#shikaku nara x reader

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𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚔𝚞 - 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Nara Shikamaru + spit roasting, ABO, cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, belly bulge, knotting, creampie, throat pie, breeding; ft A!Shikaku, A!Shikamaru, O!Reader

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Naruto or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 3,169

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes parent-child and sibling incest, underage(15, 17), and threesome, Omegaverse, use of “Onii-chan”, Two(2) uses of Y/n, 2nd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: No infidelity occurring here, in this, Yoshino either left Shikaku or passed away, whichever your twisted little minds come up with

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“D-Daddy..!” You cried out, feeling like your body was on fire. The heat wracked through you and your nether regions throbbed almost painfully. Hardly a minute passes before both your father and brother burst into your room, looking around for danger but stopping once they smelled the wave of pheromones that crashed over them.

They looked over at you and saw you drenched in sweat and desperately pulling at your clothes to ease the overwhelming heat. Glancing further down your body, your father saw your tight little sleep shorts absolutely drenched with copious amounts of slick. He let out a breath before moving to quickly sit next to you on your bed.

“Hey hey hey, slow down, baby, let me help.” He said gently, reaching for you and slid his fingers under the hem of your shirt and shuffled it off your body. He had to suppress a groan at the sight of your pretty tits on display for him, though he let his eyes linger until you whined in discomfort. He remembered that you still had your little shorts on and acted quickly. He moved to kneel between your thighs and hooked his fingers into the waistband, sliding them down your legs. He lifted your legs up to slide them the rest of the way off and returned your legs to either side of him.

There it was. His little daughter’s sweet little cunny fully on display in front of him, still dripping slick. Before he could let himself indulge in the pretty pussy splayed out in front of him, your father forced himself to control himself. You’re the freshly presented Omega daughter of the Head of the Nara clan, he needed to follow the customs despite how much he just wanted to bury his face, and his cock, deep between your legs and never leave.

“Baby? ‘Mega? You gotta wait just a minute, okay? Daddy’s gonna make it all better but we gotta move you first.” He explained to you, though he knew that your heat-addled mind had no hope of actually understanding him when all you knew was your need to be filled and bred.

“Mmnn.. Daddy.. Please…” You whined and whimpered when he lifted you, his scent filling up your senses.

“Shikamaru. Get the doors. We need to get her to the Centre Court.” Your Daddy rushed your Onii-chan, the older boy hurriedly complying. With you writhing in your Daddy’s arms, in pain and neediness and wanting, he rushed to the Centre Court. You could vaguely recognize your big brother’s voice calling out to the rest of the clan to gather in the Centre Court and to pass it on to anyone else who needed to know.

You finally made it and your father impatiently yet carefully set you down on the altar with the decorated trim with your clan’s crest weaved into the design. As your Daddy set you down, the cool surface provided a moment of comfort from the blazing heat just beneath your skin. He bent slightly to be over you as he put his hand on your cheek and turn your face to look at him.

“It’s okay, baby. Y/n. Omega. Daddy’s got you, your Alpha Daddy is gonna take care of you, okay?” Your mind could just barely comprehend what your Daddy was saying but as soon as he said ‘Alpha’ your mind snapped to attention. ‘Alpha. Alpha is here. Gonna take care of me. Alpha is gonna take care of me.’

The whine you must have let out made him chuckle. Your Daddy, your big strong Alpha, leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. His scent, seemingly heavier than before, filled your nose once again and made your instincts all reach out to him.

His hand moved from the side of your face and began trailing down. First, he stopped at your chest and squeezed at one of your breasts and played with the nipple for a moment. He pinched and lightly pulled and tweaked and flicked your pebbled bud before he moved on. His fingertips lightly ghosted over your tummy before he reached your mound. As he moved his lips against yours and did his best to keep up with your needy pace, his hand slid between your legs and rubbed two of his fingers between your slick folds.

You let out a high pitched whiny moan into the kiss. His Alpha rumbled with pride at making his little Omega daughter squirm like that. At making you even more needy for him in the midst of your very first heat. His fingers slid through your slick and teased at your little clitty. Your back arched off the cool stone at the first contact with your pleasure bud and a whine was swallowed up by your Daddy’s lips still sealed over yours when he thrust his two fingers inside your greedy little virgin hole.

“Don’t worry, baby, Alpha’s here. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” He growled against your lips before he reluctantly pulled himself back. Your heat-addled mind couldn’t even think to be disappointed with the loss of your Daddy’s lips on yours when his fingers were still fucking into you, stretching your virgin hole enough to take his Big Daddy Alpha Cock. Even as he changed positions, he didn’t stop pistoning his fingers into your sloppy cunt. He moved to stand at the end of the altar where your toes were curling over the designed trim. There, he leaned down and added his mouth to the mix. He groaned at the taste of his little Omega daughter’s slick, at the taste of you.

First, he lapped at your clit while he kept his fingers fucking into you. The noises you made paired with the noises of your sloppy pussy almost had his knot inflating already. Your noises were getting more rushed and loud as he felt your walls clamping down on his fingers and he knew you were getting close to your first orgasm. His Alpha swelled with pride at being the one to bring you to your very first orgasm, with his mouth no less! He eagerly sucked your little clitty between his lips as you writhed under him as slick gushed around his fingers when you came. He gently scraped his teeth and flicked his tongue over your nub as he rode out your high until your hips stopped quivering with your release. He decided you were stretched enough to take his knot, but not everyone had gathered so he decided to swap his mouth and fingers.

He deftly moved his fingers to your clit and started teasing the little nub as he worked his tongue into your still-twitching entrance. He lapped up your slick and fucked you on his tongue while he kept his senses keen to know when everyone needed was present. He let out pleased growls at your taste and your reactions, every twitch, every squeak, every moan, every whine. Your Daddy's rumbling growl against your sensitive cunny had you calling out in pleasure as your second orgasm ripped through you. You smelled your Onii-chan's scent, earthy like the forest of your clan and smoky like his old sensei's cigarettes, quickly approaching you in the centre of the yard. With your senses on fire from your Daddy's relentless assault on your virgin pussy, you needed something to ground yourself from the feeling of being almost too high off the ground. You reached out to him, a wordless whine letting loose into the air.

Your Nii-chan, your Shika-nii, like the good Big Alpha Brother he was, immediately joined your side and stood behind your head at the top of the altar. His hands easily wrapped fully around yours gently and slid his hands down your forearms, down your upper arms, to your chest. He slowly, deliberately, squeezed the sides of your chest to push your pretty titties together. As his hands busied themselves with playing with your tits, your Shika-nii leaned down and captured your lips.

"Gonna look so pretty all stuffed with a knot... Wish it was gonna be mine... Wish I got to breed my baby sister's sweet little Omega pussy." He spoke between heated kisses. His tongue invaded your mouth and you could only whine wantonly into his at the pleasure he and your Daddy were giving you.

“They’re all here?” Shikaku asked from between your legs, giving one last sloppy lick to your folds before he came up.

“All of ‘em.” Shikamaru responded to your Daddy after hesitantly pulling away from your sloppy kisses. Your Daddy’s fingers still lazily stroked over your puffy lips and your Nii-chan’s hands still mindlessly worked against your breasts, but it wasn’t enough. You whined out at the lack of attention and earned twin chuckled from the Alphas hovering over you.

“Don’t worry, ‘Mega. We’re gonna take good care of you,” Your father spoke and placed a wet kiss right against your clitty, sucking on it teasingly. You moaned loudly and your new little Omega claws dug into your Shika-nii’s arms. “Fuck, taste so good, baby. Wish I could spend the rest of the day here…” Your father muttered against your cunny before he pulled himself away, licking up the slick around his mouth. “But I’m sure you feel just as amazing.” The big Alpha stood and made quick work of his pants, only opting to let his vest hang loosely open around his chest. You looked at him and caught him nodding to your Nii-chan before you felt his hands leave you. Before you could whine at the loss of contact, your Daddy moved forward and lifted your legs off the altar.

“Daddy… Hurts…” You managed to get out, shifting your hips in discomfort at the ache in your core and the burning fire in your lower belly, making you hot all over. He cooed at you and climbed onto the altar, hooking your legs around his hips. You felt his cock bob against your slicked-up cunt and let out a long needy whine. Your father grunted with his lip between his teeth and looked hurriedly at his son, your Nii-chan, and let out a growl of satisfaction. You tipped your head back to look at him and saw him just as naked as you, his Alpha cock standing tall. Your mouth watered at the sight and it must have reflected on your expression with the satisfied smirks on both your the Alphas’ faces.

“Ready, Omega? Daddy and Onii-chan are gonna make you feel real good, okay?” Your Daddy asked, making you look at him. You couldn’t fully understand what exactly he was saying but you just knew that the two Alphas were going to make the ache and the heat go away.

“Please.. Alphas… Please..” You nodded hurriedly and barely noted the shiver that went down their spines from your words. Your Daddy leaned down and kissed you quickly as he slid his tip inside your little pussy. The feeling was both the beginning of bliss and like agonizing teasing, you needed more. You moaned loudly into the kiss and wiggled your hips for more. He opened his eyes and looked at something above you before he separated and brought his hand up. You opened your eyes to beg for him when you saw your big brother’s cock inches from your face. Your Daddy had his hand on it, guiding your brother forward. As you still wiggled your hips for more of your Daddy’s cock, you opened your mouth eagerly for your brother’s. With a deep chuckle, your father guided his son’s Alpha cock into his little Omega daughter’s mouth.

Once he sat heavily in your mouth, your Alpha Daddy leaned back and gripped your hips solidly before he nodded to your brother. Together, they thrust into you at the same time. Your Daddy’s cock bottomed out in your cunny the same moment your brother’s met the back of your throat. The position made it easier to take your big brother’s cock into your throat, but you still gagged at the first contact. Quickly, he pulled back but you started sucking around his shaft before he could fully exit. He groaned and had to stabilize himself with his hand planted firmly on the altar. You moaned around him with your Daddy’s cock fully seated inside your greedy pussy.

“Fuck, baby. Omega. You do feel so good around me.” Your Daddy grunted before he felt your hips twitch with movement. He smirked before steeling his grip again and pulling back to thrust back in. You let out a whorish moan around your Shika-nii and he could resist moving his hips against your face. They found a pace, guided by your wanton keens and moans, and both fucked into you.

Your Daddy kept your body as still as he could while he jackhammered his cock into your little hole. Skin slapping and slick squishing and muffled moans and slight gags and lustful growls and groans filled the air from the three of you. The clan around you tried to stay mostly silent as they watched the ceremony. You didn’t give them a moment’s thought as all you could focus on was your Daddy and your brother’s cocks filling you over and over again.

Your father’s cock filled you entirely to the brim, even without his knot, and crashed against your cervix with every thrust. Your Nii-chan’s cock filled your mouth perfectly and his taste and musk were filling your senses, making you go half crazy. You couldn’t tell whose hands were on you with your mind only focussed on cock, but you felt a pair of hands on your tits again and they were tougher than before. Harsh squeezes and rough pinches and pulls to your nipples had you moaning even more and feeling even more.

“Fuck, ‘Mega.. You feel so fucking good around me… So fucking tight… Gonna knot you. Gonna knot you full. Breed you full. Breed your tight little Omega cunny.” Your Daddy’s voice growled out. The idea of being bred full by your big Alpha Daddy brought you that much closer to cumming again. Your legs tightened around him and your ankles locked behind his back as he continued to jackhammer into you and rearrange your insides.

“Yea? You want that? You want Daddy to breed your tight little hole? How ‘bout me, baby? You want me to fill your throat with cum? Want big brother’s cum down your throat?” Your Nii-chan asked teasingly as a hand moved to loosely wrap around your throat to feel the bulge he made each time he thrusted in. You whined and moaned wantonly around him and they both chuckled at you.

“What a good girl, being so good for her Daddy and Nii-chan, for her Alphas. I think we should give her what she wants, eh, Shikamaru?” Daddy teased and leaned forward when he spoke to your Nii-chan.

“I think she’s earned it.” Your brother leaned forward as well as he responded. Your Daddy raised a hand from his iron grip on your hips to grip the back of your brother’s neck to pull him into a kiss. It was quick and hot and the sound had you clenching around the cock in your pussy and moaning around the dick in your mouth. You heard them both groan in pleasure and the knots that had been quickly growing were now much too obvious to not pay mind to.

Your Daddy’s knot caught on your hole again and again until it was pushing at your entrance with each thrust. Your Nii-chan’s knot had been just barely scraping against your teeth before it only stayed brushing against your lips. Shikaku couldn’t resist any longer and thrust, hard, against you a couple more times before he buried himself and his knot fully inside of you, his tip bullying at your cervix before it pushed fully against it, almost pushing through.

Everything happened nearly all at the same moment. Your brother pushed as far in as he dared without knotting your mouth. He tensed up and gripped your tits tight with your nipples in his grip, tugging perfectly. Your Daddy’s claws dug into your thighs where he gripped to fold you in half the moment he knotted you. And you were filled with hot cum from both ends as your Daddy and your Nii-chan came inside you while you came harder than you ever would have imagined possible.

White hot spurts of cum gushed down your throat that you drank as quickly as you could, though the huge load still spilled out from your lips some. A huge load of baby batter flooded your womb and filled you with a heat that stifled the painful heat that had taken over your body and soothed the ache in your core. Your vision whited out as slick gushed around your Daddy’s knot and filled you with euphoria. Your consciousness returned to your body when you felt your Nii-chan’s slip out of your mouth.

“..by? Y/n? Omega?” Your big brother’s voice called out to you as your eyes flustered. You almost felt disoriented with the sounds of murmuring around you from the people watching the Clan Head breed his newly presented Omega Daughter. They sounded like they were celebrating something but you couldn’t tell with the haze clouding your senses.

“Nii.. chan..?” You breathed, voice hoarse from his cock and your moans.

“Right here, ‘Mega.” He smiled softly and stroked your hair to help you steadily return from your high. “You did so good, baby. Took your Alphas so well.” He cooed gently as you purred at the comfort. He gently wiped away his cum that had dribbled past your lips before he pressed sweet kisses there. “Taking Daddy so good.” He praised and it brought your attention to the bulge in your belly. Both from your Daddy’s cock and from the cum that flooded your womb.

Your Daddy sat between your legs, soothing any soreness in your thighs and hips, his knot still buried in your cunt. Your knees were still hooked over his elbows and he pressed soft kisses to your knees and calves.

“Feel so good, baby. Good little Omega.” He smiled proudly at you and pressed another soothing kiss to the bite mark you hadn’t realized he gave you on your calf.

“Daddy… Shika-nii… Alphas…” You breathed, a lazy, dopey grin on your face as you purred at them both, chirping in happiness and satisfaction at their care and being so stuffed full. Both men shivered and let out pleased growls at their title. The Clan quietly cheered and you could slightly make out something about ‘accepting them as her Alphas’ which confused you. Why wouldn’t you accept your Daddy and your Nii-chan? They were always your Alphas, right?

“Whaddya say, ‘Mega? How about next time, I breed your pretty pussy?“ Your Nii-chan smirked and kissed you full on the mouth again with a silent promise that almost had you already whining for more.

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[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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Hi everyone I've been having MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK! For the past couple of months it's like I have the concepts but can never do it,so I'm helping this can help me get back into the groove.

I'm taking requests for:

Bakugou Katsuki,Barbarian Bakugou Katsuki,Shikamaru Nara,Shikaku Nara,Sasuke Uchiha,Madara Uchicha,Tobirama (whatever his last name is) Asuma (whatever his last name is)

I'll WRITE WHATEVER YOU WANT DARK CONTENT AND ALL but.....I dont do fluff to a certain extent and mlm I SUCK AT THAT

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Blog rule book:

What fandoms I take requests for:

Naruto

Boruto

What I write for:

Nsfw, headcanones, scenarios,dark content, non con,dub con,poc reader, horror, cheating.

Characters I write for:

Shikamaru nara

Sasuke Uchiha

Madara Uchiha

Asuma {whatever his last name is}

Shikaku Nara

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I wanted to ask if you can do a more in-depth, for Shikamaru in his obsession. Like, A more in-depth look at everyone’s reaction when they found out and a more in-depth look at how they treat each other. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I am obsessed with Shikamaru and his obsession

Hehe, I think lots of people love Shikamaru and his obsession~ I decided to write about what happens just after they met for the first time, hope you enjoy~

Omega!Shikamaru x Alpha!Reader

Summary: Meeting his obsession at only age 5, Shikamaru is lucky enough to have his entire lifetime with his obsession at his side. Shikaku doesn't feel quite so lucky.

Word count: 1.25k

Warnings: None.

Shikaku didn’t know whether to be proud, irritated or resigned at the situation that had been suddenly dumped in his lap. The burn of your parents’ suspicious eyebrow raises had him leaning towards the latter two emotions, but the happy purrs his son was letting at his feet, massaging his baby Obsessions hands in his own, tipped the scale back towards proud.

He still couldn’t believe that his son, barely five years old, had already found his obsession. He had been dreading the day this happened, remembering the way his own father had had to reign him in when he fell for Yoshino, and anticipating an older Shikamaru giving him some good old-fashioned karma. But it happening this soon wasn’t something he had predicted, nor something he was ready for. Even in his worst-case imaginings, he had thought about a hormonal fifteen-year-old Shikamaru, never a five-year-old that had only just started learning how to control his emotions.

Shikaku sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. The whole situation was troublesome.

“I understand that this is shocking, it is a surprise to us as well, Naras rarely find their obsessions this young,” his wife explained to your parents.  He was so glad she was here to help him handle this. “But it isn’t something that can be taken back, nor something that can be stopped, so our best course of action is to figure out how we’re going to move forward.”

“This isn’t our first-time hearing about the Nara obsession instinct,” your mother said, seemingly the more relaxed one of your two parents, if the way your father was perched on the edge of the sofa like a tightly coiled spring was anything to go by. “But we had planned on only allowing sleepovers once they turned eight, so hearing about the expectation of sleepovers so suddenly isn’t easy to digest. I don’t understand why playdates can’t suffice.”

Shikaku tuned out Yoshino’s response, knowing that she would handle everything while ruffling as few feathers as possible. Well, provided your parents remained civil and open-minded. If they started demanding things that would hurt Shikamaru, Shikaku would have to pull her back before she decided violence was the best way to solve the problem. But seeing as the coast was clear for the moment, he turned his gaze towards his only son.

Shikamaru still had a tight grip on your hand, but his full attention was on your face now. He was leaning in just a little too close as you spoke, but you didn’t seem to mind. At least the silver lining was that Shikamaru had picked a relaxed baby alpha to obsess over.

“Your hair is very pretty,” you said quietly, a little smile on your face. “I like it.”

Furious purrs erupted from Shikamaru, his little face flushing in pride. Shikaku watched with amusement as Shikamaru immediately used his free hand to try and pull his hair out of his ponytail. His tiny fingers fumbled for a moment, but he eventually got it loose and yanked it out, pulling a few strands out along with it without so much as a flinch.

Shikaku remembered that feeling all too well, the way the desire to please Yoshino, make her happy with him, overshadowed everything else, even pain. When he first chose her, he would have been able to walk over a field of glass without flinching if he thought it would make her smile.

“You can touch it if you want,” Shikamaru said, practically vibrating with excitement as he leant his head forward, his now loose hair falling forwards towards you. “I don’t mind.”

“Wow, so soft!” you exclaimed, running your fingers through his hair. “Do you wash it with fairy dust?”

“No, just shampoo, but I also use conditioner,” Shikamaru announced proudly, pushing his head into your hand like a cat.

Shikaku smothered a snort. He imagined that Shikamaru would no longer roll his eyes and try to get out of using conditioner at bath time, something he was sure would delight his wife.

“We just can’t agree to that many nights with them away from home, away from us, they’re our child,” your mother said, just as Shikaku turned one ear back to the main conversation. “We might be able to divide the four nights in half though. We could have Shikamaru stay with us for two nights, but we’d need support navigating their relationship because we don’t know what’s normal or-“

Confident that things were going well enough that he wouldn’t have to restrain his wife, Shikaku turned back to his son and the baby alpha sitting on the floor beside him.

“Can I plait your hair, please?” you asked his son, still idly petting him.

Only yesterday, the same question had come from Ino, although the tone had been a little more demanding, and his son had rolled his eyes, refused, called Ino troublesome and gone to hide upstairs to take a nap.

His response now was like night and day. Shikaku watched his son’s face light up, his head bobbing up and down instantly.

“Yes, yes, whenever you want,” he said, falling over himself to turn around and present you with the back of his head. He scooted backwards until he was almost on your lap and then folded his hands together on his lap, waiting with barely contained excitable energy.

It was so strange seeing his son like this. He was used to his lazy petulance when face with chores, the competitive gleam in his eyes when they played shogi, his thinking face when he was presented a new puzzle or mystery, but this tidal wave of genuine, open affection and eagerness for companionship was something Shikaku had never seen.

“Thanks! You’re the best, Shika!” you said, separating his hair into three parts.

His son looked ready to ascend to a different plane of being.

This whole thing was a mess, Shikaku though, rubbing at his eyes. He wasn’t looking forward to the hundreds of tantrums he’d have to diffuse, the weird impulses he’d have to redirect or having to host another five-year-old in his house all the time. However, the pure happiness radiating off his son was more than worth all the bad. He was glad that Shikamaru would have his obsession with him for his entire life, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but hopefully Shikamaru would be used enough to his obsession and coping mechanisms that the hormonal nightmare of teenagerhood wouldn’t be so bad.

Shikaku gave the two children one more glance, vaguely amused to see Shikamaru silently mouthing ‘my alpha’ over and over again as you focused on plaiting his hair, before properly turning back to the conversation he was supposed to be a part of.

Everything would work out; he would make it so.

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BONUS:

“Well, we should probably head off now,” your father said, standing up, holding the newly drawn up custody arrangement. “We’re having dinner with my parents tonight. Darling, time to leave, go and get your shoes on, please.”

“WHAT?! NO!”

“Here we go,” Shikaku sighed, trying to intercept Shikamaru before he got a hold on the baby alpha. Too late.

“Shikamaru, let go, they have to go home,” he said, kneeling down on the floor with them both.

“No!” his son whined, tears gathering on his water line. “They’re my alpha! Mine!”

“Shikamaru, that wasn’t a suggestion. Let them go.”

Shikamaru only growled at him, so Shikaku just started pulling him off you by the scruff.

“Shikamaru, stop struggling, stop- Ow! You little- He just bit me!”

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THE NEW NARUTO X ASIAN KUNG-FU GENERATION PV HD

This was amazing I’m really excited for Boruto Pv

Shikamaru is Naruto's true best friend & not Sasuke he is rival & former enemy when he left the village!!! But the one who was with him and supported him is Shikamaru!!! Shikamaru was the one that helped Naruto bounce back from Jiraiyas death!!! Naruto help Shikamaru get his revenge on Hidan!!! Their friendship is really underrated!!!

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            Unchained Melody

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Please enjoy it. It's an old draft from a couple of years ago. If anyone falls in love with this and wants to continue it, please dm me!

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Konohagakure was livelier than usual today. Civilians bustled here and there as they prepared decorations for the fire festival, a grand ball being held in town square. Food tables were being prepared, sectioned by clans; Yamanaka, Nara, Uchiha, and even the Uzumaki clan were making a grand appearance. A newly formed alliance of the Mist Village has them attending it too, their Mizukage traveling to Konohagakure. After the overthrow of the tyrannical Mizukage by none other than his eldest son; there has been prosperity in Mist. The economy is booming, and new alliances are being built. Zabuza Momochi was promising in his leadership, sharp around the edges if tales were true but just and kind in his ways. 

You parted from the one vendor to make your way across the street, partaking in light chatter as you helped set it all up. You volunteered every year for the fire festival, finding joy in the way the whole village comes together for one night. The Hokage, Minato Namikaze, was even lending a helping hand. While you respect the Hokage immensely for how well he leads, you find yourself avoiding him only because of how intense his energy can be. Sensitivity to chakra was uncommon but not unheard of. And it's mostly spotted in those hailing from a prestigious clan. So the shock of your parents when Y/N L/N, their sweet, civilian girl, showed chakra sensitivity was something to be remembered forever. There was but a small push from the Nara clan to have you join the academy, even offering a scholar. But your parents, mostly your mom, had put their foot down. Refusing her only child to go and be trained in the art of killing. 

For the longest time, it caused strife between you and her. Ten-year-old you whined about how you could be protecting the village or going on cool undercover missions. Ultimately, her will stood too strong against your nagging. And 11 years later you praise Kami for not letting you go down that path. As much as you respect those in it, watching a shinobi slit another man's throat wide open in the markets at just 14 years old, really threw you off. The man had been an enemy ninja, sent to kidnap Shikamaru Nara, he was chased into the market where he quickly met his demise. A core memory, though, was standing there with your apples scattered across the floor, a dead body bleeding out in front of you. Other civilians had at that point taken cover in shops, as is protocol. But you couldn’t move, couldn’t tear your eyes away from the dead body, until a kunoichi stepped in front of you, dragging your attention away. She was soft-spoken, gentle but firm as she escorted you into the small bakery beside you. Later, another Kunoichi would show up at your house, asking you questions about the incident and how it was affecting you. Your parents held your hand the entire time, crying when you remembered the way the blade slid across his neck, the gurgled noises as he choked on his own blood. His eyes would flash in all of your worst nightmares for many years after that.

But alas, you moved past it, and while there are nights you grab take out before you grab your kitchen knife, all is well. Now here you stand, 22, working at a Yamanka floral shop with community work on the side. Life is good, you have wonderful parents, wonderful friends, and you plan to have a wonderful night at the ball. If only the lanterns would actually cooperate and not hang weird every time you attached one to a string.  

  “Y/n, hun, do you need me to hang em up instead?” An amused voice called below you. Looking down, you watch Ino Yamanaka raise an eyebrow at your struggling. You stick a tongue out at her, huffing annoyedly as you hop on down the ladder, brushing yourself off. 

  “They just won’t stop wrinkling and hanging all weird.” Grumbling, you hand over the string line of lanterns, stepping to the side to let Ino take over. The blonde woman simply laughs, standing on the ladder. 

  “Maybe they don’t like you? How about you go take those flower pots to my pops, and I’ll finish this for yah.” You nod, excited to take a break. 

  “Hell yeah, where is he?” Hoisting up the flower pots, you balance them in your arms. They’re heavier than expected, you muse to yourself. Trying to readjust them to even out the weight. 

  “He’s up in the Hokage's office greeting the Mizukage on his arrival. Just knock and say it's from me, okay?” Ino doesn’t spare a glance as she perfectly hangs each lantern. A part of you watches in jealousy before hurrying off in the direction she told you to.

 Inoichi Yamanaka was a brilliant Shinobi and quickly made an advisory of the Hokage. It was no wonder he was at the Hokage's office. The building wasn’t too far, a 10-minute walk past the bigger shopping market and just east of the Konoha Police Station. Damn did carrying these pots make it harder though, huffing each time you have to stop and redistribute the weight of them. You round up the 3rd flight of steps, slightly out of breath and snapping at the chunin rushing by you, almost costing you a flower pot for his troubles. ‘Just 2 more flights and you’re good.’ That’s all you could repeat to yourself, trekking on. 

Eventually, you found yourself in front of the Hokage's office doors, ANBU and jonin Shinobi stationed all around. Some of the headbands you recognized as the Konohagakure symbol, the others you could only guess were Mist. You shuffle nervously in front of the two ninjas guarding the door. 

  “I’ve been sent by Ino Yamanaka to deliver these to her father Inoichi Yamanaka.” The words felt like sandpaper in your mouth, nerves lighting ablaze at being under such scrutiny, shifting side to side nervously. The ninja on your right, a taller man with shoulder-length brown hair and a more boyish face raised an eyebrow; clearly suspicious of you. The other one, lanky and tall with spiky silver hair with a mask covering most of his face simply stared at you, unwavering in his intensity. It was a solid minute of tense silence before the silver-haired man stepped to the side, pushing open the door. Taking a deep shaky breath you walked by, not missing how his gaze narrowed just slightly. 

Damn Shinobi and their paranoia. 

 Inside the office was Yamanaka-sama, Shikaku Nara-sama, head of the Nara clan, and Mizukage-sama. Of course. you knew that in the shadows there were probably a dozen ninjas, ready for anything at any moment. All three men turned towards you, Inoichi perking up just slightly at the pots in your hands. Shikaku recognized you, of course, offering a small smile. You weren’t truly paying attention to them though, gaze caught in the Mizukages. 

Oh boy. Intimidating was a kind way to describe the towering man. Broad, muscled shoulders stood proud, chest toned from years of hard work. And oh did he tower over you, a clear 2 feet difference. Mizukage was imposing; he took up room and he demanded attention- no- respect. You don’t know how long you stood there, hands gripped on the flower pots, breath shaky from the long walk here and his stare. Your heartbeat was going a mile a minute, peering into the hands of a predator. Zabuza Momochi was powerful, his chakra a prickling sensation down your back. Instincts telling you to run, run away little deer. Don’t be eaten by the wolf. 

You almost listened, shifting back slightly, but was broken from the trance as Inoichi cleared his throat, calculating eyes looking between you and Zabuza. Flushing darkly, you swallowed and then bowed, shakily holding out the pots. 

  “Ino sent me to give you these.” Your voice only wobbled slightly, Keenly aware of the eyes burning into you. Feeling bared, like he could see right through you. Inoichi took them with ease.

  “Thank you Y/n, have you been helping with the setup? Is Ino busy?” He asked politely, relaxing his stance in your clearly nervous presence. You nod, smiling trying not to look at Zabuza again. Knowing you’d only be caught once more. 

 “Yeah, Ino actually is helping me with the string lanterns so that’s why she didn’t come herself.” 

  He nodded, opening his mouth to say something else but was cut short as Zabuza Momohi spoke first. 

 “Will you be at the ball tonight?” You almost get dizzy from how fast you turn to look at him. Eyes widened almost comically in shock. Zabuza's mouth tilted up in amusement at your reaction. Stepping forward and holding out his hand expectantly. Swallowing down the feelings churning in your gut you take his much larger, calloused hand, nodding your head yes. 

 “Um- yeah, I-I’ll be there.” The man only offered a hum, bringing your hand up to his mouth where he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. He never broke eye contact, and once again, you were caught in the hands of a killer. Smooth in his entanglement, a gasp left your lips, quiet, breathless. There was silence in the room for a moment, everybody waiting with bated breath to see what would happen; Zabuza still holding your hand.

The door to the office banged open, causing you to jump, retching your hand away as if burned as you swung around to see the commotion. Naruto, the Hokage's son, entered with his dad chattering excitedly about something you didn’t care enough to pay attention to. Turning back around, you bowed deeply to three men, excusing yourself. Missing the slight downturn of Zabuza’s lips or the knowing stare of Shikaku and Inoichi. You bowed to the Hokage and his son on your way out, flushed and keeping your head low as you scurried away. 

When you finally made it outside, you pressed yourself against the wall, out of view, as you held a hand against your racing heart. You thought back to his shoulders, his eyes, his hands that were so scarred and calloused from what you can only imagine is years of training; held yours so delicately, so gently. It was almost maddening, and, oh god, you cannot believe you just had that interaction with the fucking Mizukage.

 Ino was gonna flip when she heard about this. 

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The Road Not Taken

Shibi x  female reader with a name - arranged marriage

Summary: Airi Nara seems a hopeless case, until her grandmother sets her up for an arranged marriage. But was marrying Shibi Aburame the right choice after all?

part 2 ; Character sheet

I had an idea and could not stop writing it. Normally I finish a fic before I post it but I wanted to try something new. I hope this doesn’t blow up in my face.

tagging: @spellcasterlight​ because she’s lending me her own OC as Shino’s mother

Her parents named her Airi, choosing the two Kanjis that meant favorite - because they had been waiting for her - and Pear Tree - because her father had planted one the day they had gotten married.

Her father, a member of the Nara clan, had inherited the laziness and the looks, but not much of their genius. Her mother, unwilling to fight, had focused on healing to help the village and what she lacked in talent she made up for in vigor.

All they wanted was a simple life, an average life.

They died early. 

Growing up alongside her cousin Shikaku, Airi realized three things early on.

First, she would always be two steps behind, whether it was in age, constitution, or talent.

Second, love was not often given freely in the world of Shinobi but it was cherished.

And third, she needed to be able to pick her battles and pick them well.

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The door to Shikaku’s house isn’t fully closed.

You push it open and call out for the family of three.

“We’re in the living room,” Yoshino calls out and Airi follows the noise.

It is no surprise to see Shikaku sprawled out on the Couch, most likely on his third nap of the day. It is no less surprise to see Shikamaru napping on his chest, an ever-growing bundle of sass and genius.

“Tuckered out?” You ask and Yoshino nods, not bothering to rise from where she is going over her needlework. 

“Shikaku has been teaching him Shogi. I’ve never seen him so focused before.”

Whether it is the mention of Shogi or just the usual time for his nap to end, Shikaku groans, shakes his head, and peers at them.

“Airi,” He says and you know immediately that he has been informed. You nod, ignoring Yoshino’s curious looks.

“I thought it would be better to discuss this here,” You say, an apologetic smile on your lips. “Would you care for a walk in the woods?”

Shikaku nods grimly and pulls his son from his chest. Shikamaru whines but settles instantly on the soft cushions, already fast asleep by the time you make it to the door leading into the backyard.

“We won’t be long,” Shikaku tells Yoshino, a tone in his voice that keeps her from questioning.

-

The sun hadn’t yet gone down fully but dusk was settling quickly and below the trees, it was almost dark, soothing to your left eye. 

“Yori said that you agreed to everything. That’s not the Airi that I know.”

“Which Airi are you referring to?”

He huffs. “The Airi that fought tooth and nails to marry the man she loved? True love conquers all, wasn’t that your life’s motto?”

“Do I have to remind you that he died?” Your voice is low and calm but Shikaku tenses as if you’d slapped him.

“Just…” He starts again. “Why are you agreeing to an arranged marriage?”

“So far I haven’t agreed to anything. I’ve been minding my business, doing my work until Yori decided to pop in on one of her surprise visits. You know how she is, she’s got her ears and eyes everywhere and…” You stop, swallow, and force the words out of your mouth. “She mentioned that Aburame-san has been a widower for two years now and that his son needs a mother. The Aburame’s have always been open to arranged marriages and she’s not wrong. My chances for remarrying have significantly dulled since the injury to my eye.”

“I understand that, but Shibi? Are you sure?”

“I haven’t met him yet. I knew Yori would tell you immediately and I was hoping I could talk to you first but I see she’s beat me again. I am asking you as my Clan head and not as my cousin for your honest opinion on this case.”

He is quiet for a while as he walks next to you through the woods that had been your home for so long.

Finally, he speaks.

“Shibi is not a bad man. If you are serious about this, I’d give you my blessings but I want you to meet him first, and talk this through. Don’t marry that man without knowing him, especially his family's jutsu.”

“You’d have to officiate.” You remind him and he groans in annoyance.

“What a drag.”

-

Shibi is tall. You cannot tell much more because his clothes seem to swallow him whole. Dark glasses cover his eyes and his hair is a mess of brown that almost seems to defy gravity but other than that, you can only see his long fingers wound around the teacup in front of him.

You wonder briefly if he’s cold. Maybe less than perfect blood circulation?

“Why don’t you tell us about your son?” Yori’s voice cuts through the quiet of the room but you barely flinch this time, the tips of your fingernails digging into the flesh of your hands instead. 

Yori is one of the elders of the clan. What she lacks in size she makes up for in volume.

“His name is Shino.” Shibi offers politely. His voice is calm. “He was born four years ago, therefore he is as old as Shikamaru.”

“What are his hobbies?” You ask, your voice a whisper in comparison to Yori.

Shibi’s left eyebrow raises and he seems to ponder your question for a moment.

“Currently, he is learning about honeybees. Why? He is very interested in bugs and insects of all kinds.”

There’s so much more you want to ask. 

Does he miss his mother? Does he like to cuddle? Does he cry or does he hide his tears like Shikamaru sometimes does because he’s embarrassed?

“Well, it sounds like you’re getting along,” Yori exclaims happily to your utter embarrassment. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks and unlike Shibi, there’s no way to hide your blush.

He clears his throat pointedly and you fear the worst.

“Would you like to take a walk? We are not far from our grounds and I would like to show you the Aburame estate.” Just as before he adds a question and its answer to his sentence. “Why? Because you should know the place you’d be going to live in.”

It is almost endearing and you wonder if he’s aware of this mannerism.

Yori all but pushes you out the door. You’re not really dressed for a walk in today’s weather, the pretty Yukata Yori had demanded you put on is no match against Konoha’s fall winds.

But you soldier on.

The streets are busy as ever, but no one pays you any mind. 

You’ve never stood out before but since your injury, people tend to look away when the notice you. Shibi seems to share your fate but he doesn’t seem to mind.

He’s quiet as he walks. You want to ask more questions but you don’t know what you should ask. Or if you’re allowed to.

Eventually, he turns to the right and through a tall, wooden archway. 

Even in the fall, the Aburame estate is beautiful. There’s a multitude of trees dipped in various shades of red, yellow, and the dark green of conifers. Where the Nara estate is a dense forest with a few clearings, the Aburame estate is a cultivated garden.

It’s a feast for the insects, you realize, as you follow him down a path.

Wild vine covers the house you are walking towards. A door opens and a woman steps outside, a boy next to her. She’s old, her grey hair in a long braid.

“Father.” The boy greets Shibi and he looks nothing like you thought he would but nothing like that at all. He’s about the same size as Shikamaru but he wears long wide clothing and a tiny set of sunglasses that cover his eyes. His hair is a shade darker but just as wild.

“Shino. Chiasa-san. We have a visitor.”

“Hello.” You wave your hand awkwardly and they both greet you politely. Their eyes may be shielded by their sunglasses but you can tell that they are watching you curiously.

“I would like to borrow a coat, Chiasa-san. Why? Because Nara-san is here to learn about our estate and she is not dressed for the weather.”

“Can I come?” Shino asks. There’s a moment of Silence as you watch Shibi, trying to guess his answer. You want him to say yes just as much as you want him to say no.

“You can come. Why? You can tell her about the honeybees.”

There’s something like a smile tugging on little Shino’s lips. Chiasa is back, a heavy coat in her arms. It’s the same unassuming greenish-brown that seems to be the colour of the Aburame’s uniform. You take it, eager to slip into something warmer. As you move to put your arm into one sleeve, Shibi lifts the coat for easier access.

It’s a simple gesture but it’s attentive and you suppose it’s more than you could have asked for.

Shino is a determined guide. He lists all the plants that usually grow as well as the bugs that feed from them. Whenever he has nothing to say he falls silent. If he grows tired, he doesn’t say, he just trudges along on short legs.

Shibi halts in between the trees. It’s darker here but not as dark as in the Nara forest. Still it soothes your left eye.

“Before an Aburame engages in an arranged marriage, it is custom to show their eyes.” He exclaims. “If it frightens you, you will not have to see it again.”

Without any further explanation, he pulls the sunglasses from his face.

His eyes are a light shade of amber and you wonder if they would glow gold in the sunlight. Below each eye is a line of black dots. Before you can question if they are painted on or tattooed like the marks of the Inuzuka, the dots begin to move. 

Quickly, you realize that they are bugs. Hundreds of them move out of tiny holes in his face, the most prominent ones below his eyes. 

On instinct you take a step closer, your left eye not much help in distinguishing one bug from the other and something akin to surprise passes over Shibi’s face but you could be mistaken.

“Does it hurt?” You ask as you watch, transfixed.

“It does not.” Shino exclaims to your feet. “Should I show her too?” He asks his father.

Shibi seems to hesitate for a moment and you take it as a sign to take the lead, dropping down to be on eye level with the boy.

“If you want,” You tell him. “You can show me.”

Shino’s eyes have a blue tint, probably inherited from his mother. He watches you intently as the bugs march across his nose. This close you can tell how many of them there are and how small they are.

“Does it tickle?” You ask. 

Instead of an answer, Shino lifts his hand and points at your left eye, his hand so close his finger almost pokes your skin.

“Does that hurt?” He asks bluntly.

“Only when the lights are very bright.” You tell him honestly.

“Why don’t you wear sunglasses?”

“I haven’t found a pair that I liked yet.” It’s not the whole truth but he seems satisfied with it.

“How did it happen?”

You swallow thickly, your brain rushing through various explanations.

“He only wants to know what caused it,” Shibi explains softly. 

“Why? Because it looks like poison but none that I am familiar with.” Shino expands further, copying his father’s style of speech.

It is endearing to see parts of the one in the other. 

And as Shino is not asking for much more but the most basic details of your injury, his question is quickly answered.

The boy stifles a yawn as you finish and Shibi, his glasses back in place, picks him up with ease. 

“It is time for you to sleep. Why? Because your hive needs to regenerate.”

You walk after them, feeling a bit like a spectator to their home life as Shino melts into his father's hold, content to be carried.

Chiasa is already at the door when you arrive, accepting Shino into her arms.

“I will be home soon,” Shibi tells his son. “Do not wait up.”

You move to slip out of the given jacket but Shibi stops you quickly.

“I will walk you home. There is no need to give it back just now.”

The walk back is as quiet as when you started but it feels a lot less heavy now. 

You can tell that Shibi is not much of a talker. This marriage would mean a quiet life and after having spent so much time around Yori, you can’t say you’re against the change.

About half a mile from your house, Shibi stops in the soft light of a flickering street lamp. He looks up at the sky where one cloud chases another, the strong winds pushing them further and further away.

“I’d like to know your opinion.” He says and you wait, already anticipating what will follow. “Why? Because it is important what you think about this.”

You hadn’t expected this particular kind of reasoning, another blush working itself into your cheeks. 

“I-” You start, unsure of how to phrase your thoughts. “I’d like to try.” You shudder under the weight of this decision. “You seem a calm man. I don’t have much to offer but if you’ll have me-”

It sounds like you’re proposing to him, in some way, but Shibi doesn’t react. He’s quiet, almost frozen in place. You wonder what he’s thinking.

Eventually, he speaks again.

“How soon do you want to be married?” He asks.

-

Your wedding is small.

As the Clan head of the Nara, it is Shikaku’s duty to officiate any wedding inside the Nara Clan. But as you’re marrying someone from another Clan, he’s found just another reason to duck the responsibility.

You are wed in the Hokage office instead of the Nara forest as you had planned that your first wedding. The one that never happened.

Shikaku and Chiasa are your witnesses and Yoshinori is standing to the side, holding an already snoozing Shikamaru while Shino is a stiff spectator to her side.

Everything is done and over in less than twenty minutes.

There is no party after, no honeymoon that’s just the two of you in a shabby hotel. 

While you were getting married, everything you’ve packed has been moved out from Yori’s house to the Aburame estate and is now waiting for you to unpack.

Less than a month ago Yori had approached you with her grand idea and now you were no longer a Nara but an Aburame by name and residence.

The walk toward your new home reminds you of your first walk with Shibi. 

You’re both not dressed overly fancy, the change from work clothes to something more casual the only visible sign that this was not a work visit to the Hokage.

No one sends you any looks as you make your way through the village, Shino in your middle, refusing to be carried.

The fact that you look like his mother now, like you’re one family, hits you like one of Maito Guy's punches. Because, legally, you are his mother now. You are family. 

It just doesn’t feel like it.

The wine-covered house is Shibi’s. 

It’s slightly bigger than the others on the compound and as you step through the door you are surprised by the well-chosen interior. Light, earthy colors are interjected with the dark green of plants.

“Can I play?” Shino asks as soon as you are inside.

“Yes.” 

Shino slips out of his shoes and into the living room. Before you can wonder what he considers playing, Shibi points towards the first floor.

“Let me show you your room.”

Your room, as he calls it, is a small bedroom that fits one bed, one dresser, and one small desk. There’s a door leading to a bathroom. 

“It used to be my study.” He explains, his voice soft. “I thought you might want your own room. Why? Because we are not yet well acquainted.”

His words offer a look into the future. When you are better acquainted you will share his room. A shiver runs down your back, but you’re not sure why. You knew this was going to happen.

Quite frankly you hadn’t even thought it possible to have your own room. You were married now, after all.

The bathroom connects his room with yours. There are two more rooms on the other side of the hallway, Shino’s bedroom and another small bathroom.

“Are you hungry?” Shibi asks. “I will prepare something. Why? Shino is going to be hungry soon.”

“I am not hungry yet. Do you want me to help?”

“It is your choice. I will not mind your help nor if you choose to unpack instead.”

He leaves for the ground floor after that, leaving you to decide for yourself.

The day moves by quickly after that. Unpacking doesn’t take as long as you would have thought. 

You come back down right on time for dinner only to realize that the Aburames do not talk during meals. It’s a quiet, yet tasty, meal. The small bug in your pocket, carved from an antler, is burning into your skin. But not once does it feel right to pull it out and gift it to him.

This is your wedding day but it feels different than what you had imagined.

After dinner, Shino and you help clean up the little that is to clean. 

Shino settles in the living room soon after, a book roughly his size on the floor.

He puts his finger on the page and follows the words, sounding them out aloud whenever he has trouble.

He is four years old yet he can read almost as well as Shikamaru. You wonder how you’ll ever be a mother to him.

“I have to leave,” Shibi announces shortly after, gourd already on his back. “I’ll be back before morning.”

Shino nods in understanding and Shibi turns towards you. There is an awkward pause, roughly two heartbeats long, as you wonder how you should say goodbye. Do you hug him? Kiss him? Nod at him as Shino did?

“Shino will go to bed at his usual time. If there is any problem, Chiasa lives in the house closest to ours.” 

He leaves after that with a curt nod, while you ponder the fact that it is now “our” house instead of “theirs”.

-

“I will go to bed now,” Shino tells you. “Why? Because I am tired.”

“Do you want me to take you?” You ask, getting to your feet.

He freezes in surprise. “How?”

“How?” 

“How do you take one to bed? I do not need to be carried.”

You smile. “When I was your age, my mother would sit by my bed until I fell asleep and tell me stories. And my father would give me a good night kiss so that I would have good dreams.”

He ponders that for a moment until he nods in resolution.

“I would like to try a story. Why? I assume that those are educational.”

“They can be.”

When he has settled in his bed, his glasses on the nightstand, his bugs freely moving across his face, you pull the carving out of your pocket.

“What is it?” He asks and you hold it up for him to sea.

“It is my present to you. It is a bug made from antler.”

He takes it from your hand, holding it up as well. 

“It is not anatomically correct.” He tells you. “It is much too big to be real.”

“It is not meant to look real. It is meant to be cherished.”

He ponders that for a moment before he puts the carving on the nightstand next to his glasses.

“Do you have a story about antlers?” He asks.

You smile. “Of Course. I come from the Nara Clan after all.”

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**Part 3: "Sunflower Supper"**

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**Setting: Nara Residence, the cozy dining room**

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The Nara family gathered around the low wooden table, its surface polished by years of shared meals. Hikari had outdone herself—steaming bowls of ramen, grilled fish, and pickled vegetables adorned the table. The room smelled of soy sauce and nostalgia.

Shikaku, ever the strategist, sat at the head of the table. His shadow stretched across the tatami mats, merging with the evening darkness. Hikari flitted about, arranging plates and humming a tune. Shikamaru, elbows on the table, stared at his bowl as if deciphering its secrets.

"Sunflower ramen," Hikari announced, placing a bowl in front of Shikaku. "Made with love."

Shikaku raised an eyebrow. "Love, huh?"

Hikari winked. "And a pinch of chili flakes."

As they slurped noodles, Shikamaru finally spoke. "Mom, why sunflowers?"

Hikari sat next to him, her eyes twinkling. "Because they face the sun, my clever boy. They find light even on cloudy days."

Shikaku leaned back, sipping his tea. "And shadows?"

"Shadows," Hikari said, "are where secrets hide. They're like your father's jutsu—unseen but powerful."

Shikamaru glanced at Shikaku. "Dad, do you have secrets?"

Shikaku smirked. "Only battle plans."

Hikari nudged him. "And a soft spot for sunflowers."

They laughed, the sound filling the room. Shikamaru's chopsticks danced between bites. "I guess we're a mix of sunflowers and shadows."

Hikari clinked her tea cup against Shikaku's. "Balance, my love."

And so, in the warm glow of their home, the Nara family savored their sunflower supper. Shadows danced on the walls, and laughter echoed—a symphony of love and strategy.

---

*End of Part 3*

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Last part

[loudstrawberryblizzard]

Izumo and Kotetsu need way more love and recognition they deserve especially the headcanons and boyfriend scenarios like these. 😊

Naruto boys Dirt talk headcanons

Nara Shikamaru

Shikamaru loves to talk dirty to you. All the time. He's gotten in trouble at the mission desk and the office for saying dirty things to you in front of others. He would definitely have a degrading kink and does it on purpose because he wants you to punish him. He has many kinks and is definitely a brat. 

Hyuuga Neji 

Neji would say he’s not into it and wouldn't be a huge fan but he melts every time you whisper praise into his ear. He's way too uncomfortable to stay anything dirty to you and would be too uncomfortable to roleplay.

Kotetsu

Kotetsu may seem like the one more into dirty talk but he's only into it if you are. He's very easy to embarrass but will like when you talk dirty to him during sex more because you enjoy it. He would be willing to roleplay if you're into it.

Izumo

Izumo seems so sweet and innocent but when you're in bed with him, he's so dirty. He loves talking dirty and when you talk dirty to him. He would be very into kinks and roleplaying.

Yamato

Yamato would be uncomfortable at first but very into it. He probably won't say anything but loves when you talk dirty to him. He would definitely have a praise kink and is very into wood puns. 

Gemma

Gemma loves teasing you all the time. He would also get in trouble for saying dirty things in front of his superiors. With him its in bed, out of bed, and even in public. He’ll love it even more if you tease him back.

Iruka

He may seem so straight lace while he's working but once you two are alone, is another story. He would like some light roleplaying and talk during foreplay but hes not as vocal during sex. 

Hatake Kakashi 

Kakashi would be very into dirty talk and he would have a huge praise kink. You tell him he’s a good omega and he would just melt under you.

Shikaku 

Shikaku would definitely be into dirty talk. He would also definitely have a degrading kink and be a brat only he keeps those things private for the most part. He would be very into kinks and willing to try anything you were into as long as you were willing to try things he’s into. He would also definitely send you notes during the day with dirty things in them for you if you worked in the hokage offices near him. Everyone knows that they are dirty but you know not to read them in front of people after the first few times, as they quickly get worse and more detailed. 

Inuzuka Kiba

He would be very into it. Kiba would have a huge breading kink. All he wants you to do is tell him how pregnant you’ll make him and how hot he would be pregnant. 

Uzumaki Naruto

Naruto would be very into it. He’s loud and proud about it too, though he’ll tone it down once he’s hokage. 

Rock Lee

He gets very confused by dirty talk. He likes it and tries to talk dirty back to you but it's either really sweet or doesn't make any sense. 

Maito Gai 

Gai would have a youth kink (is that even a thing? It would be for him at least.) he would talk a lot during sex, not exactly sure you could call it dirty talk.

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

【ＮＡＲＵＴＯ】

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 𝟷𝟷

Naruto Uzumaki

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒰𝓏𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝓊𝓉𝑜[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Incest, Threesome, Age Gap, Underage Drinking] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ���� 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Sasuke Uchiha

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒰𝒸𝒽���𝒽𝒶 𝒮𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓀𝑒[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Monster/Human Romance - Merman!Sasuke]

Shikamaru Nara

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓊[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, ABO, Age Gap]

Kiba Inuzuka

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝐼𝓃𝓊𝓏𝓊𝓀𝒶 𝒦𝒾𝒷𝒶[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, ABO] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Neji Hyuuga

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Shino Aburame

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒜𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑜[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, ABO, Insect Play(is that a thing?)] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙸𝚂/𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃𝚂

Shibi Aburame

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒜𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒾[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, ABO, Incest] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Shikaku Nara

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓀𝒶𝓀𝓊[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, ABO, incest, Threesome]

Kakashi Hatake

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝐻𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒦𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Incest]

Jiraiya

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Yamato | Tenzou

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒴𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑜|𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜𝓊[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Poly] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Minato Namikaze

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓀𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑜[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, ABO, stepcest, threesome] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Tobirama Senju

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

Madara Uchiha

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝑒𝓉!

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

Itachi Uchiha

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒰𝒸𝒽𝒾𝒽𝒶 𝐼𝓉𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, stepcest]

Orochimaru

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒪𝓇𝑜𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓊[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Monster/Human Romance - Naga!Orochimaru, Mentions of Sacrificing(Reader is a Sacrificial Bride of sorts)] (ℂ𝕆𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝕊𝕆𝕆ℕ!!)

Menma

𝒲𝐼𝒮𝒫𝒮𝐼𝑀𝒫𝒮 - 𝒰𝓏𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾 𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓂𝒶[Part of a Series, TW: Exhibitionism, Stepcest, Lactation Kink, Age Gap]

【Ｂａｃｋ　ｔｏ　Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔｓ】

[13as07]

Sweet Girl #2

(Shikaku Nara Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pii (Fc2)]

Requested by: Also my hormones

Word Count: 3,733

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Age-gap

Oral (fe/male receiving)

Dacryphilia (aka getting hard cause of tears)

Creampie

Fighting (yelling)

Name Calling: Commander, Sweet Girl, Bitch, Good Girl

Pleasure Kink

Praise

Auralism (hearing people having sex)

Hairpulling

Exhibitionism

Three some (with Inoichi, kinda and cause you can’t convince me that the Ino-Shika-Cho first gen weren't swingers. Those men were real close)

Face fucking

Coercion (more or less)

Part Three?

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The tingles of neediness coat me, mixed with a layer of grogginess as I slowly shift out of sleep. Fear is the next thing to coat my senses, the feeling of something slithering through my pussy sparking it. "Good Morning, Sweet Girl. How'd you sleep?" The Nara chief's voice mutters, sending hot waves of breath across my very present arousal as his eyes look up at me.

Once the question is out, Shikaku tips his head down again, going back to lazily licking at me, toying with my clit before poking his tongue in, then making a slow trip back to my clit. "I... um... uh..." The answer won't form in my head, my eyes close as my hands ball up the sheet under me.

The events of the day before slowly filter in, making it even harder to form an answer. Shikamaru cheating. Shikaku 'apologizing' for his son. Shikaku pleading with me balls deep to stick around, to let him take care of me in any and every way I want. Shikaku filled me constantly, somehow managing to go the rest of the day with no problem. Shikaku buried between my thighs again and again, somehow between my knees more than he was in me.

"I slept good," I finally manage to push out, fluttering my eyes back open.

"Wonderful!" He cheers, his usual smirk coating his lips as his head picks up from its spot. "We have a busy day today," he tells me, slowly climbing up my body. Shikaku hooks his elbows under my knees, dragging my legs up with him as he crawls. "But, before you, pretty little thing, tug along with me for the day, I should properly greet you good morning," he says, leaning against me and pressing my knees into the mattress by my head.

Shikaku's nose brushes against mine, his dark eyes soft and admiring as he scans over my face. "Good morning, Sweet Girl. Thank you for spending the night with me."

"You're welc - mhm," the reply is cut off by Shikaku sinking into me. My pussy is raw and sensitive from constant use yesterday, a slight aching burn pooling with my arousal. Before I can stop myself, my hands shoot up, gripping the loose ends of his hair and tugging on it.

His head falls to the side I'm pulling it towards, eyes shiny and smile wide as he looks at me. "I know, I know. You ache, don't you? My poor Sweets. I promise as soon as we're done I'll help all those pains go away. But, for now, I need a little help with my morning wood, okay? Do you think you can help me with that?"

     "Yes Commander," I murmur, tugging his head further to the side.

     Shikaku gets off on my reactions, the ones he especially likes getting a chuckle from him, like this one is. "That's my Sweet Girl," he praises, working against me to settle his head on my shoulder. My painful cries are praised with kisses littered up and down my shoulder. "I'm sorry" and "Thank you" spilling on repeat from the older man as he slowly works himself in and out of me.

     When I need a distraction from the pain, I tug on Shikaku's hair again, tugging his face closer to mine. "Oh, Sweet Girl," he coos, eyes sparkling at the sight of tears streaming down my cheeks. "You know I can't help myself when you cry," the chief mutters, lips brushing across my face to clean up my tears. "You're just going to dig yourself a deeper hole doing that. Calm yourself."

     One of his hands drops from under my thigh, letting my legs tumble back to the bed. The hand still wrapped around my other leg pushes it further, as if the mattress will give way and let Shikaku snap me in half. His free hand snakes between us, ghosting over my clit, pulling another sob from me, and costing my cheeks in fresh tears. "Shikaku," I whine, trying to tug his hand away. "I'm - "

     "I know, I know, I know. I've been overworking you. You're all sensitive and your cunt aches from stretching around me so much. I know, Sweets. I'm sorry for being so selfish, but I can't help it. The more you cry, the more I want to stuff you," he softly taunts, head dipped to suck on my titties for the first time today.

     My nipples ache too from all the pinching and playing he did with them yesterday. Another sob comes from the added pain, my sight going blurry. "Damn it," he mutters, mouth snapping down on my nipple, his teeth tugging in it as he shoves himself into me. Shikaku tops off in me, coating my pussy in his cum. His chest pumps for air, mouth soft and pressing soft licks to my bruised tit as he calms himself down.

     "I'm sorry, that was selfish of me. You're hurting and didn't get to finish. I'm sorry, Sweets," he mutters against my skin, slowly slamming his softening dick into me, shoving his cum deeper and deeper into me.

     "Shikaku," I whine, snapping his head back, another round of chuckles spilling from him. "If you keep finishing in me, I'm going to get pregnant."

     "I wish, Sweet Girl, but I'm shooting blankets. Don't worry your pretty little head."

     Thank the Lord.

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   Shikaku's frame wraps around me, as we sway back and forth in the kitchen, singing along to the radio. I'm pressed up against the counter, caught between his arms as I watch him chop the vegetables for breakfast. "If you're crying in an unfamiliar town, even if I'm not by your side, I want to send you a smile," He hums in my ear, brushing a kiss against the shell of it now and again.

     Once the vegetables are done, Shikaku settles the knife down, hands falling onto his T-shirt I'm wearing. His fingertips slide under the hem, toying with my stomach, swaying us more as he continues singing to me. "Even now, the shining, sparkling stars are shining on you," he whispers against my throat, ghosting kisses into my skin.

     "Your hair tickles," I giggle, the mix of his hair and lips brushing against my neck making me stir.

     "Oh, ya?" He asks, fingertips sliding over my sides, tickling me even more. "Does this tickle too? Does it?" He teases, fingers digging into my sides as I try to tug myself out of his hold.

     "Shikaku!" I giggle, thrusting around in his arms. "Yes, it tickles! Knock it off!" My hands cling to his arms, trying to push them off me. My ribs are starting to hurt from laughing so much.

     "Alright," he says, hands going still just under my boobs. "Be a Sweet Girl and set the table for me, okay?"

     "Yes, Commander," I mutter, heat climbing up my cheeks now that the title has been tainted. My obedience is rewarded with a kiss to my cheek and a smack on my butt, pulling a soft yelp from me when Shikaku's hand lands.

     As I walk around the kitchen collecting the kitchenware, tap after tap land on my ass, Shikaku giving me a love tap every time I pass him. "Commander!" I fake whine, another tap landing as he uses his bottom half to press me against the table.

"Sweet Girl," he mocks my voice, tugging his shirt up my body again. One hand keeps it tugged up, wrapped around the fingers he has pressed between my boobs. "You're so pretty," he praises, his free hand sliding down my stomach, and landing on my panties.

His fingertips dance over my clothes core, sparking my arousal as he toys with me. He prods at me, pressing against my hole and his dumb sliding over my clit. "Look at you, all sorts of excited," he chuckles, stratified with my growing wetness.

"Maybe don't fuck my girlfriend on the kitchen table," Shikamaru's voice cuts through the growing tension.

Shikaku rolls his eyes but does pull away from me, sulking back to the kitchen to finish breakfast. "Ex-girlfriend," I mutter, laying out the placements for dinner.

     "What?" Shikamaru hisses, plopping in his unassigned seat at the table. His arms are crossed over his chest as he leans back in his chair, eyes hard and set on me.

     "Ex-girlfriend," I repeat louder, focusing on setting the plates and silverware out. "I'm your ex-girlfriend, Shika."

     "Well we never officially broke up, so - "

     "I came home to you fucking Temari!" I yell, slamming one of the plates against the table, the glass giving way and breaking. "You fucked someone else, I fucked someone else. I'm pretty confident there's no better way to solidify a breakup."

     "You didn't fuck someone else, you fucked my dad!"

     "And I fucked him over and over and over again. I just fucked him this morning, and I sure as hell will do it again later!" I huff, glaring at the man I swore was the love of my life. "Don't forget, you're the one that cheated, not me."

     "You! Fucked. My. Dad." He repeats, stressing the first word. His hands are boxed, moving to the left with every word, as if his motion while make me hear his words better. "My dad. Not Naruto, not Shino, not even Choji. My dad. My dad. You've known the man your whole life. You knew my mom your whole life! And you what? Honor her death by fucking her husband?"

     "Shikamaru," I mutter, rubbing my hands up and down the sides of my head. "Your mom has been dead for years. It's not like I was fucking him when she was alive, because unlike you, your dad and I aren't cheaters."

     "You're being a bitch. That's what you're doing, you're acting like a bitch right now."

     "Okay," I sigh, turning on my heels and heading toward the kitchen. I need to clean up the broken plate and grab another one from the cabinet.

"Make sure you grab an extra plate. Temari will be awake soon and she'll probably want to eat too. After all, my dad isn't the only man in the house that has a bitch stay overnight!" He yells after me, a huff following his words.

"Whatever," I mumble, rolling my eyes at the distraught man. It's not my fault he cheated, and it's not my fault his dad makes me feel good. He's just pissed at himself.

"That was... interesting," Shikaku chuckles, poking into the rice pot to check on it.

"It was stressful," I correct, pulling two more plates out of the cabinet. "Your son is stressful and cannot admit when he's in the wrong."

"I'm sorry I didn't raise him better," the Commander apologizes for the hundredth time, his arms wrapping around my hips again. "Let me make it up to you."

"Shikaku," I whine, clicking my knees closed. "I can't. I really can't."

"I know, Sweet Girl. Your poor cunt is all sore but don't worry, I won't stretch you out this time," He soothes, the man turning me around, and lifting me onto the counter. My panties are stripped off and left lying on the floor before Shikaku sinks to his knees.

His arms rest on my thighs, clinging to them as his thumbs rub circles into me. "Come on, Sweet Girl. Let your Commander have a little taste. Let me have some Sweets before breakfast is done."

I let out a soft whimper but shift my legs open, getting a pleased smile and Shikaku's tongue sliding across his lips hungrily. "That's a good girl. You're so sweet to me." The compliment is followed by his tongue sliding through my folds, eagerly lapping at my pussy.

My fingers flutter over his shoulders before culling his face, my thumb running over the jagged scars on his face. Shikaku's head tilts up, lips wrapping around my clit as his eyes lock on me. "Hey," I whimper, a new sensation sparking through me as he hums against my pussy.

He sucks harder on my clit, continuing it for a few more moments before he releases it with a pop. "See? You're fine. Your pussy just needs a little rest from being filled. It doesn't mean you can't be enjoyed," he mutters, eyes glancing towards my chest that heaves and jumping from the noises I'm making.

Shikaku's tongue dips back in, repeating his lazy back and forth between teasing my hole and teasing my clit. It doesn't take long for the knot in my stomach to build, nails digging into his scalp as I'm shoved closer to release. "Shikaku," I whine, tugging on his hair. "Commander, Shikaku."

His tongue slides over my clit again, jump-starting my orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I whine between moans, slamming my thighs against his face as my body tenses. "Damn it."

He chuckles, lapping up my juices that dribble onto his face. "Thank you, Sweet Girl," he praises, eyes as shiny as his face that's covered in me. "You're always so good to me. Now, put your pretty panties back on and go wait at the table for me to serve you breakfast," he orders, stamping kisses across my thighs. "Am I understood?"

"Yes, Commander," I slur out, clumsily climbing back to my feet.

Shikaku's hands crawl up and down my body, helping me keep my balance as I slide my underwear back on. "Good girl. Good, good girl. Always so pretty for me, so sweet, so taste," he coos, shoving his tongue into my mouth as his lips crash against mine. "Now, go sit down," he orders again, smacking my ass harder than the new usual.

"Yes, Commander," I repeat, heat racing to my cheeks as I grab the plates and waltz out toward the dinner table, the leftover sizzles of my arousal still bouncing between my thighs.

Shikamaru looks like he's not sure if he's going to throw up or punch someone when I walk in, anger fuming off of him. Turns out he wasn't lying, the blonde girl is sat next to him, eyes wide and fluttering between the two of us. "So..." she mutters, tapping her hands against the table.

"Just be quiet Temari," Shika grumbles, snatching a plate from me and laying it in front of her.

Someone isn't hitting it right, and it sure as hell isn't Shikaku.

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"Thank you. Thank you so much, Sweet Girl," Shikaku breathes out, curses whispered under his breath as I bob my head up and down his penis.

The past week I've been joining Shikaku at work, the whole time I've begged to do some under-the-desk support. Today he finally gave in. Hence, me kneeling shirtless on a cushion under his desk with his dick down my throat and his hands attempting to be gentle in my hair. He clings to it, then he realizes how rough his hold is before his fingers go gentle again, repeating the cycle over and over again.

"My Sweet Girl - " Shikaku is cut off by a knock, his eyes flickering away from me to rest on the door. His hands slide out of my hair, culling my cheeks as he tries to calm himself. "Sweets - " Another knock comes, this time paired with a shout of his name. "Just stay put," he mutters, gently tapping my cheek as he pulls his erection out of my mouth, nearly putting himself away.

"Shikaku," I whine, trying - and failing - to take him back down my throat.

"Hush," he orders me, scooting in so I'm pressed into him more. "Just be silent," Shikaku says, resting my head on his lap, and slowly sliding his fingers through my hair. "Come in!" He calls, twirling the ends of a strand.

"Shikaku! We need to talk!" A voice shouts once the door is opened, said door slamming closed behind the person.

My eyes flicker up, scanning Shikaku for a reaction. He seems unfazed so everything is fine. I settle my hand back down in his lap, letting my eyes flicker closed.

"What in the world do you think you're doing, Shika?" Oh, it's Inoichi; Ino's dad and Shikaku's best friend. "You're sleeping with your son's girlfriend? Or... or dating her? What the hell are you two doing? What the hell are you doing?"

"I mean, we haven't put a title on it but ya we're... sleeping together and we've been spending more time together. It's not that big of a deal," Shikaku answers, twirling my hair tighter.

My eyes flutter open, glancing up again. His full focus is on his friend, which means... my eyes flicker down to his still-hard crotch, the outline of his bulge fighting against his pants making my mouth water.

"'It's not that big of a deal'?" Inoichi shrieks, his voice getting closer to the desk. "She is young enough to be your daughter, literally! I get... I get the whole Shikamaru cheating, and her being upset about it and all, I get that part, but really Shika? You're fucking her? What... what the hell is going through your mind? That you just want some young tail? That you're cool with being a rebound? What?"

Their fight continues the sound of their voices becoming background noise as I work him back out of his pants. His hands tighten on my hair, tugging my head away from his penis. Shikaku's eyes flicker down, sending me a warning to knock it off before his attention turns back to his fight.

I wiggle around between Shikaku's legs, tugging at his hands to let go. His split attention makes it easier for me to loosen his hold, letting my head fall far enough down to suck on his tip. My eyes jump up to his face, watching it contort as I suckle on him. His face flushes, jaw locking and unlocking as he talks, and hands knotted in my hair, gently pushing my head further down his length.

     "I just..." Shikaku starts, cutting himself off as he huffs out a breath. "She's fun, okay? She makes life fun again. I haven't had that since Yoshino died. So what if I'm a rebound? At least I get to have some fun while she's recovering."

     "Fun? Is that what you're calling it? Her blowing you under your desk, 'fun'? Thrilling, even?"

     We both freeze from Inoichi’s observation. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to blow Shikaku with his friend, another high-ranked Shinobi, in the room. "Yes," Shikaku answers slowly, lengthening the word as he says it. His hands gently push my head again, encouraging me to start bobbing it.

     My eyes flicker up again, being met with a soft smile. I keep my sights set as I slide down his length, his tip tapping against my throat and causing a gag to gurgle up. Shikaku takes control, moving me slowly and easily as I focus on sucking him. "I don't see why you don't try it out."

     "Fucking my son's girlfriend? Do we need to talk about how that's impossible?"

     "That's not... what I meant," Shikaku mumbles, his hands moving a bit faster as his orgasm approaches.

     "Oh, so you meant fucking your son's girlfriend," Inoichi mocks, his tone sarcastic.

     "I mean... no but if she's willing then whatever. You haven't fucked anyone since your wife died. Maybe getting some while help you unwind yourself a bit," the Commander says, eyes intensely on me as he shoves himself down my throat. I choke around him, more gagging coming as Shikaku spills out down my throat, his cum sliding down and filling my stomach instead of my pussy for once.

     "I was... it was a joke. I was kidding," Inoichi races out as Shikaku slowly pulls himself out of my mouth. "I was..." I'm helped to my feet, the Commander's hands pawing at me as he pulls me out from under his desk. "I was... kidding," His friend mutters, eyes locked on my chest as Shikamaru settles me on his lap, my back pressed into his chest.

     "Sweet Girl," he purrs in my ear, hands gripping my boobs, squeezing them with my bra between our skin. "Can't you be sweet and help Chief Yamanaka calm down? Please?"

     "I don't... I don't know," I mutter, a blush crawling across my face because of Shikaku's hands toying with me and the thought of getting another man off.

     "I won't mind, Sweets. After all, a good friend shares," he adds, sending a wink to his friend. "Only if you want to though. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Do you want to? You want to fuck Inoichi?"

     "N... no," I mumble, tingles swirling between my legs.

     Shikaku hums in disagreement, a hand jumping down and sliding into my pants, quickly skirting past my panties as well. "That's not what your pussy says. You're all hot and bothered. Do you like the idea of taking the two of us? Do you want to be the center of attention in an orgy? How about you Inoichi? You want to fuck my 'too young for me' Sweets?"

     Inoichi's eyes jump down, watching as his friend toys with me, fingers barely tipping into me to keep me squirming in his lap. His cheeks heat up too, eyes bouncing away but quickly moving back towards me. "I... she's..." He tries to say, cutting himself off with a hum and another eye flicker. "Yes," he whispers, eyes set on me again.

     "How about you, Sweet Girl?" Shikaku whispers in my ear, finally thrusting the length of his fingers into me.

     "Yes! Yes, yes, yes," I race out, clinging to his thighs as widen my legs, hoping it'll help his fingers reach into me deeper. Shikaku chuckles, curling his fingers a few times before pulling them out of me. "Shikaku!"

     "Sweet Girl!" He teases, picking me up to rest me on my feet. "You won't die because you have to wait a minute or two," he tells me, a hand sliding up my bare back to unclasp my bra. Once it's tugged off of me, Shikaku's focus switches to tugging my bottoms off, leaving me bare in his office. "Door please."

     Inoichi turns on his heels, closing the door and locking it before heading back towards the desk. What the hell did I just sign myself up for?

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[skyahri]

How They Found Out |Naruto Boys X Reader| HC

Part Two Masterlist Ko-fi

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake

Summary: How your relationship ended up being revealed.

Warnings: Naruto's is short af because he's an open book. Deal with it. NSFW themes. Mentions of sex and being caught.

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Sasuke Uchiha

You'd been together for about a year at this point. In the beginning, you'd agreed to keep it hush-hush until you'd figured things out.

Before you knew it, it'd been more than six months since your first date, and it was still secret. You enjoyed the privacy of it, but didn't enjoy hiding things from your friends.

So you decided to stop actively keeping it a secret and instead allow things to come out naturally.

But that was six months ago and still no one knew.

Sasuke hated PDA and no one had asked either of you about relationship stuff, so it was still quiet.

That is until today.

You two were victims of Narutos' lack of boundaries and awareness.

It was late at night, about 11pm, you were in Sasuke's apartment.

He was drilling into you, his hands holding down your legs and mouth connected to your neck.

You were too busy enjoying the all encompassing feeling of him fucking you, and he was too busy ravaging you to hear Naruto enter the front door.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swings open. Narutos face very quickly goes from his usual happy-go-lucky to a horrified, dramatic look.

Sasuke is quick to cover you with the sheets before he yells at Naruto to get the Hell out.

Naruto is already way ahead of him, bolting straight out the front door and to God knows where.

After that, it wasn't long before the whole village knew. Honestly, once Gai found out, there was no one who didn't know.

Naruto Uzumaki

Find out? Ha! There is no finding out because he immediately told anyone and everyone the second you agreed to a date.

If he did somehow manage to keep it quiet, it really wouldn't be long until it got out.

Hes just so... excited to be with you.

He likes showing you off like a prize. He likes going on dates and holding your hand and loudly proclaiming that you're his.

You don't mind, of course.

Shikamaru Nara

You two lay around together most days. A while back, you shared a kiss, and it very VERY slowly escalated from there.

It was almost six months before you actually had sex.

Mostly because he'd somehow rationalized kissing was "just something you guys did" and didn't require any extra thought.

The sex was amazing. Slow and passionate, just like you'd expect from the lazy Nara.

And so things continued on like that. A relationship had formed, but it was never something either of you talked about.

You liked his parents and they liked you. You'd help his mom with dinner some nights and played Shogi with Shikaku. They didn't question your relationship either.

Things stayed on the down low for almost eighteen months before someone finally brought up something regarding his romantic life.

"So, Shikamaru, who was your first kiss?" Choji asked one night in the bath house.

The question caught him off guard since he wasn't usually included in these types of conversations. (They mostly assumed he wasn't interested in women, or something like that.)

"Hm? Oh, Y/N."

Cue the silence. Then total chaos.

"What?? When was this?" Kiba asked.

"I don't know... sometime around the solstice last year."

That sparked a lot of questions from his friends, only some of which he'd answered.

The guys relayed all the information to the girls the next day, where they then went and hounded you for answers.

Despite all of your friends knowing about your relationship, nothing changed between you and Shikamaru.

You just stayed... whatever it is you were.

Kakashi Hatake

Gai, Kurenai, and Iruka all had their suspicions about you two but had nothing to back it up. It's been years at this point, yet they still come up empty-handed.

That is, until Kakashi’s students decided they were interested in his love life, and began to poke around.

It's after the war; Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke are fully grown adults, but something is just so tempting about reverting to their youthful days of trying to spy on their sensei.

Kakashi is all for it, partially because he's glad his students are getting along again, and partially because he's grown tired of keeping secrets.

This is something he discusses with you, and as he predicted, you're completely on board.

You gradually make yourself seen with Kakashi over the next week- leaving the Hokage tower with him, getting dinner with him, and even allowing him to walk you to his apartment.

The kids watch all of this happen, but there's no evidence that actually proves anything, just like Gai sensei had told them in the beginning.

So they continue to stalk you two around the village. They're better at it than when they were little, but it's still pretty easy to spot them.

At the end of the week, when you're sure all three of them are watching, Kakashi kisses you in front of your front door.

You watch as they all zip away, surely off to meet up or possibly report back to your friends.

You and Kakashi can only laugh.

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Characters:

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Sasuke

Shikaku

Madara

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cw // drug use, alcohol, nsfw, smoking, age gap ( both are adults ! )

TW // MENTIONS OF TRANSPHOBIA, ADDICTION, PAST TRUAMA, SELF HARM.

💉 this series may not be for the faint of heart nor for the easily offended. please read with caution. this is your final warning.

please read my author’s note at the end!

just keep drinking.

you constantly tell yourself that as the cold glass bottle made your fingers numb, the burning taste of his vodka kissed your lips making them itch a bit. The cooler air bit your skin. despite it being a june evening with the usually humid and blistering days of summer.

but no matter how many bottles you drink, or how much sex you have with random older men or woman, nothing could satisfy your need to feel. numbness has taken over your days, to the point of desperation to feel something even if it stung a little. from smoking a bit of weed or downing bottle after bottles of vodka and liquor, to ending up in the back of allies nearly passing out, you never found a limit in the things you do. it was too addicting and exciting for you to quit, even if you knew it was killing you slowly. you find yourself paralyzed from panic attacks and manic episodes, stuck to the floor like you were a part of it. you’d wait and wait with silent but stupid hope of someone finding you, maybe physically, but never finding you.

standing up, the oversized shirt you had on moved a bit, revealing your boy shorts that could already be undergarments due to how much it revealed. you walk back through the sliding door that leads into shikaku’s room, where you find him sitting up and smoking a cigarette. his back was turned, showing off his large tattoos marked all over him, it’s no wonder why you fell so hard for the old man.

“am i interrupting something?” you asked quite loudly, making him jump a bit.

“jesus, you scared me…” he chuckled a bit when he realized it was just his lover.

you quickly crawled into bed, ultimately landing onto his lap. Immediately, you felt his hands roam your body, not surprising considering how handsy he is. he leans closer to you, where you’d snatch his cigarette out of his mouth and take a long drag on it, blowing smoke into his face. he then fell back onto the pillows, taking you down with him, crashing into the white sheets. due to your rowdy nature with him, you didn’t realize your shirt was riding up your body until it was up to your chest, revealing your scars. shikaku stopped for a while, and his hands began to explore your upper body, his fingers landing on your scars from your transition at sixteen. while others may find them fascinating, they hold memories that burn into your brain. nights of endless fights with your parents who did everything in their power to keep you from transitioning, to the deadnaming of the name that’s long forgotten in your head, eventually ending in you being disowned and kicked to the curb. well, that wasn’t really the reason, it would have been the least severe at least.

you were lost in your thoughts, until you felt something heavy on top of you. you looked up to see him crawling onto you, one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your waist as he pulled you onto your side. The blanket covering your body slipped downwards, revealing your curves and scars from childhood. now nearly every inch of your body is exposed. you watched as shikaku drags the tip of his fingers, tracing your figure gently. chills running up and down your body, leaving you flushed in the face and goosebumps raising in your skin. it left you confused if you were aroused or the effects of the vodka were kicking in.

“C’mere love..”

Like an obedient dog, you immediately shuffled into his arms, while he lifted you onto his lap until you straddled him. His hands landed on your bare waist as he stripped you of your clothing completely, the animalistic nature nearly made them tear. The grip he had on your hips made you sore and the skin bruised, but none of that mattered as you kept grinding against shikaku, desperate for any spark of friction. Your lips crashed against his, teeth and tongue grinding against one another. Felt like everytime, he got rougher and rougher in the sheets, his hunger for pleasure never died down. The taste of cigarettes and whisky filled your mouth, how disgustingly addicting it was. Didn’t matter how many times he fucked you, you could never get enough from him. you don’t know how, but intimacy with him blossomed a need for more from him inside you, stronger than any drug or alcohol you ingested.

he was a drug. one you can never get enough of, leaving you hooked.

The sheets felt hot against your skin, combating the chilly air of his room. Shikaku’s harsh bites against your neck made your body shake in pleasure, but a stinging pain struck your core. Your mind couldn’t help but feel shame for your antics with a man ten years older than you. the taboo nature of it all made your skin crawl with excitement and fear, the potential humiliation would strangle you like a noose. Though, that humiliation was nothing new. The heat in your body made your mind hazy as your older lover pushed you into the sheets, his mouth still latched onto your neck. you could feel his painful bulge through the thin, soft material of his boxers. as the vodka ran through your veins and into your head, your grip on his hair tightened. tugging hard from the excitement. The alcohol fueled haze only got heavier with the suffocating heat and your mind went dark.

Lost in shameful and disgusting lust, only for the aftermath to linger when dawn broke.

“Fuck, not again..”

You could only mutter to yourself, the smoke spilled from your lips as each word punched out another puff. The sunrise was barely visible through your heavy lids and wild bangs in your face, your hair wild from last night's session. Small mats tangled together to make bothersome hairballs, all from days of neglect. Really, it wasn’t anything new, you're quite used to the neglect on your body. Unknown bruises spotted your skin, bloody bandaids littered your arms and thighs, one even on your jawline. The eyebags and dark circles deepened your eyes, leaving them sore and making it hard to keep them open. Little things weighing you down.

The few medicine besides a couple bandaids and stinging rubbing alcohol, the sex and drugs that kept you alive in the head only fueled your frenzy for more. Vodka and weed became melatonin for you, cigarettes stained your tongue and pills a nameless doctor prescribed you became a grip on reality. Your mind replayed these thoughts over and over like a messed up snuff film. You took a long and quite hard drag on the cigarette you took from Shikaku’s pack, almost choking on the thick smog. Your head turned to him, sleeping soundly, clearly last night did quite a number on him.

“Hm, too rough on you?”

You asked, not loud enough for him to hear you. Your eyes remained on the sleeping beast besides you, his hair long and scattered all over his face and shoulders. The smell of cigarettes and vodka buried in his skin, filling your nose until its taste stung your tongue. The man reeks of his venom. Shikaku’s groans filled the room, as he finally woke up from his sleep, eyes immediately landing on you.

“morning sweets..” he chuckles out, the sight of you already making him smiley, or that could be the afterglow of the alcohol.

his hand reached out until it landed on your thigh, gently squeezing it as he slowly got up, shifting closer to you. his arm snaked around your waist, slightly pulling you until you fell onto his shoulder. smoke swirls around your hand from the burning cigarette. despite the clear words for no romantic ties with the old man, you couldn’t help but feel warmth in his arms, the only warmth you could have felt in years. not from your parents, your exes or your hookups, but a rando. it was embarrassingly tragic, but what else could you do?

you had no home, no relatives to go to, very few friends, and a reputation that forever drags you in the dirt.

the comfort and touch shikaku gives you was something you yearned desperately, even if it meant crawling in bed with him. not caring about the large age gap or his sleeping son downstairs, the harmless drinking turns into rough sex that would leave it’s burns onto your tender skin. sin strung you like a noose, it’s grip growing tighter and tighter till the string snaps. a cycle that traps both of you, it’s torturous afterglow binds the two of you. he was everything you wanted, but everything you hated.

“something the matter?” shikaku snaps you out of your trance, but your eyes remain away from his.

“i’ll be leaving tonight..” you immediately spat out. leaving, as in crash in another shitty motel for a week or two, before coming crawling back to him. you hate to burden your lover with so much, no matter how much he says otherwise. the mind batters you with cruel remarks and faults crashing onto you, combined with the blurry memories of your days in your parent’s home. the days where you counted and urged your eighteenth birthday, days where kindness and tenderness were forgin to you, days where your room was a tomb where you rested and blocked out the outside. how your heart hurt every time you even hear their footsteps.

“i don’t know where i’ll be tonight, hopefully somewhere close..” you continued. “just in case you know…”

shikaku’s face shifted, his hardened expressions softened. he couldn’t really respond, knowing full well he knew it was for the better. all he could do was plant a kiss on your temple, a silent gesture. while your sympathy drowned out, you always had a soft spot for the old man. his stupid smile and those scares that marked his face and body made your stomuch flutter a bit. even on your worst nights, where your mind falls into a drunken haze and a drug fuled frenzy, he never once abandoned you. never left you to die.

but he was only a meer hookup, someone who took pity and let you stay. temporary, you’d say. a necessary vessel for a better life. that’s how you see everyone who even benefits you in the smallest ways. even if you don’t make it to twenty one.

so why stay?

a/n: i hope yall liked this so far, it’s my first actual series on this account. please understand however, this fic ( again ) will become harder to read as chapter come out. the subject matter in requim isnt for a lighthearted or those who may be easily disturbed. more tw’s will be placed as the fic goes on. please continue with caution and click off or drop the series as a whole if you genuinely cannot handle it. this is my only warning ( this will be placed in the masterlist as well. )

[darkside-writing]

Spoiled

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, Incestuous relationship, dubcon(?), manipulation, slight infantilization, oral sex (M receiving), female pronouns

Pairing: Father!Shikamaru Nara x Daughter!Reader

Words: 3.7K

The moment Shikamaru learned of your existence he knew that he would do absolutely anything within his power to protect you. Despite being a teen father Shikamaru accepted fatherhood with effortless ease, taking on the role of caregiver and protector naturally. While Shikaku was admittedly disappointed in his son being reckless, he soon accepted this outcome and supported his son’s choices. Your conception came from a simple one night stand with a girl from an unknown clan, she had visited Konoha to attend a festival where they met briefly. While the revelation of getting a one night stand pregnant should have angered the Shadow Nin, he accepted the responsibility of his actions quickly. Shikamaru did not have any feelings for the foreign woman, he only used her pussy once just to temporarily satiate his needs. They would eventually sit down together to agree that a relationship was not viable. However, Shikamaru did push for her to bring the pregnancy to term so he would raise his child on his own. It would not be long before the pregnancy flew by and you were left with the single father to raise on his own.

Fatherhood became something Shikamaru embraced. He practically spoiled you rotten, never having the heart to deny his princess of anything. The Nara was especially weak to your tears. Once those crystal drops brimmed your eyes, Shikamaru would have thrown himself onto the blade if it made them go away. Your childhood would soon breeze by and eventually lead you becoming the young, beautiful woman he sees now. Shikamaru would be lying if he did not feel a swell of pride whenever he saw you. Your beauty is something that Shikmaru knew drew attention to all around you no matter where you went. However, he would also have to admit that the Nara genius also skipped your pretty little brain. Don’t get him wrong, Shikamaru loves you regardless of your intelligence. However, he just knows that your naivete is something that he would have to keep a close eye on. He doesn’t want any boys to take advantage of you. Which is why when you approach your papa and bring the news of your new boyfriend, the older Nara is completely stunned. Even more so when you tell him it is Naruto’s very son that you are dating.

Of course he knew that someday you would get boyfriends, he isn’t blind to your attractiveness. Like a young minx seducing every man that crosses her path, her papa was also affected by it. Shikamaru, feigning as much boredom as he could, brushes off his princess’ news of her boyfriend. However, anyone who knew the Nara could easily see the turmoil building inside. It was much too early for you to be dating! He is also no fool to what all boys are after, he was once one with the same mindset as well. It leaves a bad taste in the Shadow Nins mouth at the thought of his precious daughter losing her virginity to Naruto’s son, or any boy for that matter. No one is good enough for his daughter, they do not deserve the honor of getting to stretch open her virginal walls with their pathetic cocks.

Yet as Shikamaru thought over and over about the prospect of you having sex with other boys, a peculiar bubble formed in his chest at the idea of being your first. It is disgusting and immoral but he can’t get rid of the feeling of arousal at the idea. So what if he was the one to take your virginity? No other man could take care of you like he can. He is more than experienced enough to guide you through the throes of passion.

Shikamaru curses as he feels his cock stir at the very mental image of spreading your legs open, exposing your perfect virginal pussy to him. Your little twitching clit just begging for him to suck and lick to your first orgasm. He would also rather take it to his death bed than admit he has masturbated over his daughter before. With a frustrated sigh Shikamaru unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, springing up at full attention against his abdomen. The tip is drooling precum and a thick engorged vein pumping blood travels underneath the shaft. He needs to make this quick before you come home. It has been so long since he has been buried in a tight wet pussy, ever since you were born he has sworn off any relationships. With practiced calloused hands wrapped around his member, he brings his hand up the thick shaft in a slow motion before stopping. His palm teasingly squeezes the tip of his cock before sliding down his shaft again, repeating the motion in a hasty jerk off session. His balls ache from how full they are that it has him going feral at the thought of depositing his entire load inside your young pussy. Oh Gods how he wished he wasn’t a sick pervert, jerking off to the thought of his own flesh and blood.

“Shit..” he cursed underneath his breath as he stroked his cock in a hasty rhythm. Desperate to drain his balls before his baby girl came home to find her perverted daddy masturbating. With a mental image of you in his mind, he quickly found release all over his hand. Thick cum oozing over his cock that began growing soft, leaving Shikamaru in post-climactic haze as his mind comes to terms with the fact that he just masturbated to his own daughter. He lights a cigarette to take off the edge of his sins before getting up to clean himself up.

Later that night when you returned home on your first date with Naruto’s son, he could tell something was on your mind. Usually you filled their small home with mindless chatter and giggles, yet he could clearly see on your face that something was wrong. It filled Shikamaru with rage at the thought of Naruto’s son offending you, or worse, making you do something you did not want to. His mind quickly becomes dark with the idea of you being forced to perform any sexual acts without your consent. This is the exact reason he was so overbearing when raising you, he knew how easy it was to manipulate your little dumb mind.

“Princess..” Shikamaru said sternly, as he watched you pick at your dinner plate with a crestfallen face. You have not eaten a bite of the dinner he prepared for the both of you. You perked up at your papa’s voice, as if finally noticing the other presence at the dinner table. “Yes, papa?” you answered quietly, wide-doe eyes falling onto your father sitting across from you. Your reply brings a mental sigh of relief to him, at least you are finally talking. He knows you like the back of his hand and probably better than you know yourself.

“How did your date go with that Uzumaki kid?” he asked delicately, quizzical eyes watching for any facial expression. He could tell that you were holding back by the way you avoided his gaze and bit your lip nervously. “It went well, papa..”

He hummed at your response but was still unsatisfied with the answer. He wanted to know exactly what happened during your time out with that boy. He can obviously tell this was a subject you were not comfortable with, and normally he would have backed off to avoid your tears. Shimakaru had to press further to get to the bottom of why his princess was not smiling anymore. With a pointed look towards you Shimakaru patted his lap, a signal for you to take a seat on his thigh just like you always did so obediently. Getting up from your seat you sat your plush bottom onto your papa’s lap and looked up at him meekly, awaiting whatever lecture your daddy always gave you when it came to boys or things he deemed too “grown up” for you. Shikamaru wraps a strong arm around your waist and looks deep into your eyes,

“You can’t fool me, princess. Tell papa exactly what happened.” he said sternly. Shikamaru watched as you twiddled your thumbs together, avoiding his authoritative gaze. It was practically impossible to lie to your papa. Many years of trying have led to you learning that your papa is the smartest man in Konoha, nothing gets by him. However, he can feel that he is on the edge of discovery when he watches your chest heave with burgeoned submission. “It’s embarrassing, papa.” you admitted finally. Shikamaru was almost stunned, he had never known his daughter to hold anything back from him. You have always been open and honest to him, never shying away from your papa no matter what. It was unusual that you were holding back this time, especially after your date with that Uzumaki kid. It only reaffirms to the Shadow Nin that this needed to be addressed immediately.

“You know you can tell me anything, baby, right? We have no secrets.” Shikamaru reaffirms, heart thumping inside his chest at his promise. “You can always tell papa anything, no matter what it is.” His tone is soft and reassuring, instead of that indifferent one he uses around everyone else.

You sighed and nodded at Shikamaru’s words, feeling comforted by his promise of no judgment. With a deep breath you opened your mouth to tell your papa what was bothering you. Revealing in detail how Naruto’s son had brought you to a nice dinner date before things began to heat up quickly. His fingers found their way into her panties as he fingered her under the restaurant table. It was a feeling she never felt before, being stuffed with fingers inside her virgin cunny. However, she was upset because she did not feel any release at all. She creamed over his fingers but did not reach that orgasm awaiting over the edge. It was unsatisfying and left the poor girl feeling stressed out from not getting any release.

Shikamaru listened to every word of his daughter’s confession. It burned him inside that the Uzumaki kid made such a brazen move on his daughter, especially on the first date. The boy’s unskilled fingers inside his daughter made the older Nara’s frown deepen. Of course boys like him know nothing about pleasuring a woman. All they care about is getting their rocks off and leaving afterwards. However, that will just have to wait for another time as he thought about his poor little girl being sexually frustrated.

“Baby, why don’t you let your papa sort you out?” Shikamaru asked gently, as if approaching a small animal in a trap. He wanted to make sure it was completely your choice before even thinking about taking actions. Shikamaru was hesitant with his proposal, hoping that you would not scurry off from his sight at his perverse request. The very thought of you never looking at him again is enough to make the lazy man panic internally. It stunned you that your papa made such a proposition, isn’t it wrong to let daddies play with their little girls’ bodies? Yet, the more you pondered it, the idea just makes sense! No one has ever provided for you like your papa has, or ever will. It only makes sense to you that your papa should be the one to take your virginity.

Without any hesitation you nodded at your papa’s request, the very thought of him helping you with your first orgasm bringing a rush of excitement through your body. Shikamaru leaned back on the chair and laid you against his chest, spreading your thighs apart easily. Your short skirt doing nothing to hide those cute panties peeking out underneath.

“Show papa where it hurts, baby.”

Spreading your thighs over your papa’s lap, you pulled your frilly panties aside to finally show your weeping pussy, all wet and twitchy from the tension of what is to come. Shikamaru sucked in a breath at the sight of his daughter’s pussy, finally having the one thing he has longed for right in front of his eyes. His tongue peeked out and licked his dry lips at the very sight, cock already throbbing in his pants pushing against your plush bottom. He takes a finger and swipes it against your slit, testing the waters for your reactions. He is pleased to see how sensitive you are and how you practically jumped in his lap from just a simple touch. It just lets him know that you are such a good girl, probably never masturbated before or know how to play with your pretty pussy.

Shikamaru presses his fingers deeper into your slit, searching for that little button he is just dying to play with. When you gasp and shake in his lap he knows he found exactly what he was looking for. His thumb gently rubs slow circles on your clit, watching intently as your eyes cross at the foregn feeling. Even when Naruto’s son had his fingers buried in her pussy it did not feel nearly as good as her papa playing with her pretty pussy. A crooked smirk appeared on Shikamaru’s face, satisfied with his princess’ reaction to him playing with her virgin body. However, he had to hold himself back from going off the deep end just yet. This was after all your first time, and he wanted to make this as pleasurable as possible, like the good father he is.

“This is your clit, baby. When I rub it like this it feels really really good,” he enunciated while rubbing quick circles around your throbbing clit, accentuating each of his words with the finger actions. You thrashed around your papa’s lap at the sudden intense pleasure, borderline overwhelming from his skilled fingers. It felt so good yet something was building up inside that it made you panic at the feeling. You were a babbling mess as Shikamaru continued his exploration of your pussy, even dipping a single finger inside your virgin pussy, careful of your unbroken hymen. The feeling was too intense and you couldn’t get out any words, just grabbing onto your papa’s forearms to try and warn him of the building pressure. Without any warning you squirted all over Shikamaru’s lap, leaving a wet sticky mess all over his pants.

Shikamaru stared in awe at the mess you created, he has never seen anything more beautiful or sexy in his life. The very sight made his cock throb and ooze precum, desperate for any semblance of relief. He doesn’t recall ever feeling so turned on by any woman he has fucked before, even your own mother. Shikamaru waited until you calmed down from your first orgasm, kissing and sucking on your neck to help bring you down from the intense shock. He pulled his finger from your fluttering hole, coated it in your cream and brought it to his mouth to clean. His mouth practically drooling at the taste of your pussy. Just as he was about to let you off his lap, Shikamaru jerked at the feeling of your small hand pressing against his bulge.

“F-fuck princess! What are you doing?” he gritted through his teeth. It has been so long since anything besides his own hands has touched his cock, even through his pants. You looked up at your papa with those doe-eyes he has always been weak for, “I…I want to make you feel good too,” you can’t help but feel an intense blush come over your face from the confession. You wanted to thank your papa for the pleasure he brought you by returning the favor. Shikamaru was stunned at your words and cursed under his breath once again, since when did you know how to say sexy things like that? He was going to have to lecture you about that later, but right now he has more important matters at hand needing to be taken care of.

“You don’t have to do that, baby. This is only about you,” he replied, trying to take back some semblance of authority after committing such a lewd act with his own daughter. His mind was reeling from the lust he was feeling for you. He patted your butt as a signal for you to get off his lap, his bulge was becoming almost unbearable and needed to be attended once he was alone again. Just when he thought you were going back to your seat to finish eating dinner he watched as you suddenly dropped to your knees, small hands scrambling to lay on top of his thighs, just mere inches from his obvious bulge. “Please, papa… I want to know how to make you feel good,” you responded sultrily, just like the little minx you always were, you knew how to manipulate your daddy to get your way.

Shikamaru was at a crossroad; on one hand, this is the exact moment he has dreamed of. Yet on the other hand, he was your father and someone who vowed to protect you with his very life. However, when has Shikamaru ever been known as a righteous man? He was weak to the touch of an attractive woman, even if it was his own daughter. Not to mention he has never been able to say no to you, and probably could not start now. With a nod, he allows you to unzip his pants and pull his cock out, albeit clumsily. Shikamaru was a patient man, he allowed you to work at your own pace and watched closely as you stared at his aching cock, standing straight up begging for any attention. You looked at his cock bobbing up against his abdomen, it was so thick and huge. You just knew you had to have your papa’s cock inside you and be the one to take your virginity.

With words of encouragement from the Shadow Nin, you took your hand and delicately wrapped it around the base. Your small hand barely fits around the shaft all the way. It made your pussy drip at the feeling of your daddy’s throbbing, heavy cock in your grasp. Shikamaru could sense your hesitation and gently brought a hand behind your head, grasping your hair into a tight ponytail. “Just open your mouth, baby. Let papa fuck your pretty mouth, okay?” No sooner than after opening your mouth Shikamaru pushed the back of your head towards his awaiting cock, easily sliding the thick tip inside your small mouth. The older Nara had to hold himself back from completely fucking your throat raw, the feeling of being inside a wet warm mouth after so many years bringing a feral instinct to surface. However, being the good father he was, the older Nara allowed you to hold his cock in your mouth to get used to the feeling. He sat back in his chair and watched as you explored his cock with your tongue, getting used to the heft and taste. After a while of tasting his cock on your tongue you hummed onto his shaft, a signal that you were ready to continue.

Shikamaru smiled at your reassurance and pushed your head further down his shaft, centimeter by centimeter just to get you used to having something in your throat. He could feel your gag reflex slightly as he held your head tightly in place, just long enough for you to get used to the feeling of his large cock inside your tight throat. After what seemed like hours, Shikamaru was bringing your head up and down on his cock in a steady rhythm. The sound of gargling and drool coating all over his cock filling the room while he fucked your tiny throat. “Fuck baby… just like that. Let papa use your throat like the good girl he knows you are, okay?” he gasped out, jutting his hips in rhythm with fucking your mouth. Your gurgling and muffled moans were all you could reply as tears brimmed your eyes. Being used like this by your father should have been scary at least, but all you could feel was your thighs getting sticky from how much it turned you on. Meanwhile, Shikamaru was losing himself to the feeling of his daughter’s tight little throat.

“Baby, when I cum you have to swallow it all, okay? You should always swallow everything your papa gives you when he breeds your tiny little throat,” he gasped. Both hands were now holding your head tightly as the older Nara fucked into your throat as if it was the best pussy ever. He wanted you to swallow every drop of his cum and deposit it all into your belly. “Don’t let any boys do this to you, okay? Only papa’s should be doing this to their princess’,” Shikamara gritted out, making it clear that only he has the right to play with your body.

You hummed the best you could, with a cock lodged into your throat as a response. You could practically feel your papa’s cock throbbing, a signal of his approaching release. The very thought of your father letting you taste his cum was enough to make you feel light headed. With a few more rough thrusts into your mouth, Shikamaru held your head down at the very base of his cock with your nose buried into his pubic hair as his load shot straight down your throat. The load of cum went straight into your belly, making you feel slightly full and satisfied.

The older Nara held your head down until his cock grew completely soft, gently sliding out of your drool covered mouth. He gently brought you into his lap again as he wiped your mouth clean with his sleeve, whispering affirming words of love and praise into your ear. “You’re such a good girl for your papa. I love you so much, Princess,” Shikamaru whispered. Drowsiness was easily coming over you as you made yourself comfortable in the crook of your papa’s neck. The Shadow Nin looked at the untouched dinner and sighed at the mess he will have to clean up. However, he will just have to focus on that later because he has more important things to attend to. As he wraps an arm under your legs and waist to carry you to your awaiting bed, he can’t help but think about teaching his princess how to accept cock in her virgin pussy next time.