Temari
We entered the Academy and were passing the narrow corridor between the back exit and the main hall, when I felt a strange but already familiar feeling of something wrapping around my waist and arms and legs and pulling me back into the dark pathway. It was already a late afternoon and the school was almost empty so nobody heard my surprised shout. I was standing with my back against the corridor wall, my hands above my head, my legs spread slightly. I could barely see the black strands connecting my limbs and Shikamaru's shadow, but I knew it was here. It felt like water, wrapped around my ankles and wrists. Except it didn't feel wet or cold, you simply felt that something was there. Something gentle, but only move one muscle and you'd know you have no chance of breaking that grip. I raised an eyebrow, staring at Shikamaru, who was standing right in front of me, familiar smirk on his face. It was the third time this week I was being dragged to some corner with the help of his shadow and kissed senselessly, so I wasn't really surprised nor annoyed – I have to admit I liked it. A lot. But this time he didn't kiss me, he just stood there with a smirk. And then I felt his shadow hands creeping up my leg. I couldn't really use another word to describe the feeling of the shadow touching your bare skin, so here it was, creeping up my leg slowly, gently, caressing my skin. I got a bit confused, but my hands were still above my head so my struggles were completely pointless. His smirked turned into some evil grin as one of his shadows slit up under my skirt, awfully close to my panties, and my eyes grew wide. I couldn't really decide if I like that or not. It was creepily exciting. I could feel the shadow right between my legs, trying to get under my panties, centimeter or two away from my vagina. I tensed up, bit my lip and closed my eyes, for some reason allowing him to play with me, but the next second situation changed and I found his mouth on mine, kissing passionately and I could not refrain from answering the kiss, with my insides fluttering in synch with every one of his touches.
His hands grazed my breast gently, only teasing me more, his tongue slipped inside my mouth and I welcomed it gladly; I liked the feeling of my mouth filled with such a kiss. Shikamaru pressed me against the wall with his body and he grabbed my right leg with his hand and lifted it up to his hips, grinding his manhood against my parted legs. His other hand found a way under my skirt and suddenly it slit under my panties from up front, descending down towards my sex, and I gasped loudly, surprised and a little frightened and angered by his actions. But the feeling was simply too overwhelming to hold on to that anger. I felt myself split in half cause of the tension and my mouth was wide open, yet unable to say anything remotely similar to words. I was trembling and I knew I was soaking wet down there and I caught a glimpse of his reaction, when his fingers met my wetness. His other hands gripped my thigh so tightly I had no doubt about what he wanted to do with me. He leaned his forehead into the wall besides me and let out something similar to a growl through his locked teeth and started rubbing gently, parting my labia and sliding his fingers back and forth. My mind fell blank. I felt emptiness in my head, black vacuum, not a single thought or anything. All I knew then was that I was going insane and it felt awfully good. I bit my lip painfully, trying my best to stay silent, even though I could hear Shikamaru's loud panting next to my ear.
Suddenly we heard some door creaking open somewhere in the main hall and we petrified instantly – his hands still in my panties, my hands still enchained above my head, our mouths open, expressions almost painful from the torture we were causing to each other. In two seconds we were out back again – thankfully it was empty outside. I leaned my back against the wall, trying to catch my breath, but my trembling legs failed me and I collapsed to the ground. Shikamaru turned around to give me some sly smile and kneeled in front of me, wiping his hand to his pants and reaching to lift me up. Sneaky bastard, allowing himself to do whatever he wants with me and then silently smirking. I frowned, feeling anger fill me, and lifted my feet up the ground to kick him right in the chest, the swift movement sent him flying and the poor sneak gasped for air, coughing. That gotta hurt. Serves him well. I stood up, throwing a cursing look towards the bastard still coughing on the grass, fixed my attire and went inside the Academy to grab my stuff and head home. Even though a part of me was angry for him being so straightforward, I strode through the streets with a smirk, because despite everything it felt too good not to enjoy.