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Drunken Dating	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters involved. I did not make money from writing this. This story was written for my own enjoyment.

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A/N: We find ourselves in the same place once more, at much the same time as before, but this time, the prey has a little trick of her own. I really wish AFF had a messaging system, or at least one that would let me reply to people, but alas, here we are. This chapter features a tiny bit of cheating, but it's sort of brought together, so if that's not your thing, then don't worry, there likely won't be too much more of it in later installations.
Enjoy~
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Blooming Vixens

Echoing beats resounded through the thin walls of the midnight dance club that night, not unlike any other weekend, save for the increased patronage. No more than a few streets over, a festival had burst to life with bands of many genres playing their music for whomever wanted to listen and watch.

Yet, within the halls of the nightclub itself, behind the locked doors of the employees’ lounge, a different type of music bounded off of the walls.

Low, guttural groans, heavy puffs and moans, along with an ever present thumping in the form of hips crashing against a woman’s toned behind. His fingers clenched down around her waist, eyebrows tightly knit together with a look of utmost concentration adorning his face, but even more so than that, Shikamaru Nara could feel his end approaching.

The evening had started like any other, a nap after work, dinner, and a quick shower to rinse off in preparation of what was to come next. He had held out for the entirety of the week, ignoring nudity, avoiding any and all acts of lewdness, all while planning and scheming for the weekend to come.

Releasing a low, euphoric groan, his cock throbbed within the womanhood he had been invited to invade; a treat on the house, she had called it.

Before him however, with her silky smooth, pale back arched, palms slapped against the wall, long red hair disheveled, Karin Uzumaki made herself the image of sensuality. To her, it was naught but an itch she needed scratched, a quickie behind her boyfriend and co-bartender’s back, with one of their bar’s most regular patrons to boot.

Clenching down around his girth, Karin bit her bottom lip, grinding back against his every thrust with her own eyebrows furrowed. “Okay, just stop!” She bit out, only then breaking the comfortable silence that had stretched out between the rhythmical slaps of his hips against her toned rear.

“I’m pretty damn close,” he couldn’t help but respond, trailing a hand up to cup one of her breasts beneath her shirt. “You’re so gorgeous it’s bothersome, Karin~”

The sensation alone brought her to the edge, and with a barely muffled cry, she came around his girth, milking him for every penny as her legs shook violently beneath his applied weight. Yet, even still, he didn’t finish.

“Seriously, get out of me.” Karin bit back, a wheeze halting her from saying much more in the aftermath of her release. “I’ve got to get back before Suigetsu comes looking for me.”

Somberly, with an almost melancholic expression adorning his face, Shikamaru complied. With more reluctance than when he left the Hyuga’s condo, he eased his hips backward, taking one full step despite the pants pooling around his waist until, with an audible pop and a whorish moan from her, the swollen, throbbing tip of his dick slipped free from her tight confines.

“I told you I was sorry about last time,” he heaved out a sigh, watching on as Karin hastily pulled her panties back up along her thighs, shuddering visibly when it brushed up against her sensitive slit. “It was just a creampie.”

Instead of a reply, he simply received a jab in the side.

“Get cleaned up. I’ll have your usual drink ready for when you come out.”

With another smirk on his face, his intuitive eyes followed along with her every step, standing there for a moment more, within the employees’ only bathroom, behind the bar itself, until her echoing steps were drowned out by the resounding music outside…

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Radiant lights flashed in the sky as his feet carried him out through the backdoor of the bar. His deal with Karin was one made out of spontaneous lust and secrecy. Had he walked out through the door leading into the staff rooms, then Suigetsu, the cyan haired bartender that ran the club with Karin, would have gotten infinitely suspicious.

Alas, the time before, he had accidentally erupted inside of Karin’s eager pussy, depositing his load in the very depths of her fertile womb. She had hated him for months thereafter, but somehow, after a faint pregnancy scare, she had forgiven him with another generous invitation to join her in the staff only bathrooms.

Rounding the corner of the nightclub, the Nara heir threw a cautious glance behind his back, the faintest of smiles appearing on his lips as his mind pulled forth the image of the woman he had face fucked there the prior week.

Hinata Hyuga, the heiress of a fortune, with more political connections than your average business magnate. The mere thought of finding her there, seated at the counter of a bar, clad in the costume she herself had made to depict her favorite character from an anime. He couldn’t help but chuckle and smile whenever his mind returned to her.

Perhaps he would send her a message sometime?

In the moments it had taken his mind to recount that night, of sneaking through town with a woman whose face was coated in cum, his feet brought him back inside of the club, through the reinforced glass doors that many a hooligan had tried to break down.

The atmosphere of the bar was oh so different from the loud cheers and screams outside. A cool, rhythmic beat filled the air with background noise, not nearly enough to disrupt the flow of conversations, but loud enough to hinder others from hearing whatever you said. Shades of dark purple, blue and black adorned the decor, all with the exception of the bar itself.

Had someone told him a year ago that neon lights were through, he would have had to agree, but with Suigetsu and Karin working in tandem, they made it work. The counter base was a solid black and grey, with unreadable signatures along its sides, but the countertop was what made him pause. Bright cyan lights with a glass pane up top, polished down until his palms could slide alongside it, complete with a perfect view of the various blenders reserved for the bartenders themselves.

“Aah, you’re back. Had a nice smoke out there?” A man spoke up from behind the counter, appearing from beneath the neon glow. “Karin mentioned you wanted your usual, whiskey on the rocks?”

Nodding his head in affirmation, Shikamaru pulled up a stool by the bar, glancing around the room in search of something to do. The week before, he had received a blessing and a half in the form of a oddly mischievous woman, and however much he wanted to contact her thereafter, somewhere in the back of his head, his mind told him otherwise.

He had left her naked and unconscious, after all…

“Here ya’ go, a drink on the house.” Suigetsu pressed a tumbler glass against the countertop before him, giving him the fanged smile that had stopped oh so many people from causing trouble before.

Tipping his head in the direction of the cyan haired bartender, Shikamaru spun his stool around, casting a sharp glance around the room.

Similarly to how he always stopped by in the weekend, there were other regulars present. A few men were reclining within their booths, one of which would continuously be shouted at by the bartenders for causing a ruckus, whilst his companion, a silver haired man, could only apologize for his eccentric friend. Of course, his gaze never lingered upon them.

Resting beside the counter further away was a woman he had seen before, but only on occasion. Sandy blonde hair tied up into spiky buns, a purple kimono that only ran down to her knees, with stockings to match. Although, the last time he had seen her there, she had worn what could only be a business uniform; complete with a straight skirt and a blazer that hid away her curves.

Whenever his eyes fell upon her, it felt as if his mind turned to mush, and so, for that reason alone, he had avoided her for quite a while. Further back, towards the door, a group of girls caught his attention, if only just because of the sheer volume of liquor they had downed in the scant amount of time it had been since he returned from his smoke, as Suigetsu had put it.

Although, it wasn’t until a solid minute had passed that his eyes fell upon a particular woman. Seated by herself, along the sides of the bar, with a glass of wine in her hands and her head turned downward.

Grasping his glass in one hand, Shikamaru rose up, catching a glimpse of Karin as she made her way back out from the employees’ lounge to talk to Suigetsu.

From afar, she would pass as any other woman, built of an average height, without any noteworthy features save for the color of her hair. Bright pink, the color of the cherry blossom trees that were oh so unique to the park around his office, with a pale complexion adorning what was put on display.

“Life’s got you down?” He murmured upon drawing closer, resting his hand upon the back of a nearby chair.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” a soft, subdued whisper replied, a low groan escaping past her lips as she tilted her head back to properly recline in the couch. “Want to have a seat? I could use a chat…”

While he freely showed his compliance by having a seat, his mind was in an eternal turmoil. Usually, when a stranger came over to have a chat, women were a tiny bit more hesitant, but he had been invited down before even saying anything himself?

“Rough day, I take it?” He had had his fair share of hard days before, both from work and during his college days, though the latter was hardly ever because of the school.

“My sensei is a hardass, working me to the bone whenever I don’t have a check-up to take care of,” somewhere in the midst of her sentence, the pink haired woman took another heavy swig of her wine, emptying the glass in seconds. “Ordering me around like I’m her slave…”

However much he wanted to chuckle, Shikamaru kept himself in check, schooling his features as his eyes roamed along the woman before him. She was by no means as gorgeous as his previous catch, but in her own ways, she had her charms. Whereas Hinata had been curvaceous and voluptuous, the woman before him was slender and petite, though there was still the faintest hint of something more to enjoy. Her cherry colored hair was unique, and for the briefest moment, as his eyes trailed up along her outfit, he pondered whether or not she would be equally pink elsewhere.

Sakura Haruno she introduced herself as, right upon receiving another drink on his tab, quickly followed by grumbling out the name of her supervising doctor. ‘Tsunade Senju…’ he muttered internally, stowing away that little nugget of information for another time. He could have sworn to have heard her name before…

“Do you have a girlfriend waiting for you - hic- somewhere?” Sakura mumbled, sipping another glass of wine; her third one by the time he arrived.

“Can’t say that I do. Past relationships have been… complicated.” His expression morphed into a frown, though at the very least, he received a faint giggle in return.

Complicated was one way to put it. Another way to describe it was to pull up his hit list from the past few months. In the last month alone, he had hit up a dozen women, some of which were in relationships already, while a certain someone was meant to get married the morning after. To the best of his knowledge, Samui did get married, though he had received more than one invitation to join her in a hotel room after the fact; one of which he had agreed to.

“Do you have a guy waiting back home?” He couldn’t help but inquire, already preparing for a rough-

“I do, or I did. Not a guy though. My girlfriend, she’s the sweetest thing around, but she’s just so… ugh!” Slamming a fist down into the table, Shikamaru’s eyes widened, practically able to hear the wood below cracking beneath the might of her fist. “We have our anniversary tonight, and we were supposed to get down, but she called it off to go hang out with her friend.”

The venom in her voice was almost too obvious for anyone to misinterpret; even Kiba, a friend from his college days, would balk beneath the fury that dripped off of her tongue. Picking up the bits and pieces that he could, without prying far too much, Shikamaru Nara gathered the puzzle within his mind. A badass supervisor, a girlfriend that spent more time with her friend than her girlfriend, and said friend, someone that was a little too close to her girlfriend for the pink haired woman’s liking?

Sending a subtle nod in the direction of the bar, Shikamaru signaled for Karin to bring him another bottle of wine; a similar brand as the one Sakura had earnestly sipped for the majority of the evening.

“A bit of an airhead at times?” He chuckled lowly to himself, passing along a glass of water for the pinkette to enjoy.

“She is, but… I don’t know. Would’ya mind helping a girl out?” Another low hic premeted her voice, though the plea in her eyes was not one he could resist.

Giving his pink haired counterpart a small smile, Shikamaru allowed himself to relax, sinking down in his chair as the subject changed. Anything from what she did at work to where she went to school was discussed; fashion sense, favorite color, even a childhood crush was mentioned.

Only through that did he learn that her current girlfriend, a buxom blonde named Naruko Uzumaki, was a beast incarnate. Curvaceous as they came, with a strangely ordinary sense of humor. They had met at an after-college party, and as Karin Uzumaki walked away from their table, Shikamaru couldn’t help but flinch back as Sakura went on about their adventures in the linen closets.

Briefly, he pondered whether or not any woman could be flexible enough for what he had been told, but rather than questioning it, he simply shook his head with a mirthful chuckle.

Sakura Haruno was a full time nurse, working at one of the most advanced hospitals in the country, being able to boast that she had been handpicked by her current supervisor. Something akin to a hierarchy among doctors, but before she delved too deep, the pink haired woman wandered off to a different topic; this time debating his time in college.

In the blink of an eye, a second bottle of wine had joined the first, and as quickly as it arrived, Sakura Haruno brought it up towards her lips, drinking straight from the bottle as Shikamaru merely sipped his whiskey. How a woman could drink so much without being rip roaringly drunk, he did not know, but at long last, as the second bottle emptied itself inside of Sakura’s gut, a radiant flush adorned her cheeks.

“C’mon, s-stud. Imma get you - hic - back to mah place~” Sakura slurred through her words, attempting to rise only to slump back down into the couch.

“Here, I’ll give you a shoulder to lean on. Could call a cab if you’d like?” Exchanging a glance with the cyan haired bartender across the way, Shikamaru shook his head subtly. Suigetsu needn’t be bothered with this particular patron.

Throwing a glance down towards the spandex shorts she wore, his mind was made up. Tight, toned thighs, creamy and smooth legs, with a perfectly outlined ass visible for him to enjoy. If he didn’t know any better, he would have easily claimed that Sakura herself did not wear so much as a scrap of clothing beneath her shorts.

As he arose from his chair to give his surprisingly drunk companion a hand, Shikamaru Nara paused; a cautious glance bouncing around the room as he caught sight of the truest treasure.

Hinata Hyuga had returned to the bar, standing near the counter itself, though for once, she did not ask the bartenders present to fix her a drink. From what little he could see from the side, her face was flushed, her chest rose and fell unevenly, and that divine ass of hers was near perfectly outlined by the dark blue pants she wore. For only a moment, the temptation to ditch the woman clambering to grasp his hand arose... but only for a moment.

“I’ll walk you home,” he had made up his mind before arriving there that day. If the flustered Hyuga wanted his attention, he had left his phone number on her nightstand.

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Thumping throughout the evening air was a myriad of sounds, from the reverberating thumping of a rock band about to break for the night, to the faint footsteps of people nearby, drunkards or patrons of various places. Yet, most prominent of all was the sound of a woman’s voice, smooth, silky and utterly enthralled with what she shouldn’t crave.

Sakura Haruno was a rare find in and off of herself. From the moment they had left the pub, her hips had begun to sway; not at all like a drunkard’s would, but like a prey wishing for a predator to pounce. Back and forth, she swayed her hips, sauntering onward as the duo traversed the darkened night.

For some time, they had walked the very same path that he had taken a week before, but before long, the pinkette before him took a sharp turn, disappearing inside of a back alley, only to spin around and return to his side.

Bright green eyes lit up the darkened alley, and before he himself knew what would happen, her lips were upon his.

Soft, velvety lips pressed themselves against his own, a pair of hands flying up to wrap themselves around his neck, and as the time went on, her hips began to work as well. Grinding, swaying and bumping up against his, Sakura Haruno forced herself upon the unguarded Nara, pressing herself deeper and deeper within his embrace until at last, his hands were forced to react.

With a speed befitting a hungering mantis, Shikamaru latched his hands atop the pinkette’s rump, slamming his palms down with such a force that an audible smack reverberated throughout the air. Of course, the moment they did, her mouth had fallen agape, a low, breathy moan escaping into his mouth just in time for his tongue to shoot out.

The battle was won the moment her guard fell apart.

Pressing her up against the cold stone walls of a back alley, Shikamaru forced his fingers past the waistband of her spandex shorts, easing the garment further and further down until it fell off on its own. And, to his immeasurable surprise, what awaited him beneath was a marvel of feminine beauty.

Naked, creamy skin, a toned rear that even gave Samui an ounce of competition, with an athletic figure that caused his throat to go dry. Pressing up against his groin however, the nakedness of her womanhood put even him in silence.

A faint patch of bright pink hair rested atop her mound, neatly trimmed into a rectangular shape above her clit, while her puffy lips were drenched in the evening air.

“A little exhibitionist, are we?” He whispered, his breath coming out as ragged gasps as her lips were upon his neck in moments.

“Mmhm~” was his only reply, a deep sated hum that only heightened his own enjoyment.

“Turn around, face towards the entrance to the alley.” Her body obeyed before her mind could so much as protest, arching her back the tiniest bit to press her well rounded rear against his clothed groin. “Get your top off and leave it here. You won’t need anything at all for the rest of the walk.”

Shuddering within his grasp, Shikamaru’s palms slid down to gingerly rub and massage her thighs, giving her luscious behind another spank when she failed to obey his command in mere moments.

“Y-yes sir…” he could hear her gulp, a heavy bullet of nerves slipping down her throat, but nonetheless, she obeyed.

The remnants of her clothes came off easily enough, a red sleeveless dress whose split was down around her waist. As soon as it was off and placed to the side, Shikamaru Nara was granted the reprieve to admire her in full.

She may have lacked the generous curves of his former lovers, but as his hands returned to her own, yanking her wrists behind her back in a tight embrace, he couldn’t help but harden nonetheless. A toned figure, perfect for an athlete. Her breasts were small, but not pitifully so. Her stomach was flat and toned, with the barest hint of muscle present, and as he forced her back up against his chest, he was given another chance to admire her inner thighs; plump, yet strong at the same time.

“Now, if only we had a collar right here~” Reaching up with his hand, Shikamaru grasped her throat gently, rocking his groin against her backside all while applying the tiniest squeeze.

She moaned, plain and simple. The moment his fingers enclosed around her throat, her body stiffened, her breathing hitched, and a daze seemingly settled across her face.

“N-no, sir. Anything but- uuahh~” Without giving her so much as a chance to resist, he relinquished his grasp around her throat, sliding a hand down between her legs to give her little clit a thorough rub while shifting her wrists around into one hand. “I-I mean, y-yeees!” Another rub, this time rougher.

“Raise your leg and show everyone what you have to offer.” Again, a command, punctuated by a pinch of her engorging clit. The effects were immediate, so much so that he had to ponder whether or not she did this often.

Without so much as a hint of modesty, Sakura followed his command, raising her right leg up until her bare feet could press themselves up against the stone fall of the alley; the effect of which left her groin thoroughly exposed, save for the hand that hovered above her clit and groin.

“A submissive exhibitionist. You probably get off like this daily, don’t you? Flaunting your ass for everyone to see?” There was no annoyance in his voice, no accusation, but still, there was curiosity. As far as he had been told, the woman in his hands was strictly lesbian…

“N-no sir! Only when N-Naruko wants to- oh my god~” From the moment she began to speak, his fingers moved into action, swirling around her clit at an uneven pace, forcing moan upon moan from her pink, plump lips, all while making a mental note to speak to her girlfriend at a later date.

“M-may I… please… oh my god~” The moment the plea escaped her lips, Shikamaru’s fingers stopped, drawing the tiniest, most pitiful whine free from Sakura’s lips as she eagerly bucked her hips to once again reach his fingers.

“Hey, did you hear that?”
“What do you mean?”

Gritting his teeth, Shikamaru Nara’s ears perked up, the faintest sounds of someone’s voices reaching his attentive ears. If he had to presume, he would say that they were no more than a few meters away, a man and a woman, maybe more that simply didn’t speak. Yet, in his hands, he had an orgasm starved slut…

Picking up the dress he had so earnestly instructed Sakura to discard, Shikamaru readjusted his grip on the pinkette’s wrists, giving her ass another slap as he leaned his head up against her ear.

“Let’s get out of here~”

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When the couple at long last rounded the corner of the alley, the only thing to reach their curious eyes was a blanket of darkness. Darkness, and a particularly dark spot where a woman’s spandex remained…

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He couldn’t help but chuckle as the two of them at long last reached a residential neighborhood. How could he not? Whenever he went out with a girl, it seemed to end in a similar way, at least, according to the previous week’s results.

They ran, through a neighborhood, across a random person’s lawn, past a dozen houses wherein anyone could have looked outside to see their great escape. Alas, when their breathing came out as ragged gasps, and as Sakura Haruno fiddled with a potted plant in search of the key she had left there, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself anew.

It had been a fun escape, if nothing else, watching on as a naked woman made her way through her own neighborhood.

“You can’t be as drunk as you came off,” Shikamaru chuckled, pressing his back against the alcove of a house’s entryway as he took in the sight before him. “Shouldn’t be, at least.”

Crouching down on the ground before him, lifting a plant an inch away to pull out a small key, was Sakura herself, as naked as a woman could be. Not an ounce of shame could be seen as she moved about her business, seemingly ignorant of the lustful eyes gazing down upon her extended ass.

“I am drunk, silly... “ he could practically hear the smile playing across her lips. “Now, where did she… aha!”

Rising up onto her feet, Sakura spun around, a near triumphant look adorning her face as she held her treasure in her right hand. A small, silver colored key; small enough to fit beneath a flower pot without raising an ounce of suspicion. Although, as she moved aside to unlock the door, her emerald eyes did glance down upon his aggravatingly tented pants.

“I, uh… may not have been entirely truthful, and I do feel bad about that.” Unlocking the mahogany door before them, Sakura ventured inside, permitting him entry with a wave of her hand. “You seem like a nice, caring guy, and you actually took the time to ask a girl what had gotten her down without being a total perv about it.”

Had she had the modesty to glance behind her back, Sakura would have seen him rolling his eyes, along with said eyes being solely fastened upon her tight, toned ass. She had mistaken his intent in its entirety, but perhaps that was for the best?

A nurse was only as good as the amount of lives she saved… or accidentally ended.

“Want a cup of tea? Coffee?” Shaking his head, Shikamaru watched on as Sakura padded along through the main entrance of her house.

When he had offered to walk her home, he hadn’t expected to arrive to a full blown house. An apartment perhaps, but by no means an actual house. From the outside, it appeared to be your standard place, two stories tall, a slanted roof, with enough windows along the front to showcase both the kitchen and what he assumed to be some kind of office.

Inside however, things were a tiny bit different.

The entryway was oddly short, ending a few feet inside as it opened up into a broad space. Straight ahead, he could see a couch, as well as what he assumed to be a front porch with a lawn beyond there. To his direct left, only a few feet inside, the left wall of the hallway converted itself into a stairwell, leading up to what he assumed to be the bedrooms, as well as a second living room.

Although, before he could inspect things in full, the object of his fascination that day returned to his view, as oblivious to his staring as when she had bent over to retrieve her key. This time however, her hands were filled by a round cup of something steamy, though what it was was of little concern to him.

“Want to fill me in on what you meant before? Or is that something I’m going to have to command out of you?” Putting on as much of a wry smirk as he could, Shikamaru crossed his arms above his chest, cocking his head to the side as the faintest flush spread itself across Sakura’s face.

“Could we… maybe do so upstairs? Feel a little exposed down here, you know?” Biting her bottom lip, Sakura nodded her head towards the stairs, fully intent on leading him elsewhere altogether…

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Her cup was set aside, chilling and forgotten on a table, lost to the two as they tangled their way through an open doorway. His pants were the first piece to be flung off, belt torn through the loops of his jeans with enough force to make it crack in the air, before her back was pressed up against the creamy white door to her and her girlfriend’s bedroom.

Lips, steamy and hot from the coffee she had devoured, were upon his in mere moments, a battle of dominance arising when her tongue slid up to combat his own.

They had only gotten so far before his eyes had picked up on a fatal flaw; a weakness in the pink haired woman’s defenses. It had hit him like an open invitation, and as soon as her bare feet pressed down against the top step of the stairwell, his hand had flown up and out, smacking down upon her toned rump with enough ferocity to make her trip and fall… only to be caught by his careful embrace.

Her fingers, nimble and strong beyond belief, eased their way through the tanned jacket he wore, yanking down its zipper to reveal a mesh undershirt; one that was quickly thrown aside in favor of his chiseled chest. To say that their attraction was one-sided would be the greatest mistake of the century, but even still, Shikamaru Nara’s hands flew down to lift the woman up off of the floor.

Mere moments had passed, but the moment her legs rose up off of the floor, her arms shot out, wrapping themselves around his neck as his arousal pressed itself against her groin, through the thin layer that was his boxers. They wouldn’t stay on for long, of that much, they were both certain, for where would the fairness be when she herself was already naked?

A heavy wheeze was the first sound to break the silence that had stretched on between the two of them; a wheeze, accompanied by a moan when he thrust his hips up against her exposed core. With a tumble and a yelp, gravity itself kicked them off of their feet, sending the two of them careening down…

… down on top of her silky bed sheets.

Her fingers, nimble yet awfully strong, clawed at his back, sliding down along strong, toned muscles until they reached the waistband of his boxers. Even before he could react, the sound of cloth being torn asunder resounded through the room, and as quickly as the sound had appeared, his boxers were torn asunder.

The moan that spilled forth from Sakura’s lips when his hardened cock slapped down across her exposed core was priceless. Soft, euphoric and tranquill, as if the woman herself could not be any more pleased about the act itself.

He was hard, of that, there was no doubt. From the severe tease and denial he had received before, to the continuous tease of having a gorgeous, naked woman walking and running around ahead of you; the very thought of taking her then and there was enough to make his cockhead weep precum. He wouldn’t be gentle, couldn’t be careful, lest his arousal claimed what little remained of his morals as well.

“When does your girlfriend come home?” He asked, grinding the tip of his dick against her sopping wet entrance.

The only reply he received was a shudder, a glare, and a soft moan as his cock slipped through her folds; a reply that was accompanied by his own sigh of relief. She was tight, unbelievably so at first, and the velvety pressure gripping down around his dick did nothing if not tighten as he eased another inch of his cock deeper within her snatch.

Inch upon inch sunk down into the depths of Sakura Haruno’s weeping slit, an all encompassing warmth that enveloped his length, pulling him deeper still until, after what felt like a small eternity, his swollen balls came to rest against the apex of his lover’s thighs.

Beneath him, he could feel her shivering, spasming every so often as jolts of pleasure coursed through her veins; or, at the very least, he thought that to be the case. On Sakura’s end however, things were not quite so simple.

It hurt, it was a joy, it threatened to break her into tears, while also reassuring her that her training wasn’t for naught. The moment his cock sank within her depths, her brain shut down. As soon as it bumped up against the entrance to her womb, her mind went blank. Yet, when his breath came out as short, ragged gasps against her neck, the pink haired medic wanted nothing more than to stay like that for years to come.

Of course it hurt to take a real cock inside of her snatch. From sensation alone, his length was easily twice that of the toy she used with her girlfriend at times, and even then, the sheer girth of his cock was incomprehensible for her once-virgin brain.

Every bump, every twitch, every little nuance of motion sent her brain into a frenzy of radiant lust, and before long, as her insides grew accustomed to his presence, the pink haired medic wound her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper still; deep enough until her own voice came out as a ragged moan.

Feeling his eyelids flutter shut, Shikamaru let out a low grunt, using his arms to steady himself as Sakura’s grasp around his waist tightened even more. Slowly, agonizingly so, he withdrew his hips, easing backward the tiniest bit until the legs around his waist refused him to go further.

‘Only an inch,’ he internally chuckled, thrusting his hips to sheathe what little could escape the depths of Sakura’s snatch.

It was by no means rough, nor as thorough as he normally wished for, but slowly, rhythmically, his hips began to move, thrusting back and forth an inch at a time, all while rocking his hips to truly grind his girth against her most sensitive spots.

A careful withdrawal, sliding free from the velvety, glistening walls that gripped his dick like a vice, only to roughly thrust himself back inside with an audible squelch.

Such was his pace; gentle at first, enjoying the thrill of a taken woman’s snatch, before pummeling back inside as hard as he could. With every single thrust he made, he could feel the bed rocking beneath their bodies, a few too many springs creaking as he continued his steady assault.

It wouldn’t be long, nor would it be as thorough as he wished for it to be, but with his every thrust, another fact made itself known.

Beneath him, the pink haired medic’s body shook, a dozen moans and curses spilling forth from her pink, plump lips as her underused pussy received the stretching of its lifetime. Even then, as slow and meticulous as his pace was, it was more than enough to make the exhibitionist beneath him quiver.

“Fuuuck~” Her voice rang out a moment later, and as quickly as the whole event had begun, Shikamaru’s eyes widened in disbelief.

To say that Sakura was anything but tight would be an understatement, yet at the same time, her walls quivered, clamping down around his girth with a greater grip than ever before; tight enough to knock the air from out of his lungs.

She came, hard. Her juices all but gushed out of her cunt, spraying down his groin, and at long last, the grasp around his waist lessened. The moment it did, Shikamaru’s hands flew to action, reaching up to grasp both of her ankles in an iron grip. With a shove, he brought her feet up, pushing them up until they came to rest atop his shoulders.

What had once been a slow, gentle pace morphed, becoming something else in its entirety. Slow, gentle motions were replaced by sporadic, uncaring ones. The rough thrusts somehow transformed into near violent ones as his orgasm continued to build, and, as the seconds ticked by, the only sounds to emanate throughout the room were Sakura’s startled moans, the creaking of a bed, as well as the sound of his balls slapping up against her pussy as his cock made itself intimately familiar with her depths.

“I’m cumming!” He ground out through gritted teeth, and only a moment later did he see Sakura’s eyes widen as well.

Thick, heavy spurts of cum, inhuman in their volume, sprayed out across the medic’s carefully pleasured insides, filling her up to the brim in a matter of seconds, before the second gush of his virile sperm sloshed around inside of her womb. A third spray erupted as well, knocking Sakura down on her back as her walls clamped down around his length, holding him in place all the more as a fourth spray stuffed her fertile womb to the brim.

Only through sporadic thrusting did he ease himself out from her depths; a feat followed by a steady stream of cum as his cock erupted across her pelvis. The fifth and sixth gushes of cum were far from powerful, only managing to coat a third of the medic’s stomach, whilst the latter oozed out to coat said woman’s clit and puffy pussy lips.

Yet, even as his orgasm began to die down, Shikamaru Nara, heir to a business and counseling imperium, was far from done.

“Round two, get on your hands and knees.” The smirk that adorned his face was almost dismissed in its entirety by her sheer exhaustion, but alas, when she felt herself stretched out by the very cock she brought into her home, Sakura couldn’t help but whimper.

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How long had he been there, subjugating a taken woman’s womb to the torrent that was his fertile cum? Glancing at a clock atop said woman’s nightstand, he couldn’t help but smirk. Two hours, hours of which had been filled with naught more than the depravity of a lesbian woman, bound to her girlfriend in ways she could not explain.

Bound in a different way as well, but that was of little consequence.

Her arms were tied behind her back, connected to the very bottom of her silky pink hair, continuously forcing her to look up lest she wished for an ounce of pain. Her body, athletic and sleek, was adorned by a sheen of sweat, though whether it was from exhaustion or joy, he could not make himself care.

Yet, even more noteworthy than that, as he bounced her up and down on his lap, cock buried deep within the tight confines of her untouched asshole, Shikamaru Nara couldn’t help but reach up to molest her perky breasts anew. Three times, he had dumped his loads inside of her womb, filling it to the brim, so much so that there was a notable bulge atop her stomach from the sheer volume of his loads.

In fear of losing out on that sensation, he had ordered his lover to stuff her pussy with one of her girlfriend’s panties; a command that had been followed down to the letter, and a command that was rewarded by the claiming of a woman’s asshole.

Only a little further, a few more bounces atop his lap, and he would cum once more. A load was brewing, oh so dangerously close to completion, only a tiny bit more before-

With a start, the wooden door to Sakura’s shared bedroom was flung aside, and even before he could register the fact, Shikamaru’s eyes were drawn to the heaving bosom of whom he assumed to be Naruko Uzumaki.

Curvaceous, much more so than he had been told during the claiming of said woman’s girlfriend, with an ample chest that practically bounced beneath the orange sports bra she wore. Although, the part he enjoyed and dreaded the most was when his darkened eyes eventually slid up to take in the blonde’s face; whiskered and flushed, big, blue eyes as wide as saucers, with a quiver on her luscious lips as their eyes locked together as one.

“H-hey, baby. You came just in time to- oh my god~” Sakura began, as she had been ordered to do when she at last met up with her girlfriend again, but almost as soon as she did, Shikamaru’s control snapped.

With a violent thrust and a steadfast grip around her waist, Shikamaru came, unloading his final orgasm of the night inside of the pinkette’s asshole, hips shaking and eyes rolling back as all he could do was envision the scene before him.

“What the actual fuck?!”

At least, until an outburst unlike anything else erupted from the entrance to the bedroom...
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