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Naruto: Intimacy	By : EroPrincess Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Shikamaru and Temari
- 2-Baki and Yugao
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Tamir Ruffin, Phil Weatherspoon, and Case Woodard composed the song “How Can I Love U 2Night?”.

WARNING: This one-shot features mild bondage, slight exhibitionism, heavy adult content, and maybe some sight OOC-ness (depending on how serious you take your fan fiction). It's not intended for underage people or people easily offended by sexually explicit content. Also, if you’re reading this on fanfiction(dot)net, then please know that this story’s censored due to the site’s restrictions. The uncensored version can be found on either mediaminer(dot)org, or adultfanfiction(dot)net. Links are provided in my ff(dot)net’s profile. This story also has minor Sakura bashing. If you’re a fan of hers…READ WITH CAUTION!

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“Sexing you is on my mind, but loving me is on your mind…” Sisqó;

How Can I Love U 2Nite?

Her body was addicting; like a smoker’s bad habit, their lips sucking the toxins out of a cigarette. Just as a smoker knows those cancerous sticks were poisonous to their body, he knew she was all wrong for his. If one would ask him if he cared, equivalent to a smoker’s response he’d tell you no, mind your own business.

He should care because there was another woman in his life, someone who cherished him dearly and loved him with all her heart. His childhood friend and former classmate, Sakura Haruno loved him unconditionally, and yet he’s been deceiving her shortly after their three-month relationship began.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t care about her, the opposite is true. It was because he did care that he never told her he couldn’t, wouldn’t return her feelings and his heart belonged to another.

He closed his eyes, relaxed his back against his arm-less chair and thought back to that warm, sunny day in Konoha when Sakura first approached him. He was lying in the soft, cool green grass when she came, interrupting his habitual cloud gazing to express her newfound affectionate feelings for him, and he couldn’t help smirking at the memory. Her short-cropped, rose hair fell in straight, lustrous strands barely touching her shoulders, highlighting her beautiful pale face, and her green eyes widened, sparkling with hope that her classmate returned her feelings.

Such was not the case, but being who he is; he didn’t have the heart to tell her, “Sorry, Sakura, but I only see you as a friend.” Instead, he chickened-out and strung Sakura along; allowing her to think they were more than comrades because he thought it would be too troublesome to say otherwise. The two Chunin strolled around their small village together more often, sometimes with Sakura’s arm linked with his, causing people to whisper and murmur about their sudden closeness. Everyone talked about them, but no one dared asked what was going on between them…well…only one person had the balls to confront them…

…the Number One Knuckleheaded Ninja, Naruto Uzumaki.

To be frank, Naruto never asked the couple if they were together or not; being who he is he stood on top of the Hokage tower one day and yelled to the entire village that he and Sakura were an item.

This caused Sakura’s face to darken in a scarlet hue. He on the other hand wanted to rip apart the vocal chords from the loudmouth, blond Genin.

Naruto, you jerk!

A scowl was present on his face from his subconscious thoughts about that day. He inhaled the tobacco from the slim, tan and white stick and exhaled slowly, calming his nerves. He couldn’t allow himself to get riled-up thinking about Naruto, not tonight. Tonight was the night he and his forbidden desert goddess from Suna were to meet at his place.

Inhaling just as slowly as he exhaled previously, seventeen-year-old Shikamaru Nara’s lazy brown eyes glanced around his studio apartment. He studied the flickering lights coming from the flames of the apple-scented candles placed around his living area. All of the lights were off in his apartment. The yellow-orange glow of light cast several shadows off the furniture around the room, perfect for what he had in store for the older, troublesome woman later.

He exhaled one final time before placing his fingers against the bud to toss away the cigarette. Shikamaru was thankful he remembered to purchase scented candles for their latest escapade. The damned woman always complained every time she visited about the strong stench of cigarette smoke in the air, contaminating her lungs.

Shikamaru clutched the bud in his right hand and stood, stretching his sore, tired muscles after sitting in the chair for over thirty minutes awaiting her arrival. He used his left hand to comb through his thick, dark ponytail as he padded bare-foot in his kitchen area to trash the finished tobacco stick. He didn’t have to look at the clock on the wall, which read eleven thirty-eight PM to know she was late, and he was growing tired of waiting for her.

Why do I bother, he wondered to himself, she’s worth too much trouble for this shit.

This much was true. He and his Suna lover were…buddies for the past two-and-a-half months, and they wisely decided to keep their relationship on the down low. If word got out that they were messing around with one another, disaster would fall upon them.

Shikamaru wasn’t worried about Sakura finding out; well he was but he wasn’t. She’d slap him around a few times, yell at him and call him several names—that he could handle. What he didn’t want to face was her younger brothers Kankurō and Suna’s Kazekage, Gaara of the Desert.

He knew from watching the two siblings battles in the past what they were capable of. If Kankurō and Gaara knew of the naughty, erotic things he did with their older sister they wouldn’t hesitate to kill him…slowly…painfully.

Kankurō would torture his body with his offensive puppet, Karasu, while Gaara would crush his bloodied, beaten form with his famous Desert Coffin. Knowing those two, they’d probably form an alliance with Orochimaru and allow him to perform the Summoning Reanimation jutsu just resurrect his corpse to do it all over again.

Sighing heavily, Shikamaru padded towards his bathroom and rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash, not wanting his breath to reek of cigarette smoke whenever she decided to grace his apartment with her appearance. She’d more than likely complain about the heavy, prurient smell of his breath, too. She’d go on fussing about his nasty habit and then an argument would erupt, followed by bouts of sweaty, mind-numbing, toe-curling sex.

Well, maybe her complaining wasn’t so bad.

Sometimes though, Shikamaru still wondered why he even allowed the secret meetings of theirs to go on for so long. Then he would remember: the woman had a body that could knock a man off his toes, and her pussy was just too good to let go. He’d face both her brothers and Sakura just to get to her.

However, it was more than just sex. She challenged him not only physically, but mentally as well. As low of a regard Shikamaru held towards women, even he have to admit that she was the only woman who could match wits with his own. He enjoyed their argumentative taunting, sparring sessions, and even the days she’d assist him whenever he taught at the Academy. Hell, on some days they’d just sneak off together and cloud-gaze, or play numerous rounds of Shogi.

Before they became intimate, Shikamaru always thought she was troublesome…even scarier than his own mother. If he was honest with himself, he still feels that way, perhaps due to the fact that she’s three years his senior, yet he also gained a new respect for her.

Just as his father told him years ago men wouldn’t exist without women, and sometimes their smile is reason enough to want to keep them around. He didn’t quite understand it then, but after getting to know his Suna lover on a different level, he now understood perfectly what his father said.

At times her smile alone made all the troubles he was having vanish. Humph, Shikamaru mentally snorted, releasing a dry chuckle; she didn’t smile much, if at all. Nevertheless, the cute, sarcastic smirks she would send his way would still have that trouble-vanishing effect. Not to mention those eyes; those sharp, hard, blazing dark forest eyes reflecting her emotions, staring intently into his own whenever she was angry…or how he preferred her…aroused.

It was something about her eyes that just did it for him.

“Ah, whatever, it’s pointless,” he spoke in his empty studio apartment, “no sense on dwelling on such nonsense.” Shikamaru knew what he felt for the desert blossom wasn’t nonsense, and he knew she knew of his feelings too. He also knew she felt the same way; otherwise why would she keep coming back, unless he was just that damned good.

He emerged from his bathroom and entered his living area again, only to see the woman of his desires standing in front of his open window. The late-night cool air fluttered inside his home, making the apple candle flames flicker wildly, casting intimate glows upon the couple’s skin.

She wore her coarse, wavy, topaz-colored hair down, with the medium-length nearly reaching her shoulders. Only he's allowed to see her hair without her usual four-pigtail style. One day he slipped up and told her he preferred her hair down and she’s been wearing it that way ever since, only whenever they were alone. He’d like to think without those pigtails; she seemed more…vulnerable to him, more open to submit to whatever he wished.

Covering her body was a short, white, satin kimono barely covering her bottom, displaying her smooth, light-tan legs. The white of the satin reflected the yellow-orange glow of the candlelight. A decorative, amethyst floral pattern lined the hem of the garment as well as the bell-shaped sleeves. A matching amethyst obi used to secure the kimono together, and Shikamaru thought why did she even bother to use the large ribbon to hold the satin close to her skin, it was coming off in a matter of minutes.

Although he couldn’t complain, the tight, large bow of the obi pushed her excessive cleavage to nearly chin-height. His eyes focused on the valley of her breasts where a small silver object hung from a thin silver chain, glimmering in the candlelight. It was a tiny piece of their former enemy Tayuya’s, flute from the Sound Ninja Four. After the Suna kunoichi killed her, he picked up their enemy’s only weapon as a keepsake, later deciding to keep a small part and gave it to his lover as a necklace as a thank you gift.

His lazy brown eyes roamed over her body more as he smirked at her shapely form. Her waist appeared thinner, her hips and thighs fuller and, even though he couldn’t see it, he knew when she’d turn around, her ass would protrude begging for his palms to grab and knead the soft flesh. He’d get her to turn around soon. That’s how he preferred her anyway, either face-down on her stomach with her ass raised, or bent over with her cheeks spread open as he pounded into her.

Most people would consider his desert goddess fat, Shikamaru knew better. He once told his best friend Chouji that women liked men with meat on their bones; the same goes for men. Stick-thin, skinny women just didn’t do it for him, like the majority of the women in Konoha.

His lover is not…fat, she’s thick there’s a difference.

Shikamaru’s mate possessed large, full breasts that’d surely provide enough milk to feed a country of starving infants, or a lazy, cloud-gazing, tobacco-inhaling Chunin, a thin, well-toned waist that spread out into full, luscious hips. His eyes continued to look down as her full thighs touched the other as she stood observing him.

How could any man not want a woman with thighs like hers?

He thought back to the day when she stayed with him at the hospital after his mission at rescuing Sasuke Uchiha had failed a few years back. She crossed her legs and, even though he was depressed about the mission as well as his classmates’ condition, he couldn’t help but to peek underneath her skirt where the bare flesh of her thighs displayed due to her sitting cross-legged.

Even during his distraught state, he fantasized about caressing the smooth skin of her thighs, picturing his fingers lazily tracing patterns on them, or having them squeeze his waist as he thrust deeply into her. Damn.

Lastly, Shikamaru also did not forget his lover’s famous asset.

There was nothing better in the world than having a woman who had a rotund backside, something he enjoyed grabbing on to whenever they made love. He never would understand why some men considered women shaped like his lover fat. Shikamaru assumed those men were weak, must have small penises, and couldn’t possibly handle fucking a full-figured woman like his Suna mate.

He was the exact opposite; he couldn’t handle fucking skinny women. He should know, he thinks about it every time he and Sakura were intimate. They lost their virginity together and being inexperienced, naturally, he didn’t know the difference until that faithful night he and his lover went on a mission and they made love for the first time in the dark woods under the moonlight.

Whenever he was with Sakura, Shikamaru would have to hold back for fear of breaking her bones, only limiting him to penetrate her in a few positions. Whenever he was with his desert goddess, there were no restrictions; the two of them could go all out without any worries. He enjoyed pulling her hair as he rode her from behind, or folding her body upwards whenever he was on top just to feel his hips slam into her ass cheeks.

The ponytailed cloud-gazer immediately snapped out of his daze when he heard her speak.

“Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me, or are we going to get started, slacker-clown,” twenty-year-old Temari asked Shikamaru cynically.

“Feh,” he snorted as he stuffed his hands in his dark pants, “you have a lot of nerve barging in here late. It’s three-quarters past; fifteen minutes later I would’ve gone to sleep.”

“It’s not like it would’ve been the first time,” Temari replied as she turned around to close his window. Shikamaru lifted a brow when her back turned, peeking underneath her kimono to see if she was wearing any undergarments. “You’re forgetting I can finish the job whether you’re awake or asleep.” She faced him and grinned sexily as she sauntered towards him, the stiletto heels of her shoes creating hollow sounds on the hardwood floor with every step she took.

He circled his arms around her back and allowed them to slide down the satin fabric, cupping her bottom. He pushed her hips forward against his hardness, causing her to squeal from the contact. “Oh really, now,” Shikamaru asked, his casual grin stretching his lips. His rough, calloused hands slid underneath her kimono to caress her bare ass, his palms instantly filling with the flesh her full cheeks. She’s not wearing any panties. Sometimes she just makes this too easy.

Shikamaru leaned forward and inhaled the fragrant scent of jasmine and sandalwood from her neck into his lungs. He closed his eyes and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her skin, nipping and sucking the gentle curve where her neck and shoulder connected. He knew this was one of her many erogenous zones that’ll create sticky, liquid warmth to secrete down her thighs.

Temari swallowed several passionate moans to speak. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pressing her body closer against his. Their bodies aligned shoulder-to-shoulder, chest-to-chest, and thigh-to-thigh. “Y-You’ve been…s-smoking… I-I can…tell… I smell it in your…clothes…”

“Arrgh,” Shikamaru growled as he tore his face from her neck and lifted his head to frown at her. “You really know how to ruin a good mood.”

“I was just stating facts,” Temari said as her fingers crept underneath his black shirt to massage the taut ripples of his abdomen. Grinning naughtily, she asked, “Why don’t we get rid of them so you can please me?”

The brunet ninja leaned down to kiss his woman on her lips, allowing his tongue to trace the circumference of the plump, sweet flesh before he dove his appendage in, sampling the sugary flavor of her mouth.

His left hand painfully squeezed her right buttock while his right hand dipped in between her legs, stroking and smothering her wetness over her nether lips.

“Ohh…” Temari gasped as she closed her eyes, wanting to savor the feeling of Shikamaru’s fingers expertly caressing her lower anatomy. Her nipples tightened responsively. “Oh, oh…”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he whispered against her lips, trailing his wet tongue along her jaw to her earlobe. He enticingly blew his warm breath in the canal and breathed, “I always aim to please and tonight is no exception…” He pulled back to grin at her as he added, “Well, there is one exception…”

“What…” the topaz-blonde kunoichi drawled out slowly, asking almost uncertainly. It wasn’t like Shikamaru to switch sexual tactics randomly. If something worked for him, he usually continued to go along with it. What is he thinking? Why is tonight different from any other night?

Without warning, Shikamaru rudely pushed Temari away from him, making her holler in protest as she stumbled backwards.

“Hey!”

He walked to his arm-less chair and sat, holding several chuckles back due to the irate look on her face. “What’s the matter, Temari?” he taunted, “you look shit-faced.”

“Grrr…” Temari balled her hands and slowly stomped towards her smug-faced lover, ready to black those lazy eyes of his. “Why did you push me? What was the meaning behind…” she stopped speaking, her body now frozen as she stared wide-eyed at the shadow ninja.

“Shadow Possession,” Shikamaru calmly spoke as his hands formed the restraining technique, “complete.”

I…I can’t…move… she panicked as her body was paralyzed from head to toe. I reacted too quickly; I didn’t even notice he was using that jutsu.

Studying his handiwork, Shikamaru reclined in his chair and continued speaking. “As I was saying, I aim to please. I plan on pleasuring you, only except tonight I’m going to do it while I sit here in this chair…and watch.”

“And…what…” the Suna kunoichi began but immediately stopped due to Shikamaru’s Shadow Neck Bind. Temari watched a pair of shadow hands, which felt very life-like, slide sensuously along her body, roaming and groping over the thin fabric concealing her curves.

“Mmm…Shi-ka-mar-ru…?” she tried her best not to give in to the sensation of what he was doing but she failed, allowing her body to enjoy the wicked usage of his ninjutsu.

“Just one more,” he whispered as he made another hand sign to perform his Shadow Sewing jutsu, which he allowed his shadow to rise from the ground and constrain her body, pushing her against the opposite wall from the chair.

Temari stared stupefied at her lover wondering about his bizarre actions, although she couldn’t control the soft, eminent gasps that were escaping her mouth because of the shadow hands of the Neck Bind filling her up. Her body remained immobile because of his Shadow Possession, as the Neck Bind’s hands freely wandered over her, while his imitation Shadow Sewing continued to hold her. “What…what’s the meaning of…this…? I…I can’t move!”

“Heh, I just thought we’d try something different tonight,” Shikamaru replied as he reached in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “I rather enjoy watching you squirm. Once I’m through with you, you’re gonna come crawling to me begging for me to give it to you.”

“Fuck you, you slacker-clown,” Temari shot at him and instantly regretted it. One of the hands of the Shadow Neck Bind released her breast to cover her mouth, preventing her from speaking.

The lazy ninja grinned deviously as he lit his cigarette, not caring about his lover’s dislike for the tobacco stick. She’s in his home and if he wanted to smoke, then he will smoke.

Placing the nearly empty pack and lighter in his pants pocket, Shikamaru folded his arms behind his head and began to speak while smoking without using his fingers, just like his late sensei Asuma used to. “Ah, such a dirty mouth from such a pretty lady; for this night to progress the way I want it to, I need for you to be silent. Since you don’t know how to do that on your own, I have my shadows here to help you.”

He heard Temari muffle something incoherent behind the shadow’s hand. He knew her words were foul but Shikamaru only chuckled in response. “It doesn’t matter what you say, I’m not letting you go until I feel like you’re ready. Now, shut up and take it.”

Promptly his imitation shadow stood behind Temari, squeezing between her and the wall. She watched helplessly as the Neck Bind’s hand detach itself from her mouth, only to have it covered again by the imitation shadow’s hand. The hands of the Neck Bind quickly untied her obi and used the sash as a gag to tie around Temari’s mouth, keeping her from saying anything, and screaming.

The satin of her kimono opened, allowing Shikamaru to get a fascinating view of her delectable body.

“Ah, just as I predicted,” he drawled out lazily as he puffed on his cigarette, “you weren’t wearing a bra, either. This just makes it all the more easier for me to torture you tonight.”

Torture…?

Before she could guess what he was about to do next, Temari felt her body being lifted in the air. A pair of hands grabbed on to her thighs, forcing them apart. It was then she realized the imitation shadow behind her held her in the air, thighs apart, displaying her pink wetness unashamedly to her lover. She couldn’t talk because of the ribbon secured around her mouth, nor could she move her arms to remove it due to the Shadow Possession jutsu. She remained practically floating in mid-air, open and moist for her lazy ninja…and she liked it. She liked the submissive feeling flowing through her veins, increasing her arousal, exciting her tenfold, and making her even wetter.

The brunet exhaled heavy tobacco smoke as he smirked seductively at his desert goddess. At this moment he was thankful for the chakra control he acquired. Back in the day whenever Shikamaru used the Shadow Possession jutsu, his opponent trapped within it would mimic every move he made. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, anymore. He gained more control of his chakra, therefore allowing his body the ability to move freely as his captive remained rooted to the jutsu; thus was why Temari was floating motionless, spread eagle for him as he relaxed in his chair enjoying the show. Add the fact that there were several shadows in his apartment caused by the candles his shadow power was limitless. He could keep all three of his shadows attached to Temari until daybreak.

“You shaved for me; that was very considerate of you. Your pussy looks better to me bald than hairy, eh?” He quietly observed the hairless mound of his lover in the candlelight, rolling the cigarette sensually between his lips as he pictured his tongue there, lapping at her sweetness.

If it weren’t for the ribbon secured around her mouth, Temari would’ve coughed aloud from the ludicrous audacity of the shadow ninja’s words. He held back a grin; he knew he struck a chord with what he just said.

Finished wasting time, Shikamaru mentally ordered the hands of his Neck Bind to roam over Temari’s body, again. The black fingers skimmed across her skin until the palms cupped and jiggled her heavy breasts. The index and thumbs of the shadows tweaked and tugged her sandy-brown twin peaks, causing electricity to travel through her nerves and down to her body’s center. Her erect buds pointed directly at her shadow ninja, who only kept his arms folded behind his head as he watched.

I can’t believe he’s looking at me…like this, Temari thought, as she wanted to arch her spine forward, to press her cleavage against the shadow hands. That damned Shadow Possession kept her from doing so. What’s preposterous is that I can’t believe I’m enjoying this. I like my body being on display before him. My hormones are blazing, I want him so bad…I want him to watch me…

Those shadow fingers of the Neck Bind continuously pulled and played with her hardened nipples before trailing down past her rippled stomach to the junction between her thighs.

Shikamaru lifted his hand to remove the cigarette bud from his lips, tossing it aside as he watched his Neck Bind’s fingers separate her damp vaginal lips. More of her moistness dripped down her thighs to puddle softly on the hardwood floor.

“Perhaps I should speed things up a bit,” he suggested, “you’re gonna create stains on my floor.” He read the pleading look in her eyes, Temari definitely wanted things to progress faster, but it was too soon. He wanted to continue.

As the imitation shadow held her up and open from behind, Temari watched helplessly as the index and middle finger of the Neck Bind swiftly slide inside her. Ahh… she tossed her head back, shut her eyes and mentally screamed at the ceiling. Oh, oh, Kami it feels so real… She felt tears gather behind her eyelids, but she refused to allow them to fall down her face. She chewed the insides of her cheeks as she held the water back.

The thick fingers of Shikamaru’s Neck Bind slid deeper inside her, rotating along her inner walls as her muscles clamped shut on them. She wanted to move her hips forward to match the painful thrusts of the shadow fingers, but his damned ninjutsu prevented such actions. Instead, Temari had no choice but to remain stiffened as her body received incredible pleasure.

The Neck Bind’s fingers pumped deep and hard inside of her, sliding along the wetness of her inner muscles. Temari choked every time the shadow’s fingertips touched the hidden bud inside her, wishing she could holler out her forthcoming orgasm.

Shikamaru watched, concentrating hard on Temari’s expressions. The way her face was contorted and scrunched, he knew her release was coming fast. She’ll be putty in my hands as soon as I’m finished. I have to hurry this up, anyway. He looked down at himself and saw his arousal painfully straining against the zipper of his pants. I’m afraid I might create a hole in my slacks.

He mentally ordered his Neck Bind’s hands to perform one dirtier act before he decided to release his jutsus. It’s time for the finale.

Temari carefully watched as one of the Neck Bind’s fingers withdrew from inside her, her liquid coating its finger. She gnawed on her bottom lip as she felt the damp finger trail the sensitive area between her hole and her anus, using it as a lubricant to probe the forbidden opening. Wha…what the…no, not there!

The pony-tailed ninja sat and observed his lover’s panic-stricken, dark jade eyes with concealed humor, as the shadow fingers filled both her tunnels, thrusting furiously.

“Mmm…mmm…” the Suna kunoichi hummed desperately behind her obi as the tears she held back before now slid down her cheeks. He’s…he’s never done anything like this before… I…oh this feels…wonderful… I never felt so…fulfilled…

The cloud-gazer continued to stare, slightly feeling envious because his woman appeared to be enjoying herself too much. Her face had flushed, her eyes were glassy, yet hazy, a light sheen of sweat dampened her skin, and more droplets of her juices splattered on the floor. He heard multiple muffles behind the obi around her mouth. Temari made strangled noises, her eyes pleading for release of his jutsus, as well for the release of her orgasm.

The last few jabbing stabs of the Neck Bind’s fingers invading both of her holes caused Temari to soak the ribbon around her mouth with saliva; she wanted to cry aloud so badly, but couldn’t. The last spills of her cum landed on the floor in the now small-medium sized puddle. Shikamaru released all three of his ninjutsus and Temari landed on the hardwood floor, her right thigh soaked with her fluid.

Quickly she reached behind her head to untie the knot of the obi, removing it from her face. The satin gently landed on the floor in front of her, and she looked at her lover with large, green eyes and asked, “Wha…what was that all about?”

“Did you not enjoy it?” Shikamaru replied with his own question. He knew the answer was an obvious “yes”, he only asked her that because he felt she asked him a dumb question. He feels one dumb question deserves another.

“Fuck you!” she spat at him yet again.

Licking his lips, the shadow wielder shook his head and folded his arms. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, how many times are you going say that to me before the night’s over with?”

On wobbly hands and knees, Temari slowly crawled towards her lover, her hard, penetrating gaze never leaving his. She panted heavily with every movement. The majority of her energy dissipated after Shikamaru’s usage of his…shadow techniques, not to mention both of her love tunnels were sore tremendously. Surprisingly though, she wanted more…a lot more. The Neck Bind’s fingers were wonderful, and they felt incredible, but nothing compared to the real thing.

The moment she was in front of him, Temari’s hands slid along his legs and up his thighs until her fingers caressed the zipper of his pants. She unfastened the button, and slid the zipper down. Shikamaru helped her along, lifting himself slightly from the chair, and pulled down his slacks and boxers in one swoop, the fabric resting comfortably at his ankles.

His long, heavy erection defied gravity as it stood at attention from his coarse, pubic curls, its eye pointing at the ceiling. Droplets of his pre-cum oozed from the arrow-shaped head, and the thick blue veins nearly protruded from the dark tanned skin. He grinned wickedly at her and said, “Well, what are you waiting for? Do you want it or what?”

Temari quenched her thirsty lips with her wet tongue, and replied, “You’re gonna pay for what you did to me earlier.” With nothing else to say, the desert kunoichi bent her head forward and captured his penis between her lips. She sucked him slowly, from the head to the base, and back up again.

“Ahh…” Shikamaru threaded his fingers through her wild hair as she orally worked him over. He kept his body still as he allowed Temari to continue to pleasure him.

Removing her lips from his shaft, Temari used the tip of her tongue to trace the circumference of the spongy head to the fluid-rich slit. There she worked her oral muscle on him, giving the juicy canal an erotic French kiss.

“Shit…Temari…” he shut his eyes and choked, “damnit!” He felt her lips close together and suck his natural secretions from his body, like liquid vacuumed through a straw.

Separating her jaws, Temari pushed her head further down his shaft, and squeezed her cheeks to tighten her hold around him. Once his tip was at the back of her throat, she gargled lightly a few times, knowing the tickling vibrations would send many shockwaves of pleasure from his dick throughout his system.

“Ngh…T-Temari…stop… If you…continue…I…”

Temari licked and slurped the remains of his pre-cum combined with her saliva before lifting her head from his lap. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and said, “I know. I don’t want you to do that…not yet, at least not in my mouth.”

“Stand up,” he ordered when he opened his eyes, his vision blurry as he blinked into focus.

She complied. Temari balanced herself on her legs and straddled Shikamaru’s lap, with his erection pressed between their bodies. She rested her head against his shoulder and gently bit the metal of his small, hoop earring, tugging it with her teeth. She knew this simple action got him off. His length happily pulsated between their stomachs, while Shikamaru removed the kimono from her shoulders and grabbed her hips, grinding her against the hard flesh.

“Mmm…mmm, hmm… I-I want you inside of me…Shi-ka-ma-ru…” she breathed throatily in his ear.

“I believe we can work something out, eh?” the cloud-gazer joked as he grabbed two handfuls of her ass in his palms and hoisted her on his throbbing cock.

Temari bit down on his ear to keep from screaming as she felt her opening being filled with his hot, love rod. Her wet muscles instantly constricted around his shaft, keeping Shikamaru in his place.

Shikamaru peeked over her shoulder as his breathing came out in short pants. He watched joyously as her ass bounced up and down his shaft, jiggling underneath his palms as she rode him. He moved his body forward, matching the rhythm of hers, the tip of his penis pressing hard against her core.

She tossed her head, arched her back, and hollered his name to the heavens, rotating her hips in various ovals and figure eights. “Ohh…this is wonderful…it feels incredible…” Temari moved her hips rapidly, desperate to please her man…who’s not really hers.

She knew of his “relationship” with Sakura Haruno, but knowing about it didn’t stop her from seeing Shikamaru in secret. It was this knowledge that turned Temari on even more. The things she has done with Sakura’s “boyfriend” right underneath the girl’s nose without her knowing about it gave Temari an ultimate adrenaline rush.

The desert kunoichi knew that even though Shikamaru may belong to someone else, he was indeed her man. She reached for his ponytail and removed the band that held his hair together. The thick, dark brown strands began to fall, and Temari reached for them, fisting his hair as she continued to bounce repeatedly on his shaft.

Shikamaru in turn gripped her ass even tighter and bent forward towards her chest. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust he pushed inside of her. Her sandy-brown nipples peaked at attention, pleading for his mouth to surround them, to suck them.

He closed his lips over her right nipple, laving it with his tongue, nursing from her like a newborn would feed from its mother. He stretched his mouth and bobbed his head a little, taking more of her round flesh into his mouth.

Temari positioned her head upright again, and looked down at her lover feeding from her bosom. She pushed her chest forward and whispered, “Oh, oh Shikamaru…”

“Mmm…” was all he murmured. He licked his way from her right breast to lavish the same attention to the neglected left breast, leaving a trail of saliva on her skin between the two massive swells of flesh.

Feeling his mouth, lips, teeth, and tongue on her ultra-sensitized peaks only heightened the pleasure for Temari. She wildly rode him, forcing her body down hard on his as she lifted herself back up to repeat her erotic actions. The walls of her inner muscles quivered as her orgasm was fast approaching. Her sweet, natural juices spilled from her core and splattered against his thighs, but she wouldn’t let up, she wouldn’t end their passionate joy ride until he came first.

“Shit,” Shikamaru choked out. Temari’s vaginal muscles caressed against his blood-swollen member, covering his length with her honey. He dug his nails in her buttocks and pushed her down on him faster and harder, impatiently wanting to pour himself deep inside of her.

“Come…come with me…” Temari begged hoarsely as she looked into his dark, lusty eyes, “please? My body…I can’t take anymore…”

The shadow ninja was more than happy to oblige. He gave her round ass a few hard smacks, causing Temari to cry out even more. He knew she liked it whenever he would hit her backside with his palms, and he enjoyed it as much as she did. It was one of the other many benefits to having a lover with a nice, juicy bottom.

Her love muscles clenched him more and his penis began to pulsate against her walls. His sac tightened as his seed began to journey through the path towards freedom. Shikamaru tried to hold out for a little longer, wanting his lover to come first, but his body couldn’t wait. He palmed Temari’s bottom so hard that he left two red hand imprints on her backside. His seed spewed inside of her, swimming towards her womb to lay rest.

Temari soon followed. She felt her body implode as her nectar secreted from her deep within her to pour all over Shikamaru’s lap. She collapsed against his chest, closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, struggling to slow her erratic breathing. Their hearts were in-sync, rapidly beating as one.

For several moments, neither of them spoke. They sat silently in the chair enjoying each other’s company. They waited to come down from their high of intense pleasure, not wanting to break the contended silence with words.

Shikamaru lightly kissed her hair as his gently massaged her entire back, going up and down from her shoulders to her buttocks. He cupped her now tender ass once more as he spoke. “Tonight, I realized something, Temari…”

His lover was spent; she remained in the position she was in and kept her eyes closed, too tired to lift her head to look at him. She felt him soften inside of her, and she sighed happily. This is where he belongs, with me, in me. “Hmm…?”

“I realized that I pleasured you…without leaving this chair…ow!”

Temari pinched him on his shoulder and grinned naughtily. She lifted her head to look at him and said, “Well, mister, if you think that’s all we’re going to do tonight, you’re wrong. This time you’re going to take me. I want you on top.”

“Heh, troublesome woman; impatient are we?”

The desert ninja only responded by grinding her hips into his.

He felt himself harden instantly from her movements. Shikamaru kicked off his pants and boxers and stood. Temari secured her ankles around his back, and her arms around his neck as she allowed him to carry her effortlessly to his bed. He laid her down and lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor.

He cradled her breasts in his palms and lay on top of her. Looking at her devilishly, he asked her in his lazy tone, “So…you’re ready for one more round, eh?”

Temari separated her thighs and locked her ankles behind his neck. She folded her arms behind her head and replied, “I’m ready for several more rounds, Nara. Make love to me, fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Ngh,” Shikamaru pushed himself inside her wet tunnel slowly, more than ready to comply with his lover’s naughty request.

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Shikamaru woke up the next morning and left his lover sleeping, tangled in his bed sheets. He had to search through their carelessly strewn clothes to find his boxers hidden underneath his pants on the floor. He stepped into them and entered his bathroom. There he splashed cold water on his face, a normal routine whenever Temari spent the night at his place. He studied his face in the mirror and wondered how was it possible he could look himself in the face everyday and not regret cheating on Sakura to be with his lover.

He should feel like the biggest ass in Fire Country for continuously deceiving Sakura, but he didn’t. He felt completely satisfied after what occurred last night; not only that but he also felt tired…just plain tired. He was tired of the lies, the secrecy, and his lack of bravery to tell Sakura how he truly felt.

Damnit, he’s only seventeen! How was he supposed to deal with such troublesome bullshit? For once Shikamaru didn’t have the answers. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, that’s the only reason he kept quiet about Temari. More importantly, he didn’t want to see her hurt. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost her due to his deceptions.

Shikamaru leaned forward and pressed his hot forehead against the cool porcelain sink. Inhaling deeply, he breathed out heavily, “Aw, man, what a drag.”

“I know it is, but we have to tell them,” he heard a feminine voice speak. He didn’t move from his spot. He took in the comfort of feeling Temari’s warm cheek pressed against his bare back. He also felt the cool, cotton sheet against his skin and concluded that Temari must’ve used his sheet as a makeshift robe.

“Someone’s bound to find out about us sooner or later, Nara,” she said seriously. “I would rather let everyone know about us personally, than to have someone catches us together and spread nasty rumors about us. It’s for the best, Shikamaru.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” he asked as he straightened his posture. He yawned as turned around to face his forbidden Suna lover. He gathered her in his arms and smothered her lips with his own in a deep kiss.

For the entirety of their two-and-a-half relationship, neither ninja spoken those powerful three words: I love you to one, another. They weren’t necessary, they both knew how the other felt.

Temari dug her fingers through his hair and pushed his head closer to hers, needing to feel all of him. Shikamaru in turn tugged his sheet from her body and covered her skin with his hands that the linen once concealed.

He pushed her hips against his early-morning arousal, and dug his hands in between her buttocks. She would have to leave soon, but not yet. He wanted her again, just one more time before the day began and he would have to return to his life of lies.

There was a soft knock at the door, but neither Shikamaru nor Temari heard it. They were caught up in their world to pay attention to any outside interruptions.

The young woman who knocked entered the studio apartment and frowned at the clothes all over the floor. Instantly becoming curious, she tiptoed softly around the small living area and noted the tousled sheets and stains on his bed. She continued her investigation, tiptoeing all throughout the apartment. Her ears perked as she listened to several passionate moans coming from the far end of his home.

Wanting to confirm her suspicions, the young woman made her way towards Shikamaru’s bathroom. The door was opened; she quietly watched as Shikamaru gently made love to the familiar desert kunoichi from Suna on top of his bathroom sink. The two lovers were so deep into their lovemaking, they failed to notice there was another presence standing at the entry of the bathroom.

“Ahem,” a light feminine voice broke through the erotic sounds filling Shikamaru’s bathroom.

The couple opened their eyes and looked at the person who discovered them. Everything came crashing down in that instant. Temari covered her breasts with her arms, and Shikamaru reached for the sheet on the floor and used it to cover both of their bodies.

He and Temari thought the same thing: they were caught their secret was out.

Shikamaru frowned as he looked into the eyes of his best female friend. “What are you doing here, Ino?”

Ino struggled to keep her composure as she felt her face heat from her blush. Her hands shook from nervousness due to the awkwardness of the current situation. She cleared her throat and readied herself to answer her teammate’s question.

“I-I came here to d-deliver a message…from Lady Hokage… Tsunade wants you, Chouji, and I t-to go on a m-mission… I’ll…I’ll come back a little later…” before either Shikamaru or Temari could speak, Ino turned on her heel and raced towards the front door. Once the couple heard the door slam, they exhaled the breath they been holding, sighing heavily.

Shikamaru allowed Temari to wrap the sheet around herself as she slid down from his sink and exit his bathroom. He followed behind her as they entered his living area. There he silently watched as she dropped the soft linen and search for her kimono and obi. She grabbed her kimono and slipped it over her shoulders, and tied the obi around her waist.

She faced her lover and asked, “Why do you think she was in such a hurry?”

Yawning again, the shadow ninja folded his arms over his chest and replied, “Well, she’s embarrassed for one, and she’s also excited to share the latest gossip about us. Before sundown both of our villages will know about us.”

“How lovely,” Temari sarcastically huffed as she flopped on the edge of his bed. Staring helplessly at him, she said, “What do you think we should do?”

“There’s nothing we can do.” Shikamaru sat next to her and circled an arm around her shoulders for support. “We’ll just have to get through it…together…” He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, quietly letting her know everything’s going to be okay.

“What about Sakura, and my brothers?” Temari wondered.

“I’m not really worried about Sakura,” he admitted honestly, “but both of your brothers scare the shit out of me, though.” He chuckled dryly at his poor attempt at humor.

His Suna lover caught the hint at the sad humor attempt and she chuckled dryly, too. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she laid her cheek on his shoulder and whispered, “You know I’ll do everything I can to keep them from coming after you.”

“Ah…how troublesome…ow.”

Temari twisted the skin on the side of his waist, pinching him hard. “Shut up, slacker-clown,” she teasingly chastised him.

The brunet shadow-wielder replied with a comeback. “Ah, whatever; you know you like it, you annoying Sand-bitch.”

“Lazy ass…”

“Old hag…”

“I love you…”

“Hn…?” Shikamaru stared into Temari’s dark forest eyes, surprise etched in the creases of his face. “What did you say?”

“Ah…” the Suna kunoichi looked around his messy apartment, looked everywhere but at him. She realized what she’d said, but it was too late to take it back. She couldn’t face him, she didn’t want to face him.

Forcibly grabbing her chin, her lover made her look at him. “Answer me,” he demanded.

Temari swallowed hard and narrowed her eyes. She inhaled and exhaled to relax her vibrating nerves. Gathering courage, she repeated those cursed three “little” words. “I said, ‘I love you’, Shikamaru…”

A sloppy, lazy grin stretched his lips, and Shikamaru pulled her face towards his to kiss her. His tongue separated her lips and they met together in an erotic dance. He wanted to hear her say those words repeatedly, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to repeat them to her.

Maybe later, I’m not ready yet, he thought as their lips meshed against each other’s.

Temari knew the kiss was merely a distraction to keep him from admitting the same thing. She wasn’t worried or offended. In her heart, she knew Shikamaru felt the same way about her. Everything was happening so fast before him. With Ino finding them making love, and her admitting her feelings for him, she was sure it was too much for a seventeen-year-old young man to handle at once.

She separated from her and stood, looking for her shoes. Once she slipped into them, she looked at her lover and said, “I should be going.”

“Not yet,” Shikamaru told her. He also stood from the bed and dressed in his clothes that were on the floor. “I’m coming with you,” he said as he redid his hair in his famous spiked ponytail.

“That’s not necessary,” she replied as she headed towards the front door. “I’m a big girl. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“It doesn’t matter, half of the village knows about us by now, anyway.” Shikamaru shrugged and grinned playfully at her. “I’m your guide for today. I’m doing this for old time’s sake. Let me walk you to the gate.”

Temari licked her lips and opened the door. She looked over her should and give him a sexy smirk. “Fine; have it your way. If Sakura catches us together on the way there, don’t expect me to help you when she kicks your ass.”

“Feh,” Shikamaru followed her out in the hallway and closed the door behind him. “You should be worried that she’s going to kick your ass, too.”

“Not a chance,” they laughed together as they stepped outside into the warm morning of Konoha.

Immediately a few spectators that were lounging around began to ogle the newly talked-about couple. Some even whispered amongst themselves and pointed fingers.

Temari blew a frustrating piece of hair from her right eye and muttered, “Assholes, they don’t have anything better to talk about?”

“Wanna give them something more to gossip about?” Shikamaru wiggled his brows tauntingly at her.

“Hmm…what do you have in mind, slacker-clown?”

He grabbed her hand and linked his fingers with hers. He grinned at the other people who only stared at them in shock. In return, Temari laid her free hand against his chest, and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I hope they like what they see,” she said.

“They should,” Shikamaru replied. They strolled together towards the entrance of Konoha, leaving behind their memories of the previous night. “Sometimes, you’re too much trouble for my liking, Temari.”

“But I’m worth it, I’m worth every bit of trouble you could possibly get into because of me.”

He stopped walking, and she immediately followed suit. He embraced her and kissed her square on the lips in front of everyone who was watching. He didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care who knew about them, the only person that mattered was the one he was currently holding.

Shikamaru released her and panted softly. “I want to see you again, tonight. No more secrets, no more hiding. Everything’s out in the open, now.”

“Then its best if I just stay here with you for the rest of the day.”

“It’ll be worth coming home just to see you, again. One more night with me isn’t going to hurt.”

Temari nipped playfully at his nose and turned around. She headed towards the entrance to his apartment building, but stopped to face him, again. Giving him a suggestive wink, she said, “No, it isn’t going to hurt…only if I want it to…”

“Ah,” Shikamaru caught up with her and led the way to his studio apartment. “If that’s the case then you can stay tomorrow night, as well.” He opened the door for them, and together they took off their shoes and entered the living area.

The desert kunoichi roughly pushed him against the door and pressed her body sensually along his. She grabbed his head and looked him in his eyes. “Shikamaru, I want you more than just nights. I want you during the days, afternoons, anytime and every time. I want more. Like you said, no more secrets.”

“Temari you have me, and I’m not letting you go. I love you, too.” He circled his arms around her waist and palmed her ass. “I want to make the most out of the little time we have before Ino gets back. How about a quick game of Shogi?”

Temari’s heart swelled when she heard him recite those three words. She buried her face in his chest and breathed in his natural scent. Exhaling happily, she said, “Anything you want, slacker-clown.”

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A/N’s: I know the ending is booty, but I’ve been working on this story for an estimated two weeks know. It was like writing a never-ending one-shot! It was so frustrating! I’m tired! This is my first Naruto story, and it’s probably going to be my last. I find writing Naruto fiction too…“troublesome”. I only wrote this because it seems that all of the ShikaTema fans are slowly fading. Well, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere! I hope you all enjoyed it, especially Shikamaru’s naughty usage of his ninjutsus! ^.^ Again, for those of you who are reading this on ff(dot)net, this story’s edited, heavily! The links to the naughty versions are provided in my profile.

I didn’t reread this story, so if you find any grammatical errors, don’t hesitate to let me know, okay?
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