that she was probably the weakest out of the five members of this new group of Akatsuki, but she immediately psyched herself out of those depressing thoughts, telling herself that she would just have to make sure she worked to become stronger, like she always had done.
As he walked away, heading back to the full-size mirror in the closet, Temari watched his strut, his steel tipped boots reverberating around the walls. When she'd finally gotten back to what she was doing before he questioned her about his appearance, he walked back out fidgeting with the buttons and the collar.
"Now that I've got the robe…all I need now is to paint my nails and I'll fit right in…" his attempt at a joke faded as his eyes met Temari's as she sat on his bed, her brush stopped midway through its stroke over her nail. He stood there awkwardly as she stared back at him with a hopeful look in her eyes, pleading him.
"Fine!" Shikamaru gave into her puppy dog eyes as he walked over to sit next to her on the edge of his mattress. "Damn! What a dra—" his irritated thoughts were cut short when Temari turned to face him, her teal eyes lit up, shining like diamonds, her smile wide and her twin bunches of dirty blonde hair gave her an angelic look in her expression of joy. She fiddled around for a few seconds, humming to herself, before she picked out a colour.
"Hold your hand out" she commanded to which he reluctantly stuck his arm out towards her. She grabbed his wrist to steady his hand as she went to work on his fingernails, alternating colours with her brush. As she painted, Temari hummed a tune that Shikamaru was unfamiliar with, however he did notice it sounded a lot like a lullaby, making the girl from the Sand Village seem so at peace.
"I'm surprised" Shikamaru interrupted her melody as she looked up at him.
"What do you mean?" the kunoichi raised an eyebrow at him.
"I don't know" the shinobi scratched the back of his head trying the best way to explain himself, "I just never would have guessed that you would've been into something this…girly" he said cautiously as her eyes bored into his, making him squirm under her gaze.
She watched his eyes dart around nervously, as he hoped he hadn't said something to piss her off, until she broke the awkward silence between them with her honest laugh, her eyes tearing up.
"Seriously? It's only a bit of paint!" she carried on laughing at his terrified expression.
"Oh! Um…I guess you're right" Shikamaru nervously laughed as he felt his cheeks tinge a slight shade of red in his embarrassment.
"It's only a bit of paint Shikamaru!" her laughing stopped when she met his eyes again, remembering her childhood, "Well the truth is…" she grabbed his other hand after she finished painting all five nails on his right, "I've never really had a chance to do all this girly stuff, having to watch out for brothers after my mom died and my father was always busy as Kazekage so I ended up having to take care of Gaara and Kankuro all these years" her face slightly dropped at her depressing thoughts.
"Temari" Shikamaru wanted nothing more than to cheer her up, but unfortunately that was a skill he seemingly lacked compared to Naruto and the others, "You're so strong… a lot stronger than me" he admitted to himself, seeing her turn back to him as her brush stopped midway through its soft stroke.
She looked back down at his hand, continuing from where she left off, now with a small, reassured smile on her face after she heard his words.
They fell back into the constant awkward silence that seemed to follow them constantly, both of them were sitting there uncomfortably, pushing their brains to their limits as they tried to find a normal topic to talk about, something which always seemed to be a tall order for the two of them.
"Done!" Temari broke the silence first as she put away her brush and her nail polish on the nightstand beside the bed. Shikamaru looked down to inspect his newly painted nails, impressed by Temari's handiwork, an alternating sequence of two distinct colours, a pure midnight black covered the nails that weren't painted in the dull olive green that the artist herself picked out for him.
She held up her own palms up to his, revealing her nails, painted in a similar pattern to Shikamaru's except she swapped the black for an enticing scarlet red and the green for a calming lilac purple.
When they both realised that they had just been holding hands for a few too many seconds, they both recoiled away from each other drawing their palms to their sides.
"So…what now?" Shikamaru asked aloud, more to himself than to Temari, his mind still clouded with doubt over the decision he made a couple days before.
"Are you doubting yourself Shikamaru?"
"I don't know…I guess so" the Nara shifted uncomfortably; this feeling of unknowingness was an unfamiliar one to Shikamaru, so he reverted to one of his worst habits that he knew gave him some sort of comfort. Popping a cigarette into his mouth, he reached into his back pocket to find his lighter. He sparked the flame alight as he held it up towards the end of his cigarette and took a puff of the strong tobacco.
"Ow!" Shikamaru dropped his cigarette out of his mouth after he was elbowed in his ribs by a pissed off looking Temari, "What was that for?"
"You shouldn't smoke!"
"What are you, my mom? Damn! What a dra—" He stopped his signature saying once he saw Temari's death stare. She began to grin at his surrendering gesture, knowing how scared of her this smartass really was.
"I get it, this situation we're in is stressful for you and when something is stressful for you, you smoke to relieve that stress, but…" Temari now began to shift uncomfortably, "you don't have to rely on those things anymore, be-because…" her cheeks turned a fierce shade of crimson, "I-I'm here with y-you now" she did her best to look directly into his eyes, putting on her bravest face.
Shikamaru sat there stunned, his jaw wide open as he looked back on Temari's expression, a mixture of fear and embarrassment, wondering how the Temari of the Hidden Sand Village, elder sister of the Kazekage himself, could make such an innocent expression. Shikamaru tried his best regain his composure for the poor girl's sake, taking a deep breath and smiling back at her, trying to reassure her.
"Thank you Temari" he rested his hand on her shoulder, "Seriously it means a lot that you came to help me" he watched as her face returned to its usual smug look, even though her cheeks were still slightly pinkish.
"Well…you were right" she admitted with gritted teeth, "The Hidden Leaf Village, along with the other Ninja Villages of the Five Great Nations have no chance against the power of Naruto and Sasuke, the majority of their shinobi could barely take on Hinata, so if us sacrificing ourselves to find ways to reduce the casualties in their wake is what you say is the right thing to do, then I trust you" she gave him a firm look to show her confidence in him, "But that doesn't mean it hurts any less, I still can't believe that the next time I'll see my brothers will be as enemies" her face dropped at the thought.
"They'll understand and besides…" Shikamaru psyched himself up for what he was about to do, "you have me by your side now, in fact…" he felt his heart begin to pound against his chest, "you'll always have me, because without you, I'm hopeless" the weight of his statement hung heavily in the air between the two shinobi.
"Nah you'd be alright without me…" Temari took her leap of faith and swung her leg over Shikamaru's lap as she straddled his waist, squeezing his thighs together with her own, "well maybe" Shikamaru's face was completely stunned as he looked up at the blonde in lap thinking he must be dreaming.
"Maybe? What do you me—"his clueless question was interrupted as Temari pressed her lips against his in a nervously awkward, chaste kiss which only lasted a few seconds but still managed to shut Shikamaru up.
When they broke, both their faces matched the other as they were dangerously red, feeling all the blood pulse through their bodies, filling their cheeks. Their glistening eyes widened in expectation and a little caution as to what the other would do next.
Their staring contest was ended early, however, by Shikamaru as he took the initiative, for once, grabbing her by the back of her head with his right hand whilst he wrapped his left arm around her waist and with nothing but passion, pulling her in to meet her soft lips with his own rougher ones. The two of them were clearly both completely inexperienced, as their lips ended up smacking against each other passionately, pressing their mouths together until their noses squished up against the other's cheek in an odd competition of who could kiss the other's lips harder.
Eventually, Shikamaru began to feel more comfortable, thinking of all the ways he could improve the kiss they were sharing, his scheming mind a wonderful tool to have at times like this. Deciding on a move that he was sure Temari would be surprised with, Shikamaru waited for the right moment, the millisecond after their lips bounced of each other creating the loud smack! sound they had been making for the last minute or so, and once their lips were separated from each other, Shikamaru bit down, trapping Temari's bottom lip in between his teeth.
Her eyes shot open, widening as they met Shikamaru's as he watched her reactions whilst he chewed and nibbled on her lower lip. He smirked as he dragged her lips towards him, pulling his head back, tasting the metallic taste of blood as his teeth sunk into her soft tissue, drawing a couple small drops. He felt her nails dig into his shoulders, Temari tried to stifle the painful pleasure as Shikamaru toyed with her, the kunoichi helpless to his teasing. Shikamaru gave in to her teal eyes which glossed over as she begged him to let the flesh he'd dragged an inch towards him with his teeth, he grinned as he saw the tears well up in her eyes, her face taking on a surprisingly cute look once he'd let go, her breathing heavy.
"What…the hell…are you grinning for?" Temari glared at Shikamaru, panting to catch her breath.
"Oh, I just thought you'd be better at kissing" he smirked at her pissed off expression, knowing all the right buttons to push on the hopelessly naïve girl on his lap.
"Wh-What did you just say? You little smartass!" she dove in for another kiss, this time once their lips connected, Temari prodded her tongue against Shikamaru's lips. He smiled into their kiss as he allowed her tongue to pass through into his mouth, letting her try to wrestle with his own tongue in a passionate battle for dominance.
Shikamaru quickly suppressed his massive, mischievous smirk in his mind along with his evil laughter at how he managed to get Temari this worked up already, without much effort. He felt every ounce of Temari's pitiful attempt to capture dominance, so much so that Shikamaru decided to play with her a little, letting his tongue fall limp in his mouth as he gave up on wrestling for superiority.
Temari fell for his trap, as she indulged in the bait he had set, exploring the soft, moist walls inside his mouth, feeling her tongue scrape against his sharp teeth and digging into the insides of his cheeks. Shikamaru leaned back, sinking in the pleasure of having Temari work tirelessly around his lips and tongue, beginning to make his fatal move.
Whilst Temari had her hands around the sides of his head and digging into the skin of his shoulder, Shikamaru snuck his own hands down Temari's clothed body, squeezing her sides, smiling as she squeaked in his mouth. He continued toying with her, as his rough hands slid up her torso, latching around the mounds of flesh so popularly desired. Her eyes shot open and her tongue twitched as Temari felt Shikamaru groped her clothed tits, alternating between digging his fingers into the fabric covered skin, and moving to tweak her erect nubs, listening to her symphony of different whines, moans and whimpers.
Deciding to tease her even further, he slipped his hands back down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before they split directions at her tailbone. Both of his palms positioned themselves over each cheek before he used his fingers to grasp her butt with a firm grip, spreading them whilst he felt the toned muscles of her glutes give his fingers some resistance as he kneaded them together.
He stopped his cruel torture after a few more moments of groping her, feeling her tongue explore his mouth with intense curiosity, until Temari fully gave in to her unknown desire to fulfil her subconscious need for lustful pleasure as she felt her hips buck against Shikamaru's abs. She pulled away from their sloppy kiss, watching as the string of drool that connected the two of them, fell beneath its own weight, each half dropping down their chins.
"What's wrong Temari?" Shikamaru looked up at her with genuine concern in his soft, almond eyes.
"I…" she gasped, doing everything she could to desperately refill her lungs, "don't know, but…" her intense teal eyes glossed over when she met his worried gaze, feeling her chest pound when their eyes locked, "I want m-more" her fingers curled around the collar of his robe, fidgeting with the buttons that held it all together.
Shikamaru understood her intentions completely, but also her feelings of caution yet the bravery she must have been feeling and seeing her face all contorted with all the conflicting emotions of pride and shame, lust and love, Shikamaru couldn't help but see Temari as nothing but angelic. He gave her his best smug smirk as he pressed his lips against her neck, his teeth latching onto the vulnerable, innocent flesh of her throat all whilst his fingers went to work, meticulously undoing each and every button down the middle of the Akatsuki cloak.
Temari opted for her usual blunt approach, lacking any sort of tact by just pulling apart Shikamaru's robe in a carnal act of pure desperation. She bucked her hips to the rhythm in her lust addled mind, against Shikamaru's violently growing bump in his crotch, his length threatening to break free through the fabric of his pants.
Now with their robes loose, they were able to just shrug them off, allowing them to move onto their tops. Shikamaru slipped his fingers under the hem of Temari's lavender blouse, mirroring her actions on his ebony shirt, copying each other as they lifted their tops until they managed to hoist them over their heads in synchronicity.
They took a moment to let their eyes roam over each other's bare torsos, Temari's eyes delighted as she looked over Shikamaru's toned chest, his well-defined abs which were slightly uneven with the right set of muscle sitting a little higher than the left side of his six-pack. The kunoichi smirked, thinking how his abs reflected his lazy personality, contrary to his arms which showed the intense training he had been putting in over the last two years on top of all the work the Hidden Leaf Village's higher ups had stuck on him unfairly. His veins prominently ran along his muscled limbs, pulsing with excited blood, testing Temari's pride of independence by unlocking her hidden desires of having them wrapped around her.
Temari's body on the other hand, was almost complete open to Shikamaru's view, allowing him to see her toned abdomen framed by her equally defined arms. The only problem that Shikamaru could see, was the area of Temari's chest that was fully covered by the white cloth of bandages. He ran his fingers along the fabric, feeling how tight the cloth was stretched, piquing Shikamaru's interest.
"What's this?" he looked up at the girl above him, as her face began to redden further.
"It's called a binding you bastard!" Temari's embarrassed expression told him that he shouldn't say anything more to risk pissing her off. When Temari saw his face drop from guilt, she couldn't help but feel bad at disrupting the mood, for something as stupid as her shame of having a few bandages wrapped around her boobs.
"I've been wrapping my breasts for the last few years or so" Temari took a deep breath, preparing to explain, "I just hated having everyone stare at me like a freak…" she gritted her teeth as she got angrier, more so at the memories that flashed through her mind then at the boy in front of her, "all I wanted was to be able to get on with my work without all those disgusting perverts ogling me all day" she went off into a small rant, not realising Shikamaru's fingers creeping behind her back.
When she figured out what was going on, it was already too late as Shikamaru ripped through the straps of bandages, throwing them off to his sides. Shikamaru's pupils dilated, and his mouth began to salivate at the mounds of heavenly flesh swinging enticingly in front of him.
"What do you think you're doi—" Temari tried to bring her hands up to cover her pendulous tits, only for Shikamaru to stop her by wrapping his hands around her slim waist and drawing her tight to his body.
"You really think these make you a freak?" he asked rhetorically, letting her stutter trying to answer a question she had no hope of answering, "Because from where I'm sitting…" he grinned as he stared at her tits mashed against his chest before he loosened grip on her waist, letting her lean back a little to create some space between them, "you're an angel" he latched onto her erect nub that stood proudly, showing off her aroused state, sinking his teeth into to the darkened skin of her wide areola.
"Wait…please!" Temari moaned out, trying to cover her mouth with her palm, like she was trying to cover a moan that she'd already let out.
"Shut up! Troublesome bitch!" he mumbled as he sucked the flesh he had captured in his teeth, whilst shamelessly groping her other breast, pinching her nipple and jiggling the heavenly pillow in his palm, getting a feel for the weight of her large bust. He teased her for what she felt were hours on end of the most pleasurable torture, forcing her to dig her nails into his shoulder whilst she pressed her lips to his sharp jaw, biting down and bruising his pale skin.
Temari's mind was in complete disarray as she tried to wrap her head around the position she was currently in, sat on Shikamaru's lap, bucking her wide hips against his bare abs, her nails clawing at the skin of his back and shoulders, feeling the crimson splash on her scarlet and lilac colours, doing her best to stifle her voice, hoping to stop herself from screaming this lazy bastard's name so loud that it would echo around the halls, revealing the humiliating pleasure she was succumbing to as Shikamaru played with her bountiful chest as if he owned it.
In a final act of desperation to regain some semblance of control over her own body, Temari pressed herself forwards, toppling over Shikamaru, pinning him down to the covers of the bed with her hands pressed against his shoulders, trapping him beneath her. Shikamaru lay there breathless on top of him, his arms only able to squeeze her slim, toned waist as he stared up at the beautiful girl above him as well as her breasts swinging freely.
"Temari?"
"Please don't say anything!" she felt her panties moistening under her skirt as her clothed sex rubbed against a heavy, rigid patch of fabric, "I don't think…I can stop myself…anymore" she licked her lips as her fingers curled around the hem of his pants. Shikamaru felt his pants roughly pulled down his legs, Temari shimmied down his body until she had pulled them off his legs over his boots, which she quickly untied and slipped off, leaving him only in his underwear.
He sat up, leaning back on his hands as he gauged her reaction to seeing his bulge threaten to tear his boxers apart. Safe to say, Shikamaru was not disappointed at seeing Temari, the girl known as the cruellest kunoichi, with her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock as they tried to dart away, looking everywhere but always coming back to his bulge.
"Are you okay, Temari?" Shikamaru got up from the bed and stood over her, as she stood there awkwardly twiddling her thumbs.
"It…It's nothing just…" her red cheeks continued to deepen their shade, "I've never…you know…done this before" she looked down in shame, furthering her embarrassment as they saw the head of the bulge in his underwear stare right back up at her.
"And you think I have?" Shikamaru raised her chin as he gave her his best cocky smirk, "Relax Temari, let's just take this easy" he tried his hardest to reassure her. What he managed to achieve however was only getting the girl to give him an intense stare that probably had the power to kill most men.
"Don't you dare go easy on me! Shikamaru!" Temari clenched her fists defiantly, pounding one against his toned pectoral. She was doing her best to come across as brave to Shikamaru, however failed to stop her arm from trembling. She felt her breathing become steady as she saw Shikamaru's soft eyes assure her along with the firm grip he enclosed around her wrist, both gestures telling her she'll be okay.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" he pulled her in for one more soft kiss, her eyes already glossing over. Shikamaru smoothly slipped down her body, squatting as he went down to untie her boots, helping her step out of them then tracing his fingers up her sleek, defined legs, under her skirt and up to her childbearing hips. Hooking his fingers inside her panties, Shikamaru felt his knuckles brush against the fabric, instantly noticing the dampness of the silky material. He did his best to ignore that fact, but that almost became and impossible task when they stuck to her inner thighs as he tried to slide them down. He had to tug harder than he should have to unstick Temari's panties from her muscled thighs and let them drop past her defined calves and as he rose to meet her at his full height, his movement caused the skirt to blow upwards with his movement, forcing Temari to push it back down to hide her exposed pussy from the man who stood above her.
Shikamaru sat back down, leaning his arms behind him, finally able to take in the stunning view in front of him. Thinking about it, Temari really was the epitome of a foreign beauty in Shikamaru's mind, her tanned skin was golden from all those years under the harsh rays of the sun. Her figure wasn't exactly the ideal one that most women wished they had but it had its own incredible charm, her figure the fantastic hourglass shape that enticed all men's lustful thoughts until they saw her lithe frame and how it was defined by her toned muscles giving her the ultimate amazon look which incited a rare desire in a lot of men and women, one of being dominated by the cruel kunoichi. Her DD-cup tits rose and fell with every breath, perky without a hint of any sag, her brown areolas a shade darker than the rest of her bust with her two nubs pointing, erect from her intense arousal. Her genetically incredible abs were littered with scars, testament to her hard work in training and her experience in the fiercest of battles, which lead down to her slim waist flanked by her wide hips which swung excitedly, her butt, as perky as her tits, as toned as the rest of her body. Even with the skirt obstructing his sight, Shikamaru could imagine Temari's pretty pink pussy moistening her muscly inner thighs, dripping onto the floor below forming a filthy puddle of feminine arousal. Her long legs were perfectly accompanied by the artist like lines of definition all through her thighs and calves which ran alongside prominent webs of veins leading down to cute, feminine feet.
He let Temari return to their previous position with her straddling his lap, her skirt covering their view of his bulge rubbing against her virgin cunt, his boxers beginning to soak through the fabric from the mix of his precum and her juices. They sat there, panting heavily as they stared into each other's eyes, the almond and teal shades conversing as they looked to the other for the unsaid consent they each needed to go on further.
Once they'd prepared themselves for the plunge into their new lives together, Temari shimmied further away form Shikamaru to create space between them, then wrapped her fingers around the hem of his boxers, taking a deep breath before she pulled them down his legs, underneath her body letting Shikamaru kick them off. Even from the foot of distance between them, Temari felt the front of her skirt fly up as if a gust of wind had blown it and taken aback by its force, she pressed herself against Shikamaru, closing the distance between them on his lap.
All she ended up doing however, was widening her eyes in shock as her face contorted in confusion, her abs pressed against a heavy slab of tough meat that radiated pure heat, and her underboobs began to glisten with precum as they were squished against a soft, velvet mound of flesh the size of her fist. Temari gulped before she risked looking down her body to find out what was going on, gasping as her jaw dropped when she laid eyes upon the monster pressed against her.
The lump in the back of her throat grew in size as she tried to take in every detail of the rod of carnal sin, all the veins that pulsed, seemingly in tandem with her own heartbeats. She felt her tongue gloss over her lips, drool spilling down her chin mirroring the state of her labia as they gave off waves of feminine arousal that covered the thick base of Shikamaru's cock. She felt herself subconsciously rub herself against the monster in front of her that could've made any bitch submit just from the sight of it, Temari successfully resisted the urge to get on her knees and worship Shikamaru as she felt disgusted at the image that popped into her head. The sensual nightmare of being knelt at Shikamaru's feet as he held the chain that connected to her collar, forcing her to wait before she was allowed to receive her favourite drink. The Sand kunoichi was certain that if she wasn't as strong and have had the mental fortitude she had developed from losing her mother, she would have given in to Shikamaru's whims easily, thankfully she was too proud to fall into the trap of submission. However, she was also certain of the fact that Shikamaru's cock would be the only one she'd ever need, or want to take inside her, however daunting of a task that may be.
When she realised where her thoughts were headed, it was already too late, as her train of thought came to its final destination, breaking harshly deep down in her heart. She looked into Shikamaru's eyes with her own teal pair gleaming with the pure love she'd discovered she held for him, the same feeling she'd been avoiding for the last five years but now she accepted that she loved him more than anything.
Temari raised herself up into a squatting position, her skirt now hanging over Shikamaru's cock, covering what was happening underneath. She lined up his bulbous head with the tight entrance to her maidenhood before raising her head to stare into his eyes as she steadied herself on his shoulders.
The two watched each other's faces carefully, as if they were playing an intense game of Shogi, before they completely understood the final set of moves they could play which all lead to on of two outcomes, and Temari was not about to lose anytime soon, especially to the lazy asshole that was Shikamaru Nara. Biting down on her bottom lip so hard she could taste the metallic flavour of the blood that seeped out, Temari pressed downwards, thinking of every word in her expletive dictionary to somehow deal with the pain of having her tight pussy spread wide around the thick head of Shikamaru's cock, forcing herself downwards until it came to a stop at what she presumed must have been her intact hymen. She looked towards Shikamaru, silently pleading for his assistance, thankfully her understood as he gripped her slim waist, squeezing them gently but firmly as he readied himself for what he was about to do next.
"Okay! Ready? On three!" Shikamaru told the girl who was on the verge of tears, doing his best to reassure her. Temari, upon hearing his plans to count, braced herself to have this monster penetrate her, feeling slight vertigo whenever she looked down when she saw just how little of Shikamaru's cock that was inside her compared to the eight or more inches that were left to moistened by the mixture of their sexual fluids that spilled out of her pussy.
"Three!" Shikamaru pushed Temari down by the handle he had on her hips whilst simultaneously thrusting upwards with his own pelvis, meeting her lips halfway through her descent down his length as he kissed her to smother her voice, her screams echoing down his throat as she was overwhelmed by the ashy taste, a side effect of his vice. Temari's eyes glossed over as she savoured the bittersweet flavour of his mouth all whilst her brain short-circuited from the painful pleasure that numbed her down below.
Her once intact hymen offered no resistance as Shikamaru's cock tore through it mercilessly, as he thrusted the rest of his girthy length inside of her, not even stopping when his head pounded against her cervix, busting through it and filling her womb with his majestic bitchbreaker. When her labia rubbed against the base of his cock and his heavy, balls filled with potent cum bashed against her virgin asshole, Temari felt the blood of her virginity splash against Shikamaru's pale skin, her clit rubbing against the now dampening fabric of her skirt, tingling with pleasure and that was the moment she knew that her pussy would now be forever ruined for any other little boy that dreamt of having a chance with her, but for Shikamaru, this pussy would now forever be the perfect shape for his glorious cock and the only cock that would satisfy her. All these thoughts flowed through her mind in her momentary bliss, the thoughts of living happily with the man she loved, living in the constant pleasure of lust, her heartbeat synchronising with the waves of fresh pussy juice that sprayed onto her inner thighs and Shikamaru's length.
As they broke to catch their breaths, Shikamaru looked over Temari's trembling body as she panted heavily, her sinfully, erotically large tits rose and fell with each deep breath. He watched the candlelight shine on her tanned skin, making the shadows from the dark room seem to dance on around her figure, casted across her face as her eyes widened in shock and her face contorted in a torturous ecstasy as her masochistic desires were fulfilled and her body and mind were assaulted with the realisation of the pure pain the magnificent cock inside her had caused with its monstrous size. Her legs buckled, giving way as she fell back down to a kneeling position straddling his lap once again, her arms wrapped around his neck, her nails digging into his shoulder blades and his upper back.
They stayed completely still for what felt like minutes as they listened to each other's sounds, the noises that they absentmindedly let out that were far from the usual witty conversational words they thought about meticulously before revealing their thoughts. Shikamaru grunted as he tried to stifle his impending orgasm, his abs flexing as they rubbed against Temari's whilst she mirrored his intentions, doing her best to delay the orgasm that threatened to tear through her body just from having Shikamaru's cock penetrate her whilst she whimpered in his ear.
Once they managed to regain their old, familiar composures, their infamous wits that were feared by most ordinary people, and the intellects that terrorised all their enemies as they tried to keep up with their labyrinthine schemes on the battlefield, the two shinobi began to roll their hips tentatively, trying to match the other's rhythm. Shikamaru did his best to slow his movements down, restricting himself to learning Temari's frantic movements and aiming to exploit any gaps in her rhythm where he would buck his hips strongly, pushing himself deeper inside her whilst she rode him excitedly, desperate to bring them both to the best climax she wouldn't have ever dreamed of before she became this rogue kunoichi she was now.
The two rogue shinobi continued to roll their hips in their confused synchrony, trying to match the pace of their mix of grunts and moans as Shikamaru shamelessly groped Temari's voluptuous ass as it rippled around his thick rod of throbbing, veiny meat. She bit down on his trapezius whilst she dug her nails into his back doing her best to stop herself from letting out her embarrassing screams, not wanting Shikamaru to hear her darkest desires as he was currently reshaping her womb to accommodate his bulbous head that was oozing enough precum to impregnate her, her ovaries begging to receive his superior genes, certain that no other loser would have the slightest chance of satisfying her.
In her ear, she heard Shikamaru's grunting change its own pace as he was brought closer to his impending orgasm, Temari's cunt tightening around every inch of his cock with the force of a boa constrictor, her constant waves of pleasure moistening the slab of pure carnal ecstasy whilst his balls rubbed against her virgin asshole, bringing her with him to their short journey to their combined finish. Shikamaru felt his heavy balls, brimming with powerful, thick gallons of cum, pounding as he flexed clenched his abdomen and his pectoral muscles, pulling Temari even closer towards him, mashing her tits into his broader chest, their erect nipples rubbing against each other, bringing them even more hedonistic pleasure.
He nuzzled her neck in order to get her to turn back towards him, all so he could crash his lips against hers, their sweat adding to the sweet flavour of their pooling saliva with its own prominent salty taste. They shut their eyes tightly as they just enjoyed their last few moments of consciousness as what felt like every single muscle in their bodies contracted all at once, as their cheeks clenched. Shikamaru feeling the pressure building at the base of his cock, withdrew it slowly at a torturous pace, making sure Temari felt every inch of rough muscle rub against her soft insides, until only the thick, mighty head was left inside, filling her pussy. Once he had stopped, preparing to give one last thrust, Temari couldn't hold herself back any longer, as she shamefully squirted all over the foot of girthy meat that was being assaulted by the chilling sting of the room's drastically lower temperature than her boiling womb.
Giving the kunoichi one last squeeze and feeling his cum about to spill out from his head, Shikamaru got up from the bed using only his legs, thrusting into the girl he had picked up as hard as he could, bashing his pelvis against her clit. He moaned deep into her throat, as he felt gallons of glorious cum shoot out from his cock, spraying every inch Temari's womb until it began to overflow into her gaping cunt which in response to his orgasm, began to contract around his length in waves, matching her racing heartbeat. Her muscled legs were now violently shaking over his elbows as he held her up in the air, letting gravity shove the girl further down his mighty cock as it filled.
Shikamaru risked a peek, opening his eyes slightly and watched as Temari's eyelids were half-open and her teal pupils were dilated and fully rolled back into her head, a head that must have been filled with nothing but pure emotion, every cell firing at one thousand percent as her mind short-circuited, becoming overwhelmed by the most intense feeling of pleasure she would ever know. Shikamaru continued to grope her ass and press one of his fingers against her clenched virgin anus, letting her try to process all the different types of pleasure that ran through her body like the blood that was coursing through her veins. He felt her tongue go limp in his mouth as he bit her lips, drawing out every drop of carnal desire he could out of the kunoichi until he finished pumping her full of his potent seed.
Once he felt his balls empty, he realised his own legs were trembling beneath him, and looking up he saw Temari's unconscious body shiver as it tried to catch up with the intense ecstasy that assaulted her toned figure and her incredible mind. Deciding to give in to his buckling legs, he dropped back onto the bed with the foreign beauty on top of his prone body. Shikamaru stroked her dirty blonde hair and gave her forehead soft kisses as he himself drifted off to his desired slumber, the angel resting against his sternum purring adorably beneath his chin.
He leant back and let himself drift off into the most peaceful slumber he had ever had, feeling his cock throb inside her overflowing pussy, providing a drowsy warmth around his crotch which pushed him further into his desired realm of wonderful dreams.
A/N- So I hope you enjoyed this chapter, let me know your thoughts as they would really help me improve. I tried to do my best with this smut chapter just because I'd say ShikaTema is my favourite Naruto ship so I hope I'm doing their characters some sort of justice. It seems like Ino will be participating in lemons with Naruto and Hinata, but one question I would like to pose to you lovely readers, is would you like Ino to be apart of a foursome or should I stick to just a mff threesome? Anyways I hope you enjoyed and thanks so much for reading!
Yours truly,
Signing off