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arabella0001 · 2 months ago

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More than just a genius

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Reader Anime: Naruto

Synopsis: what was supposed to be a simpe training session with Shikamaru quickly turns into something much more intense

new to smut, pls be gentle (eng not my first language)

Warnings: praise kink, teasing, rough sex, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, breeding

shikamaru leaned against the wall, arms hanging loosely at his sides as his half-lidded gaze drifted over the village. The weight of boredom settled in his features, tugging his expression downward. "what a drag..." he muttered under his breath.

there was something about the way he carried himself—lazy, uninterested, yet somehow impossible to ignore. even now, you caught yourself watching him a little too long, wondering if he ever noticed.

“what’s bothering you, shikamaru?” you asked, amusement lacing your voice.

you’d seen this look a dozen times before, but it didn’t stop you from lingering near him. maybe it was habit, or maybe it was the fact that standing next to him didn’t feel like wasting time.

his eyes flicked to you, the edge of his irritation dulling just enough to let curiosity slip through.

his gaze lingered for a second longer than it needed to, drifting over your face in that quiet, thoughtful way of his—as if he was piecing something together.

"nothing much, just bored out of my mind here."

he sighed, arms crossing loosely over his chest. “a mission. training. hell, even paperwork would be better than standing around like this”

you tilted your head, lips curving into a sly smile.

"well i’m pretty bored too, want to spar with me?" your tone dipped, just enough to catch his attention, the shift was subtle, but intentional so if he caught on, he didn’t say anything. typical.

his brow arched, eyes narrowing faintly.“spar with you? what exactly are you thinking?” he asked, skepticism in his voice. still, the glimmer of curiosity was unmistakable. “and don’t think for a second i’m going to take it easy just because you’re asking nicely.”

your smile deepened. “oh, but i didn’t say you should be easy, i like it rough.”

his eyes flickered—just for a second—before he smoothed his expression, masking whatever had crossed his mind. still, that glimmer lingered, before he shifted his weight, like he was trying to brush off something he hadn’t quite placed yet.

“rough, huh?” shikamaru shifted, pushing off the wall and rolling his shoulders as he stretched his neck. “alright then. let’s see what you’re made of.”

he stepped closer, his stance easy but attentive, watching you carefully. “so, what's the first move in this 'rough' training session of yours?”

the way his gaze dipped lower, trailing briefly along your figure, didn’t go unnoticed. he caught himself quickly, but the flicker of interest remained, no matter how fast he tried to bury it.

you held his gaze, mischief dancing in your eyes. “let's start with a little taijutsu spar, shall we?” without waiting for a response, your hands began forming seals, and you lunged, aiming a swift kick at his midsection.

“whoa, slow down" shikamaru sidestepped at the last moment, his voice carrying the faintest trace of a chuckle. his sharp eyes tracked your movements, already dissecting your technique

“you don’t mess around, do you?” he mused, circling you with the ease of someone who had done this a hundred times over. then, without warning, he lunged, fist arcing toward your jaw.

you ducked, spinning to slip behind him and drove an elbow toward his shoulder blades.

“hey, watch it! that hurt more than it needed to,” he grunted, jerking slightly from the impact.

“relax, it’s just sparring,” you teased, breathless but grinning.

shikamaru exhaled sharply through his nose. “alright, alright, I get it. you want to play dirty. fine by me.” in a fluid motion, he grabbed your wrist mid-strike, twisting it just enough to throw you off balance and put your hand behind your back.

“see how you handle this,” he said, his voice dropping slightly as his grip tightened playfully.

you gasped, stumbling. “alright, alright, i give! ow! enough!” laughing, you raised your other hand in surrender.

shikamaru loosen his grip, the ghost of a smug smile tugging at his lips. “come on, that wasn’t so bad. you’re tougher than that, you can take it” he teased, but there was an edge to his voice, something lingering beneath the surface.

he leaned in just slightly, his voice dipping into something more deliberate. “but since you’re clearly not winning this fight, i guess i could cut you some slack...” his eyes lingered on yours, the weight of his gaze unmistakable.

there was something different now—more focused. his usual lazy gaze had sharpened, like he was finally seeing you in a way he hadn’t before.

you held that gaze, tilting your head. “sparring’s not the only way to pass the time… but if you need that spelled out, maybe I misjudged you." you pause for a second "i wasn’t exactly talking about sparring when i said i like it rough”

his eyebrows shot up. silence stretched for a beat, and then a slow, knowing expression spread across his face. “oh.”

his fingers brushed your wrist, the contact brief but enough to send a ripple through the space between you after he released it, he watched the spot where his hand had been, as if surprised by his own reaction. he glanced away quickly, the air shifted between you, tension thickening into something else entirely.

“guess i shouldn’t have assumed you meant sparring,” he tilts his head, studying you with renewed interest. "so, care to elaborate on what exactly you had in mind? because I have to admit, i'm rather curious now."

you let your gaze flicker over him, from his face to his lips, lingering just long enough for the message to sink in.

“you’re smart guy, shikamaru. you know what i mean.”

he watched you closely, the smirk tugging at your lips more distracting than he cared to admit. this was getting troublesome—and not in the way he minded. you caught the faint flush at the tips of his ears.

“ah, i see,” he murmurs "well, when you put it that way…" Shikamaru takes another step closer, closing the distance,he reaches out, gently cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "i think I can help you with that," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

the way you smiled, sharp and knowing, felt like playing shogi with an opponent too eager to win. dangerous. but he wasn’t planning to lose anytime soon.

your lips hovered mere inches apart, the anticipation thick as neither of you moved for a breathless moment. and then, slowly, he closed the distance, his mouth brushing against yours in low, intense kiss.

you moan in his mouth "fuck you taste so good" and he groans, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours as he deepens the kiss.

"you’re not so bad yourself," he mumbles against your mouth, his free hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

breaking the kiss momentarily, Shikamaru gazes into your eyes, a burning intensity reflected in his own. "I need more," he confesses mutters his lips seeking you again, the space between you dissolves, and he deepens the kiss with a quiet kind of urgency, as if savoring every second rather than rushing through it.

you take his hands and put them on your ass "then take what you need" your voice soft yet laced with intent. his breath catches—barely audible—as you gently guide his hands to your ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh instinctively.

"you really don’t make this easy," he mutters, his voice low and edged with quiet amusement as his hips press forward, the subtle movement deliberate but restrained.

shikamaru lifts you effortlessly, settling you onto a nearby table with a smooth ease, his hands firm yet unhurried. he steps between your thighs, his lips finding yours in a kiss that’s deep but measured—like he’s savoring the moment rather than rushing through it. his hands trail over you with quiet confidence, fingertips grazing over sensitive spots as if mapping every reaction, his touch precise and lingering.

breaking the kiss, he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down the your throat, nipping and sucking at you sensitive skin. "I need you right now," he pants against your neck, his arousal straining against his pants. "do you?”

kissing him rough and grinding on him "yes, please" you kissed him roughly while grinding on him, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he undresses you with haste. you two can't wait anymore.

"as you wish," he rasps, his own clothes falling away to reveal his toned physique. claiming your lips once more, shikamaru lifts your legs around his waist, positioning himself at your entrance. with a powerful thrust, he sheathes himself inside you, a guttural moan escaping him as your tight pussy envelops his throbbing length.

he sets a relentless pace, driving into you with primal urgency, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air. "damn… you're unreal," shikamaru exhales sharply, his forehead resting against yours as his grip tightens around you, grounding himself in the overwhelming pull between you. his breath is uneven, each inhale laced with the quiet groan he can't suppress.

you wrap your legs tighter around him and moans loudly as he fills you completely"yes, yes, just like that! don't stop! " hearing your desperate plea, his hips snapping forward sinking deeper into the intoxicating pull between you.

"feels like you were made for this," he gasps, his breath ragged against your ear. reaching between the bodies, shikamaru finds your clit, circling the sensitive nub with his thumb as he continues to rut into you with reckless passion. the increased sensation causing your inner walls to clench around him harder.

"come on… don’t hold back.," he urges, his voice strained with impending release. "let it happen for me"

"fuck you are so hot…fuck fuck fuck i’m cumming" he feels your pussy spasming around him as you hits your climax, the rhythmic contractions pushing him closer to the edge."that's it, shit..where.... "he groans, his own orgasm building rapidly.

"in me...please....pleasse" he groans and with a few more powerful thrusts, Shikamaru buries himself nside you, his member pulsing as he erupts, flooding you with his hot seed. he collapses against you, both of you panting heavily as the aftershocks of your intense sex wash over tyou.

after a moment, shikamaru lifts his head, his dark eyes locking with yours—calm but glinting with satisfaction. a lazy smile tugs at his lips.

"damn, that was hot," he murmurs, still buried deep within your warmth. "guess we make a good team, huh?"

your chest rises and falls, still catching your breath as you chuckle softly. "yeah… wanted to do that for too long. but you didn’t take the hints. such an innocent boy."

his brows lift, and he scoffs lightly, though the faint flush creeping up his neck doesn’t escape your notice. "hey, i’m not that dense… you just caught me off guard, that's all." the corner of his mouth twitches as he leans in, fingers splayed lazily, makes it clear he's in no rush to move.

pulling back slightly, shikamaru tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering to trail along your cheek. his gaze softens but never loses that familiar, calculating sharpness.

"but now that i've got you figured out," he muses, thumb grazing over your jawline, "now that i’ve got you figured out… maybe you’ll teach me a few more tricks"

you laugh, light and teasing. "oh, i feel honored to have caught you off guard—the smartest guy i know."

his expression warms at that, but there's a flicker of something softer in his eyes that he masks with his usual smirk. "well, i suppose even geniuses have their blind spots," he quips, pressing his lips to yours again, this time slower—like he's savoring every second. his arms snake around you, pulling you close until there's barely space between your bodies.

as the kiss fades, he rests his forehead against yours, exhaling quietly as if anchoring himself in the moment.

"but i'm glad you found a way to pierce through mine."

shikamaru's voice drops to that low, familiar drawl, the words laced with rare honesty. his nose brushes against yours, and he hums in quiet contentment, fingers tracing idle circles along your spine.

"what do you say we head back to my place? no rush… but i doubt you’re tired yet?" he suggests, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze, a playful glint returning to his eyes. "i've got a feeling we're just getting started..."

his lips barely graze yours before he lowers your legs carefully to the ground, his hands lingering at your waist to steady you. you grin at his quiet attentiveness—always observant, even when his mind should be clouded.

as you both gather your clothing, the weight of his gaze is subtle but heavy with anticipation. the air hums between you, unspoken but understood.

shikamaru doesn’t rush as he buttons his shirt, but the way his eyes flick to yours now and then says enough.

yeah, you think, we're definitely just getting started.

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gingerkunoichii · 1 month ago

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this is part 1. i cant post the FULL one on here for some reason but here is the link to the full writing on AO3 ! pairing: dark!shikamaru x female reader

oneshot au set around two years after the fourth shinobi war where Shikaku DIDNT die because he doesn't deserve that

words: 12467 (had to seperate into two parts because it's so long, OOPS.)

warnings: extremely toxic relationship, NSFW smut, swearing, cheating on partners, general scumbag behaviour from both parties, dependancy

summary: you and Shikamaru have been messing around for years now - never making things official, making eachother jealous in sick games, purposefully going back and forth to eachother, arguing, hating, fucking. now after months of not speaking to him after he got a new girlfriend, you decide its time to cause chaos in his life again.

You shifted slightly, propping yourself up on one elbow as your eyes flickered to Shikamaru’s with a glint of mischief - you were here to cause mayhem, to press and push him, to break through that lazy facade he held as always that infuriated and drew you in, you had been obsessed with cracking that shell for a while now. Sometimes it worked, with him fucking you wildly whenever you succeeded and sometimes it failed with you returning to the night. No matter the situation you were in or the man you found yourself with - you found yourself always going back for that sweet release with him specifically, like a drug. You hadn’t spoken to him in months after he did a.. certain thing.. and you reacted in what you thought was a completely reasonable response - he disagreed as he always did, but yet here you were, like a street cat you came and went when you wanted to. You studied him, the dark hair he always wore pulled back into a ponytail, loose and trailing around his neck and shoulders as he blinked steadily waking himself up, and his intense eyes that reminded you of the very deer that the Nara clan tended to, the way he leaned back on his hands with a carefully neutral expression, his dark eyes betraying just a flicker of curiosity. Your lips curved into a faint smirk, one that promised trouble.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you said, your tone light and teasing. “I expected a bit more of that dry wit you’re so fond of..” You drew on your words. You had, as usual when you got bored late at night, invited yourself into the Nara clan compound, and fortunately for you his dad Shikaku had let you in - saying it’s a good thing he has someone like you to ‘keep him on his toes.’ You had invited yourself to his bed like it was your own with your weight upon it waking him up as you threw yourself down - he was not impressed and had sat there in silence, annoyed as he woke himself up, knowing that you being here late at night only meant one thing, trouble.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow but didn’t rise to the bait immediately. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, as if your words were already weighing on him, making him tense. “Maybe I’m just conserving energy y’know, since you decided to come here when I was sleeping..” he said lazily with a yawn - looking over you as you laid at the end of his bed, though his eyes flicked to yours, searching for the game you were obviously trying to play now. She’s always up to something, especially since it’s been months now.

You let your smirk widen as you leaned back fully again against his covers, your hair pooling around you like liquid. He opened one eye to look at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and resignation. “I’m not going to give you the reaction you’re fishing for, you may as well just leave now and let me sleep.” he said flatly.

“Oh, I’m not fishing,” you replied, your tone low and teasing as you leaned slightly closer, touching the covers. “I already know how to get a reaction out of you, Shikamaru. I’m just deciding whether it’s worth the effort tonight.” You had come here with a plan, as you always did. You found it most enjoyable to get a reaction out of the other-wise level-headed Shikamaru - he had already cracked under you multiple times, countless in fact.

His gaze lingered on yours for a moment, his lips twitching into the faintest of smirks despite himself. Troublesome as ever. He shifted slightly, leaning forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, the covers rustling as he moved. “You’re like a hornet.” he said with a sigh as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. “Do you just go around poking at everyone to see what sticks?”

“Only the ones who make it interesting, duh.” You replied smoothly, he had your interest - despite everything that happened, despite your incessant need to toy with him and his need to hurt you too - to try and play with him, to try and outsmart him constantly. “You should take it as a compliment.”

Shikamaru shook his head, though he couldn’t suppress the small chuckle that escaped him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll just add ‘compliment’ to the list of things you’re terrible at giving.” His words were dry, hinting at your previous times with him as you scoffed, not even bothering to satisfy him in responding to it.

You let the moment stretch, enjoying the way his dark eyes remained steady on yours, the way you captivated his attention even if it was late at night and the last time he had actually spoken to you being months ago - even if he was lazy, even as you knew you were testing the limits of his patience. That, after all, was part of the fun. You were here however for anything but to make him comfortable, in fact you relished in making him uncomfortable - in pushing him, which was exactly what you were gonna do. To see if he’d do something, a perpetual game of cat and mouse, though if the cat was much more lazy and had sharper claws than most.

You let out a long, deliberate sigh as you eased back fully onto the bed, your arms stretching upward. Your fingers splayed slightly as if measuring the ceiling, your gaze absently tracing the lines of the wooden beams above. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at your lips as you concocted a way to get underneath his skin, a quiet amusement dancing behind your eyes.

“I really shouldn’t be here,” you said casually, your voice soft and almost wistful as you side eyed him for a reaction with a permanent smirk etched onto your face, anything really. “Especially now that I’m a... ‘thing’ with Naruto hmm? Doesn’t look good at all.” Your tone lingered on the word "thing" as if the very concept were amusing or foreign to you in front of him, such things had never stopped you before. You tilted your head slightly, turning your attention back to Shikamaru, the wooden beams suddenly boring. Your arm lowered, and with a quick flick of your fingers, you poked him lightly in the leg where it was covered near you as if tapping the glass of a fish tank.

Shikamaru didn’t flinch, though his expression turned deadpan as he glanced at you, I knew it, I had heard of months ago, right after I got with Temari - I had a feeling she’d turn up to gloat eventually, to try and get a reaction, like she always fucking does. He leaned back slightly, letting his head rest against the wall behind his bed. “What, are you expecting me to congratulate you? Feel guilty for letting you stay? I’m not playing this game Y/N.” He yawned, not giving you what you wanted just yet.

You turned your head fully to the side now, your eyes narrowing in mock curiosity, as if he could ever dare to question your intentions. “It’s not a game,” you said, though your smirk betrayed your words. “Just an observation. I shouldn’t be here. Late night visits to a man's house never did anyone any good.” You watched him yawn as you spoke.

Shikamaru let out a slow breath, his gaze lifting toward the ceiling you’d seemingly been measuring moments before. “You say that like it’s some kind of profound statement,” he muttered. “You’ve already decided to be here, so what’s the point in pretending otherwise?” He looked at you with a bored expression, already tired of your shit the more you spoke. You had invaded not only his room but his precious sleep time with your bullshit games.

Your smirk widened slightly. “I suppose you’re right,” you admitted, your tone light and unbothered. “But it’s still fun to see how you react when I say it.. It's new afterall.” You had been doing this for years with him - a constant back and forth, but you still found entertainment in it - how despite however many times you did it he never kicked you out, never actually got sick of you.

He tilted his head to look at you, his dark eyes steady, though there was the faintest flicker of exasperation in his gaze. “And what reaction are you hoping for?” he asked, his voice calm but pointed. “Am I supposed to kick you out? Go tell Naruto that his girl is over at mine? Tell you to stay? Or just sit here and listen while you work through whatever it is you’re avoiding.” He folded his arms over his black shirt - the dim light showing the rumpling of the fabric as he did so.

You chuckled softly at how pointed he was as usual, the sound low and velvety. You enjoyed playing games with the minds of men within the village, finding it the only worthy entertainment nowadays amongst all the seriousness - your games had yet to catch up with you and you were just about fine with that. He also was the only one that matched your mindgames in such a fucked up way. “You always think I’m avoiding something,” you said, your voice carrying a faint teasing lilt. “Maybe I just enjoy your company, huh, Shikamaru?”.

Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head slightly as he looked back toward the ceiling. He spoke finally - his voice quiet but tinged with wry amusement. “Still as predictable as ever.”

Your eyes sparkled as you raised an eyebrow. “Predictable?” you echoed, your smirk sharpening slightly. “Now, that’s a new one.” You sat up slightly, looking him directly into his deep brown eyes. “Careful, Shikamaru. If you start calling me predictable, I might have to try harder to surprise you, maybe I’ll start appearing at yours even later at night to engage in these wonderful chats.”

He let out a small chuckle. “Troublesome woman,” he muttered again. “You’re already exhausting enough as it is.”

You leaned your head back further on to the mattress, closing your eyes briefly as your smirk softened into something more thoughtful. “Exhausting, maybe,” you murmured, your voice quieter now. “But I doubt you’d let me stay if I wasn’t at least a little entertaining.”

His gaze flicked to you again, lingering for a moment as he weighed your words.You was trouble, no doubt about that, you had a penchant for turning up at the worst times, like when he had started a new relationship, trying to get a reaction out of him, saying the most random shit and observing his reactions like he was some sort of lab rat—but there was something about your presence, your unpredictability, that kept him from telling you to leave no matter what you two went through. Entertaining, huh? That’s one way to put it.

“You’re lucky I don’t mind losing sleep,” he said finally, his tone dry and sarcastic.

Your smirk returned as you opened your eyes, your gaze finding his once more. “That’s what I thought,” you said softly, your voice carrying a quiet satisfaction despite his obvious sarcasm. He was the only man to match your energy in any sort of way and now being here you wondered why you had given him the cold shoulder for the past few months, sure he did something fucked up but still, this was exhilarating, a dark toxin. You wondered if you should take a different approach to this, maybe throw yourself at him or something when he knew that you were both now in relationships. You shifted slightly on the bed, your long hair cascading over your shoulders as you propped herself up on one elbow. Your eyes studied Shikamaru’s profile in the dim light, the faintest hint of mischief glinting in their depths as your lips curved into a languid smile. You seemed to savour the stillness of the moment as it allowed you to think - to plan, to watch his reaction, the quiet tension that always lingered between you both.

“Shikamaru,” you said softly, your voice carrying a slow, deliberate edge as your smirk deepened, “do you want to do anything?” Your tone was suggestive, your words calculated as they lingered in the air. You tilted your head slightly, watching him with precision—measuring every subtle shift in his expression, every flicker of reaction.

Shikamaru didn’t move at first, though his fingers twitched slightly where his hands rested on his thighs, the covers making a sound slightly. His dark eyes remained fixed ahead not wanting to observe the taunting ghost at the end of his bed that appeared when he least wanted it to, but his jaw tightened, his thoughts churning beneath the surface. Why does Y/N always push just far enough to test me? He inhaled slowly, carefully schooling his expression before he finally turned his head to meet your gaze.

“And what exactly are you implying?” he asked, his tone calm but edged with dry amusement. His dark eyes locked onto yours, steady despite the quiet challenge in your voice. “You’re the one who came here, idiot. Shouldn’t you have an idea if you’re the one asking?” He yawned again.

Your smirk widened faintly as you leaned back again, your fingers brushing lazily over the fabric of the covers, accidentally touching his leg under there as you did so. Shikamaru tensed slightly. “Oh, I have ideas,” you said lightly, ignoring the fact you just did that, your voice laced with amusement. “But I thought I’d give you the opportunity to surprise me for once, I am always the one with all the surprises, it gets boring really.”

He studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. She’s trying to get a rise out of me again by coming here and telling me that she’s with Naruto - like I even care, she did this all for some sort of revenge anyways. Always testing, always poking at whatever cracks she thinks she can find. He exhaled through his nose, his gaze narrowing slightly.

“And what if I said no?” he replied, his voice steady as he leaned back on his hands. “Would you be disappointed, or would you just find another way to amuse yourself?”

Your eyes glinted as you watched him, the corner of your mouth tugging upward. “Maybe both,” you said smoothly, your tone teasing. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Seeing how far you’ll let me go before you push back.”

Shikamaru tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp against yours. “You’re always looking for the boundaries,” he said quietly, his voice carrying an almost resigned edge. “But don’t act surprised when you find them.”

You chuckled softly at his words, thinking of all the implications he could possibly mean - despite this facade of his right now, you knew for a fact he loved this shit as much as you - this sick game you both engaged in every now and then. “I’m never surprised by anything nowadays,” you murmured, your eyes narrowing slightly as you studied him. “Just curious.”

The air between you both thickened again, the tension shifting but never breaking. You let the silence stretch as you lent your head back, your smirk fading into something more calculative. You were careful, as always, you could see the subtle shifts in him, the way his gaze lingered just a little too long for comfort, the faint tension in his posture that spoke louder than any words as he was acutely aware as to why you were here late at night. It was a dance that you’d both done for a few years now.

“Well,” you said finally, your voice light and teasing, “if you’re not going to take me up on the offer, I suppose I’ll have to entertain myself.”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye with a grin.

Shikamaru leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees again as he let out a slow exhale. His gaze flicked to you, dark eyes narrowed with something sharper now—an edge that wasn’t there before. You always played your games with professional precision, but tonight, it seemed, you had nudged just far enough—constantly talking about your new relationship with his friend.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice low, steady, but carrying an unmistakable weight of all the times past. His expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of something more—a challenge. This was how he played the game. “Especially now that you’re a ‘thing’ with Naruto.”

Your smirk didn’t falter, though you glimmered with interest as you shifted slightly on the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow again facing him. “And what about it?” you replied smoothly, almost unassumingly as if this conversation was something completely normal, your voice was unbothered. “Are you concerned for him? Or is this your way of deflecting?”

Shikamaru let out a soft, humourless chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s not about me,” he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through your teasing. His gaze locked onto yours, his words slow and deliberate. “How do you think Naruto would react if he knew you were here, huh? In my room, stretched out on my bed, practically begging for attention?”

The smirk on your lips remained - this was more like it, your eyes flickered with something unreadable from his perspective—maybe amusement, maybe a flicker of surprise. You studied him carefully, as if weighing your next move. “Begging?” you echoed, your voice carrying a faint lilt of incredulity. “That’s quite the accusation, Shikamaru. Is that how you see it?”

His jaw tightened as he sat back, folding his arms across his chest. “You tell me,” he said flatly. “You’re the one who came here. The one who’s pushing, testing, playing your games. So tell me, Y/N—what are you looking for? And does it even cross your mind what he’d think if he knew?”

“Perhaps-” you said, lightly tracing your fingers yet again on his covers, there was an edge to your voice now as you felt your game finally being played now rather than ignored. “-but Naruto wouldn’t understand. He’s... straightforward.” You smiled darkly, testing him as you paused before continuing. “Too earnest to grasp the nuances of things like this like you and I.” You tilted your head and hummed at the end of your sentence, your smirk returning as you added, “And you know that as well as I do.”

Shikamaru’s gaze didn’t waver, though his expression darkened slightly as he processed your words. Of course she’d rationalise it like that. Y/N always did. No matter which guy she was with throughout the years, she was always coming back to me like a cat in heat. “And what happens when he does understand?” he asked with a smile, his tone carrying an almost dangerous calm. “When he figures out that all this—” he gestured vaguely toward your body on his bed, “—isn’t as simple as you want him to believe?”

Your smirk widened faintly, you loved the back and forth he would give you - that no matter what weird fucked up shit you did, no matter when you turned up - he would entertain you. Your eyes glinted as you leaned back fully again onto his bed, folding your hands behind your head. “Then I suppose I’ll deal with that when the time comes,” you said smoothly, not really caring if and when Naruto might find out. Most guys knew what they were getting into anyways with you but did it anyways - out of lust or hope that you’d change you couldn’t tell. You and Shikamaru were real messy and it wasn’t a hidden thing throughout the years. “But for now...” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, challenging him as you always did, your voice softening into something dangerously playful. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d do if you were in his place?”

Shikamaru’s brows furrowed slightly at your question as he sighed, and for a moment, he said nothing, his dark eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. What would I do? The question hung in his mind, unwelcome and intrusive. He didn’t want to play into your games, but the way you looked at him—calculated, challenging, as though daring him to react—made it harder than ever to keep his footing, his clean streak away from you.

Finally, he sighed, leaning forward again as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not Naruto,” he said simply, his voice quiet but firm. “And you already know that Y/N, you know it too well. So stop trying to turn this into some hypothetical. If you’re here, then be here—but don’t drag him into this just to see how I’ll react.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and pointed, as he met your gaze again, daring you to push further.

Your eyes narrowed playfully as you heard his words, your smirk deepening as you slowly sat up, your movements fluid and deliberate. You sat up slowly and leaned closer, moving yourself to sit beside him. The faintest hint of mischief dancing in your gaze as your hand slid lightly along Shikamaru’s arm. Your touch was feather-light, evoking goosebumps from him, deliberate in the way it tested his boundaries without fully crossing them.

“Do you remember?” you asked softly, dragging your words, your voice smooth and teasing, like silk brushing over bare skin. Your fingers traced an idle pattern on his arm, your gaze steady on his. “The last time we were like this... together?” You paused, letting the memory of the last time you both fucked, whenever that was, settle into his head.

Shikamaru’s muscles tensed under your touch, though his expression remained carefully neutral. He turned his head slightly to look at you, his dark eyes narrowing with a mix of exasperation and something darker—something he didn’t care to name and didn’t ever really want to. She’s doing it again. Pushing. Testing. Always seeing how far I’ll go before I push back, before she gets what she wants.

“Of course I remember,” he said flatly, though his voice betrayed a faint edge of irritation. “That’s not exactly something you forget, Y/N.”

Your smirk widened at his response, your fingers trailing just a little higher on his arm as you tilted her head in entertainment, watching him closely. “Good,” you murmured, your tone dropping slightly as you leaned in closer with a whisper, dancing along the line of wrong and right as you usually did. “Because I was starting to think you’d forgotten.”

Shikamaru let out a low sigh, his jaw tightening as he looked away briefly, as if trying to steady himself and his thoughts. She always knows how to find the cracks, no matter what sort of shield I put up. Always knowing exactly where to press. “I haven’t forgotten,” he said quietly with control, his voice low but steady as he maintained eye contact with heavy lidded eyes in the dim light. “But I’m not sure what you’re trying to prove by bringing it up.”

You chuckled softly, the sound low and velvety as you shifted even closer - shoulder against shoulder now, your smirk never faltering. “Who said I’m trying to prove anything?” you replied, your voice light but laced with an undercurrent of challenge. “Maybe I just wanted to remind you... in case you needed it.” You liked to remind him every few months, to play with his head - for him to play with yours too in a sick sort of way, you liked it. You hated that you liked the hurt, the back and forth of terrible things you’d do to each other - your most recent event of acting out was getting with his friend Naruto in an attempt to hurt him after you caught him kissing Temari.

He turned back to face you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a quiet intensity. “And why would I need reminding?” he asked, his tone calm but pointed, knowing exactly the point you were getting at - their entire… relationship if you could call it that was them doing this. “You think I’m going to forget the way you play these games?”

Your smirk softened slightly, though your gaze remained sharp, unyielding. “No,” you said simply, your voice low and smooth. “You seem to forget the way you like to play them too though, Shikamaru.” The air between you both thickened, your words lingering in the silence as your hand stilled on his arm, your eyes watched him closely. Shikamaru’s mind raced, torn between the steady logic that urged him to push you away and the undeniable pull of your presence like it always had—the way her voice wrapped around him like a trap he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to. She knows exactly what she’s doing. This sick game between the two of you had gone on for far too long in his opinion - with him purposefully doing things to hurt you, you doing it back ten fold and then him taking it to new levels - if he didn’t pull away it would keep going until mutually assured destruction.He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you as if trying to read the thoughts behind your playful expression. Finally, he let out another soft sigh, leaning back on his hands as he shook his head. “Troublesome,” he muttered again simply as he usually did. You leaned your back against the same wall he did, your eyes shimmering with amusement as your smirk curled wider. Your hair fanned against your back, brushing against the wall, and you shifted slightly, the fabric of your skirt brushing against the mattress as you stretched out, languid and deliberate. Your gaze flicked to Shikamaru, locking onto him like a siren does a sailor.

“So, you really won’t do anything with me?” you asked, your voice low, smooth, and teasing. You raised an eyebrow, your tone dancing between playful and provocative. “Here I am, sprawled out on your bed, practically ‘begging for attention,’ as you so eloquently put it. And yet...” You trailed off, your smirk deepening as you tilted your head to watch his reaction. “You’re still just sitting there.”

Shikamaru didn’t move at first, though his jaw tightened slightly, his gaze flicking toward you as if drawn by some invisible force. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees so the back of his head was only visible to you, his dark eyes narrowing as he stared forward into the darkness of his room. She’s relentless. Always pushing, always testing. And she knows exactly how to get under my skin. Y/N relishes in this cycle. It could be a year and she’d still come back for more.

“Are you really that desperate for a reaction?” he asked, his voice low, daring. His tone was calm, but his posture betrayed the tension building beneath the surface.

“Maybe.” You admitted lightly with a playful smile, your fingers idly tracing the edge of the sheets next to your thigh. “But if I really wanted a reaction, I think we both know I’d already have it.” His brow furrowed slightly at your words, he was annoyed - annoyed that you had come back here for this - to sit here and tempt him so he could be the one to blame for your cheating on your new boyfriend yet again, so he would be to blame for cheating on his own girlfriend yet again, not you. His dark eyes narrowed further as he regarded you. “You’re as cocky as always.” he said flatly with a sigh, though there was a faint edge of amusement in his tone - and that’s what you clinged to, the knowing enjoyment that he actually enjoyed this shit as much as you no matter how fucked up it was. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for whatever bullshit you’re playing right now.” “You say that,” you mused, your voice carrying a teasing lilt as you resumed touching his arm gently, “but I think I’ve gotten under your skin more than you’d like to admit, I always do, don’t I Shikamaru?” Your words were sickly sweet like the nectar of a venus fly trap.

Shikamaru’s lips twitched into a faint, humourless smirk as he leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his hands. “Maybe,” he conceded repeating the same word you said with an entertained look on his face, his tone measured. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you’re looking for.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly as your almost permanent smirk widened, your amusement only growing at his restraint. “And what do you think I’m looking for?” you asked, your voice soft and probing, like a thread pulling at the edges of his composure.

Shikamaru’s dark eyes lingered on you longer this time, the weight of your presence pressing against the carefully constructed walls he’d tried to keep intact. You sat there next to him, your hand purposefully touching him - making that connection, your eyes glinting with amusement, your smirk daring him to act, to cross the line you had so deliberately drawn. His mind churned, torn between the safe choice of walking away and the pull of something undeniable—a gravity that he knew couldn’t entirely resist, no matter what.

She’s like a poison I can’t stop taking. If I let this happen, it’s only going to complicate things more than they already are. Temari had agreed to date me properly when I swore off ever talking with Y/N again, and I agreed - but here she is, again, and here I am again unable to tell her to fuck off. She’s got me under some sort of genjutsu where I keep making the same old fucking mistakes, I swear. His gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. Damn it all..

He sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his hair, his dark eyes closing briefly as if gathering his resolve as he turned his head away from you. You asked smoothly as you relished in his conflicted silence, your voice carrying a teasing edge. “Are you finally starting to see things my way?”

He simply scoffed, still not answering you as he felt himself unravelling slowly. He couldn’t help it with you, falling into old habits and hurting not only each other with the way you both acted but the people around you both. Temari, who he was dating now. Naruto who you were dating. It never just ended with you two - it was always so fucked.

You were completely emboldened by his silence, knowing what questions are probably flickering through his mind. Shikamaru was a logical man, yet with you he seemed to become stupid - stupid enough to keep this going, stupid enough not to kick you out his room.

“Do you remember the first time we almost had sex, years ago?” you asked softly, your voice smooth and low, like water brushing against his skin. You stared at the back of his head, waiting and knowing he would turn to face you, he couldn’t help himself as much as you couldn’t.

Shikamaru’s shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes narrowing as he turned his head to glance at you, sitting his back against the wall as his shoulders brushed up against yours again. “Of course I remember,” he said, though his tone was measured and deep. “Why bring that up now?” A stupid question really, he knew exactly why you were bringing it up.

You chuckled softly, as your gaze drifted upward for a moment as if picturing it, your smirk widening faintly. You murmured, your voice dangerously teasing him. “The way you told me—no, in fact, commanded me—to sit on your lap under that big tree.” You paused, your eyes flicking back to him, watching him closely as you continued. His eyes were barely open, through being turned on or tired you couldn’t tell. “You wanted me so badly, that as soon as I sat there I could feel your cock harden beneath me, It throbbed with want and need, for me. I was so innocent back then - as was you. Both uncorrupted really.” you laughed slightly before carrying on, noting that his eyes hadn’t left yours as he listened, it sounded like he was holding his breath. Your smirk softened, your gaze steady and unyielding as you leaned toward him slightly, your voice dropping to a near whisper as if saying some sort of secret. “You didn’t hesitate back then, selfish man.” You tutted at him, maintaining his dark gaze before carrying on speaking “You couldn’t help yourself Shikamaru. Your hands were firm, sure of themselves. The way you touched my thighs slowly underneath my skirt, willing my legs to open slowly with your hands...” You tilted your head slightly, your lips almost grazing his ear as you spoke, your hair falling forward over your shoulder. “You made your way ever so slowly upwards, first only lightly touching me through my pants, before pulling them aside with those long fingers of yours - so deliberately.” You paused, noticing him finally breathing - the dim light cast highlights on his face. He liked it when you were like this, you could tell because he didn’t stop you, didn’t tell you to shut up. “As if you had all the time in the world under that tree, the afternoon sun on us as you slowly rubbed my clit-” you gasped slowly, intimately, half in remembrance of the sensation of his surprisingly skilled fingers massaging you to completion and half to get a reaction out of him, “-bringing me slowly to my corruption as you told me sweetly to trust you, a feeling I chased many times with you. I know you remember Shikamaru..” “You really have no shame, don’t you?” he muttered, his stare burning into your eyes. He was tense, his shoulder warm against yours, the room felt heavy. You laughed at his words, he was right - you didn’t, at least not anymore, not with him. “Tell me you don’t want such things again, there’s no way. I know no matter who you’re with, you haven’t found it the same.” You stared into his eyes, knowing that his control was frayed, broken like a taut string holding weights on either side. Shikamaru’s dark eyes stayed locked on yours, the challenge in your voice hanging heavy in the air. She was right. I had tried fucking Temari multiple times, to get my mind off Y/N - but it had been average. Just sex, no electricity, no all consuming need to absolutely take over the person who laid below him, it was healthy, normal even. Your gaze glinted with quiet satisfaction knowing that his lack of answer confirmed your words, your eyes dared him to act, daring him to step over the line you’d so artfully drawn between you both. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the silence stretched unbearably, tension crackling as the string of control began to snap.

Finally, he sighed—a rough, frustrated sound—and leaned forward, closing the small distance between you both in a single, deliberate motion. The same old mistakes, huh? I’m a moth to a deadly flame no matter what other light is around me. His hand came up to your cheek, his touch firm and quick as he tilted your face slightly toward him, his dark eyes narrowing as they searched yours.

“You always push,” he said darkly, his voice low and even. “Always testing, always trying to get a reaction. Troublesome woman.” His thumb brushed along your cheekbone, slowly lowering to your jawline, his hand on your neck lightly, your memories flared - moments he had wrapped one of his hands around your neck and held tightly - the other covering your mouth as he had fucked you hard against a tree, memories from a year ago, the reason why being lost on you now. Probably you making him jealous at the time, enjoying the way he acted out. “And you always act so damn sure of yourself.” You smirked at his words - you had won this time, yet again. As he had before, he would risk everything for you and you the same for him. His hand immediately tightened at your neck when he saw your smirk, making your breath hitch. Before you could respond, he leaned in further, his hand loosening around your throat and sliding to the back of your neck as he tugged you forward hard, his lips meeting yours in a firm, deliberate kiss. The tension snapped immediately and you were both all over each other. The kiss turned hungry, fervent, messy.

You gasped against his lips, your hands instinctively clutching the fabric of his black long sleeved shirt. His hands snaked around your waist, tugging at your clothes already.

Wetness started to pool between your legs as it had countless times before - teasing words and dry humour no longer being spoken - just the familiar sound of his bed creaking slightly beneath the both of you as you both fought for control with kisses.

The thought of how wrong this was sent thrill through you as you kept your eyes closed. So wrong, so right. No one in your life had ever made you feel like this. The intensity of the kiss pulled your focus back to him - the way his lips moved against yours with such an urgency that left your head spinning, forgetting about anything outside this room. His desire was evident and it made your chest twist darkly - it was fucked up really, you had cheated on every boyfriend you ever had with Shikamaru. His lazy fucking attitude bringing you back each time - the need to be consumed, to consume. He pulled back, your vision hazy with how turned on you were, how badly you wanted him. “You’re one sick bitch Y/N.” His words were quick, heavy with desire - the string had snapped. You laughed, pressing him against the wall quickly as your eyes gleamed with mischief. Without breaking your gaze from him, you slipped forward and straddled him, your knees pressing against his sides and your skirt draped over his lap. Your hands pressed him into the wall. “And?” you finally answered breathlessly. “You want me just as much as I want you. Did you miss me in these months? Hmm?” Shikamaru’s eyes were dark, a familiar sneer appearing on his face. He enjoyed this, he was every bit as fucked up as you, you weren’t the only one who had cheated, fucked around behind peoples backs - he did it too, coming to you each and every time. Pushing, always pushing. His jaw tightened, not answering you - not giving you the satisfaction of hearing it outloud. You was right and he fucking hated that you was, he did miss you.

--------------------------------------- let me know thoughts and send me some more ideas pllleeease I REALLY ENJOYED writing this, its my first time writing smut and generally writing fanfic - the full thing is available on AO4 which ill link again so you don't have to scroll :)