[Disclaimers: All characters are of age. Also, I don't own these characters.]


The lock to their front door clicked as it opened, and Temari followed immediately behind Shikamaru as they entered their home. Kicking off their shoes, he set their keys on top of the built-in cabinets in their genkan.

"I think that was one of the best breakfasts I've had in a while."

"Agreed." Temari wrapped her arms around her husband, resting her chin on his chest. "Thanks for that."

He kissed her forehead. "Of course." His hands roamed down the sides of her waist to her round butt. "So, laundry's done, the house is clean, we don't have any errands to run," he leaned in to whisper in her ear and squeezed her ass in his hands, "where should we start?"

She shuddered slightly as his lips grazed the shell of her ear. "I want um…" She started losing her train of thought as he kissed her neck, paying special attention to the sweet spot just behind her earlobe. Temari took a deep breath and regained a bit of her composure. "If we're going to make a day of it, I want to put on something nice."

"Go right ahead," he kissed the hinge of her jaw. "I'll gather our things."

Shikamaru took Temari by the hand as they walked to their bedroom together. He started making the bed as she headed straight for the closet.

"Don't look," she instructed.

He glanced over his shoulder briefly and smiled to himself. After the bed was fixed, he leaned over to his bedside table and pulled out anything they may need. Lube, some wipes for clean up, and the star of the show: the rope (with safety scissors, of course, just in case). They'd been looking for a good time to experiment ever since Temari revealed to him that she was interested in trying out Shibari and being tied to the bed as he had his way with her.

"No condoms, right?" He figured she'd say no, but sometimes he liked to double-check with her just to make sure. They were hoping to get pregnant, but they didn't want to rush themselves or put too much pressure on it so soon. Once in a while, they still used the condoms because it made clean up a tad easier.

"Nope." She took down her hair, shook out the creases, and checked herself out in the mirror one last time before shutting the closet door and turning around. "You can look now."

Shikamaru turned to face his wife and was immediately in awe of her beauty. A black lacey teddy hugged the curves of her body perfectly. The leg holes were cut up high, the fabric was just see-through enough to see a hint of her nipples, and the v-cut of the neckline ended just below her breasts, giving him a fantastic view of her cleavage.

"Wow…" He looked her over once more before locking eyes with her and smirking as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Come here."

Slowly, Temari walked over to her husband. Shikamaru held her hand in his and brought his other hand up to her cheek. The backs of his fingers grazed along her smooth clear skin as he leaned in closer. He brushed her hair behind her ear, and her eyelashes fluttered as her gaze drifted to his lips. Her free hand lightly gripped his forearm as held the side of her neck, thumb stroking her jaw, and they closed the gap between them. It started out as a sweet kiss with a pinch of passion gradually sparking between them as their tongues moved synchronously.

He could feel an ever so slight tremble in her hands. "Are you nervous?" He spoke between kisses.

It was obvious from his tone that they were feeling the same way. "A little, but mostly excited." She said, punctuating with another kiss. "I trust you."

With his right hand, he playfully smacked her ass. "Get on the bed."

Temari smiled brightly and bounced onto her knees in the middle of the mattress, facing their headboard, and Shikamaru immediately followed, sitting criss-cross directly in front of her, grabbing the soft jute rope on his way.

She watched the way the rope unraveled in his fingers, inches of it falling and pooling between them, and as he matched the ends and pulled along the doubled strands to find the middle, she couldn't help but think of how it felt when it was herself that was sliding under his palms.

"Should we start by practicing a little?"

She nods, rubbing her lips together. "Sounds good."

"Gimme your wrists."

She lifted her arms up in front of her with the undersides of her wrists touching. Shikamaru took the bight of the rope and wrapped it around twice before creating a single column tie.

"How's that feel?"

Temari wiggled her wrists and attempted to pull them apart. "Good."

"Not too tight?"

Her blonde hair shifted gracefully around her flawless face as she shook her head. "Nope."

Gently, he began spiraling the rope around her forearms, binding them together, making sure not to twist the two rope strands so it was as comfortable as possible for her.

"Tighter."

Shikamaru glanced up at her and complied, and he could have sworn he heard the faintest breath from his wife. Little did he know, she was loving this. They'd only just started of course, but the feeling of being bound by the one she loves, and the mere thought of him fucking her in it, was only further unlocking her desires. There was something quite comforting to her about being held like this.

Reaching the end of their rope, literally speaking, Shikamaru stopped and looked Temari in the face. "Still good?" He slowly began unwinding the rope, gliding the length of it along her skin with each pass, leaving tingles in its path.

"Yeah." A faint flush was starting to wash across her cheeks. "Should we, um, try something else now?"

"Do you have any preferences?" The look on his face was deadly. She'd almost forgotten that he may be getting pleasure from this too, the feeling of spoiling his wife in her fantasies in this way, the feeling of her velvety skin under his grasp, being so close to her.

"Yo-you choose."

Shikamaru smiled, and once the rope was unwound again, he took the tie on her wrists and gently guided her hands up and then behind her head. Their faces were mere inches apart. "How's this?"

Her eyelashes fluttered again and she let out a shaking breath as he began wrapping the rope around her ribs and then diagonally across her chest and over her shoulders, creating a sort of simple harness. Every pass he made was igniting her just a little more.

As much as she was enjoying just the Shibari play for what it was, she was wondering when she was gonna crack. She'd been silently waiting in anticipation since first thing this morning, and sure, it had only been a few hours, but what a long few hours it had been. She'd found herself crossing her legs at the breakfast table every time she looked at his hands a little too long or caught sight of how the utensils grazed across his lips. That was his fault. He told her what was to come and then she couldn't stop thinking about it.

What she hadn't realized was how much he'd been thinking about it as well. He'd just done a slightly better job of controlling himself because it's generally frowned upon to get a hard-on in a public place. But they weren't in public anymore, and his wife was looking absolutely stunning in this harness, and he couldn't help but notice how hard her nipples had gotten as he was tying her up.

Shikamaru took the back of his fingers and rubbed them up and down the hardened buds. Temari shuddered and sighed, and her instinct was to grab onto him, but she couldn't in this position. It was a tad frustrating but in a thrilling sort of way.

She whimpered as he kissed her cheek and continued playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. He leaned down and took her right nipple into his mouth over her lingerie, and she gasped.

He sat up to face her again and looked her straight in the eyes, fingertips teasing the leg holes of her lingerie, brushing against her hips. "You look gorgeous in this, but I think I need it off you now." He unbound her from her bunny tie almost as carefully as he had from the previous one, albeit more impatiently than before.

Once Temari was freed, she rid herself of the garment and tossed it aside, and Shikamaru immediately grabbed her waist with both his hands and began sucking on her left nipple. She moaned and took out his hair tie so she could rake her fingers through his hair, glad to be able to touch him again. He pulled back and picked up the rope, finding the bight again and wrapping it around her waist this time. She all but held her breath as he wound the rope carefully around her thighs and hips. The soft jute caressed her ass perfectly. Making a pass between her legs, his hand "accidentally" grazed along her outer labia, just narrowly missing feeling how dripping wet she was. A single involuntary clench pulsed inside her pussy and that was it. She cracked. She cracked so hard it was almost audible.

She pounced onto her husband's lap, pulled his face into hers, and kissed him fiercely. It was unlike any of their kisses so far this morning. This was hungry, sloppy, needy. He could feel the burning warmth of her cheeks in front of him as her tongue attempted to dominate his. Shikamaru matched her energy immediately. He quickly finished off the harness and grasped her hips firmly in his strong hands, the tips of his fingers digging into the sides of her ass, pulling her in tighter.

Grinding her hips into him, she could feel how rock-hard he was. They moaned simultaneously, somewhat relieved in the contact yet only yearning for more by the second. Temari took one of Shikamaru's hands and slid it toward her clit, but he stopped.

"Naughty," he teased.

"Fuck," she said breathlessly, "how long are you gonna make wait?"

"I'm not. Turn around."

While she did so, Shikamaru stood up briefly from the bed to remove his pants, taking a mental picture of the small wet spot from where Temari had been grinding on him.

Once he climbed back on the bed behind her, he grabbed her arms and crossed them behind her back. With one hand, he held her arms in place, and with the other, he gently guided her to bend forward until her shoulders and head rested on the bed. She looked back at him from the side of her eye and pushed her ass back a little further, eager to get fucked senseless.

Keeping one hand on her arms, he aligned his tip with her entrance, sliding it along her slit. "Fuck," he breathed out. She was soaking wet.

He guided himself as he pushed his length into her. "Fuck, Shikamaru…" Temari whined. His hand found her hip and he set up a steady pace, not bothering to waste any time teasing them both by being too slow.

She moaned loudly with every pounding thrust, and they both knew she wouldn't last very long at this rate. She desperately wanted to rub her clit, but if she tried to move so much as a centimeter, he tightened his grip.

"Oh, fuck me, I-I-" Her brows knit together and her jaw opened wider. She was right on the edge. There was a small silence from her before

"Ohhhhh, fuck, ahh, fuck fuck fuck," she screamed out as her inner walls convulsed around him. "Oh, my God!" He wouldn't stop until she was completely finished. As soon as she was, he slowed his thrusts down to a halt before pulling his length out of her and letting her go. Temari instantly shot up, turned around, and kissed him hard.

"I wanna suck your cock, get on your back," she demanded. And who was he to argue?

Shikamaru did as he was told, and Temari settled herself between his legs. She planted a single kiss at the joint of his hip and then wrapped one hand around his base as she devoured his entire length like a fucking goddess. Was it a little uncomfortable on her throat? Yeah. Did she care? Absolutely not.

He groaned deliciously, delicately brushing her hair out of her face so it wouldn't get in the way of his view. "Ahh, Temari…"

Her tongue swirled around him. She focused on the tip, pumping her hand up and down his shaft at an increasing speed. His hips twitched as he resisted the urge to thrust himself in and out of her warm wet mouth as he rapidly approached his orgasm.

"Temari…I'm gonna…" he warned her.

Suddenly, she took him all the way down again just as he came straight down the back of her throat. He moaned deeply, clutching onto her hair, trying his best not to pull too hard. The wave of his climax settled as she slowed her sucking and then released him from her lips with a faint pop.

Shikamaru sat up and grabbed Temari's face in his hands, kissing her adoringly. "Lay down for me," he requested. Their first orgasms had taken a little bit of the edge off, but there was an understanding between them that this was not a one-and-done kind of day.

"Ready to go again already?" She giggled as they switched positions.

"Not quite," he smiled at her, "hands up."

Temari rested both of her hands palm-up on the pillow above her head, licking her lips as she watched her husband unbind her hips from the rope and wrap it around their headboard instead. He lifted her arms a little higher and bound her wrists to the slats. They may or may not have chosen this headboard with these specific purposes in mind, but either way, it seemed to be paying off for them.

"Does that still feel okay? Not too tight, is it?" He whispered, hooking his hands behind her knees to readjust her.

She sighed at the feeling of his hot breath on her ear and neck. She shook her head in response to his question before she could muster up the strength to speak as he left a trail of wet kisses along the side of her neck. "No. No, it feels…really good. Mmmm…"

"Good," he said with a smirk.

As he kissed his way up her jaw and across her cheek, she rolled her body beneath him, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact. Shikamaru loved it when she did that, but he had something else in mind for now. With both hands, he pinned her hips down to the bed. She whimpered into his mouth just as their lips made contact.

He pulled away and she stretched her head up as far as she could just to drag out the kiss for as long as possible. His lips made a path across her opposite cheek now, down her jaw and the side of her neck, pausing every so often to nibble on her sweet skin, on every place he knew would make her quiver. He lifted up for a moment and she nearly protested before gasping as he dove right back in to suck on her taut nipple. Playing with her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he continued his journey, kissing down the center of her abdomen until he reached his destination.

He decided to just go straight for it, and when his tongue instantly found that one spot on her clit, she cried out his name. It always turned her on how he knew every inch of her body so well.

With Shikmaru's skillful tongue flicking over her clit, his fingers pinched tighter on her nipple. She was still super sensitive from before, he could tell by her volume.

Temari tugged her wrists on the rope. As much as she was loving relinquishing power to him, she was secretly hoping he hadn't tied them well enough so she could push his head as close to her pelvis as possible.

"Fi-ooh-finger me, ohhhh, please! Please," she begged.

He brought his right hand up and teased her slit with the pads of his fingers before pausing his work momentarily to insert two digits inside of her pussy, hooking them upwards slightly and making sure to set a decent pace before returning his mouth to its rightful place. Her brows knitted closer together, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus on everything she was feeling all at the same time. The hand on her breast slid down her torso and snaked around her thigh. With his thumb and forefinger, he shifted her labia, exposing more of her clit. He pulled back for a split second, gave a couple short flat licks with his tongue, and then began sucking.

"Oh, fuck!" He pumped in and out of her a little faster. Her breath stuttered a couple of times before he felt her inner muscles start to twitch, and she screamed. God, were they glad to have their own house.

Shikamaru slowed his pace only when she instructed him to and then pulled himself up to rest on top of her while she caught her breath for a second.

Temari leaned her head up, silently begging for a kiss, a request with which her husband was more than happy to oblige.

"Do you need a break?" Shikamaru asked.

Temari shook her head. "More." She lifted her hips and began stroking his hardened cock with her soaking wet slit.

He grasped her hips firmly in his hands to still her and return her to the bed. "All this and you're still this impatient, huh?"

"Be worse at sex and then maybe I'll be more patient next time."

He lines his tip up to the entrance of her swollen pussy and presses himself inside her warmth. Shikamaru moans in her ear, eliciting a small cry from her trembling lips. Not willing to waste time building speed, he immediately begins pounding into her, hands gripping her hips so tight he was sure she'd be left with imprints of his fingers. With every thrust he pulls out to the tip and then slams his pelvis toward her with as much force as they can handle.

"Fuck, babe," Temari whimpers, halfway to tears. She's writhing beneath him, trying to help them both along with her limited movement, tugging on her wrists again in a fruitless attempt to free herself. Shikamaru decides they've had enough torture for one day and slows his movements so he can untie her. She tilts her chin up, watching his shaking hands in desperate anticipation of her release. Instantly, her hands reach for his jaw. She pulls him in for another sloppy, uncoordinated, tongue-heavy kiss. One of her hands comes down to furiously rub her clit as her pleasure builds and builds once more, and the tears that have been welling up in her eyes begin streaming down the sides of her face.

Shikamaru hooks one hand behind one of her knees and pushes her thigh up back towards the side of her torso, forcing her legs open as her body tries to escape the intense feeling of her third orgasm. His other hand tangles in her hair, gripping the back of her head. They stare deeply into each other's eyes, mere centimeters apart, only closing them when he dives to swallow her cries as she nearly blacks out from the pleasure ripping through her. Her body feels like lightning.

He waits for his wife to recover for a moment so she doesn't actually pass out.

"You good?" He asks, peppering kisses across her face as her breathing slows down. Temari nods, eyelashes fluttering slightly. "We can stop if you want." She loved how caring he was, but he was so close, she could feel his cock practically throbbing inside her.

She shakes her head. "You haven't cum yet."

Temari lifts and lowers her hips repeatedly, slowly fucking herself with his dick.

"God, you're so hard," she breathes deeply, "I wanna be on top."

Shikamaru flips them over so she's sitting cowgirl on him, knowing she doesn't have the strength left to flip them herself. She's lightheaded, but she doesn't care.

With shaking legs, she bounces herself up and down the length of him, not worrying about her own pleasure; She's very well satisfied, but she'll be damned if her husband doesn't cum at least once more this session.

He, however, wants to see how far they can take it. She's never done more than three, but he feels confident if any day were the day for a sexual PR, today would be it. He uses one hand to grab her breast and his thumb on the other to rub her clit.

"I-" she's struggling to speak, "I don't think I can cum again."

"Do you want to?"

"I don't…I don't know…"

He opens his mouth for his next question, but she beats him to it. "Don't…don't stop…please." Her voice strains on the last word. She doesn't see him smirk because her eyes are closed.

She artfully squeezes her walls around his length as she attempts to fuck him faster despite the growing burn in her thighs and calves. All he can do is hiss and groan, trying to hold out just long enough for her to cum one more time because he doesn't think he'll be able to continue once he finishes again.

He watches her, mesmerized. Her chest is heaving, she's glistening with sweat, her hair is a mess, and she's never looked more beautiful. His gaze drifts down to where their bodies meet. Her movements are becoming more erratic by the second. His hand is aching, but he'll be damned if he's gonna quit on her, so he switches to his other hand and flicks over her swollen bud as fast as he possibly can without bursting a muscle in his arm.

"Oh, God!" She screams.

One clench around his cock and he moans her name loud enough for the neighbours to hear. He's not usually this loud. His hips move involuntarily as he shoots his seed inside her one last time, and his body instinctively wants to pull out, but he won't. She's right there, he can feel her pussy pulsing. With all the willpower he can muster, he shifts his legs into a better position and thrusts upwards.

Her jaw drops open and she looks down at him, vision blurred from the tears still wetting her face. He's gritting his teeth. She knows how sensitive he is after her cums, and she's torn between feeling grateful and guilty.

"Cum for me," he groans.

Temari grips the headboard so tightly she thinks she might break it. Her hips move sporadically with a mind of their own. She screams his name so loud they both know she's not gonna have a voice for at least a day or two. Her body is on fire. She didn't know it was possible to experience so much painful pleasure all at once.

She collapses on top of his chest, bobbing up and down as their breaths attempt to return to normal. She rolls off to his side and Shikamaru hisses at the sensation of his hypersensitive member pulling out of her.

His eyes don't have it in them to open back up, but he gains the ability to speak again. "I think that deserves us a nap."

"Mmm," is all she can manage, already drifting off to sleep. Or more like passing out from exhaustion.

He turns towards her, wanting to wrap her up in his arms like a little cuddle burrito, but they're both overheating and sticky with sweat, so he settles with a hand on her arm stead.


Shikamaru sighs, dragging his eyes open as he wakes. Temari's eyes are closed, but he can tell she's awake too because she's gently stroking his hair. She opens her eyes as soon as she feels him reach up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"Morning?" He knows it's not, but it feels wrong somehow to say 'Good afternoon.'

She laughs softly with a smile, lifting her head to look at the clock. "Looks like we've only been asleep about an hour or two."

Truthfully, they lost track of time and all sense of it somewhere around her first orgasm, so for all they know, it could have been 15 minutes or 4 hours.

"Pity," Shikamaru says.

"Hungry?"

"Very."

"Wanna shower quickly and then go grab some leftovers for lunch?" She licks her lips. She can't decide between looking at his lips or back into his loving gaze.

He hums quietly, contemplating her suggestion. "Do we have to shower? Why not just lay here a few more minutes?" He's only half-joking.

She rolls her eyes at him. "Well, feel free if you want, but I can feel your dried cum gluing my thighs together."

"Oh, well, who would I be to miss out on a good time?" He smiles at her before pecking a kiss to her forehead and lazily dragging himself out of bed.

She takes hold of his outstretched hand and stands up with him, happy to discover she's recovered most of her leg strength after their nap. He holds her hand behind him as he guides her towards their bathroom. They hadn't bothered to redress, so they simply hop in and turn the water to a comfortable temperature.

"Sit," she instructs.

Shikamaru sits on the little stool in front of the showerhead with Temari behind him. She helps him wash his back and shampoo the sweat from his hair, massaging gently and thoroughly, taking care not to get any soap in his eyes. Sure, he could do it himself, but this is more fun. They really value these little domestic moments they get to spend together.

Once he's all rinsed off, he motions for them to switch places. He starts with her hair. She moans quietly, and he can feel his dick twitch for a moment, but he doesn't have it in him to go another round right now. The hunger is eating a hole through his stomach after all the energy they expended earlier.

He rinses her hair and then suds up the soap between his hands before rubbing it into her skin. Her skin's surprisingly unscarred for a kunoichi, a testament to her strength perhaps. She had a few small faint marks, but no one but him would be close enough to notice them. And then, of course, a couple hickies he'd left recently.

Shikamaru grabbed the showerhead once more to rinse her body, setting it to a comfortable pressure and making sure to be gingerly with any delicate skin. He rubs his free hand on the inside of her thighs, double checking there was no residue of cum left, and then he moves to her vulva, running his fingers through her labia as the water ran mostly over his hand. A stream hit her clit on accident and she flinched, her legs closing around his hand.

"Sorry," he said.

"It-it's fine…" is what Temari said, but he noticed her cheeks were blushing and he got a devilish idea. He ran the water over her body once more as a finishing touch, but before he put it away, he turned the pressure up a little and angled it toward her clit on purpose, just for a second.

"H-hey!" Her face was glowing red. She wasn't angry, not by a long shot, but she was a little bit embarrassed for some reason.

He hung the showerhead up with a smile, clearly satisfied with himself. A kiss landed on her cheek as he stood up to grab towels for them both.

"More to explore later," he whispered in her ear as he wrapped her in the terrycloth.

She may have used the showerhead on herself once or twice before, but she hadn't told him that. The fact that he found out the effect it had on her on his own had her heart racing.

"Let's go eat." Shikamaru guided her out the door before him with his hand on the small of her back.

I'm fucked. Temari thought, already feeling the warm wetness between her thighs building again.