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Drunken Dating	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 14095 -:- 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: It's been a while since I did a chapter for this story, but I'd like to think that I'm moderately happy about this one. Starting up a story again after too long is hard, but only in the sense that it's hard to get back into the same groove as when you originally wrote it.
For this chapter though, we have a mixed bag of encounters. Primarily, we'll finally zero in on the sandy blonde businesswoman, Temari, but there are some sprinkles of extra pairings implied and thrown in throughout the story. Even a tiny bit of foreshadowing.
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Oasis Flower

“What the actual fuck?!” His attention had been focused solely upon the woman atop his lap, grinding his hips up against her soft, delicate rump as jet upon jet of cum erupted inside of her previously untouched asshole.

A girlfriend, he had been briefly warned about. Naruko Uzumaki, clad in naught more than a bright orange sports bra that strained to withhold the voluptuous breasts entrapped within. Bound, restrained as much as she could be, with an arousal drunk expression upon her face, Sakura Haruno had tried her best to explain, pouring out anything from how utterly drunk she had been, to how much she craved a good, fat cock inside of her holes…

Thinking back upon it, Shikamaru Nara couldn’t help but groan. The pink haired medic’s explanation had done little to quell the Uzumaki’s rage, but at the very least, as Sakura had been yanked off of his lap and tossed onto her face in the bed, the blonde’s big blue eyes had landed upon his cum soaked cock.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing? Did’ya cum in her?!” Naruko’s gaze had been frantic, flickering back and forth between Shikamaru’s cock and Sakura’s outstretched, cum drooling holes.

“Did the oozing creampies give it away?” He couldn’t help but chuckle, dropping his back down onto the soft mattress of Naruko and Sakura’s shared bed; a hand already sneaking out to fondle one of Sakura’s perky breasts.

“You…. you…. you jerk!” He hadn’t truly known what to expect, but an outburst followed by Naruko stomping her naked foot had not been it. Watching her arms folding together beneath her bust, Shikamaru himself had a hard time staying nonchalant.

Although, as quickly as his facade of calmness began to crack, the blonde woman before him did something he expected even less. With a quick, practiced motion, the orange sports bra holding her impressive bust in place was torn off, releasing a pair of soft, gravity defying tits for his eyes to enjoy… at least, until she grumpily hopped onto her knees atop their shared bed, shuffling around until her naked, hairless groin hovered a mere inch away from his dick.

“If this dumb slut couldn’t wait, then I’m not waiting either!” Thrusting her hips awkwardly in the air around his dick, Shikamaru rolled his eyes, seeing through the act put on by the blonde just by glancing down upon her weeping, utterly drenched pussy.

“Didn’t your girlfriend tell you? Your anniversary gift was on the way, but when I arrived, I couldn’t leave her to her own devices, drunk and defenseless as she was.” Furrowing her bright yellow eyebrows, Naruko let out a low huff, refusing to undo the glare that was fixated on the man atop her bed. He was lying, she could tell that much, but… there was some truth to his words?

“You are in so much trouble, mister! Do you have any idea who my parents are! No, of course you don’t! I’m a Nami- aaah~” The moment her self imposed rambling began, Shikamaru’s patience reached its end. With more force than he had had to use for months, the Nara heir rolled the two of them around, all but tossing Naruko down onto her back so that her contained breasts jiggled, no more than an inch away from her girlfriend, yanking her legs up until they came to rest atop his shoulders.

“H-hey! Didn’t you hear me?! D-don’t put it iiiiin~” Naruko’s high pitched whine fell on deaf ears as, no more than a second after she had begun anew, Shikamaru eased his hips forward, pressing the very tip of his dick inside of her snatch.

As Naruko Uzumaki’s voice reverberated through the area in the form of a low whine, Shikamaru allowed his eyes to flutter shut, heaving out a soft sigh as his cock was once more enveloped by a heavenly tight warmth. That was what he craved; the sweet, salacious sensation of a woman’s hips bucking against his own, the glorious, mesmerizing sight of her breasts heaving up and down as the minutes ticked by, and the soft, euphoric sound of a woman’s blissful moans as their every desire was fulfilled…

… although, if he could alter any one thing, it would be to silence the rambunctious tone with which the Uzumaki spoke.

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Stumbling forth, slumping down into a soft, plush couch within one of the private booths at his favorite bar, Shikamaru Nara pinched the ridge of his nose; a deep furrow settling itself between his eyebrows. Somewhere in the background, the faint hue of a customized song played, a low, resounding beat that brought with it an ounce of joy, but also an otherworldly calm.

A week had gone by since his encounter with the pink haired medic, and since then, his life had escalated in ways he would never have imagined. Despite her endless ranting about whose daughter she was, the Nara heir had managed to silence her at long last, having spent three long hours desperately battling against the blonde’s divine endurance. Now, he understood why the Haruno medic had been so eager to be with him, other than her annoyance at the time.

Minato Namikaze, Naruko’s father, was a powerful figure within the business world; the CEO of an advertisement agency that had tackled many national broadcasts in the past. The issue, at least on his end, was that he had applied to the company himself, and currently, his application rested in the hands of the blonde haired woman whose girlfriend he had ravaged.

Although, through a deal of his own, nothing of what had been said or done would reach the public eye. Naruko was prolific, and she held her own amount of sway as a rising triathlon athlete, but what mattered there was the sheer amount of publicity she received. How on earth did a medic meet an athlete? Oddly enough, he couldn’t help but sigh at the mere thought…

“Rough day, stud?” A woman called out from his side, a stern, feminine voice that sent a shiver down his spine whenever he heard it.

“Rough week, more like it. I’ll need something stronger today, Karin.” Glancing up at the bartender by his side, a soft smile did appear along his features. For better or for worse, being a regular at a bar brought with it some benefits. The staff of two knew him well, and whenever the patronage quieted down, Karin and even Suigetsu would drop by to have a chat.

To call the three of them friends would undoubtedly be a stretch, but he enjoyed their company nonetheless. The amount of stories the two had defied common sense, and, through those very stories, the Nara heir knew that he was far from the worst to walk the streets. From Karin alone, he had heard more cheesy pickup lines than he had ever wanted to in his life.

“I’ll give you a double. Come by the counter for a bit, ‘kay?” Without waiting for his reply, the red haired bartender sauntered off, not at all disturbed by the hungering gazes of that often landed upon her rear.

Heaving out another sigh, Shikamaru Nara sat there for a moment more, gathering his thoughts enough to not allow a hint of his annoyance to be shown. His deal with Naruko was simple, and in a sense, it suited him so well that it frightened him. Every other week, the two would meet for coffee, and, should her girlfriend wish it, Shikamaru would be available as a booty call whenever Naruko herself was out of town for longer periods of time.

It truly was a good deal, but nothing had been set in stone, and the moment the blonde realized where the Nara heir would most likely work… despite her generous curves and dumbfoundingly silly outbursts, she was by no means stupid. Granted, telling the man that had spent the past hour ravaging your girlfriend was no stroke of genius either.

Waiting there for a minute more, Shikamaru straightened out his back; placing both hands atop the table, palms down, before pushing himself up onto his feet.

The clientele had changed over the course of the past month. Less fights had broken out, there hadn’t been a sign of a bar brawl at all, and somewhere along the line, the chief of police had begun frequenting the bar as well. Resting against a chair to his left, a silver haired man wearing a dark blue facemask sat, merrily chatting with a black haired man wearing what Shikamaru could only, dreadfully, consider a green spandex suit. The one clad in green would occasionally be a bit loud, but the music in the background worked wonders to silence the occasional outburst, and whenever something did happen…

Thinking back on things, there had been one incident a few weeks back, sometime during the weekdays. A drunkard had gotten a little too revved up, grabbing Karin’s arm in an attempt to pull her with him outside to do who knew what. Even before Suigetsu, the cyan haired, fanged bartender could react, and before Shikamaru himself could glance around for anyone else to potentially help settle the situation, the silver haired masked man was there. In the blink of an eye, he had left his chair, flickering through the bar until he stood behind the drunkard; the man’s arm held in a tight grip behind his back.

Between the private booths residing along the wall, and the counter of the bar itself, he could easily wander over in less than a minute. The floor was alight, a few smaller tables adorned the sides of the rooms, but in opposition to the previous week, the bar was by no means as oppressively crowded.

Even then, as his eyes subconsciously roamed the crowd, a few familiar faces were present. The newlywed, white haired woman whose marriage he had either ruined or saved was there, seated with a much larger, burly man with platinum blonde, slicked back hair, along with her blonde haired, curvaceous friend. A young man he hadn’t seen too much before reclined within one of the booths, absentmindedly talking to a purple haired woman, but-

“You’re here earlier than usual, Shika. What’s on your mind?” Snapping his head back, Shikamaru found himself before the glowing counter of the bar itself; Karin’s melodic voice calling out his name.

“Some… complications. Work related. I may have left a bad impression with the boss’ daughter, though that shouldn’t-” Starting up, Shikamaru slowly quieted down again, furrowing his eyebrows in bewildered worry. “Never mind that. Slow night?”

Taking a seat atop one of the many stools right beside the counter, the Nara heir pushed the subject to the back of his mind, reaching out to grasp a tumbler glass filled with a golden liquid. A single sip was enough to make his eyes bulge out; the sheer rush of alcohol, of some mysterious spice that his brain couldn’t comprehend, caused his brain to short circuit.

He wouldn’t allow himself to think about work and nothing else. Throughout the week, he had gotten into contact with Naruko, talking, explaining the weekend’s events as clearly as he could, without putting his own intentions onto the table. Whether she truly believed him or not, he might never know, but at the very least, their discussion had ended properly, going their separate ways in peace…

… granted, had the blonde haired Uzumaki seen his predicament as they spoke, her tone of voice would be far from kind.

Seated atop his spacious bed, legs spread wide, as naked as was possible, Shikamaru Nara had struggled to contain himself during the call. Naruko Uzumaki was caring and protective, wanting the absolute best for her girlfriend, while accepting that the pink haired medic was distraught… on his end however, the call had been far from innocent.

On her hands and knees, head held down with her face pressed up against the underside of his straining erection, Sakura Haruno had quivered from delight alone. Under the cover of working overtime, she had snuck off to the Nara heir’s apartment, on her knees outside of his door, chin tipped up, tongue lolled out, with a near reverent expression adorning her features.

Shaking his head rather mirthfully, Shikamaru was forced to tighten his legs, lest the arousal coursing through his veins would be all too apparent.

Casting a surreptitious look around however, his attention shifted away from his predicament, away from the red haired bartender that cleaned a blender behind the counter, over towards a singular person he had not noticed before.

Meticulously dressed, clad in a knee length dark blue skirt, a similarly colored blazer, and a white silk shirt beneath, a woman whose sandy blonde hair was pulled up into twintails nursed a drink of her own. A businesswoman, no doubt, appearing almost as if she came straight from a courtroom… or perhaps an executive meeting?

As his eyes traveled up and down what sat beside him, his mind was by no means idle. He had seen her before, but not nearly as frequently as he himself would have liked. Every other week, perhaps even less frequently, he would see a woman with a similar hairstyle by the bar, quietly sipping her own drink, sometimes gazing out upon the gathered crowds, though mostly, she had kept to herself. Before her however, held in place by thin, pale fingers, an empty wine glass continued to roll against the glowing cyan countertop.

“Would the lady like another drink?” Shikamaru began, turning his gaze aside just in time to see the woman visibly flinch; her head turning left and right almost as if her mind had been somewhere else.

“And what’s in it for you?” Her tone was by no means hostile, but it was doubtful. A small smile did cross her lips however, and as she turned around fully, the Nara heir’s eyes could see hers move in much the same way that his had done before.

“Drinking alone week after week gets rather tedious,” was his only reply. Her sharper snap truly had caught him off guard, if only just because it was a first. Normally, if someone offered you a drink by the counter, it would be far too brazen to try anything.

Watching her, paying as much attention to her as he physically could, a cold bead of sweat ran down the side of his face; down from the sharp, well kept hairline above his left ear. Through his ears, he could hear the steady thumping of his heart, he could practically feel his blood churning through his veins, and, as Shikamaru Nara’s mind whirled with a dozen more schemes, the woman before him let him off the hook with a slight, genuine smile.

“Thank you, I appreciate the concern.” her eyelids fluttered shut, long, darkened lashes fluttering before his face as the pressure throughout his body lessened. Although, only briefly, as her voice sang out once more. “You can relax now, I won’t bite~”

Stiffening in place, Shikamaru could have sworn to feel a faint rush of warmth along his face, but even as that thought coursed through his head, the cyan haired owner of the bar stepped up to take the woman’s order. “I’ll have what he’s having. Doubled.”

“You might want to reconsider. This-” Swirling the liquid within his glass around, Shikamaru’s shoulders fell down anew, his mood altogether brightening at the thought of a proper conversation. “Is already doubled. If you go even harder... “ Trailing off, Shikamaru exchanged a brief glance with Suigetsu, before a seemingly dainty, surprisingly strong hand encircled around his tumbler glass.

Snatching the glass from his very hand, the strictly clad woman brought it up to her lips, tipping the glass back to devour whatever remained of his drink. The effect truly was immediate. Almost as soon as the liquid poured down her throat, an action made all the more apparent by her exaggerated gulps, her hand began to tremble; a soft whine slipping past her rosy lips as she uncaringly slammed the glass down upon the countertop.

“Told you it was doubled,” Shikamaru snickered, already watching Suigetsu sliding a taller glass of water towards the sandy blonde woman. “Mind if I ask your name?”

Grasping the glass in shaky, fervent hands, the neatly clad woman before him hastily brought it up to her lips, downing it in all but two gulps before at long last heaving out a soft, strained sigh. “Temari, surname can wait.”

“Shikamaru.” Extending a hand towards her, the raven haired Nara heir allowed himself to relax. Now there was a woman that could drink, and even though she had relied on a glass of water in the end, not too many people could take his standard order doubled up.

Casting a surreptitious glance down at the outstretched hand, Temari slowly, almost cautiously so, reached a dainty hand up to shake his; small, nimble fingers clasping against his in a suffocatingly formal manner.

“Join me over there?” Temari began, motioning with her head towards a nearby booth, devoid of people at that given time.

Again, a strange look of appreciative surprise adorned his features. She had specifically asked what he would gain from buying her a drink, but even still, she was the one that wanted more privacy than what the center of the club could provide. Keeping that thought in mind, Shikamaru reached over for a freshly filled glass, glancing left and right alike as if the very patrons of the bar would pay attention to his every move.

By the time his eyes had returned to the stool before him however, Temari had arisen from it, sauntering off towards a nearby booth with slow, purposeful strides, drawing his eyes down towards the tightly clad rear that sashayed back and forth with her every step. Proper etiquette and social awareness, mixed with a snarky, intellectual mind that knew about the depravity of mankind?

Even before his mind could truly comprehend it, he had arisen from his own stool, almost stumbling along the way as his heartbeat quickened within his chest. His blood boiled, his heartbeat thumped throughout his ears, and even more so than that, as he watched the sandy blonde woman called Temari slide into the booth, his hungering eyes couldn’t help but ravage the exposed, creamy skin of her toned, silky legs. Long, spotless, adorned by a pair of black high heels.

Despite his inner turmoil however, he still maintained himself with an ounce of prestige. Steady steps forward, head lowered to not look down upon anyone nearby, with a thoroughly schooled expression to appear neutral, yet still appreciative. The walk between the bar itself and the booth pressed up against the far wall was by no means long, and, no more than a minute after the blonde had nudged her head towards it, Shikamaru Nara came to rest beside the dark oak table as well.

“You’re in trouble, and need my help to solve it.” Temari began, not even allowing the Nara heir to find his seating, diving directly unto the case before her. “Am I wrong?” A mildly confused gaze flickered towards him, an eyebrow raised in question.

Heaving out a low, grumbling sigh, Shikamaru’s free hand moved up to rub against the back of his neck, already feeling a headache settle within his mind. The woman before him was not worth the attention, but what could he do? Walk away and give up? No, he solemnly decided. A part of him refused to give this woman the upperhand, much less so because he had no doubt in his mind that she would remain eternally smug whenever they met.

Instead, he slid into the booth across from her, setting his glass aside as his darkened eyebrows knit tightly together. He could use her assistance, if something ever came up, but allowing her to take control of the tempo was by no means a solid plan. Based solely on what he had seen so far, Temari knew how to control and lead a conversation, ignoring the subtlety of persuasion, going straight to whatever matter was at hand.

“There might be something in the future, but until that day comes, the details will be kept secret,” truthfully, even he knew that there was no point in bringing a lawyer into the case, if Naruko saw fit to tattle to her daddy. “I’ve been awfully curious about something else though.”

Taking a slow, gentle sip of her freshly filled glass of wine, the sound of cloth shifting beneath the table caught his attention, but looking down would be far too improper. Everything from her accent to her social approach made him wary, and from the way she had sauntered towards their booth, a pair of high heels strapped around her pale feet, he knew it as a fact that not a drop of alcohol had begun to affect her yet.

“I’m waiting,” she spoke up at last, an indigidant sigh spilling forth from pink, plump lips as she once more sipped her wine.

Halting for only a moment, Shikamaru at last gave the woman before him a proper onceover. From her unbuttoned silken shirt to the blazer adorning her upper body, she truly did look perfect, immaculate and proper, even more so than any woman he had set his eyes upon before. Yet… somehow, she seemed lonelier than others as well, seeking companionship, but never truly advocating it.

“Whenever I’ve seen you here, you’ve always been drinking alone. Rough day at work?” Shifting the topic away from the unsavory mention of his regularity there, partially due to the fact that details were leveraged, Shikamaru’s attention fell more upon what the woman before him actually did.

And so, the two talked. Topics ranging from what she did at work, to where she went to school; which was the same one as him, oddly enough, passed between the two of them for hours. Somewhere along the way, she had caught the attention of a lawyer’s office, and even before graduating, she had been picked up as an apprentice there. Two days a week, Temari would work with them, handling cases, paperwork, as well as the occasional background check and social media intelligence gathering.

When defending a client in court, one had to make a case about the various points of interest that might come up, and, after working with it for half a year, the company had made their decision. Upon graduating from college, Temari had been given a fulltime job with them.

Although, when her prying eyes landed upon him, Shikamaru himself couldn’t help but order another round of drinks for the two of them… quickly followed by a third, fourth and even fifth round of wine, shots and whiskey.

He was a college graduate, majoring in business and administration, but he himself had always had an interest in advertisement. He did currently have a job, but it was more so tied to the family business of intelligence gathering… granted, if he told the woman before him that he had received an invitation to the world government’s tactician’s training camp, she might not believe him.

When the topics went beyond school and work, it approached family, and, being as vague and secure as the two of them had been, no names or specifics were truly given. Whether it was due to the alcohol, or her own comfort at talking about it, Temari had let it slip that one of her two brothers worked as a master craftsman; building dolls and puppets the like of which the world had never seen…

… although, when he had been commissioned to make artificial intelligence sex dolls, Temari had been forced to read up on laws regarding that industry. For better or for worse, he was her brother.

Only when the soft click of high heels against the floor resounded did the two of them look up, and, with an empty glass of whiskey in his left hand, Shikamaru was moderately surprised to see Karin, dressed entirely differently from her work attire, standing beside their table.

“We’re closing up for tonight, so you’ll have to head off,” she stated, outright startling Shikamaru himself as he hastily looked at the clock on his phone. “Does either one of you need a cab, or will you be fine on your own?”

Even during closing, Karin always offered their customers a ride. Or, at the very least, she would offer to call a cab for them. Some people were simply more willing to talk to a bartender than they were a taxi driver. There was simply something sobering about it when a female you had ogled all night came over to talk, compared to when you were tossed into the backseat of a cab.

Glancing across the table for the briefest moment, Shikamaru pulled up his phone, telling Karin that he, at least, would be fine. As far as he could tell, the redhead’s question was mostly angled towards Temari, who looked ever uncertain about wherever she would head off to.

“Do you want me to walk you home…?” He inquired, watching Karin wander off from the corner of his eye.

“Oh, I don’t know~ It might be a little far for you~” Chuckling at a joke he did not get, Temari pushed herself out of the booth, waving a finger towards him on the way. “I’m staying at a hotel nearby. I always do, which is why I always come here to have a drink.”

“Come on, big boy. We can talk some more along the way.” Taking a surprisingly steady step forward, Temari waved towards the two bartenders by the counter, swaying her hips the tiniest bit before turning around to once again regard Shikamaru with an inquisitive gaze. “Are you coming?”

Snapped free from his confused daze, the Nara heir shook his head to himself, smiling mirthfully as he placed a few bills down upon the table they had been sitting at. It was by no means enough to pay down their entire tab that night, but the reason he had a tab was because Karin, and Suigetsu to a certain degree, knew full well what he spent his evenings doing. Or, who he spent his time doing, on occasion.

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“Let me get this straight…” she began, stopping outright in the middle of a dark, shaded street to regard the man beside her. “You slept with your CEO’s daughter’s girlfriend, got caught in the act, then you slept with his daughter.”

Nodding his head in affirmation, Shikamaru Nara gave Temari a rather dry look; a mixture between boredom, confusion and perhaps even an ounce of respect for the woman’s ability to keep a straight face. Between the exit to Taka, the bar driven by Karin and Suigetsu, the two of them had talked. Topics ranging from where they were headed to why he had been upset, despite trying his best to hide the fact, was passed between the two of them, all the way until, at long last, the adventure from the week prior came to light.

“Legally speaking…” halting for a moment, Temari’s spotless features morphed into a frown. “Your best bet would be to seek out the offended party, and talk with them directly. It wouldn’t hold up in court if anything went south, but sleeping around isn’t illegal. Not anymore, at least.”

Mulling that little nugget of information over, Shikamaru began to walk once more, glancing to his right every other step. Between telling her about his last adventure and explaining the situation he discovered afterwards, Temari had remained neutral, almost unblinking and uncaring as the two of them continued down along the sidewalk towards her hotel.

“And you don’t mind?” It wasn’t as much of a question as it was a statement, but nonetheless, he had to ask.

Once again, Temari caught him by surprise, though this time, she sent him a sly glance that sent a cold shiver down his spine. “If another woman spreads her legs, should I take offense to what appears between them? If it were me however…” trailing off there, Temari mirthfully shook her head; enough so to cause her soft, sandy blonde twintails to rustle.

Storing away that little nugget of information, Shikamaru Nara straightened up his posture, looking ahead rather than to the side as a faint crack resounded from his neck. For well over half an hour, he had looked sideways, only vaguely knowing where to go by where Temari herself placed her feet. She managed to hold his attention there, not so much because of her outfit, but solely by the fact that she hadn’t called him a degenerate for sleeping around. Granted, the skirt hiking up along her toned legs did incentifice him to keep looking.

Rising up ahead from amidst a myriad of buildings, the central city came into view. Tall, magnificent architectural structures rose up, towering above the outer circle reserved as a residential district. Before them, his attentive eyes could spy the particular brand of a hotel, along with an unmarked building whose glass and steel structure usually radiated in the light of day; by night however, only the gentle, soothing rays of moonlight shone down upon the world.

From what he had been told, and what he had read up on through his family library, there hadn’t been much there before, but in the span of ten years, a scattering of towns and villages had joined together, creating the grand metropolis that he had come to know as his home. Anything from shopping centres to law enforcement agencies could be found there, and somewhere within that very city, his potentially new job could be found.

Oddly enough, as the two approached the towering, well lit building known as the Senju Suites, Temari absentmindedly pointed towards a smaller section further down the road, telling him about a sand artist that made his living there. What a sand artist actually was, he didn’t know, but he wouldn’t tell her that anytime soon…

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Loud, thumping steps, the rustling of a doorknob being yanked upon, and an audible crash resounded through the twelfth floor of the Senju hotel. A shirt was flung aside, a blazer was torn apart and left on the floor, ravaged and unwearable, and with a lazy kick behind her back, Temari pushed the door shut; listening to the telltale sound of the lock snapping in place.

The lights were off, the curtains were drawn, and the faintest hue of the moonlight above shone down through the spotted curtains of her suite, casting a clear, albeit faded light upon her hotel room. Although, even as the two tumbled forward, their eyes were anywhere but the floor.

Heated, frenzied hands trailed up and down along soft, smooth cheeks, reaching higher still until a pair of dainty, feminine fingers combed through the topknot of onyx hair atop his head. With her fingers nestled within his hair, Temari yanked his head up, tipping her lover’s chin upward until her pink, plump lips could press a series of kisses against his jawline and neck.

Pressing another soft, loving kiss against the side of his neck, the sandy blonde woman released her grasp upon his hair, pushing him further ahead, towards the bedroom within her suite. Even as Shikamaru Nara stumbled towards it, befuddled and wide eyed, Temari’s nimble fingers fell down to undo the clasp holding her skirt in place, smiling up at the man before her as it fell down upon the floor.

“Get into bed. Now.” Her voice was sharp, stern, commanding rather than asking, but as she stepped out of her skirt and displayed herself with a flourish, Shikamaru couldn’t find the interest to disobey.

Spinning around, dashing towards a large double bed, his fingers fell down to undo the belt holding his own pants in place, undoing it, tearing it through the hoops, while carelessly tearing his shirt off of his upper body. Behind his back, he could practically feel her gaze upon him, staring through him even as his pants fell down to pool around his ankles.

On her end, looking down upon the pervert whose fingers had begun to grope her in the elevator ride up, Temari licked her lips once, slowly, meticulously undoing the buttons of her silk shirt. Button by button, her shirt was slowly undone, already revealing a creamy, pale cleavage pushed up by a lacy black bra; a matching color to the black thong whose back string had disappeared between her cheeks hours before.

Tossing her shirt aside as well, the sandy blonde lawyer allowed herself the briefest moment of satisfaction. If he had seen her every once in a while, would it be fair for her to say the same? A man as promiscuous as him, as overwhelmingly charismatic that many a woman had fallen to her knees in worship… how could she be unaffected?

Stepping closer still, inching forward with a seductive grin across her features, Temari eased a hand down to push the man before her further onto the bed, motioning for him to lay down even as her other hand slid down to peel her thong off of her legs.

“Watching you from afar, taking in the sight of every little tramp you’ve been with, it’s enough to make a woman jealous, you know~” She practically sang out, spinning around for just enough time to slide her thong off of her legs; giving the man behind her a shaded view of her nakedness. “How many relationships have you changed? How many women have you been with at that bar alone?”

It was a question, but the blonde could hardly bring herself to care about the answer. To her, it mattered little.

What did matter to her however was what was laid bare before her. Standing up from atop her lover’s groin was what she assumed would be the center of his charismatic aura. In one way, Shikamaru’s cock was above average, around what a woman could expect out of a steady boyfriend, although, as Temari herself crept up onto the bed like a predator on the prowl, her eyes were affixed to the dick before her. Where it lacked in length according to her modest imagination, it made up for in girth.

Easing her head downward as she approached the pinnacle of her entertainment that night, Temari stuck her tongue out of her mouth, slowly, teasingly so pressing it flatly against the underside of her girthy cock. With the greatest time in the world, the blonde lawyer raised her head, dragging her tongue up along with it, going from the very bottom of his cock, up along his throbbing, slightly salty shaft, up and up until the very tip of her tongue brushed up against the swollen mushroom head of his dick.

“Tasty, but a bit too musky for me.” Whether it was a compliment or a complaint, Shikamaru couldn’t say that he cared, but regardless, as Temari dipped her head down once more, his breath came out as a shallow sigh of relief.

Lapping away, all he could truly see was her hair; long, silky, yet rough, tied up into spiky twintails that looked as if they would sting his hand at a touch. From top to bottom, along and around his cock itself, up along every throbbing vein, her tongue moved on, cleaning and devouring his shaft whole, all the while working away at his swollen tip.

Feeling his head rolling back atop his shoulders, pressing back against the pillows that had been propped up against the wall ahead of time, Shikamaru’s eyes slowly rolled up towards the back of his head; his eyelashes fluttering shut against his will. It was by no means the best service he had ever received, but somehow, as Temari opened her mouth and sucked both of his balls between her lips, he couldn’t help but shudder.

“Mmmh~” Humming lowly in her throat, Temari tipped her head upward, pulling on Shikamaru’s swollen balls until they popped free from her luscious lips, audibly slapping out against her chin as her tongue lolled out to glide along his sack once more.

“Enjoying yourself, loverboy?” Another chuckle, low, hazy and sensual, filled to the brim with a hidden promise of more.

Allowing a grin to spread across his lips, Shikamaru Nara did enjoy himself. Along the way, up the surprisingly lengthy elevator ride, he had received the chance to feel her up, even though she herself had been the one to attack him. Her lips had been upon his in a ferocious, heated kiss, pressing him up against the wall of the elevator with enough force to make it rattle.

As she had done before, as ferociously and lustful as the huntress she had revealed herself to be along the way, Temari raised herself once more, captivating Shikamaru’s gaze with a single jiggle of her bra clad breasts. Whether it was because of his gaze alone, or her own hunger, he would never truly know, but as she eased herself up onto her knees once more, a singular hand trailed up behind her back. With a low, barely audible snap, the dark cloth of her bra fell aside, sliding down along her stomach as she pulled her hands through its miniscule straps.

With a heavy gulp, the Nara heir found himself captivated in full, staring straight ahead as the naked woman before him pounced upon her prey. In mere moments, a pair of creamy, spotless breasts were pushed against either side of his face, holding his mouth and nose captive in her cleavage as her knees settled down on either side of his thighs. Again, a seductive, knowing smile adorned her gorgeous lips, and once again, Shikamaru found himself in a daze, captivated beyond belief by the faint, transcendent scent of eucalyptus.

His mind was held captive there, within that very trance, until a creeping warmth enveloped his aching, throbby cock, knocking the breath free from his lungs in mere moments.

In a single, fluent motion, Temari had aligned her exposed, hairless womanhood above the Nara heir’s cock, subtly feeling it out as she pressed her breasts against her lover’s face. Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, gravity overtook her, dropping her pussy down upon Shikamaru’s cock with enough force to make it slip inside of her underused entrance.

A soft, feminine moan, a muffled groan, and a wet squelch as inch upon inch of Nara cock disappeared inside of her waiting womanhood. Her hands, once idly removing her bra, bore down upon his head in mere moments, holding him in place against her breasts as she grit her teeth with a mixture of arousal and frustration.

He truly was thick!

From sight alone, she had underestimated his size. By feeling it out with her tongue and mouth, she had estimated a general feeling, along with an appropriate response. Yet, taking his swollen, leaking head inside herself proved far more difficult than what the sandy blonde could ever have believed. Compared to her own sex life, the man before her could almost be considered a prostitute, taking women with wanton glee. Although, somehow, that thought alone only made her that much more determined to force every single inch of his dick inside of her quivering snatch.

By her quivering thighs, she could feel his hands approaching, attempting to steady her fervent tempo, but no sooner than his fingers grazed her thighs did she swathe them away. Gritting her teeth atop his groin, Temari yanked his hands away, pulling them up above his own head while pressing herself even harder down against his resting body; forcibly bouncing up and down atop his dick as a soft moan threatened to break free from her luscious lips.

Somewhere between forcing his dick deeper inside of her snatch and gazing down upon the infuriatingly smug visage of his face, Temari’s body moved on its own accord. Dropping down as far as she could, the sandy blonde lawyer ground her hips against his groin, gyrating atop his dick as a professional stripper would dance beside her brass pole.

When her hands at long last released his however, Shikamaru Nara thrust his hips up to meet Temari’s gyrating hips, drawing a faint moan from her lips even as he himself let loose a low moan. Her lip service was good, but when put up against the velvety walls that clamped down around his throbbing dick, the service was beyond compare. Temari was tight, definitely not as tight as Hinata had been at the start of their affair, but undoubtedly tight enough to strangle a cock with ease.

For her every bounce, the breasts mashed up against his face jiggled; the twin peaks that were her nipples enticingly tempted his mouth to do so much more. Yet, as caught up as he was in her almost amateurish ride, it took him a moment to realize that his hands had been released from her grasp. As he fought against the impending load that brewed within his bloated balls, the Nara heir’s gaze was locked solely on what little he could see around Temari’s perfumed chest, but before long, even that sight changed.

Straightening her back as suddenly as when she had settled down atop his lap, Temari’s mouth fell agape; a low huff and a faint breath spilling forth from her lipstick clad lips. Regardless of her bluster, she herself was already at her limit, hardly bouncing at all as she fought against her own impending orgasm. Had it not been for the hand that roamed along the right side of the bed, she might have finished already.

In the darkness of the bedroom, Temari’s nimble fingers found their target at long last, slender digits wrapping themselves against a hardened leather belt in preparation for her move.

The moment she straightened her back, Shikamaru heaved in a sharp breath of air, wheezing for breath as his brain once more returned to its calculative glory. Had she held her ground a moment more, he may very well have passed out; from anything but the sex, no less. His cock ached and throbbed, his hands refused to stay idle, and with as much of a push as he could, his fingers once more dug into the supple flesh of Temari’s taut rear.

At least, until a lukewarm leather belt wrapped itself around his neck, tugging him along, pressing his face flush against Temari’s chest once more.

Staying there, riding him at her own pace with a leash around his throat, it took her no longer to reach her peak. With a long, outdrawn moan, Temari came, clamping her already quivering walls around his cock as wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss coursed through her slender frame. Her jaw hang wide agape, tongue lolled out of her mouth, whilst her eyes had rolled all the way into the back of her head. Stars spun and flew back and forth throughout what remained of her blurred, euphoric vision…

… then the torrent arrived.

With a muffled grunt, the man whose cock was nestled deep within her womanhood came, and with the very hands that had begun to molest her thighs, Shikamaru Nara held her in place, denying her the retreat that she herself had envisioned beforehand. Gush upon gush, jet upon jet, one scalding hot explosion of cum erupted within her eager pussy, coating her insides white in mere moments, all the while filling her further. A fifth rush of cum, a sixth, then even a seventh.

Somewhere within the back of her head, the faint voice of reason screamed at her to resist; to pull herself off of his cock before he filled her fertile womb to the brim and beyond. Yet, the reasonable part of her brain was shut down by the euphoric, quivering mess that was Temari.

How long the two of them had remained there, a panting, heaving mess, drenched in sweat from head to toe, seated atop the sticky, silken bedsheets of the hotel, neither one could tell. His orgasm had ended, but in the minutes that had passed, another nerve wracking orgasm had been forced upon the unprepared woman atop his lap, so much so that her harsh facade had crumbled to dust beneath the torrent of fertile cum that sloshed around within her womb.

Slumped down where she sat, with her forehead resting against the propped up pillows behind Shikamaru’s back, Temari’s breath came out in ragged pants, spending her all on the simple act of recovering what little of her strength she could. If she had somehow avoided getting pregnant there-

The rustling of cloth and silk caused her head to tilt up, too exhausted to even care about what she witnessed, but far too frightened to allow it to happen without a say. Shikamaru, the playboy she had encountered at a bar no more than a few hours earlier, shuffled the two of them around, easing Temari down onto her back, legs pulled up to rest upon his deceptively strong shoulders, all the while keeping his cock inside of her cum stuffed cunt.

“Ready for round two?” He mirthfully chuckled, not at all intending for it to be a question, for the moment the words left his lips, his hips began to rock back and forth once more.

Between the audible squelches of her overstuffed vagina and the pitiful moans that spilled forth from her lips freely, Temari merely nodded her head, reaching up to drape her arms around her lover’s neck as her endeavors began anew…

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Hidden on the outskirts of the bustling metropolis, located a great distance away from the thriving streets filled with young men and women alike on their way home from a long night out, a dainty, manicured hand raised a smartphone up towards her face, gazing at a particular number longingly. It had been a while since their encounter, perhaps so much so that the image of her face had left his mind altogether, but… he was her best bet.

Gently, nimble fingers tapped away at the dimly lit screen of her phone, spelling out a message, a request, that would demand more of him than when the two had been together.

Flushing brightly at the thought, pale, moonlit eyes gazed over the message once, twice, before at long last pressing the send button; the motion of which was accompanied by a low whoosh.

Satisfied with her efforts, as much as a regal lady would allow herself to be, Hinata Hyuga returned her phone to its designated place atop her nightstand, easing herself out of a large, baggy jacket to reveal naught more than her pristine, perfect breasts, as free and natural as when she had attended a bar no more than an hour beforehand.

A long day of attending ceremonies and family dinners, accompanied by the ever growing pressure from her father; a request to engage herself in a more private setting. Her father’s request was clear, he wished for her to encounter a young, well educated gentleman. Someone she could see privately, and someone she could invite to the next gathering of the Hyuga Clan’s prestigious household. If she did not...

Shaking her long, indigo colored hair until it fell out of its braid, Hinata went over her plan in her head once more. Her request was by no means asinine, and seeing as to how it contained a separate event that the two could attend, the young Hyuga heiress held high hopes for her would-be boyfriend to accept her proposal. Further releasing her feminine figure from the constraints of her shinobi cosplay, a faint flush adorned her pale cheeks. She had awoken naked, atop her bed, drenched from head to toe in his virile sperm…

… and she had enjoyed herself, spending nothing short of four hours shoveling every single drop inside of her ravenous mouth.
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