#inoichi yamanaka oneshot

[13as07]

Sweet Girl #3

(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to 1ndi g0]

Requested by: The Pope

Word Count: 4,049

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Threesome (duh)

Name Calling: Sweet Girl, Chief, Toy, Sweetheart, Commander, Good Girl, Leftovers

Like a 20 year age-gap (also, duh and for both parties)

Hickeys/Biting/Bite Marks

Hair-pulling

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Titty Playing

Choking

Orgasm Denial

Cum eating (but not really I guess??? Be warned or whatever lmao)

Daddy Issues (obviously, it's the underlining cause of wanting older men)

Exhibitionism

Humiliation (Semi, like super small amount)

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I'm hoisted up, settled on my knees on Shikaku's desk before he repositions me. I'm shifted around, legs dangling over the edge of the desk with my back facing the Commander. He hums softly in my ear, cooing at me as his hands grope at my breasts and his heartbeat thumps against my spine. "You're going to be great. You're perfect, Sweet Girl."

Inoichi looks like he's going to vibrate out of his skin as he walks back toward the desk, eyes locked on me and chest pumping like crazy. The closer he gets, the further down Shikaku's hands fall. By the time Inoichi is a step or two away from me, his friend is gripping my thighs, tugging them apart. "Hello," Inoichi says, cooing at me like I'm a rabbit that's going to dash at the sign of trouble.

     "Hello," I say back, tilting my head back so I can look up at him. "Are you going to stand there and watch Shikaku feel me up or are you going to touch me too, Chief?" My eyes flutter down for a second, taking a peak at his growing hard-on before resting on his face.

     The Chief's face flashes for a second before he moves forward, sliding between my parted legs. I close them around him, his hip bones digging into the flesh of my thighs as I keep him in place.

     What the hell am I doing? I'm about to have a threesome, that's what I'm doing. I'm going to get poked and prodded at by the Nara Chief, again, and the Yamanaka Chief. How'd I end up here?

     Shikaku's lips brush down my back, trialing soft kisses down my spine as his hands crawl up my sides. "You look so pretty," he whispers into my skin, using his thumbs to rub circles against my rib cage. "Don't you think she looks pretty, Ino?"

     "Uh... ya," Inoichi mumbles, his eyes trailing across the curves and dips of my body now. His sights land on my chest where small blotches of pink and purple are decorating my skin because of the events of the week. "You leave hickeys like an amateur," he mutters to his friend, hands slowly moving forward to cup my breasts.

     His eyes jump up, the analysis, well, analyzing how I react to his touches. Inoichi's hands start gentle, groping at my boobs, gently squeezing them as his fingers dip into my skin. Soon, his hands aren't so gentle anymore. "H... hey," I whine, tugging a soft smile on the Chief's face as pinches my nipples. I swear, what is with these men and pinching me?

     "You're so soft," Inoichi praises, his head dipping toward me. His lips brush against mine in a testing kiss before clashing against me. When he twists my nipples, I let out an audible whine, the sound getting trapped in his mouth. "And so responsive," he continues to coo, pulling away and twisting again.

     "Don't do that. You're going to hurt her," Shikaku grumbles, sliding his hands under his friend's, effectively shoving Inoichi's hold off of my chest. "I didn't invite you to join so you could break my toy," he adds, his hands softly massaging my aching nipples.

     Chief rolls his eyes at his friend before his focus settles on me again. "Since Shika wants to baby you, let's try something else, okay Sweetheart?"

     "I'm not babying her," the Commander grumbles again, his kisses slowly making their way across my shoulders, beelining for my neck.

     Inoichi ignores his lifelong friend, rolling his eyes at him as he undoes his pants. Once he's free from his pants, the Chief rests his dick against my thigh, heat rolling off of him and warming up the spot he's softly grinding against.

     One of his hands clumsy finds my hair, balling it up in his grasp before tugging my head backward. That gets him another lecture about being gentle that he once again ignores. "I want your eyes to stay on me alright? Do you think you can do that?" He asks, his fingertips ghosting over my core, making my pussy ache for attention.

     "Yes Chief," I answer, shifting my hips forward in hopes of getting some of the attention I'm craving. I get what I want, two fingers dipped into me. My mouth falls open a bit and my eyes widen from the touch, a silent moan testing my lungs.

"Dear Lord," he mutters, eyes fluttering around my face as he sets a slow pace.

"I told you she was pretty," Shikaku peeps up, his hand falling to my pussy too, fingertips rubbing against my clit. His free hand jumps up, clinging to my throat and giving it a soft squeeze before climbing up to my face and cupping my cheeks. "Wider, Sweet Girl. Show Inoichi that sweet face you make when you want to suck my dick."

I do as I'm told, opening my mouth and letting my tongue slide out. Inoichi lets out a hissy breath, his fingers picking up their pace. His head dips down for a second, lips brushing against my ear as he talks. "Your face would be even prettier covered in my cum, do you know that?"

"Yes, Chief Yamanaka," I murmur, my mind going numb from the two men helping my orgasm build.

My answer gets me an approving hum. "Let's test our Shikaku's toy," he mumbles, curling his fingers a few times before pulling them out of me. Inoichi's fingers are shoved into my mouth, thrusting in and out of my mouth. "Be a 'sweet girl' and suck yourself off my fingers," he orders, mocking Shikaku's nickname for me. Again, I do as I'm told, sucking my juices of his fingers as my tongue rubs against them.

The Commander replaces his friend, three of his fingers thrusting into me as his thumb continues toying with my clit. I moan around Inoichi, my thighs pressed against him harder as my orgasm threatens to tip over. "No, you don't get to finish," he tells me, ripping his fingers out of my mouth before tugging Shikaku's touch from my pussy.

"Hey!" I pout, my hands shooting forward to grip his shirt. "That's not fair. You're being mean."

"I'm not being mean. I'm just not spoiling you as Shikaku does. You'll survive," he tells me, the hand in my hair going gentle and massaging my scalp. The hand not in my hair grips his dick, lining it up to me. Inoichi tests the waters, poking his tip in and out of me two or three times. His hand tightens in my hair again as he pushes himself in me, slowly inching until the whole of him is stretching me out. "Be a good toy and watch," he orders, using his grip on my hair to move my sight down to our connection.

As Inoichi fucks me, Shikaku goes back to playing with my tits. He tugs on my nipples, making them ache before he lets go of them, so they bounce in the way he likes. He praises me too, like I've grown used to over the past couple of days. "You're doing so good, Sweet Girl. Look at you, taking Inoichi so well. I'm so proud of you! You're doing amazing. Do you hear me? Are you paying attention?"

"Yes... yes, Commander," I stumble out, my focus on his friend repeatedly disappearing into me.

The sight makes me clench, getting another hissed breath from Inoichi. "Damn it, if you keep doing that I'm... damn it, toy," he groans, snapping my head back up as his body weight leans against me, and in turn, I lean into Shikaku.

Inoichi's head hurries into my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin into my throat. "That hurts," I whine, my hands climbing up his shirt to grab hold of his long blonde hair. I pull on the strands, trying to get him to detach as the pain of his bite blossoms faster. "Chief Yamanaka. Let go," I continue to whine, tugging on his ponytail again as tears prickle my eyes.

He huffs but does release my skin from between his teeth. "You've turned her into a crybaby," Inoichi grumbles, causing a smile to form in Shikaku's kisses.

"Well, ya. I like it when she cries."

"Pervert," the Chief mumbles, kisses coating the bite mark I'm sure is present on my neck. "Are you on birth control, toy?"

"Yes, Chief," I mumble, loosening my hold on his hair but not letting it go.

     "That's a good girl. Good girl," he coos, his thrusts getting sloppy, quickly followed by the warmth of his cum filling me. Despite Inoichi finishing, he keeps pumping into me, shoving his semen deeper into me for another couple of thrusts. "Good... good girl," he mumbles again, resting against me, his soaked cock pressed into my thigh again, coating my skin with our mixed mess.

      "Good job. You did such a good job. You're so sweet," Shikaku coos, not-so-secretly trying to shove his friend off of me. Someone is impatient for their turn. "Are you going to be sweet for me too? I bet you are, I know you are," he continues, getting an eye roll from Inoichi.

     Hands from both of the men wander over me, groping at my chest, my legs, my hair, and my neck, as they switch places. Inoichi settles in the desk chair, a hand massaging my waist as the other leans my head back. "Keep your eyes on me again, okay?"

     "Yes, Chief." I think Inoichi likes being the center of attention.

     Shikaku settles on his knees, arms tucked under my legs as he litters my legs in kisses. "You're going to make her rotten if you keep spoiling her," Inoichi tells him, tugging me backward a bit.

     "So? You think she's too young for me, so what do you care?" Shikaku bites back, pulling me forward before dipping his head, set on going down on me despite his friend's mess still very present on and in me.

"Well, I can't bitch at you about it anymore," Inoichi grumbles, sinking his teeth into me again. This time he focuses on littering my shoulders with bite marks instead of my shoulder.

Shikaku starts on my thigh, licking up the mess left behind by the Yamanaka Chief before he switches to my pussy. "You'd taste a lot better with my cum leaking out of you," he mumbles, sliding his tongue through my folds before dipping into my hole. He laps at me, cleaning me out and occasionally teasing my clit.

"Commander," I whine, sliding my hands through the neatly laid out roots of his hair before colliding with his ponytail.

He hums in acknowledgment, eyes glancing up as he laps at me again, a long slow line being pressed into my pussy. "Commander," I call again, my orgasm building up.

Shikaku chuckles, pulling away from me and letting my orgasm clash away, not in a good way for once. "You heard Inoichi. You don't get to finish," he chuckles, plopping a kiss on my clit before softly sucking on it. "If you want to finish you have to wait for him to tell you so."

I pout as Shikaku climbs to his feet, the two older men chuckling as I squirm around. "I got to get going, I told Ino I'd met her for dinner," Inoichi murmurs, gripping my chest roughly as his fingers dig into my skin, threatening to decorate them with more bruises. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

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     I almost skip down the street in excitement, Shikaku and Inoichi in tow behind me. If I've learned one thing through messing with an older man, more so a chief, it's that he has deep pockets and an inability to tell me no. Hence, the sulky man and his retriever friend following me down the road to the bar.

     They insisted on inviting Choza. Probably not the best idea to invite my chief but he is their friend, so it is what it is. Plus, it means I had the opening to invite Shino to come drink too. Aside from Naruto, Shino is one of my closest friends, and unlike Naruto, he can handle his alcohol relatively well.

     My closeness to the polar opposites is also why they were brought up in my fight with Shikamaru. He always insisted that something must be going on between one of them and me. Talk about a guilty conscience, huh?

     "Shino!" I cheer when the moody shinobi falls into view. "Shino! Shino! Shino!" I continue, slamming him into a hug, a hmph coming from the man when his back collided with the wall.

     "Hello," he murmurs, hands tight around my forearms and pushing me backward. "You are rather cheery. If I had to guess, the reason being your habit of 'pre-gaming', yes?"

     "How'd you guess?" I ask, eyes flickering back to check Shikaku's and Inoichi's placement. I'm pleasantly surprised when they're right behind me.

     "Like I said, you're cheery. Plus you're wearing a skirt. You tend to need a little 'liquid courage' to feel confident enough to go out in one," Shino mumbles, one of his hands jumping up to shove his fingertips into the bite mark left behind by Inoichi yesterday. "I do not care about your... relations," he says, stressing the last word as his eyes flicker towards Shikaku. "But please respect yourself enough not to leave remedies of them behind. Just because your father was not appealing does not mean you're not appealing."

     "That was a very long way to say I have daddy issues," I tease, tugging away from Shino's touch in search of Shikaku's instead. I get what I want, an aware Commander sliding a hand around my hips and tugging me against him. "Shots, shots, sh-sh-sh-shots," I mutter to myself, letting Shikaku lead the small group of us four inside.

     The bar is buzzing with the usual Saturday night drinking feast. People dancing around, the overwhelming smell of liquor, and the even more overwhelming sound of loud music. Not really the drinking experience Shino and I go for most of the time. Oh well, it'll be a nice change of pace.

     The mane of red hair my chief has stands out in the crowd, making it easy to find him. Shikaku leads us that way, the two older men chatting with each other as Shino's head is spinning on over time. "I won't be staying long," he mutters, hand shooting forward to grip the collar of my shirt. Shikaku's eyes flicker to the side before he turns back to his conversation, fingertips dipping under my shirt to massage my hip bones.

     "You don't have to stay at all if you don't want to," I tell Shino, flipping my head backward to smile at him.

"Of course he does! What kind of party would it be without Shino?" Choji's voice rings out, his head out from around his father.

Chief Akimichi turns around, greeting his friends, and giving a view to the rest of the people present at the table. Sat at the table is his son, Choji. Along with Shikamaru and the blonde girl he's been seeing. Thank you, Lord, that Ino isn't here but screw you for making Shikamaru be here.

"Come sit down!" Choji calls, ushering Shino and me forward. Well, tonight is going to suck ass. Shikaku squeezes me a few times before letting me go. Reluctantly I move forward, Shino trailing behind me as I slide into a chair. "So..." Cho says, dragging out the word as he stirs whatever is in his cup. "You're fucking Shika's dad and he's fucking Temari. Are you going after all our dads? Are you going to fuck Inoichi next?"

Shino pushes an amused breath out of his nose as Choji chuckles at his joke. "I'm just kidding," He adds, courtesy of Shikamaru's glaring at him. "That would be crazy."

"Ya, so crazy," I mutter, a nervous laugh spilling out from me. Shikamaru shoots another glare, this time aimed at me followed by Shino glaring at the shadow boy.

My eyes jump around the group of people. A pissed-off Shikamaru, an overly amused with-the-situation Choji, an uncomfortable Temari, and an unamused Shino shooting me a look from across the table, great. Tonight is going to be amazing.

When my eyes settle on the group of older men, I calm down a bit. Inoichi is laughing his ass off as the chief is telling him something. Shikaku is nodding along to the conversation but his eyes are stuck on me. When our sights cross, he gives me a soft smile. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.

Once chief Akimichi finishes talking, the small group joins us at the table. The chief settles in the chair next to his son, the other two men sliding into place on either side of me, making my face heat up and my hormones churn as memories of yesterday filter in and out of my mind.

Inoichi's hand gripping my knee before crawling up my leg doesn't help any, nor does Shikaku's hand sliding under my shirt, trialing up and down my lower spine.

"Anyway kiddo," chief Akimichi starts, his focus on me. "Despite the... mess, I'm happy Shikamaru and you could both move on," he tells me, his usual big cheesy smile on his face.

Shikamaru rolls his eyes, dropping an arm around his girl and pulling her closer before whispering in her ear. Shino catches on right away, another pointed look shot at my ex before he turns towards me. "You want to do shots right?" He asks, a rare smile on his face as he looks at me.

"You know it! Why? Are you going to do one with me?"

"I'm going to get a plater for the table so I guess so."

I jump around in my chair, clapping my hands in excitement. "Yay! Shino is going to get lit with me!"

"No, I'm not, but I'll stay for a little longer than I planned to." I let out another round of excitement, getting a kiss pressed behind my ear by Shikaku, another rare smile from Shino, and a squeeze to my thigh by Inoichi.

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Shino waves once more from the door of the bar, I wave in return before he slips out of it, officially leaving me with the three chiefs. After a couple of drinks, Temari and Shikamaru left, not before he made it obvious what their home plans were; another flat attempt to piss me off. Choji left a little while after so he 'could be as fresh as a daisy for his date with Karui'.

     "Just another drink or two and then we can go home too, Sweet Girl," Shikaku tells me, his fingertips dipping down my back, sliding under the waistband of my skirt to play with the band of my panties. He toys with it for a while before tugging on it, inching it up to tighten it against my body.

     I space out, enjoying the feeling of Shikaku messing with me and the soft circles Inoichi rubs into my inner thigh, the conversation between the three chiefs going in one ear and out the other. When Shikaku is done messing with me, his hand falls to my thigh, moving it to spread my legs apart further.

     My eyes flicker up, settling in his face as I try to figure out what he's doing. His eyes shift down, looking back at me as he taps his fingers against my skin. Soon, Shikaku's head dips down too, being pressed to my ear. "One, make a single sound and I'll make you scream all night. Two, if you want to cum you still need to ask Inoichi for permission."

     "Commander," I whine softly, gripping his wrist as his hand slides off my leg, softly running across my panties, and quickly stirring up arousal. "Commander," I call a little louder, trying to shake his hand to get his attention. He ignores me, adding a bit of pressure to the circles he's drawing on my panties.

     I try closing my legs, squeezing his hand between my thighs. Shikaku's head snaps towards me, a warning look shoot my way. "Knock your shit off," he grumbles dipping his head down again, brushing a kiss to my lips before his focus shifts to my ear again. "I'm being nice by being discreet. I could not be discreet. I could walk us through the bar and drag you into the bathroom so everyone knows what's going on. I could fuck you in the alleyway like the leftovers my son seems to think you are. Or, you could be a Sweet Girl and leave your legs open."

     Slowly I let my legs fall open and Shikaku jumps right back in. His finger pokes at my whole, pushing my panties in a bit before he rubs at my clit again. "Shikaku," I hiss, biting back a moan.

     "Do you want me to let you guys go? It seems that my little clan mate is tired," chief Akimichi teases, chuckling at his joke.

     "No, she’s just being a drag right now," Shikaku grumbles, fingertips sliding over my panties, toying with me even more before two of his fingers dip into me. "She'll stop complaining in a couple of minutes. Just ignore her." Inoichi glances at him, Shikaku's eyes dropping down, followed by his friend's.

     A smug smile appears on Inoichi's face as he turns back towards the conversation. His fingers slide towards my cunt too, wasting no time sliding under my panties. It takes a moment but the men find their pace. Shikaku's fingers dip in, then pull out, my emptiness lasting less than a second before Inoichi's dip into me, then thrust out to repeat the cycle.

     My legs jerk around as my orgasm builds, my needs building even more as Shikaku starts rubbing my clit again. "Chief Yamanaka," I whine, my hands clinging to his arm, tugging him down so I can whisper in his ear. "Please? I want to cum."

     "No," he mutters, sitting up straight again.

     My nails dig into his arm, trying to tug him down again but this time I don't get what I want. "Inoichi," I hiss, my orgasm building up weaker than I can stop it. "Come on."

     They both ignore me, their focus fully on continuing their dumb conversation with chief Akimichi about the crop intake this year. I keep tugging in his arm, squirming and whiney between muffled moans and tongue bites to try and get his attention again. "Stop ignoring me!" I whisper angrily, hands jumping up to tug on his hair.

     Shikaku's free hand shoots forward, taking hold of my wrists and pressing them against my stomach. "Sweet Girl," he coos, back to whispering in my ear. "Try that shit again and I'll bend your ass over the table and beat it until it hurts to sit." The threat does it for me, my pussy clenching around the fingers he thrusted into on his turn. "What a drag," he mutters, tearing his fingers out of me.

     Inoichi looks a bit confused before he thrusts his fingers into me again. My disobedience is rewarded with a soft glare before he rubs his fingers through my folds, scooping up my mess. His fingers slide under my shirt, rubbing my mess into my stomach. When Shikaku catches on he does the same thing.

     Once my mess is finished being rubbed into my stomach, Inoichi stands up from his chair, followed by Shikaku standing and tugging me up with him. "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow," Inoichi says, goodbyes traded between all of us.

     Shikaku's hand falls to the waistband of my skirt again, toying with it as he leads me out of the bar. "Hey, toy," Inoichi mumbles, his hands grabbing my arms as we make our way through the crowded bar. "When we get back to the house, I'm going to punish you until you're crying for forgiveness," he whispers in my ear before letting me go. The thought makes me tingle, and the thought of me crying makes Shikaku's grip tighter. I’m sure his pants are just as tight thinning about my tearful babbling cries.

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[saikagerights]

A Walk on Sacred Ground- A  New Possession One Shot

I’M ALIVE!!!!

And back with a oneshot 9 months in the making. The same amount of time as a pregnancy, ya’ll. And it is finally here. There’s a lot that’s happened in the past year, but I finally managed to finish the continuation to the Sai Journal. Hopefully from this point forward I can continue to make strides in my Sai Journal, but until then, here’s me overcoming a large hurdle. 

Now available on AO3

Preview:

March 20th

The illustrious Yamanaka clan was a fundamental element of the strong foundation that Konohagakure had emerged, giving meaning to the deep ties they held to the land itself. Before the founding of the village, the ancient clan resided deep in the mountain, often  clashing with others that dared trespass upon their home. Among this came their union with what used to be their fiercest rivals, the neighboring Nara and Akimichi clans. Upon the establishment of Konoha, Hashirama Senju had drawn the lines of the village’s territory to extend right along the edge of Yamanaka's mountain home so they could utilize their skill of sensory and detect any outside threat to the young village. Despite their prior resolve to protect their land, the allure of village life eventually took hold of the clan, leading to their descent from the mountain and into settling within the bustle of the village’s central, where they would then further cooperate with the First Hokage and develop the first team of Konohan interrogators. But no matter how far they strayed from the mountain, it would always be home to the Yamanaka. The clan’s elders along with the head vowed to protect their land, even if that meant warding off oblivious civilians who may have accidentally trespassed upon the grounds.

In recent years, the village along with the sacred spot had been on the receiving end of devastation, leaving the land devoid of the life that once flourished. The sacred ground was not the only thing missing from the honorable clan, however. The life of the 15th generation clan head, Inoichi Yamanaka, had been tragically lost during the battle waged in the fourth great shinobi war, leaving his well acclaimed legacy to be inherited to his only daughter, Ino. She had attained the position of clan at the youthful and inexperienced age of 17, a transfer that prompted the scorn of many within the family that believed her too young or unfit for the vast responsibility ahead of her. This did little to dissuade the girl, very eager to honor her late father and prove her naysayers wrong.

She decided to begin her leadership with her clan’s most cherished site. Much like her ancestors, she knew very well the ground’s meaning to her family, and held precious memories of the time she had spent there with her father. The land she inherited however, had been completely unrecognizable; barren soil and no plants or animals were in sight. Any sign of life had been undetected by any sensory jutsu. That was the beginning of her vow to restore the beauty and grandeur to the sacred spot that her lineage had sought to protect for generations. Utilizing the numbers of her clansmen and her own vast proficiency in botany, she enacted a project that would breathe life back into the land and worked tirelessly to complete it. After two years of immense effort, the grounds had only just shown signs of its return to former glory, something the young Yamanaka clan head could only be proud of. And she was sure her father would be proud as well.

“-and that is pretty much why I decided to bring you up here.”

This fic ended up being over 4k, so I’m only posting a small chunk of it here. The rest can be found here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33311626

Thanks for all of your patience

-Saikage

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Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki

Minato trudged down the worn dirt road, his sandals dragging in the mud as he sloshed through the rainy roadways. Around him, the rain whirled in thick sheets, drenching the exhausted ninja and chilling him to his very bones. The sky above him was stormy and grey, filled with thunderclouds that burst with occasional strikes of lightning, jagged white lines that snaked through the heavens and illuminated the weary ninja slowly walking through the village of Konoha. It was the early hours of the morning, and he was alone as he made his way home, his only companion his shadow bobbing along in the mute lighting of the crackling electricity above. With a small sigh, he flicked his bangs out of his face. He then paused to turn his face up to the roiling heavens above.

How long has it been? He thought as his blue eyes gazed at the grayness above. Six months? Seven? He wasn’t sure. He had been gone a long time, that was for sure. That was the life of a Jonin— to be sent away for months on end. Minato had spent many nights in the pouring rain, but as he stood there in the streets he knew so well, he felt like years of weariness and toil were being washed away, carried away by the thick streams of water washing across the earth. It doesn’t matter. I’m home, he thought with a small smile, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the rain streaming down his face in soft, cold rivulets. I’m home. 

With a grunt, he adjusted his rain-sodden pack on his shoulder and continued stomping through the mud, his head down as he continued down the road. He didn’t even have to think about it as he marched on. His feet carried them on their own, straight on, then a left, and a right, and another right, to the house in the heart of the village that he knew so well. He climbed the steps, his dirty shoes tracking mud over the metal stairway as he came to the second story. As he stopped in front of the door, panting slightly from the long, lonely walk through the wind and rain, he reached for the doorknob. As his hand met the cold, cold metal, he hesitated. 

Seven. It's definitely been seven months, he concluded. How much had changed since then? The village hadn’t changed much, it seemed. The same trees, their leaves shaking in the storm winds and flashing their greenness with every lightning burst. The same streets, made of the orange-brown dirt that swelled with water with every storm. The same shops, the pub on the main road where he drank sake with Jiraiya, the old ramen shop with the friendly old man that treated Minato too well, Yamanaka Flowers, where Inoichi's wife sold beautiful flowers, the bookstore on the corner that Kushina loved to frequent. 

Kushina.

Was she beyond the door? Kushina was a ninja, too, but the life was hard on women. It was hard for them to be separated from their beloved for so long. Part of Minato feared that it had become too much for her, and in his long absence, she had moved on. 

No. Not my Kushina, he thought with a frown and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open quietly. It creaked slightly in protest as he stepped inside, making a puddle on the doormat as the rainwater streamed dripped profusely from his soaking wet clothes, skin, and hair. He blinked in the gloom, attempting to decipher what his eyes were seeing. He shut the door behind him as he glanced around. The house looked the same, at least. Grunting as he stretched his sore muscles, he leaned down to pull his muddy boots off his feet, leaving them beside the door. He froze, fingers twitching. Those are Kushina's shoes, he thought with a tiny smile. He had been afraid for nothing. 

Quietly so as not to wake his likely sleeping wife, he padded softly through the house, leaving wet footprints in his wake as he crossed to the back of the house. He found the door to the bedroom slightly ajar, and it made not a sound as he gently pushed it open to peer inside. His heart stopped. 

Kushina. My Kushina, he thought as every breath left his body. She was lying on her back in the bed, her face turned toward him. Even in the dark, he could see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed softly. Moonlight streamed in through the window, making her that red hair that blazed like fire shine with heavenly light. Without thinking, Minato crossed the room, leaving a trail of water across the wooden floor as he took a strand of that gorgeous hair and held it to his lips, kissing it softly. The scent wafted up into his nose. She smells like sunshine, he thought. Minato was pretty sure that sunshine didn’t have a smell, but that is what he always thought. 

He frowned when those soft strands fell limp in his fingers, drenched with water. It was then that he realized how utterly soaked he was, and he dropped Kushina's hair to pull back. He was cold, too, shivering slightly. Or was it simply that he was so overcome with emotion to see her? He wasn’t quite sure. Still, he knew he would catch cold in this state, so he snuck out of the room to slip down the hall into the bathroom. He didn’t bother turning on the lights, as the sparse moonlight was enough. He set his sodden pack down on the sink and sighed deeply, pulling off his vest and shirt and glancing up at himself in the mirror. 

Reflected in the glass, Minato was shining silver, too, his blonde hair stark white in the shining light. He could see the various scars across his body so clearly in the soft moonlight. Several of them were new, earned on his latest venture. Some of them weren’t even scars at all, but wounds that were still healing, red gashes against his pale white skin. That was the life he chose, and these were his badges of honor. 

Minato grabbed a towel off the towel rack with a heavy sigh and stuffed his face in it. It's been so long since I’ve smelled clean linen, he thought dryly as he paused to breathe in the scent of fresh laundry detergent. He lifted his face, looking back up in the mirror, and was shocked to see a bloom of red in the silver and white canvas reflection. 

“Minato?” Kushina asked quietly. Her green eyes were silver pools as they gazed wide at him, staring at him through the reflection of the smooth glass. His mouth softened into a smile as soon as his eyes landed on her. Kushina… He tore his gaze away from the mirror, turning around to look at her. She was even more beautiful in person. She seemed to glow in the moonlight, her frame outline by pure light; standing there, she looked nothing short of a radiant goddess, come down from heaven to bless the undeserving man. All he could do was stare, muted by the emotion rising inside of him. Kushina closed the distance between them, her small hands reaching up to pull the towel from him and begin dabbing at his water-covered chest and arms. “You reckless man, walking through a storm like that. You’ll catch cold, you know,” she tutted, shaking her head. 

“Hmm. Can't help it decided to rain,” he smirked down at her. It felt nice, the fluffy cotton gently running over his cold skin as she softly soaked up the water. She wasn’t looking at him, so absorbed in her work, but Minato's eyes were captivated by her. He had thought about her so much while he was away; she had been his anchor, his lifeline, the only thing to get him through the long, cold nights fraught with danger. So many times he had been close to death, but it was she who spurred him on. Knowing that she was here, waiting for him, was the one thing that kept him going. With her lips slightly pursed, she raised her arms to drop the towel into his golden hair, ruffling it slightly as she dried his signature locks. Finally, her eyes met his, and she stopped moving. Blue eyes gazed into green ones, and so many unspoken words passed between. Minato reached up to pull her hands down, bringing her fingers to his mouth to kiss them. How he had missed those slim, perfect fingers. 

“You’re home,” she whispered, and as tears formed in the corners of her eyes, he let one of her hands go to brush them away with his thumb.

“I’m home,” he confirmed softly. Like they were pulled together by magnets, their faces drew close, and their eyes drifted shut as their lips met. She tasted even sweeter than he remembered. His hand rose to her cheek, angling his head as he kissed her slowly, lovingly. Kushina. My sunshine, he thought happily as his hand traveled to the back of her head, and he tangled his fingers into that fiery red hair that blazed brighter than the sun. She rested her hands against his bare chest, her fingers running over the scars there. When he pulled back, she was smiling happily. 

“I missed you,” she sighed as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, laying her head against his chest. Minato held her tightly as he propped his chin on the top of her head.

“I missed you too,” he murmured as he smiled into her hair. Sunshine, he thought again as he breathed in deeply. 

I’m home…

Enjoy this oneshot? Here’s Part II! Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

[13as07]

Sweet Girl #4

(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to unknown; I couldn’t find the artist :( ]

Requested by: All You Horn-Dogs (I’m kidding. I love you all. Please keep requesting stories)

Word Count: 3,742

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Age Gap (duh)

Threesome (Also, duh)

Nick Names: Toy, Chief, Commander, Sweet Girl, Spoiled Brat, Sweets, Bitch, Asshole, Daddy

Titty Fondling

Soft and Hard Dom

Grinding

Begging (ish)

Spanking

Dacryphilia

Threats of Violence (?) "I'll keep beating your ass until it bleeds"

Slight Degrading

Hair Pulling

Titty/Face Shot

Cum Eating (? Idk I suck at warnings)

Smoking

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     My nerves are trickling down to my pussy, my thighs chilly from the cold air of the night, and my mess that’s still present. My anticipation only gets worse when Inoichi pushes me against the front door, yelps from Shikaku to be gentle following the movements. "I can't wait to destroy you, my pretty toy." The Chief's hands wander under my shirt, squeezing my breasts as he grinds his boner against my ass.

"You're being too rough, Ino. Break your toys, not mine," the Commander continues to complain, shrugging his friend off of me. Shikaku nuzzles my neck with his nose, his hand busy trying to unlock his front door. "Don't worry, Sweet Girl. I won't let him be too rough."

"Promise?"

"Of course not," Shikaku chuckles in my ear, a hand wrapping around my waist when he pushes the door open. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't share? A good friend shares everything, even the youthful cunt of their favorite girl."

My pussy tingles even more when both men laugh at me, the Commander's fingers sliding past my waistband to toy with my soaked panties. I'm ushered into the house, a second pair of hands clinging to me as I'm steered down the hallway, towards the bedrooms. As promised, music blares from Shikaku's son's room, covering his eventful night.

     The music is cut off when I'm led into Shika's room, the door slamming closed behind the three of us. I twitch around as I'm poked and prodded at, hands tumbling all over my body. At least until I'm shoved on the bed, then pushed around until I'm laid how they like. "How pretty," Inoichi coos, pushing my head into the mattress and his free hand shoving at my back so my ass is propped in the air. "I can't wait to beat your ass."

"Chief Yamanaka," I whine, trying to squirm out from under his hold.

"Don't start whimpering now. You weren't whining when you disobeyed me and came on your new daddy's fingers," the Chief grumbles, pulling his hands away from me to start undoing his belt.

I go to sit up, but Shikaku's hands replace his friends, fingers tangled in my hair, shoving my cheek into our blankets and the other one on my back, keeping my ass in the air. "Be my Sweet Girl and take your punishment. The better you behave, the sooner it'll be over."

My Commander's cooing is followed by his friend tugging my panties down my legs, disapproving clicks of his tongue filling my ears. "Look how soaked you are. What a desperate, fertile young lady you are."

"Inoichi," I whine, squirming around again. "Don't say that."

"Why not?" He asks, tone cautious, and his hands massaging my hips as Shikaku's hands rub my back and my scalp.

"It makes me uncomfortable," I murmur, settling back into the position I was placed in.

"Sorry, Sweetheart," Inoichi coos, littering my back with kisses before he stands up straight again. "It won't get you out of your punishment though."

I let out another whine, rubbing my face against the bed. "Meanie."

"Spoiled brat. You have a spoiled brat, Shikaku. He turned you into a brat," the Chief grumbles, his belt snapping as he rips it off, the sound making me rub my thighs together.

Inoichi rubs my ass, kneading my flesh, Commander following his lead and rubbing me again.

Smack

"Fuck, ow. Chief," I whine, trying - and failing - to shoot up from my spread-out position.

"You're fine. Stop whining," Chief grumbles, rubbing the sore spot on my butt.

Smack, smack. Smack, smack.

"Chief," I whimper again, my back being pushed down by Shikaku as I squirm around.

Smack, smack, smack. Smack, smack, smack.

"Come on, Chief," I cry, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have listened."

"I don't believe your half-assed apology," he grumbles, fingers making my ass sting as he toys with me.

Shikaku uses his hold on my head to pick up my head, pressing kisses right under my eyes. "You're okay, Sweet Girl. You're doing so good," he coos, his legs shifting to adjust his growing boner.

"You're babying her again," Chief grumbles, rolling his eyes at his friend.

Smack, smack, smack.

"Apologies, beg me to stop, or else I'll keep beating your ass until it bleeds."

"Inoichi," Commander grumbles, his tone warning and eyes sharp as he glares at the man behind me.

Chief Yamanaka groans out an apology, rubbing my ass again before he goes back to spanking me.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Chief!" I yelp, shifting my ass down. These spanks were more spaced out but hurt more than the rest, making my tears spill down to cheeks. My attempt to move away doesn't work, Inoichi's hand settling on my hip, lifting my ass again. "I'm sorry. I won't cum again without permission, I promise. I'm really sorry. Please?"

"There's a Sweetheart," he hums, kneading my sensitive ass again.

Shikaku is buzzing next to me, releasing me long enough to shift his hands to my waist. "Fuck, Sweet Girl," he mumbles, sliding me on top of him. "You're so pretty when you cry," he praises, his hands shifting further down, both men toying with my sore cheeks.

"That hurts, I'm sore, you two are being mean," I whine, my tears trickling off my face, dripping onto the Commander's cheeks.

"Damn it, Sweet Girl," he groans again, using his hold on my butt to force my hips against his, grinding me against his boner. Shikaku lifts his head a bit, his tongue sliding out, running across my cheeks to collect my tears.

"You're hogging her," Inoichi grumbles, gripping my hips and tugging me off of my... boyfriend?... before flopping down on the bed next to him. I'm positioned reverse cowgirl, my hips moving again but grinding on the Chief this time. "Shikaku is right though, you are pretty, with your ass all red. Damn it Shika, why'd you have to get to her first?"

Commander chuckles, his hand snaking over to start toying with my clit, rubbing soft and slow circles into it. "I'm just better than you."

"You're just a pushover," Inoichi laughs back, shoving me off his boner, causing my face to fall into the sheets again. "Shikaku? You should go get the kitchen timer."

"Why?" We both ask; my tone curious and Commander's warning, his eyes flickering down to me. "Don't you think you've been rough enough, Inoichi?"

Chief lets out a sigh loud enough that it almost covers the sound of his pants being tugged down. "Always the sensitive one, aren't you Shikaku? Once I get off I'll get out of your hair, then you can coddle your 'sweet girl' all you want," he mocks, getting another pointed look from the Commander.

"Inoichi - "

"She'll be fine. Hell, I'll even be nice and give her four minutes instead of two."

Shikaku grumbles under his breath but does leave the room, going to collect the kitchen timer I assume. "Chief?"

"Sweetheart?" He hums, gripping my hips to tug me backward. The tip of his dick toys with me, just barely poking in me before being pulled out again.

"What's the timer for?"

"We're going to play a game." That doesn't sound good, at least not coming from the Chief. "You, Sweetheart, get four minutes to ride me. If you make me cum, you win."

     "And if I don't? If I don't win?"

     A soft chuckle comes from the older man, his blonde hair tickling my cheeks as his lips brush against my neck. "Shikaku's sweet, sweet girl. You're a smart girl, I'm pretty confident you can think of a thing or two that'll happen if you fall." He's right, I can, and it sends shivers down my spine. My body shifting from the shivers gets me a reward of more laughs. "I love how responsive you are, Sweetheart."

     "And I would quite like it if you didn't cling to my Sweet Girl so much," Shikaku's voice spills into the room, a smile crossing my lips when my eyes lock on him in the doorway. Jealousy? Waves off of him as he looks at us. "I've already stated you've been too rough with her today. Dial it back." Wrong, not jealousy, protectiveness.

     Inoichi grumbles, his dick slamming into me as my hips are pulled down. "Just start the timer. Four minutes."

     The Commander rolls his eyes but does click the timer on. He settles it in front of me, propped on the bed so I can watch it tick away. "Be a Sweet Girl," he coos, his hands cupping my face, tilting it so he can brush kisses across my face.

     My hands jump up, wrapping around Shikaku's wrists as I shift myself around, settling into a seated position. My bounces are slow, my ass aching every time I settle back in Chief's lap, and my pussy feels raw from the constant use it's been getting recently. "You have to live faster than that, Sweet Girl. You're just going to edge him doing that," he guides, pulling away an inch or two so our eyes can lock.

     "I can't," I whine, picking up my pace a bit, the added soreness causing my eyes to fill with tears.

     "Damn it, Sweets. You are making it very hard on me right now," Shika grumbles, thumbs rubbing away my tears as his eyes scree shut.

     "Use her mouth, it's not good for anything but whining anyway," Chief grumbles, his breath picking up as he flops on the bed, lying on his back.

     "I guess I could," Shika mumbles, his hand gripping my hair. "Sweets, be sweet for me and open your mouth." I obey, letting my mouth fall open as I watch him tug his dick out of his pants. He wastes no time, shoving his cock down my throat and making me gag on him.

     My mind is torn between moving my hips fast enough to make Inoichi finish and focusing on sucking on and not accidentally nicking Shikaku. The ticking of the clock only makes everything worse, reminding me that if the Chief doesn't finish my ass is going to get beat again. It doesn't help that I can't look at the timer to see how much time I have left, my head bobbing up and down Commander's dick making that impossible.

     The sound of the room is intoxicating. The slushing of my pussy gushing and my mouth sliding around. Inoichi's huffs and grunts, Shikaku's praises and puffs, it's all too much, I can feel my orgasm building, threatening to snap before I even have the chance to ask for permission.

      Right as I'm about to break, the timer goes off, shooting sparks of dread down to my stomach as it buzzes. Before I can process what's happening, I'm left empty, hoisted out of the bed, and suddenly clinging to Shikaku. "You did so good, Sweet Girl," he whispers into my ear, nuzzling the side of my face.

     "Come on," the Chief groans, slowly sitting up. "You're ruining my game. Give her back."

     "No, I already told you. You're being too rough. She's done with your dumb punishments for the day." Commander's hold on me tightens once his sentence is out, the men butting heads - and glares as they test each other's will to dominate.

     Inoichi sighs, flapping back in the bed, and signifying Shikaku's win. "Fine," he groans, nodding his head back and forth. "You baby her too goddamn much."

     "No I'm not, am I Sweets?" Commander gushes, littering my face with a dozen kisses. "I'm not babying you. Inoichi is just a hardass."

     "Am not!" He bickers, Chief snapping upright as I'm lowered to the ground, placed on my knees once again.

      "Be a Sweet Girl," Commander tells me for the millionth time, his hand placed under my chin, filling my head up. "Take your shirt off so Chief Yamanaka and I can cover your pretty face and chest, okay? You're going to look absolutely wonderful drenched in our sticky cum, aren't you?"

     My hands instantly go to my shirt, working it up my body as my thighs rub and my head shakes rapidly. "Who's a Sweet Girl? Who's my Sweet Girl?" Shika coddles, praising me for my eager obedience.

     "At least I still get to cum," Inoichi grumbles, climbing to his feet to stand next to his friend, both men towering over me as they start to stroke themselves.

     I arch myself so my chest is puffed out, my tongue hanging out of my mouth as I wait to be covered. My position gets me praises, even from Chief, which makes my pussy tingle more. It doesn't take long for them to finish, Inoichi before Shikaku does. I'm coated in their cum, like I was promised. Some spilling onto my chest, some coating my face, dripping down my cheeks to join the majority covering my titties.

     "Please?" I whine, desperately rubbing my legs together, the warm stickiness of the two men sliding over my skin making my earlier teased orgasm even worse.

     "I guess you can cum," Inoichi says, the glint in his eyes tipping me off that this won't be so easy. He bends down, scooping me up in his arms. "But not tonight since I've 'been too rough with you'. You need your rest." And there it is. Both men chuckle at my whines, kisses being pressed into both sides of my neck; Chief on the left and Commander on the right. "You'll be fine, Spoiled Brat. You can finish first thing tomorrow morning, I promise."

     "Your promise isn't worth much to me," I mutter, tilting my head to rest it on top of Shikaku's.

     Another round of laughter spills from the men, Commander carefully taking me from his friend's arms before goodbyes are traded among all of us. "Let's get you cleaned up, take a shower, and then go to bed, Sweet Girl," Shika mumbles, his tongue already sliding over my cheeks, cleaning up the mess the two men left behind.

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     "There you are, Sweetheart. I was looking for you all over," Inoichi mutters into my ear, his hands on my shoulders as he presses a kiss to the side of my head. "I started to worry that old lug left you at home."

     "Nope, I'm here to suffocate in boredom," I answer, tipping my head to look up at the Yamanaka Chief.

     Lord Sixth is having a meeting about Lord knows what with the Chiefs of the village, which requires Shikaku as both the Chief of his clan and the Lord's adviser to attend. Shikamaru, on the other hand, joined to start his training to take over the clan and his father's role as the Hokage's advisor.

Besides my relationship with Shikaku - and being his bragged about arm candy - there’s not really a reason I’m here. He swears it’s to help with the stress these meetings bring him, but I think he’s just clingy. It’s a weird shift from his unattached son who didn’t seem to care where I was or what I did as long as it wasn’t with Shino or Naruto. It’s nice having someone who wants to know what you’re doing, and who wants you by their side.

“Did Ino come with you tonight?” I ask, trying to have any kind of conversation that doesn’t have to do with numbers or percentages for once tonight.

Inoichi lets out a small chuckle, a smile on his face as he shakes his head. “No, she did not. I swear that girl has no interest in taking over the clan. Though, she has shown great promise to one day take over the Barrier Team, so I suppose I cannot be too upset. What about you?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, scanning the crowd for Shikaku. Maybe I’m the one that’s grown clingy.

“I mean with your life. If you do stay with Shikaku, if you marry, become the Chiefess, you’ll only be what? You’ll be in your thirties, forties when he retires? What will you do with the rest of your life?”

I think over his questions for a moment, even though it hurts. They’re not unusual questions to me, they’re similar ones I got while I was with Shikamaru, to an extent. But now… they just… feel different. Having Inoichi paint it like I’m with his friend to fulfill the life I was promised by Shikamaru leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Is that what people think I’m doing? Is that why I’m so entranced in the Commander? Because he’s safe? Because not a lot changes between being with his son and being with him?

“I don’t know if I will spend my life with Shikaku,” I mutter, scanning the crowd for him again. “If I do, he has already done the family thing, so I doubt we’d ever have kids. Even if he does one day wish to marry me, I will not say yes until he retires. This generation already has a chiefess, they have Yoshino. The Nara Clan will not have another chiefess until Shikamaru is wed. As for retiring, my clan believes in leaving the Shinobi serves earlier than most. Do not tempt fate and make room for the next generation to spread their wings kind of thing, you know?”

Inoichi hums softly, his hands massaging my shoulders as he thinks over my answer. “I do not think Yoshino would be angry if you became chiefess.”

“I don’t think so either, but it is how I wish to respect her life. She was important to me, even if my actions tend to make people believe otherwise.”

Chief Yamanaka stays silent, his hands slowly falling to cling to the dips of my elbows. “Sweetheart,” he finally whispers in my ear, his hands rubbing my arms. “The… things I have done to… to you… they do not change my care for you. I may know Shikaku will never purposely make you feel trapped, but I also know when he gets attached he… he gets really attached. Do not feel trapped because of the decisions you have made.”

I know the words are meant with care and are meant to comfort me - and they do - but I can’t help but tease the man. “I hope it changes how you care a little bit, Chief Yamanaka, or else there’s going to be some real sticky issues.”

He lets out an airy laugh, another kiss planted to the side of my head and another shoulder squeeze paired with it. “Perhaps I care about you a bit differently than I have before, yes. For now, I should go mingle with my fellow chiefs. Just keep in mind, Sweetheart, there is never an expiration on my offer. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

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     Shikaku's soft humming wraps around me, the bored-with-life Shinobi strolling behind me as I shoot forward. His equally bored but a lot more pissy son strolls next to him, occasionally sending daggers my way as I move around the road.

There's still some hurt feeling between Shikamaru and me - him more than me, but I still think he's going to do excellent taking over for his father in the coming years. I will admit, sleeping with his dad and forming... whatever I am with Shikaku probably wasn't the most appropriate decision of my life. Despite that, I wouldn't change it and still hold strong in my thoughts that Shikamaru doesn't get a say in what I do anymore; even if Shikaku is his dad.

"Come on, slowpokes," I yell at them, hopping up the first step to their apartment complex.

"Hold your horses, Sweet Girl," Shikaku mumbles, his hand wrapping around my waist to tug me off the steps. "I want a cigarette before I go inside."

"Fine," I groan, letting him lead me around the side of the building.

"Are you coming Shikamaru?" He husks out, eyes glancing toward his son. "If not, you are more than welcome to wait for me inside."

Shikamaru shoves his hands into his pockets, eyes glancing between me and the side as he rolls his shoulders. "Ya, I should probably have a smoke before bed. I'll be antsy if I don't," he murmurs, rolling his shoulders once more before he trails after us.

Shikaku settles in one of the shadows cast by the building, his back pressed against the brick material. I mimic his position, leaning against the wall too. Shikamaru stalls for a moment, eyes flickering between his dad and me before he mirrors the two of us, leaning against the wall next to me.

"Addicts," I tease, tilting my head up to watch the melting colors of the sunset. Shikaku snakes his arm over my hips again, letting it rest loosely around me as his fingers toy with my side, occasionally dipping his fingertips into me as if he's trying to remind me he's there.

"You smoke too. Socially, at least," Shikamaru mumbles, a cigarette already resting between his lips, hands cupping the end as he lights it.

     "You do?" Shikaku asks, head tilting to the side to look at me, his hand busy placing a cigarette between his lips as well. I hum a yes, using the tip of my shoe to toy with dirt. "Do you want one?"

     "She doesn't smoke menthols," Shikamaru butts in before I can answer, rolling his eyes as he tilts his pack toward me. "She doesn't smoke my brand either but 'they're better than menthols' or whatever you used to bitch at me," he grumbles, eyes cast away from me as I slide one of the sticks out of the box.

     "You two need to stop smoking," I gently lecture, once again mimicking them, placing the cancer stick between my lips.

     "Says you," Shikamaru continues to groan, arm stretched out and his lighter flicked on to light my smoke for me.

     Quite falls over us, leaving the space so silent that if it wasn't for the three lines of smoke filling the air I wouldn't be sure whether this moment was real or not.

     "I'm not calling you mom," Shikamaru whispers, finally breaking the silence.

     "I wouldn't expect you to."

     He lets out a sigh, his head tumbling down to rest on my shoulder. "You're still a bitch."

     "You're still an asshole."

     "I know."

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[chocolatetheoristcloudx2]

There isn't enough Shikaku and Inochi Smut out there 😒

Sweet Girl #3

(Shikaku Nara & Inoichi Yamanaka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to 1ndi g0]

Requested by: The Pope

Word Count: 4,049

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Threesome (duh)

Name Calling: Sweet Girl, Chief, Toy, Sweetheart, Commander, Good Girl, Leftovers

Like a 20 year age-gap (also, duh and for both parties)

Hickeys/Biting/Bite Marks

Hair-pulling

Fingering (Female Receiving)

Titty Playing

Choking

Orgasm Denial

Cum eating (but not really I guess??? Be warned or whatever lmao)

Daddy Issues (obviously, it's the underlining cause of wanting older men)

Exhibitionism

Humiliation (Semi, like super small amount)

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I'm hoisted up, settled on my knees on Shikaku's desk before he repositions me. I'm shifted around, legs dangling over the edge of the desk with my back facing the Commander. He hums softly in my ear, cooing at me as his hands grope at my breasts and his heartbeat thumps against my spine. "You're going to be great. You're perfect, Sweet Girl."

Inoichi looks like he's going to vibrate out of his skin as he walks back toward the desk, eyes locked on me and chest pumping like crazy. The closer he gets, the further down Shikaku's hands fall. By the time Inoichi is a step or two away from me, his friend is gripping my thighs, tugging them apart. "Hello," Inoichi says, cooing at me like I'm a rabbit that's going to dash at the sign of trouble.

     "Hello," I say back, tilting my head back so I can look up at him. "Are you going to stand there and watch Shikaku feel me up or are you going to touch me too, Chief?" My eyes flutter down for a second, taking a peak at his growing hard-on before resting on his face.

     The Chief's face flashes for a second before he moves forward, sliding between my parted legs. I close them around him, his hip bones digging into the flesh of my thighs as I keep him in place.

     What the hell am I doing? I'm about to have a threesome, that's what I'm doing. I'm going to get poked and prodded at by the Nara Chief, again, and the Yamanaka Chief. How'd I end up here?

     Shikaku's lips brush down my back, trialing soft kisses down my spine as his hands crawl up my sides. "You look so pretty," he whispers into my skin, using his thumbs to rub circles against my rib cage. "Don't you think she looks pretty, Ino?"

     "Uh... ya," Inoichi mumbles, his eyes trailing across the curves and dips of my body now. His sights land on my chest where small blotches of pink and purple are decorating my skin because of the events of the week. "You leave hickeys like an amateur," he mutters to his friend, hands slowly moving forward to cup my breasts.

     His eyes jump up, the analysis, well, analyzing how I react to his touches. Inoichi's hands start gentle, groping at my boobs, gently squeezing them as his fingers dip into my skin. Soon, his hands aren't so gentle anymore. "H... hey," I whine, tugging a soft smile on the Chief's face as pinches my nipples. I swear, what is with these men and pinching me?

     "You're so soft," Inoichi praises, his head dipping toward me. His lips brush against mine in a testing kiss before clashing against me. When he twists my nipples, I let out an audible whine, the sound getting trapped in his mouth. "And so responsive," he continues to coo, pulling away and twisting again.

     "Don't do that. You're going to hurt her," Shikaku grumbles, sliding his hands under his friend's, effectively shoving Inoichi's hold off of my chest. "I didn't invite you to join so you could break my toy," he adds, his hands softly massaging my aching nipples.

     Chief rolls his eyes at his friend before his focus settles on me again. "Since Shika wants to baby you, let's try something else, okay Sweetheart?"

     "I'm not babying her," the Commander grumbles again, his kisses slowly making their way across my shoulders, beelining for my neck.

     Inoichi ignores his lifelong friend, rolling his eyes at him as he undoes his pants. Once he's free from his pants, the Chief rests his dick against my thigh, heat rolling off of him and warming up the spot he's softly grinding against.

     One of his hands clumsy finds my hair, balling it up in his grasp before tugging my head backward. That gets him another lecture about being gentle that he once again ignores. "I want your eyes to stay on me alright? Do you think you can do that?" He asks, his fingertips ghosting over my core, making my pussy ache for attention.

     "Yes Chief," I answer, shifting my hips forward in hopes of getting some of the attention I'm craving. I get what I want, two fingers dipped into me. My mouth falls open a bit and my eyes widen from the touch, a silent moan testing my lungs.

"Dear Lord," he mutters, eyes fluttering around my face as he sets a slow pace.

"I told you she was pretty," Shikaku peeps up, his hand falling to my pussy too, fingertips rubbing against my clit. His free hand jumps up, clinging to my throat and giving it a soft squeeze before climbing up to my face and cupping my cheeks. "Wider, Sweet Girl. Show Inoichi that sweet face you make when you want to suck my dick."

I do as I'm told, opening my mouth and letting my tongue slide out. Inoichi lets out a hissy breath, his fingers picking up their pace. His head dips down for a second, lips brushing against my ear as he talks. "Your face would be even prettier covered in my cum, do you know that?"

"Yes, Chief Yamanaka," I murmur, my mind going numb from the two men helping my orgasm build.

My answer gets me an approving hum. "Let's test our Shikaku's toy," he mumbles, curling his fingers a few times before pulling them out of me. Inoichi's fingers are shoved into my mouth, thrusting in and out of my mouth. "Be a 'sweet girl' and suck yourself off my fingers," he orders, mocking Shikaku's nickname for me. Again, I do as I'm told, sucking my juices of his fingers as my tongue rubs against them.

The Commander replaces his friend, three of his fingers thrusting into me as his thumb continues toying with my clit. I moan around Inoichi, my thighs pressed against him harder as my orgasm threatens to tip over. "No, you don't get to finish," he tells me, ripping his fingers out of my mouth before tugging Shikaku's touch from my pussy.

"Hey!" I pout, my hands shooting forward to grip his shirt. "That's not fair. You're being mean."

"I'm not being mean. I'm just not spoiling you as Shikaku does. You'll survive," he tells me, the hand in my hair going gentle and massaging my scalp. The hand not in my hair grips his dick, lining it up to me. Inoichi tests the waters, poking his tip in and out of me two or three times. His hand tightens in my hair again as he pushes himself in me, slowly inching until the whole of him is stretching me out. "Be a good toy and watch," he orders, using his grip on my hair to move my sight down to our connection.

As Inoichi fucks me, Shikaku goes back to playing with my tits. He tugs on my nipples, making them ache before he lets go of them, so they bounce in the way he likes. He praises me too, like I've grown used to over the past couple of days. "You're doing so good, Sweet Girl. Look at you, taking Inoichi so well. I'm so proud of you! You're doing amazing. Do you hear me? Are you paying attention?"

"Yes... yes, Commander," I stumble out, my focus on his friend repeatedly disappearing into me.

The sight makes me clench, getting another hissed breath from Inoichi. "Damn it, if you keep doing that I'm... damn it, toy," he groans, snapping my head back up as his body weight leans against me, and in turn, I lean into Shikaku.

Inoichi's head hurries into my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin into my throat. "That hurts," I whine, my hands climbing up his shirt to grab hold of his long blonde hair. I pull on the strands, trying to get him to detach as the pain of his bite blossoms faster. "Chief Yamanaka. Let go," I continue to whine, tugging on his ponytail again as tears prickle my eyes.

He huffs but does release my skin from between his teeth. "You've turned her into a crybaby," Inoichi grumbles, causing a smile to form in Shikaku's kisses.

"Well, ya. I like it when she cries."

"Pervert," the Chief mumbles, kisses coating the bite mark I'm sure is present on my neck. "Are you on birth control, toy?"

"Yes, Chief," I mumble, loosening my hold on his hair but not letting it go.

     "That's a good girl. Good girl," he coos, his thrusts getting sloppy, quickly followed by the warmth of his cum filling me. Despite Inoichi finishing, he keeps pumping into me, shoving his semen deeper into me for another couple of thrusts. "Good... good girl," he mumbles again, resting against me, his soaked cock pressed into my thigh again, coating my skin with our mixed mess.

      "Good job. You did such a good job. You're so sweet," Shikaku coos, not-so-secretly trying to shove his friend off of me. Someone is impatient for their turn. "Are you going to be sweet for me too? I bet you are, I know you are," he continues, getting an eye roll from Inoichi.

     Hands from both of the men wander over me, groping at my chest, my legs, my hair, and my neck, as they switch places. Inoichi settles in the desk chair, a hand massaging my waist as the other leans my head back. "Keep your eyes on me again, okay?"

     "Yes, Chief." I think Inoichi likes being the center of attention.

     Shikaku settles on his knees, arms tucked under my legs as he litters my legs in kisses. "You're going to make her rotten if you keep spoiling her," Inoichi tells him, tugging me backward a bit.

     "So? You think she's too young for me, so what do you care?" Shikaku bites back, pulling me forward before dipping his head, set on going down on me despite his friend's mess still very present on and in me.

"Well, I can't bitch at you about it anymore," Inoichi grumbles, sinking his teeth into me again. This time he focuses on littering my shoulders with bite marks instead of my shoulder.

Shikaku starts on my thigh, licking up the mess left behind by the Yamanaka Chief before he switches to my pussy. "You'd taste a lot better with my cum leaking out of you," he mumbles, sliding his tongue through my folds before dipping into my hole. He laps at me, cleaning me out and occasionally teasing my clit.

"Commander," I whine, sliding my hands through the neatly laid out roots of his hair before colliding with his ponytail.

He hums in acknowledgment, eyes glancing up as he laps at me again, a long slow line being pressed into my pussy. "Commander," I call again, my orgasm building up.

Shikaku chuckles, pulling away from me and letting my orgasm clash away, not in a good way for once. "You heard Inoichi. You don't get to finish," he chuckles, plopping a kiss on my clit before softly sucking on it. "If you want to finish you have to wait for him to tell you so."

I pout as Shikaku climbs to his feet, the two older men chuckling as I squirm around. "I got to get going, I told Ino I'd met her for dinner," Inoichi murmurs, gripping my chest roughly as his fingers dig into my skin, threatening to decorate them with more bruises. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

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     I almost skip down the street in excitement, Shikaku and Inoichi in tow behind me. If I've learned one thing through messing with an older man, more so a chief, it's that he has deep pockets and an inability to tell me no. Hence, the sulky man and his retriever friend following me down the road to the bar.

     They insisted on inviting Choza. Probably not the best idea to invite my chief but he is their friend, so it is what it is. Plus, it means I had the opening to invite Shino to come drink too. Aside from Naruto, Shino is one of my closest friends, and unlike Naruto, he can handle his alcohol relatively well.

     My closeness to the polar opposites is also why they were brought up in my fight with Shikamaru. He always insisted that something must be going on between one of them and me. Talk about a guilty conscience, huh?

     "Shino!" I cheer when the moody shinobi falls into view. "Shino! Shino! Shino!" I continue, slamming him into a hug, a hmph coming from the man when his back collided with the wall.

     "Hello," he murmurs, hands tight around my forearms and pushing me backward. "You are rather cheery. If I had to guess, the reason being your habit of 'pre-gaming', yes?"

     "How'd you guess?" I ask, eyes flickering back to check Shikaku's and Inoichi's placement. I'm pleasantly surprised when they're right behind me.

     "Like I said, you're cheery. Plus you're wearing a skirt. You tend to need a little 'liquid courage' to feel confident enough to go out in one," Shino mumbles, one of his hands jumping up to shove his fingertips into the bite mark left behind by Inoichi yesterday. "I do not care about your... relations," he says, stressing the last word as his eyes flicker towards Shikaku. "But please respect yourself enough not to leave remedies of them behind. Just because your father was not appealing does not mean you're not appealing."

     "That was a very long way to say I have daddy issues," I tease, tugging away from Shino's touch in search of Shikaku's instead. I get what I want, an aware Commander sliding a hand around my hips and tugging me against him. "Shots, shots, sh-sh-sh-shots," I mutter to myself, letting Shikaku lead the small group of us four inside.

     The bar is buzzing with the usual Saturday night drinking feast. People dancing around, the overwhelming smell of liquor, and the even more overwhelming sound of loud music. Not really the drinking experience Shino and I go for most of the time. Oh well, it'll be a nice change of pace.

     The mane of red hair my chief has stands out in the crowd, making it easy to find him. Shikaku leads us that way, the two older men chatting with each other as Shino's head is spinning on over time. "I won't be staying long," he mutters, hand shooting forward to grip the collar of my shirt. Shikaku's eyes flicker to the side before he turns back to his conversation, fingertips dipping under my shirt to massage my hip bones.

     "You don't have to stay at all if you don't want to," I tell Shino, flipping my head backward to smile at him.

"Of course he does! What kind of party would it be without Shino?" Choji's voice rings out, his head out from around his father.

Chief Akimichi turns around, greeting his friends, and giving a view to the rest of the people present at the table. Sat at the table is his son, Choji. Along with Shikamaru and the blonde girl he's been seeing. Thank you, Lord, that Ino isn't here but screw you for making Shikamaru be here.

"Come sit down!" Choji calls, ushering Shino and me forward. Well, tonight is going to suck ass. Shikaku squeezes me a few times before letting me go. Reluctantly I move forward, Shino trailing behind me as I slide into a chair. "So..." Cho says, dragging out the word as he stirs whatever is in his cup. "You're fucking Shika's dad and he's fucking Temari. Are you going after all our dads? Are you going to fuck Inoichi next?"

Shino pushes an amused breath out of his nose as Choji chuckles at his joke. "I'm just kidding," He adds, courtesy of Shikamaru's glaring at him. "That would be crazy."

"Ya, so crazy," I mutter, a nervous laugh spilling out from me. Shikamaru shoots another glare, this time aimed at me followed by Shino glaring at the shadow boy.

My eyes jump around the group of people. A pissed-off Shikamaru, an overly amused with-the-situation Choji, an uncomfortable Temari, and an unamused Shino shooting me a look from across the table, great. Tonight is going to be amazing.

When my eyes settle on the group of older men, I calm down a bit. Inoichi is laughing his ass off as the chief is telling him something. Shikaku is nodding along to the conversation but his eyes are stuck on me. When our sights cross, he gives me a soft smile. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.

Once chief Akimichi finishes talking, the small group joins us at the table. The chief settles in the chair next to his son, the other two men sliding into place on either side of me, making my face heat up and my hormones churn as memories of yesterday filter in and out of my mind.

Inoichi's hand gripping my knee before crawling up my leg doesn't help any, nor does Shikaku's hand sliding under my shirt, trialing up and down my lower spine.

"Anyway kiddo," chief Akimichi starts, his focus on me. "Despite the... mess, I'm happy Shikamaru and you could both move on," he tells me, his usual big cheesy smile on his face.

Shikamaru rolls his eyes, dropping an arm around his girl and pulling her closer before whispering in her ear. Shino catches on right away, another pointed look shot at my ex before he turns towards me. "You want to do shots right?" He asks, a rare smile on his face as he looks at me.

"You know it! Why? Are you going to do one with me?"

"I'm going to get a plater for the table so I guess so."

I jump around in my chair, clapping my hands in excitement. "Yay! Shino is going to get lit with me!"

"No, I'm not, but I'll stay for a little longer than I planned to." I let out another round of excitement, getting a kiss pressed behind my ear by Shikaku, another rare smile from Shino, and a squeeze to my thigh by Inoichi.

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Shino waves once more from the door of the bar, I wave in return before he slips out of it, officially leaving me with the three chiefs. After a couple of drinks, Temari and Shikamaru left, not before he made it obvious what their home plans were; another flat attempt to piss me off. Choji left a little while after so he 'could be as fresh as a daisy for his date with Karui'.

     "Just another drink or two and then we can go home too, Sweet Girl," Shikaku tells me, his fingertips dipping down my back, sliding under the waistband of my skirt to play with the band of my panties. He toys with it for a while before tugging on it, inching it up to tighten it against my body.

     I space out, enjoying the feeling of Shikaku messing with me and the soft circles Inoichi rubs into my inner thigh, the conversation between the three chiefs going in one ear and out the other. When Shikaku is done messing with me, his hand falls to my thigh, moving it to spread my legs apart further.

     My eyes flicker up, settling in his face as I try to figure out what he's doing. His eyes shift down, looking back at me as he taps his fingers against my skin. Soon, Shikaku's head dips down too, being pressed to my ear. "One, make a single sound and I'll make you scream all night. Two, if you want to cum you still need to ask Inoichi for permission."

     "Commander," I whine softly, gripping his wrist as his hand slides off my leg, softly running across my panties, and quickly stirring up arousal. "Commander," I call a little louder, trying to shake his hand to get his attention. He ignores me, adding a bit of pressure to the circles he's drawing on my panties.

     I try closing my legs, squeezing his hand between my thighs. Shikaku's head snaps towards me, a warning look shoot my way. "Knock your shit off," he grumbles dipping his head down again, brushing a kiss to my lips before his focus shifts to my ear again. "I'm being nice by being discreet. I could not be discreet. I could walk us through the bar and drag you into the bathroom so everyone knows what's going on. I could fuck you in the alleyway like the leftovers my son seems to think you are. Or, you could be a Sweet Girl and leave your legs open."

     Slowly I let my legs fall open and Shikaku jumps right back in. His finger pokes at my whole, pushing my panties in a bit before he rubs at my clit again. "Shikaku," I hiss, biting back a moan.

     "Do you want me to let you guys go? It seems that my little clan mate is tired," chief Akimichi teases, chuckling at his joke.

     "No, she’s just being a drag right now," Shikaku grumbles, fingertips sliding over my panties, toying with me even more before two of his fingers dip into me. "She'll stop complaining in a couple of minutes. Just ignore her." Inoichi glances at him, Shikaku's eyes dropping down, followed by his friend's.

     A smug smile appears on Inoichi's face as he turns back towards the conversation. His fingers slide towards my cunt too, wasting no time sliding under my panties. It takes a moment but the men find their pace. Shikaku's fingers dip in, then pull out, my emptiness lasting less than a second before Inoichi's dip into me, then thrust out to repeat the cycle.

     My legs jerk around as my orgasm builds, my needs building even more as Shikaku starts rubbing my clit again. "Chief Yamanaka," I whine, my hands clinging to his arm, tugging him down so I can whisper in his ear. "Please? I want to cum."

     "No," he mutters, sitting up straight again.

     My nails dig into his arm, trying to tug him down again but this time I don't get what I want. "Inoichi," I hiss, my orgasm building up weaker than I can stop it. "Come on."

     They both ignore me, their focus fully on continuing their dumb conversation with chief Akimichi about the crop intake this year. I keep tugging in his arm, squirming and whiney between muffled moans and tongue bites to try and get his attention again. "Stop ignoring me!" I whisper angrily, hands jumping up to tug on his hair.

     Shikaku's free hand shoots forward, taking hold of my wrists and pressing them against my stomach. "Sweet Girl," he coos, back to whispering in my ear. "Try that shit again and I'll bend your ass over the table and beat it until it hurts to sit." The threat does it for me, my pussy clenching around the fingers he thrusted into on his turn. "What a drag," he mutters, tearing his fingers out of me.

     Inoichi looks a bit confused before he thrusts his fingers into me again. My disobedience is rewarded with a soft glare before he rubs his fingers through my folds, scooping up my mess. His fingers slide under my shirt, rubbing my mess into my stomach. When Shikaku catches on he does the same thing.

     Once my mess is finished being rubbed into my stomach, Inoichi stands up from his chair, followed by Shikaku standing and tugging me up with him. "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow," Inoichi says, goodbyes traded between all of us.

     Shikaku's hand falls to the waistband of my skirt again, toying with it as he leads me out of the bar. "Hey, toy," Inoichi mumbles, his hands grabbing my arms as we make our way through the crowded bar. "When we get back to the house, I'm going to punish you until you're crying for forgiveness," he whispers in my ear before letting me go. The thought makes me tingle, and the thought of me crying makes Shikaku's grip tighter. I’m sure his pants are just as tight thinning about my tearful babbling cries.

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