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Continuation of my ShikaTema Fanfic Masterlist, click here for Part 1 or Part 3 :

Blank Period / Dating / Shinobi Union CONT.

The Way You Are by: pieceofmind22 ONESHOT Cute Shikamaru defending his girlfriend from unnecessary comments.

Indulgence by: dinosaurspice M | ONESHOT Shikamaru and Temari see each other again after Naruto and Hinata's wedding, good smut.

First Kiss by: silverkunai ONESHOT Cute fluffy blank period first kiss.

double the trouble by: tentendeservedbetter M | ONESHOT Includes InoSai, Shikamaru relucatancly agrees to help Ino with her relationship with Sai by going on a doubledate. Really sweet fic.

summer sweets by: eeveleon DRABBLE Sweet fluffy ShikaTema on a lunch break in the early stages of their relationship with an indirect kiss.

midnight missions by: eeveleon ONESHOT Super cute, ShikaTema on a mission, where Shikamaru chooses to save Temari over completing the mission.

All Caught Up in the Mood by: Meticulous_Melodies M | ONESHOT Smut after the NaruHina wedding gift misunderstanding.

All the Right Moves Meticulous_Melodies M | ONESHOT Temari ends up having to stay with Shikamaru's place due to no other accomdations available, smut after confessions.

Kiss Kiss (Fall in Love) by: Laisaxrem ONESHOT Shared Kiss for different ships, first chapter is ShikaTema and it's really sweet.

The Ruin of Us by: CinderRoses M | COMPLETE Friends to lovers smut, first person, literally amazing. No words.

Jealousy by: narutostuff101 ONESHOT This is such a cute little fic, loved it!

Oh? You don't know who Shiho is? by: ArmchairAnthropologist ONESHOT Fics like this are always fun, sorry Shiho!

Blank Period / Proposals / Engaged / Married

A Long, Troublesome Way to the Altar by: penandpad0613 INCOMPLETE I am a true sucker for fics where ShikaTema have to go through the political struggles in order to get married, especially since those issues were only slightly mentioned in Gaara Hiden and in Boruto filler.

A Business Proposal by: silverkunai ONESHOT Gaara helps convince the Suna council regarding Shikamaru and Temari's marriage.

Epiphany by: mississippimudpiecraves ONESHOT Shikamaru being forced to have a Bachelor party, honestly one of my favorites.

Uninhibited by: Sylversmith ONESHOT This was so funny and sweet, loved every minute of it, drunk Shikamaru antics not recognizing his wife, but being loyal af.

extraordinary love by: chaosnojutsu ONESHOT Always end up coming back to this fic, ShikaTema having to convince the Suna council to get married.

Gaara's Help by: drowninglinguists ONESHOT Temari disscusing her emotions with Gaara before the wedding.

Who she is… by: pieceofmind22 ONESHOT Short and fluffy. Shikamaru's feelings regarding marrying Temari.

If I May Propose by: SpicedGold COMPLETE Different ways Shikamaru could have proposed, they are all super cute! I've been placing my favorite fics from this writer, especially from the Nara Family series throughout.

our hearts beat as one by thecivilunrest ONESHOT Shikamaru proposes to Temari in true lazy fashion, and Temari makes the decision to leave her village.

A Future Together by: thegizka ONESHOT ShikaTema breaking the news of their engagement to Gaara and Kankuro.

Midnight (& Day Off Mini) by: yoursuccubusnightmare M | ONESHOT Newly wed smut.

Love, Marriage and Other Disasters by: Dunesya INCOMPLETE Shikamaru wants to get married, Temari deals with insecurities and issues leading up. So good!

The Request by: BrazilianWriter ONESHOT Shikamaru has a conversation with Gaara about proposing to Temari.

Not Yet by: KiaraShell ONESHOT Very sweet proposal fic.

What's in a Title? by: dentsucree ONESHOT Such a cute/funny family interaction.

Five Hundred Game Tiles by: Lady_Otori ONESHOT

Growth by: owlishdelight ONESHOT Fluffy, just married.

Dangerous Territory by: theskywasblue ONESHOT Shikamaru falls into a trap.

New Parents / Post Chapter 700 / BORUTO / Nara Family

The 700th by: glockcourage COMPLETE Short drabbles, Nara family cuteness.

Falling for you (again) by: BrazilianWriter M | COMPLETE Seriously one of the best things I've ever read, another one I read daily for clear skin. Temari wakes up from a coma due to a severe injury on a mission, and wakes up with amnesia. The process of remembering with her loved ones is perfect, I can't stress this enough!

Back in an Hour… by: ShrimpArmy COMPLETE Good married smut in Ino's flower shop.

The Best Laid Plans by: SpicedGold ONESHOT A group in Suna is not happy about Temari's marriage to Shikamaru, and decide to kidnap Shikamaru/Shikadai and Temari isn't having any of it, loved this!

Endangered Pasts by: Tjwr INCOMPLETE Truly amazing, only bad thing about it is that it's not complete. Includes NaruHina. Shikadai and Boruto are sent to the past.

Home: by: SpicedGold ONESHOT It's Temari's birthday and she just needs to find out what Shikamaru's present is! Way too funny and cute! See the rest of the series here: Nara Family Series

According To Plan by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Shikadai gets hurt during training with Temari and what follows is some cute parenting banter with Shikamaru.

The Sacrifices We Make by: greenho4 ONESHOT Shikamaru discusses what Temari gave up to be with him with Shikadai, extremely sweet.

Ten minutes to Midnight by: KiaraShell ONESHOT Cute fic set during Shikadai and Shikamaru's birthday, where Shikamaru is on a mission.

Just Relax by: clumsydragon28 ONESHOT Much needed Nara family vacation.

Crybabies by: KiaraShell ONESHOT Shikadai gets his ears pierced.

9 Months by: Aspire2B COMPLETE Following Temari's pregnancy, the ending with Naruto in the hospital was so funny.

Ino-Shika-Chou by: Aspire2B ONESHOT

To The Next Year by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Loved this so much, Shikamaru and Temari have a phone call on New Years, beautifully sweet marriage banter bliss.

Office Hours by: OstaraNight M | ONESHOT Hot smut, enough said.

Why by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Shikadai asks about how his parents met. Simply adorable.

Nara Family by: SandriBeee COMPLETE Newborn Shikadai and being new parents.

Being Rescued is a Terrible Birthday Present by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Cute, mostly Shikadai's feelings.

family functions by: eeveleon ONESHOT Sand/Nara family cuteness at the beach.

time traveler au

haunted hotel au

ghost hunters au

forced marriage au

queen/king and poor villager au

bar attendant and drunkard au

hipsters au

one of them is mute/deaf/blind au

rock star and pop star au

bodyguard au

romeo and juliet au

false identities au

meeting at the gym au

sitting next to each other while watching a movie/seeing a play au

famous person and fan meeting at the red carpet au

pirates au

music school au

vampires au

werewolves au

friendzone au

exes trying to make each other jealous au

best friends that accidentally have a one night stand au

nobility au

teachers with a strong rivalry au

summer love au

scientists au

blind date au

secret admirer au

airport au

director and actor in the same movie au

dystopia au

friends with benefits au

fictional character coming to life for a day au

strip club au

internet famous au

members of the same band au

writers criticizing each other’s works au

our children are classmates and they hate each other au

walking our dogs in the park au

traveling the world together au

demons and angels au

hunters of supernatural creatures au

aliens au

dealer and pothead au

greek mythology au

punks au

god and worshipper au

swapped bodies for a day au

superhero and villain au

knights au

high school sweetheart au

k-drama au

selling soul to a demon au

assassins who are targeting each other au

adoptive siblings au

porn stars au

crushing on the same person au

speak different languages au

locked inside the janitor’s room au

you weren’t even supposed to sit on his lap.

but the car’s packed, and your friend shouted “just sit on choso, he’s got space,” like it was no big deal.

and maybe it wasn’t.

until you felt the way his thigh flexed under you.

thick. warm. solid.

and positioned just right between your legs, pressing against the thin fabric of your little skirt, snug right under your clit.

you swallowed hard.

he smirked—barely—and placed a casual hand on your hip to “help you balance.”

but now? ten minutes into the drive?

his leg’s bouncing.

slow. steady. up and down in a rhythm that makes your breath stutter and your lashes flutter.

you shift your weight—innocently, maybe, maybe trying to get some relief—but it just makes it worse. your clit drags across the seam of your panties, the bounce sends a shiver through your spine, and suddenly your hands are gripping his forearm like it’s the only thing keeping you from screaming.

“you good?” one of your friends calls from the front.

you nod quickly, voice tight. “mhmm.”

choso doesn’t even look at you.

he just hums under his breath, hand squeezing your hip once. his thumb brushes low, close to the edge of your waistband.

his thigh bounces again and your jaw tightens as your thighs clamp.

he leans in slightly, mouth brushing your ear. no one else can hear it but you.

“you’re dripping,” he murmurs. “soak through these shorts and i will pull you onto my fingers, right here.”

you squirm, barely moving, hips twitching as another bounce sends a jolt right to your core. you’re biting your lip, eyes wide, pupils blown.

“aw,” he whispers again, lower now, “you can’t even grind properly with people watching?”

you grip his arm harder and feel his smile, his eyes still watching the road, still quiet. and then his thigh bounces harder. that’s when you almost lose it—your legs trembling, clit throbbing, body tensing like a live wire as your orgasm starts to rise. your lashes flutter. a soft gasp escapes.

but then his hand presses down on your thigh, stopping the bounce entirely.

you’re frozen. blinking. your mouth parted in betrayal.

he leans in again.

“you’ll wait,” he whispers. “good girls wait. and you wanna be good, don’t you?”

you have no choice but to nod, choso just left you shaky and ruined.

“then sit still,” he says, voice low and calm. “and if you come without permission, i’ll stuff my fingers in you the second we stop this car. front seat, back seat, doesn’t matter. you’ll cry in front of all of them.”

you don’t move the rest of the ride. not even a little.

yes.

sexting with shikamaru

shikamaru x reader

warnings: NSFWWWW 18+

not proofread!!!

sakura does not stir awake when she hears the window slide open, because she already is.

instead, she sits up slowly, and stretches her legs under the cold sheets. the light of the moon fills the room as the curtains are drawn, and she sees his legs before she sees his face. he closes the window with his entrance, and presses his feet against the wood floors just loud enough for her trained ears to pick up on. she shifts, and can’t help the smile that pulls at her lips when she hears him sigh.

“you waited for me?” he asks, and shakes his head. she can’t make much out past his silhouette in the darkness of the room, but she believes she doesn’t need to see much else.

“of course i did,” she whispers, and shifts so that her legs are hanging off the bed. she could stand in a moment, be near him in a second, but she has a feeling she won’t have to.

“what if i hadn’t come?” he asks, and takes a step towards her. “you would’ve wasted a perfectly good night.”

her unsaid answer lingers in the air with the lilt of her laugh. they both knew he was going to come; if not by her sometimes too loyal trust in him, then by the all too telling smirk on his face as he vacated the gates that their young daughter thankfully did not see. “there is no such thing as a wasted night on a man like you, dear.”

he chuckles, deep and perhaps a little too dryly, and takes another step forward. “you have too much faith in me, sakura.”

she shakes her head. “again, there’s no such thing.” 

silence fills the air with the warmth of his smile that she cannot see, but surely can sense. her hands twitch as his boots click against the floor in his approach, and through the darkness she feels him more than sees him as he sits down next to her on the bed. the mattress buckles beneath him, and she finds herself leaning toward him at his extra weight.

he nudges her with his shoulder, and he’s warm through his cloak. he smells like the damp night air, and the lush forests that he escapes to all too often. it’s always so much different than the boyish smell he used to hold, the smell of something far too clean and much less musky, tempting. she feels his chin rest on the top of her head, and a shiver runs down her spine. “thank you,” he says. “for waiting for me.”

she goes to answer him, to tell him that there’s no need for such pleasantries despite their truest intentions, but it dies in her throat with the feeling of his lips on hers. though she has shared many a kiss with him in her time, nothing ever feels quite like his goodbyes, the feeling of his lips when he has one foot out the door. he gathers her cheek in his hand, the pad of his thumb tracing circles near the tips of her eyelashes, and he still tastes like her cooking.

“sasuke-kun,” she whispers against his lips, and the suffix still comes out too easily. she loves the feeling of his name, loves it most against his skin, and he returns the gesture by kissing her harder.

when he pulls away, she’s breathing hard, and her cheeks are as hot as the july air. he runs his fingers through her soft hair, and leans his forehead against her own. “sakura,” he returns, and his eyes search for her too-wide ones with something so earnest it makes her heart ache.

he doesn’t want to leave, she knows, never wants to leave. the kisses are painful, and he’s squeezing her a bit too hard, pulling her hair a bit too harshly. he looks at her like he’s breaking, like she’s the only glue that keeps his life together, like he wants her to beg him to stay, but she doesn’t. she can’t, so, she pulls him into another kiss.

Send me a prompt and a pairing, and I’ll write you a oneshot! :)

rating: Mauthor’s note: ughhhh FINE HERE GOES NOTHING

Under him she was lovely, all petal pink hair laid around her like a halo and green eyes hidden behind eyelashes darker than his hair. What an exotic combination, he thought as he took her between his expensive sheets, as he realized why she was so expensive, too—as she moaned a name that wasn’t really his.

Sakura startles from her work at a knock on her office door. “Come in,” she calls, and puts down her pen with a sigh.

The door opens slowly, and her boyfriend steps in, not a scratch on him and a tiny twitch on his lips. He shuts the door behind him, nods, and says, “Sakura.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “Sasuke-kun, you’re back.” She stands, heels clicking on the hard wood floors as she approaches him, long coat swinging behind her. She stops when there’s only a thread between them, looks up at him with a smile that makes his heart twitch. Pushing a strand of pretty pink hair behind her ear, she asks, “How was your mission?”

He meets her stare with something she can’t quite put her finger on, watches as his hands twitch at his side. “Fine,” he says after a moment. He holds her gaze for what seems like a century, before swallowing, loudly.  He continues, “Kakashi said I’d find you here.”

She hums, and nods her head. “It seems he was right.” She takes a step away from him, back toward the front of her desk. She settles against it, hands at her sides, slender legs crossed.

“He says you’ve been working nearly every day since I left,” he explains. He takes a step towards her, and he’s close enough that she can smell the scent of burning wood that he carries with him, the smell of deep fall and crisp leaves.

She inhales. “You can’t expect me to sit around and wait for you, Sasuke-kun.”

He rolls his eyes. “You shouldn’t wear yourself ragged, Sakura.”  

She scoffs playfully, swinging a hand at him. “Says the man who takes a mission every chance he can.”

He frowns, and sighs. “It’s not the same thing—”

“I’m only teasing you,” she cuts him off, and her lips twitch into a playful smirk. “Don’t take everything so seriously.”

He exhales. “I’ll try,” he says; frown relenting to his usual apathy.

He takes another step towards her, and she has half a mind to wrap her arms around his neck, draw him into a hug she wants more than anything. Instead, she says, “I missed you.”

His lips twitch into a tiny, pleasant smile. “Ah.”

He takes another step toward her, and this time she pushes herself off her desk, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. It takes him a moment to return it, hands settling at her waist, squeezing her just as tightly in return. “Did you miss me, Sasuke-kun?” she asks against the shell of his ear, her hot breath tickling his skin.

He clucks his tongue. Jokingly, he says, “Don’t push it,” but he doesn’t let go. He squeezes her even tighter instead, pressing his lips against her hair, the all too familiar fragrance of coconut invading his senses. With one last kiss to her forehead he pulls away, tells her, “Yes, I did,” and presses his lips against hers.

She sighs into him, arms tightening around his neck as she presses herself even closer, pushing up on the tips of her toes to reach him better. His hands squeeze her waist beneath her coat as he moves with her, fingers sinking into the skin between her top and skirt. He feels her smile, lips curving up sweetly as a tiny moan escapes her, and can’t help but do the same.

When he pulls away, looking down at her with a gaze as soft as her skin, as candied as she tastes, she can only smile wider. She pecks him again, and again, and one more time before nuzzling his neck with her nose, her hair tickling his shoulders and jaw. Her giggle sounds like a sweet song he’s only so much as heard in his dreams since he left, now grounding him to this moment just as her arms wrapped around his neck do.

“I missed you,” she repeats, looking up at him with eyes that twinkle like the night sky—the stars being the closest thing he’s seen to her in far too long.

He laughs, nothing more than a release of air from his dry lips. “So you said.”

She shakes her head, lips twitching into a tiny smirk as she pushes up again, breath fanning the shell of his ear. “I missed you, Sasuke-kun.” She blows hot air into his ear, making him shiver.

He swallows. “What are you doing, Sakura?”

“What?” she asks, and moves her fingers from the nape of his neck to his soft, messy hair. “I’m not doing anything.” She presses a kiss to the shell of his ear, and then the lobe, and then his jaw.

He uses the leverage of his hands on her waist to push her down onto flat feet. She looks up at him with questioning, wide eyes, and he frowns. “We can’t do this here, Sakura.”

“Do what?” she asks, too innocently, voice as cloying as maple syrup. “What are you talking about, Sasuke-kun?” She pushes through his hold, pressing her lips against his neck again, and again, and again. “Is something wrong?”

His hands grip her waist like a vice. “Sakura, I said—”

She cuts him off with long, grinding thrust of her hips. He groans, loudly, and she whispers, “What’s that, Sasuke-kun?”

He pushes her backward, backside hitting the desk behind her, his groin holding her in place. She releases a moan that makes him shudder. “Sakura, what are you trying to do?”

She laughs against his throat. “Just trying to show you how much I missed you, dear,” she explains, and brings him into a kiss that far from the innocence she feigns.

Her lips are burning against his, passionate and nothing less than lascivious. She moves quickly, long, nimble fingers wrapping themselves in his hair and tugging harshly. He knows better, he’d think, if he could think at the moment; instead, his hands have a mind of their own, wandering to squeeze her ass, eliciting a delightful moan that makes him twitch.

In turn, she grinds against him again; his hardness causes her to moan into his mouth, maybe a little too loudly. He stifles her with his tongue, running it against her soft, bruised lips, pushing his erection against her clothed center even harder. Her soft mewls make him throb, but before he knows it, she’s pushing him away and working at the button of his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asks, breathing hard.

She doesn’t answer, instead takes his throbbing erection into her hands and gives him a thorough pump, extorting a low groan deep from his throat. She pulls him into another kiss, whispering against his lips, “Did you miss that, Sasuke-kun?”

She pumps him again, languid and unhurried. He latches his lips onto the nape of her neck; pressing soft, wet kisses onto the sensitive skin. When she pulls him hard enough, he leaves a love bite that will be all too evident much later. She gasps, and runs her finger over his slit, relishes in his tongue against her clavicle.

“Fuck, Sakura,” he whispers against her skin, breath as hot as her cheeks.

With a thumping heart she stops, and smiles. He opens his mouth to protest, and she drops to her knees.

His throat is too dry when he tries to swallow. “Sakura, what are you—” he croaks, but the words die in his mouth when she runs her tongue unhurriedly along his shaft.  She licks his precum off the tip, and looks up at him with wide eyes that make his heart beat fast.

She waits for him to speak, but he doesn’t, so she takes him in her mouth. She swallows him with long, slow strokes, savoring the sounds of his soft moans and the taste of him. With her free hands, she pumps what’s left of him that she can’t fit, slowly and surely. He twitches in her mouth when she wraps her tongue around him, and she knows when he’s nearly thrusting into her that he’s close.

“Fuck, Sakura,” he whispers, and she sees him shake his head. “Sakura, stop, Sakura,” he whines, and grabs her shoulders. He pushes her off when she takes him full, and pulls her up from the ground.

“Sasuke-kun, what are you—” she begins to say, but then he’s pushing her up to sit on her desk, and hiking her skirt to her waist. She gasps at the sudden movement, and he pushes her panties aside and sinks into her.

She takes him graciously, a long moan releasing from her sore lips. He buries his face into her neck; pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin while he takes his time her. He thrusts into her deeply; eliciting beautiful mewls that make him throb. He nestles into her perfectly.

She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer with her strength. Tugging at his hair, she pulls him in for a kiss, wrapping her tongue around his, whispering something against his lips that sounds like love. In turn, he pushes as slowly as he can, trying his hardest not to reach his destination before she’s even found out where she’s going.

He finds her clit with his thumb after a moment, rubbing it in circles the way she likes it. She pulls away from his lips, throwing her head back with a moan that makes him grit his teeth. He finds her throat with his teeth when his drive becomes too frenzied, lips sucking on the delicate skin, love bites blossoming in pretty purples.

“Sasuke-kun,” she whispers between a particularly delightful moan. “Sasuke-kun, shit, I’m so close.”

He thrusts into her harder, creating a delicious friction that is nearly too much for him. Then he feels her clench around him, walls fluttering in the most satisfying way. Not even a moment later does he finish, coming as he thrusts inside her, feverishly, growling.

He stays inside of her when he’s finished, sensitive and twitching. He pulls away from her neck, pressing tiny kisses to her forehead, and cheeks, cupping her face in the palm of his hands. He presses his lips against her nose, and jaw, and then her lips. When he pulls away, she’s smiling in the way that makes his stomach burst with butterflies.

“I missed you,” she finally says, repeats, with a long sigh. She kisses him back, mouth warm and sweet. “I love you.”

The bottom floor of the library is sometimes too quiet, but Sakura isn’t one to complain. They find an empty table close to the sociological journals, within walking distance of the databases, and set up base. There isn’t a single soul around, and Sakura much prefers it this way.

She hikes her feet up on the empty chair across from her, leans her head back and sighs, loudly.

“Bored already?” Sasuke asks, and casts her an amused glance. “It’s barely been an hour.”

“Yeah, well,” she whines, and throws down her pencil, effectively breaking the led. She frowns. “This research paper is stupid.”

“Perhaps you should have followed the timeline the professor gave us,” he says, removing his hands from the keyboard and folding them in front of him. “Maybe you wouldn’t be so behind, then.”

She scoffs. “I’m not behind,” she lies. “Just bored.”

He runs his hand over his face, brushing his hangs out of his eyes, and sighs. “I’m nearly finished with the first body paragraph. I can help you research when I’m done, if you’d like.”

Her lips twitch into a smile. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun.”

He casts her a withering glance—a glance that tells her he knows exactly what she wants, knows exactly what she’s trying to do—before returning to his laptop. She hears the keyboard click away, the only sound save for a few conversations drifting in and out from the distance.

Sakura reaches for her pencil and pumps out new led. She aimlessly begins jotting notes down, things she remembers, things that could help a thesis she should have formulated weeks ago. When her page is nearly full, she reads it over once, twice, and glowers when she finds nothing in the wreckage of her chicken scratch.

Deciding she’ll wait for Sasuke, she leans back in her chair, puts her pencil down gently, and stretches her hands to the ceiling with a groan. Sasuke looks up at her, annoyed more than amused, and she flashes him a winning smile he rolls his eyes at before looking back to his work. She crosses her legs, and leans her head back, closing her eyes to rest.

That is when she hears it.

Sasuke looks up again, sighing loudly, exasperated. “Do you have to make so many noises? The longer it takes for me to do this, the longer it takes for me to help you.”

Sakura’s lips curl into a coy smile. “That wasn’t me.”

“Well then, who was it?” he asks. “We’re the only one’s here, Sakura.”

Sakura is about to open her mouth to respond, telling him she doesn’t have the faintest idea when another loud, passionate moan rips through the open area. When she sees Sasuke’s cheeks turn red, she says, “See? Told you.”

“They can’t possibly be…” he says, trailing off at the sound of a giggle.

“Oh, I think they are,” she says, and laughs when she hears a particularly raunchy groan from their mystery moaner’s counterpart.

He fixes her with an embarrassed glare. “Whatever,” he says, and turns back to his computer, thoroughly flushed, when he hears a very loud whimper. “At least somebody’s have fun,” he muses, before diving back into his essay.

Sakura laughs. “What did you just say?”

A tiny smirk flickers on his lips. “Let me finish, Sakura,” he says, and she hears him begin typing again.

She thinks for a moment before an idea pops into her head; clear in the quirk of her lips into a smirk of her own. She leans across the table, stretching, trying to ignore what she’s sure are very, very loud pants. “Can’t you just help me now, Sasuke-kun?” she whines, and bats her eyelashes when he flickers his gaze towards her. “If you help me, you can get back to your essay much quicker, Sasuke-kun.”

“Not now, Sakura,” he warns.

She leans closer, pressing her breasts against the desk table to create cleavage tempting enough to get him to look. When he doesn’t, she pouts. “Please, Sasuke-kun?” she asks, maybe too sweetly. “Just help me find a journal, something to read while you work. Pretty please, Sasuke-kun?”

He sighs, loudly, before turning his glare from his computer screen, to her. He purses his lips, and says, “Fine.” She smiles. “I’ll help you find one damn journal, okay? But then I have to finish this paragraph.”

“Thank you, Sasuke-kun,” she says, and stands. She reaches across the table and takes his hand in hers, yanking him out of his chair to follow her.

“You should really do your own work,” he tells her, following her to a particularly far off stack of journals in a corner barely in seeing—or hearing—distance from their desk. “What do you think you’ll find in these old files?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. Nevertheless, he follows her down the old stack of yellowed, smelly journals, and stops when she does.

She reaches for a random journal before passing it to him. “What do you think of this, Sasuke-kun?”

He frowns. “This has nothing to do with any of the recommended topics,” he tells her, and replaces it on the shelf. “None of these do, Sakura.”

“What a bother,” she says, before turning and smiling up at him. Trailing her fingers up his chest, she wraps her arms around his neck before pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Well, now that we’re here…”

“Sakura,” he warns, but it only makes her smile widen. She takes a step closer, pressing herself against his chest. “What are you doing?”

“I just thought we could have a little fun, too,” she says, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “Like you said.” She pushes her lips against the corners of his mouth, trails kisses down his neck, to the hem of his t-shirt.

He shivers, but presses his hands to her shoulders, pushing her away gently. “No, Sakura,” he tells her, shaking his head. “We have work to do.”

“I’m sure they do, too,” she says, and reaches back to wrap her arms around him. He doesn’t look happy, but he doesn’t push her away, either. “Come on, Sasuke-kun. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“We could fail those stupid essays and not get the credit for introduction to sociology?” he asks, but lets her kiss his cheeks, his jaw, his throat. “We could get caught?”

She snorts. “I doubt that,” she says, and presses a particularly long kiss to the base of his throat, a kiss that elicits a tiny sound, a soft groan that sounds a little like victory. “And there’s no one down here. It’s so quiet, we’ll know if someone’s coming.”

“I don’t know…” he says, hands wandering to her hips. She smiles against his neck, and sucks on a sensitive spot. “Someone could hear us,” he claims between growing breaths. “We heard them.”

“They just weren’t hiding well enough,” she explains, and pulls him into a heated kiss before he can say otherwise.

The bottom floor of the library is sometimes too quiet, but Sakura isn’t one to complain. They find an empty table close to the sociological journals, within walking distance of the databases, and set up base. There isn’t a single soul around, and Sakura much prefers it this way.

She hikes her feet up on the empty chair across from her, leans her head back and sighs, loudly.

“Bored already?” Sasuke asks, and casts her an amused glance. “It’s barely been an hour.”

“Yeah, well,” she whines, and throws down her pencil, effectively breaking the led. She frowns. “This research paper is stupid.”

“Perhaps you should have followed the timeline the professor gave us,” he says, removing his hands from the keyboard and folding them in front of him. “Maybe you wouldn’t be so behind, then.”

She scoffs. “I’m not behind,” she lies. “Just bored.”

He runs his hand over his face, brushing his hangs out of his eyes, and sighs. “I’m nearly finished with the first body paragraph. I can help you research when I’m done, if you’d like.”

Her lips twitch into a smile. “Thank you, Sasuke-kun.”

He casts her a withering glance—a glance that tells her he knows exactly what she wants, knows exactly what she’s trying to do—before returning to his laptop. She hears the keyboard click away, the only sound save for a few conversations drifting in and out from the distance.

Sakura reaches for her pencil and pumps out new led. She aimlessly begins jotting notes down, things she remembers, things that could help a thesis she should have formulated weeks ago. When her page is nearly full, she reads it over once, twice, and glowers when she finds nothing in the wreckage of her chicken scratch.

Deciding she’ll wait for Sasuke, she leans back in her chair, puts her pencil down gently, and stretches her hands to the ceiling with a groan. Sasuke looks up at her, annoyed more than amused, and she flashes him a winning smile he rolls his eyes at before looking back to his work. She crosses her legs, and leans her head back, closing her eyes to rest.

That is when she hears it.

Sasuke looks up again, sighing loudly, exasperated. “Do you have to make so many noises? The longer it takes for me to do this, the longer it takes for me to help you.”

Sakura’s lips curl into a coy smile. “That wasn’t me.”

“Well then, who was it?” he asks. “We’re the only one’s here, Sakura.”

Sakura is about to open her mouth to respond, telling him she doesn’t have the faintest idea when another loud, passionate moan rips through the open area. When she sees Sasuke’s cheeks turn red, she says, “See? Told you.”

“They can’t possibly be…” he says, trailing off at the sound of a giggle.

“Oh, I think they are,” she says, and laughs when she hears a particularly raunchy groan from their mystery moaner’s counterpart.

He fixes her with an embarrassed glare. “Whatever,” he says, and turns back to his computer, thoroughly flushed, when he hears a very loud whimper. “At least somebody’s have fun,” he muses, before diving back into his essay.

Sakura laughs. “What did you just say?”

A tiny smirk flickers on his lips. “Let me finish, Sakura,” he says, and she hears him begin typing again.

She thinks for a moment before an idea pops into her head; clear in the quirk of her lips into a smirk of her own. She leans across the table, stretching, trying to ignore what she’s sure are very, very loud pants. “Can’t you just help me now, Sasuke-kun?” she whines, and bats her eyelashes when he flickers his gaze towards her. “If you help me, you can get back to your essay much quicker, Sasuke-kun.”

“Not now, Sakura,” he warns.

She leans closer, pressing her breasts against the desk table to create cleavage tempting enough to get him to look. When he doesn’t, she pouts. “Please, Sasuke-kun?” she asks, maybe too sweetly. “Just help me find a journal, something to read while you work. Pretty please, Sasuke-kun?”

He sighs, loudly, before turning his glare from his computer screen, to her. He purses his lips, and says, “Fine.” She smiles. “I’ll help you find one damn journal, okay? But then I have to finish this paragraph.”

“Thank you, Sasuke-kun,” she says, and stands. She reaches across the table and takes his hand in hers, yanking him out of his chair to follow her.

“You should really do your own work,” he tells her, following her to a particularly far off stack of journals in a corner barely in seeing—or hearing—distance from their desk. “What do you think you’ll find in these old files?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. Nevertheless, he follows her down the old stack of yellowed, smelly journals, and stops when she does.

She reaches for a random journal before passing it to him. “What do you think of this, Sasuke-kun?”

He frowns. “This has nothing to do with any of the recommended topics,” he tells her, and replaces it on the shelf. “None of these do, Sakura.”

“What a bother,” she says, before turning and smiling up at him. Trailing her fingers up his chest, she wraps her arms around his neck before pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Well, now that we’re here…”

“Sakura,” he warns, but it only makes her smile widen. She takes a step closer, pressing herself against his chest. “What are you doing?”

“I just thought we could have a little fun, too,” she says, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “Like you said.” She pushes her lips against the corners of his mouth, trails kisses down his neck, to the hem of his t-shirt.

He shivers, but presses his hands to her shoulders, pushing her away gently. “No, Sakura,” he tells her, shaking his head. “We have work to do.”

“I’m sure they do, too,” she says, and reaches back to wrap her arms around him. He doesn’t look happy, but he doesn’t push her away, either. “Come on, Sasuke-kun. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“We could fail those stupid essays and not get the credit for introduction to sociology?” he asks, but lets her kiss his cheeks, his jaw, his throat. “We could get caught?”

She snorts. “I doubt that,” she says, and presses a particularly long kiss to the base of his throat, a kiss that elicits a tiny sound, a soft groan that sounds a little like victory. “And there’s no one down here. It’s so quiet, we’ll know if someone’s coming.”

“I don’t know…” he says, hands wandering to her hips. She smiles against his neck, and sucks on a sensitive spot. “Someone could hear us,” he claims between growing breaths. “We heard them.”

“They just weren’t hiding well enough,” she explains, and pulls him into a heated kiss before he can say otherwise.

she laughed into the receiver, twirling a piece of long, frizzy pink hair around her finger. “i’m not dressed, sasuke-kun!” she also hadn’t showered all day, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.

she heard him scoff. “isn’t that that point?” he mumbled.

“maybe,” she sang, and crossed one leg over the other. the clock read well past midnight next to her, and they both knew that her mother would catch him if he made an attempt to sneak in. it was pouring, anyway, and she wasn’t going to make him drive in that. “or maybe you’re just insatiable,” she whispered, tried to make her voice as throaty as possible. she hoped it sounded more sexy than sickly.

she heard him swallow, loudly, and held back a giggle. “can you blame me, sakura? you drive me crazy.”

a/n: this was so fun and different for me! I've never done anything with this kink before and I'm delighted to have it in my roister now. 18+ only. Est relationship, abs riding ofc.

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“You want to do what?” Rock Lee’s face was beet red.

“Don’t be like that.” Arms folded, you giggled as Lee shrunk away from two girls walking by, as though they would hear what you had said three seconds ago. “Lee, c’mon, it’s not like we haven’t done kinkier things.”

time traveler au

haunted hotel au

ghost hunters au

forced marriage au

queen/king and poor villager au

bar attendant and drunkard au

hipsters au

one of them is mute/deaf/blind au

rock star and pop star au

bodyguard au

romeo and juliet au

false identities au

meeting at the gym au

sitting next to each other while watching a movie/seeing a play au

famous person and fan meeting at the red carpet au

pirates au

music school au

vampires au

werewolves au

friendzone au

exes trying to make each other jealous au

best friends that accidentally have a one night stand au

nobility au

teachers with a strong rivalry au

summer love au

scientists au

blind date au

secret admirer au

airport au

director and actor in the same movie au

dystopia au

friends with benefits au

fictional character coming to life for a day au

strip club au

internet famous au

members of the same band au

writers criticizing each other’s works au

our children are classmates and they hate each other au

walking our dogs in the park au

traveling the world together au

demons and angels au

hunters of supernatural creatures au

aliens au

dealer and pothead au

greek mythology au

punks au

god and worshipper au

swapped bodies for a day au

superhero and villain au

knights au

high school sweetheart au

k-drama au

selling soul to a demon au

assassins who are targeting each other au

adoptive siblings au

porn stars au

crushing on the same person au

speak different languages au

locked inside the janitor’s room au

cw: overstim ノ“just one more” sex logic ノ dubcon(?) ノ explicit content ϑϱ

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Lee doesn’t fuck. He trains.

It’s in the eyes from the start—wide, determined, burning with that same intensity he gets right before he challenges someone twice his size to a spar he knows he’ll lose. But this? This is a whole new battlefield, and your body is the terrain he’s about to run full-speed through with absolutely no self-preservation instinct.

He’s shirtless before you can blink, tan chest already slick with sweat from god knows what—push-ups? Mid-air flips? The burning shame of popping a boner the second you started undressing?

“Is this okay?” he blurts, face red but voice still deadly focused. “I want to make this experience fulfilling for you in every way possible...!”

You nod—barely.

And he pounces.

"You really have never gotten a blowjob, Cho?" You ask in a sweet purr. You know exactly what you're doing. Choso, despite being one of the most handsome men that you have ever encountered was one of the least experienced. Sure, he was great at dry humping, at moaning softly in your ear as you straddle yourself over his lap. But sex seemed so foreign to him, so alien. And you, were determined to change that.

"No, never." His voice shakes a little as you slowly get up from the egde of your bed, leaving him sitting there alone. And then get on your pretty knees. His lashes flutter, already throbbing at the sight of you in such a position. He swallows down, hard, as you press kisses to his clothed cock through his pants, trying his hardest not to shake like a leaf. "Are you really going to—?" He gasps quietly when your fingers find the zipper of his pants, slowly freeing his cock from its confinements. It springs out of his pants and hits him in the abdomen softly as it hardens even further, the tip a pretty pink that was slowly turning red.

"You have such a pretty cock, Cho. Has anyone ever told you?" You tease, pumping it a little. He throws his head back, oversensitive. And there's your answer. Your lips come to press a smooch right at the tip, where pre-cum is leaking like a broken faucet. A whimper leaves his lips, completely out of control as he looks back at you. The eye contact makes his dick throb, his face grow red. And you grin, predatory. "You'll be fine... Don't worry." Finally, your tongue peeks out, pretty and pink. Sloooowly lapping it up, from the base to the tip. He shudders, mouth agape as his hands instinctively find your hair.

"___—" He whines. "Baby, please." He begs, and you take as much as you can of him in your mouth. His cock isn't precisely small, precisely comfortable to deal with, you can feel the tip poking at the back of your throat, the sensation of the heavy object pleasant over your tongue. And right where his black pubes start to tickle your nose, right at the base. You hollow your cheeks and suck. With the way he moans, you swear you can feel his soul leaving his body. Fingers digging at your scalp as he guides your movements sloppily, fucking your mouth how he wants it. You only close your eyes, enjoying the ride. And then you run out of air, and feel in need to tap his leg for him to let go.

You take a moment to breathe, drool and pre cum pooling at your chin. And he breathes as heavily as you, completely gone for a moment.

"I'm— I'm sorry, baby. Did that hu—!" He isn't able to finish the sentence before your mouth wraps around his balls, and you suck. He cums with the loudest moan of your name, painting your face white.

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