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Shikamaru should have never let Ino convince him to go clubbing.
It was Saturday night, and the club was cooking. He had worked all damn morning at Icha Icha’s, a hole in the wall bar, and the last thing he had wanted to do was stand on his feet all night, and watch a bunch of drunk people dry hump each while he had to remain sober. Damn him, and his propensity for making promises he knew he would end up regretting.
All of his friends seemed to be enjoying themselves: Sakura, Ino, Kiba, and Naruto were tearing up the dance floor. Chouji and Tenten were knocking back the drinks, Lee was enthusiastically chatting with the bemused bartender while Hinata stood by, people watching. Shikamaru should have taken a page out of Shino’s book and stayed home to do literally anything else.
An arm wrapped around his shoulder. “Shikaaamaruuuuu,” Ino cooed.
He sighed, “Yeah?”
“You look like you’re having a terrible time.”
He glanced down at the water bottle in his hand, “Really wishing had something stronger.”
She slapped his back, “You’re fine. You can muddle through it. Anyways, I stopped dancing with my hot girlfriend long enough to tell you something.”
Oh, he didn’t like this. “And what would that be?”
Ino regarded him seriously; he could tell she was lit as hell, “For my birthday, I want you to get yourself a piece of ass tonight. That would be the best present you could give me.”
He nodded his head, “There’s a few problems with that, Ino.”
“Like what?”
“One, your birthday was two weeks, and we already celebrated it. Two, I went in halfway with Chouji on those needlessly expensive heels you wanted so I don’t need to get you another present—“
“And they’re AWESOME, I love them so much,” Ino lifted her leg up to show off her sleek, black stilettos that put Shikamaru back about $150. “You’re such a good friend, I love you—“
“And three,” he cut her off, “I rather not.”
“Don’t be such a spoilsport,” Ino whined, shaking his shoulders, “You’re over here so tense, and miserable. Find yourself a sexy lady to dance up on, then take her back to your place to have your way with her.”
“No.”
Sakura wandered over to them, very drunk, “Ino come on, it’s OUR song! We have to get down.”
“Sakura, my pink cupcake, I love you. You’re so perfect.” Ino gave her a big, sloppy kiss, then pulled her back to the dance floor.
Shikamaru shook his head, watching their retreating backs. He glanced at his phone. It was almost midnight and he just wanted to go home. Everyone looked to be busy, so maybe they wouldn’t notice if he slipped out. Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked up and met the gaze of a woman who was across the way from him. First thing Shikmaru noticed was that she was drop-dead gorgeous. The second was how short her dress was, and how long the heels she wore made her legs look. The third was the shark-like grin that spread across her face when their eyes met.
Uh oh.
She approached him, hips swaying like a metronome; his eyes followed their movements. He quietly chastised himself for staring, and desperately hoped that she wasn’t about to ask him to dance. “Hey there,” she greeted him, hip cocked to the side, hand resting on it.
“Sup.” He sucked down some water to keep his hands busy; they wanted to roam the curves of her body, but he needed to not be animal, and keep them to himself.
She stood a little closer to him to speak; the music was a little loud and it was hard to hear her otherwise, “I think we might be the only sober people in here.”
He noticed that she too was carrying a water bottle, “Probably. My friends made me come out here tonight. I didn’t have any intent on drinking. It’s a real drag.”
“Those your friends?” The woman pointed at the grouping of Ino and everyone. Lee was attempting to dance, with Naruto and Kiba egging him on. It was a complete, and utter disaster.
“Unfortunately.”
She laughed; it was obnoxious, but because she was so close, her breath made his hair stand on end. “Someone needs to go cut off Eyebrows’, he’s had too much.”
“That guy is 100% sober, I’m sorry to say.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“Tell me about it. I feel bad for the people he’s flailing into.”
She chuckled again. Shikamaru studied her face; yeah, she was beautiful. There was something wild about her eyes, and the way her grin spread across her face lightning-fast made his heart speed up. He wanted to get closer, wanted to feel her pressed against him. Shikamaru leaned into her ear, “What’s your name?”
“Temari. What’s your’s, stranger?”
“Shikamaru.”
“Well, Shikamaru, do you smoke?”
“Depends on what you’re asking about.” Temari pulled out a crumpled pack of smokes from her jacket pocket. “Oh yeah, I could go for a cigarette.” Without another word, she took his hand and led him outside with her.
The air was chilly compared to the stuffy heat of the club. Shikamaru pulled out his zippo and own pack of cigarettes, “I’ll be real with you, I thought you were coming over to ask me to dance.”
“I take it you don’t dance?”
“I’m patently terrible at it.”
Temari adjusted her pigtails, and Shikamaru was overcome with the urge to pull them out and run his hands through her hair, “If we’re keeping it real, I wasn’t even going to bother. You look like you don’t have an ounce of rhythm in your body.”
He scowled, “How does someone look like they can’t dance.”
Her bright teal eyes reflect the neon lights of the club’s sign, “You just have an aura about you that screams your inability to do even the Macarena.”
“Hey? Eat a dick.”
“Maybe later, if you’re good.”
Shikamaru almost inhaled his cigarette, and stared at the smirk that graced her face. “Is that an offer?”
“I don’t know,” she plucked the cigarette out of his mouth, then stepped close to him, their chests almost touching, “Is it?”
He didn’t know what it was about her that made him ache to touch her. Her aura was dripped with pure sex appeal, and all he wanted was to taste her. Shikamaru took the cigarette out of her hand, threw it to the ground, and then pulled her close, claiming her lips with his. She responded immediately, pressing herself against him, sliding her tongue into his mouth.
She broke off to look him in the eyes, her gaze fierce, body radiating an indescribable amount of want, “Take me home with you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command.
“Bossy woman,” he muttered, before kissing her one more time. “My apartment is a couple blocks away, we could walk—“
“We’ll take my car,” she interrupted, “I’m not leaving it out of my sight.” She laced their fingers together and tugged him towards the parking lot. Shikamaru assumed she probably drove a cute, average car, but was almost knocked over when she approached a sleek, black Audi, unlock the doors with a push of a button.
“Nice car,” he said weakly.
“Thanks,” she grinned at him, “Perks of the job.”
That made him fleetingly curious as to what she did for a living, but when they got into the car, and she slid her hand up his thigh to palm his erection while sticking her tongue back down his throat, the sharp desire to rip her clothes off and fuck her senselessly took over his brain, and the thought was forgotten.
They barely made it through the apartment door before Temari jumped on him, mouth crashing against his. Her kisses were fast and hard, but he managed to get the door closed and locked before he matched her ferociousness.
“Put your arms around my neck,” he whispered into her mouth, not wanting to break the kiss long enough to look at her. She did as she was instructed; Shikamaru picked her up by the back of her thighs, and carried her into his room, continuing to make out with her the whole way. He placed her on the bed, and slid his shoes off, followed by his socks. Temari scrabbled at his belt, undoing his pants, not wasting anytime; she pulled his boxers down and out sprang his dick, red and throbbing.
Her mouth descended on him, taking him all the way to the back of her throat while he was in the middle of taking off his shirt, causing him to almost topple over. “Holy shit, do you not have a gag reflex?”
She looked up at him and winked, not stopping her ministrations for a second.
Shikamaru’s hands hovered over her head, unsure if he should grab her while she did her magic. She made the decision for him; in one fluid motion, she pulled both pigtails out, then grabbed his hands and buried them deep within her tresses. Unable to help himself, he thrusted lightly into her mouth. Temari allowed it, but after a few minutes of sucking him off, she pulled back. “Touch me,” she demanded, stroking his spit-covered cock.
He couldn’t say no to that request; he discarded his jeans and boxers, then pulled her to a standing position. With more care than she took with his pants, Shikamaru pulled her dress up over her head, then kissed her throat, using teeth to give her sucking kisses down her neck to her collarbone. His hands ghosted across her skin to her back, unhooking her bra in one try.
“Color me impressed, you got that one in shot,” Temari complimented him as she slid the straps down her shoulders, freeing her breasts.
“It’s not hard. Anyone who says otherwise is stupid.” Her response to that was a throaty moan, as Shikamaru clamped his lips down on one of her nipples and gave a hard suck. She pulled his ponytail out, running her hands through his hair, tugging on his strands, making him use his teeth against her soft skin.
He pushed her down on the bed, she scrambled to get her head against his pillows, anticipating his next move. With two tugs, Shikamaru pulled her heels off and discarded them into the floor; her underwear joined them next. Not one to wait for an engraved invitation, Shikamaru got down between her legs, and placed his mouth against her pussy, sucking on her clit.
She moaned sweetly, and Shikamaru decided that he was into the noises she was making. He kept it up, going between sucking her clit and crooking his finger inside of her, and giving long, slow, lazy licks. She was throbbing in his mouth, and when she came, she grabbed the back of his head and mashed it against her, riding the wave of pleasure out.
When Temari was done, he sat back up on his knees; her bright eyes met his, “Fuck me,” she demanded.
“Top drawer of the nightstand has my condoms.”
Temari leaned over and opened the draw, fishing out a foil packet; she tossed it to him. He ripped it open with his teeth, then pinched the end of the condom and rolled it down his shaft. “Ready?”
“Fuck. Me.” She repeated, lifting her ass up to put a pillow underneath her for better access.
Shikamaru did as he was told, he used his hand to guide his cock to her entrance, and slide inside of her. They both inhaled sharply as he took her to the hilt.
For his part, it had been at least six months since Shikamaru had last had sex. So, he went into this endeavor with the expectation that the feeling of her would be amplified, and that he would have to be careful not to bust so quickly.
What he hadn’t expected was just how intense she would feel. Temari felt perfect. The way she gripped his cock, moaned his name, raked her nails down his back, met his thrusts without losing the rhythm. Shikamaru felt like he was on fire. Unable to stop himself, he picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder and deeper, those throaty moans that tore from her throat music to his ears.
It was all he could do to not just blow his load.
There was nothing else in this world, but her. He pounded into her, his breath coming out in pants. “Fuck,” he groaned, sitting up and pushing her legs towards her. The new angle caused Temari’s moans to get louder, her to tense around him harder. He was not going to last much longer, and he needed to get her off before he made a fucking fool of himself.
As if on cue, Temari sobbed out “Shikamaru!” and he felt her pulse around his dick. He choked out her name, and let go, pouring himself into the condom. He felt white hot all over, like he had plunged off of a cliff and into a sea of lava.
After he finished, Shikamaru sat back up on his knees, slid the condom off, tied the opening off, then took it to the bathroom to the throw it away. When he got back, Temari was already curled up under the covers, almost passed out. Clicking off the lamp beside his bed, Shikamaru crawled in beside her.
“That was awesome,” she mumbled as she turned towards him, lazy, sleepy smile on her face.
“That was pretty fucking fantastic.”
The moon shone through his curtains, casting a pale, blue glow over her. She was so goddamn pretty. He just wanted to hold and kiss her. It wasn’t standard operating procedure for a one-night stand, but Shikamaru couldn’t help himself. “Do you want to, y’know, cuddle?”
Temari regarded him for a moment, as if he were a puzzle. He regretted asking until she scooted closer to him, throwing an arm over his waist. Shikamaru wrapped his arms around her, and nuzzled into her hair.
“G’night,” she whispered.
“Night,” he murmured back, sleep claiming him.
She got him again twice the next morning.
He woke up to her hand on his morning wood and a maniac gleam in her eyes. Shikamaru rolled over onto his back while she grabbed the condom, put it on him, and rode him hard.
The second time was in the bathroom. Temari had asked him if he wanted to shower with her, and he couldn’t say no to that face, or deny wanting to be around her while she was naked. They didn’t even make it into the shower. He bent her over the sink, and fucked her from behind, while watching her face in the mirror. When she climaxed, their eyes met in the mirror, and Shikamaru’s own orgasm came up so fast, it left him winded.
After they showered, and got dressed (she stole one of his shirts, basketball shorts, and a pair of flip flops that Ino had left), he made her breakfast. It wasn’t something he did whenever he had one night stands, but Temari just gave him the ride of his life, and she was too cute in his clothes so he couldn’t not feed her.
“These are good pancakes,” she commented as she dug in.
“They’re not pretty, but they’re serviceable.” He leaned against the counter, drinking coffee.
“Can I be real about something?”
“Isn’t that the basis this new friendship has been founded on?”
She smiled at him, “I was watching you last night, and I thought that girl who had her arm around you was your girlfriend until she started making out with that pink-haired chick.”
“Who, Ino? Nah,” he shook his head, “She’s like a sister, and also a lesbian.” He put his cup down beside him, crooked grin sliding across his face, “So, you admit to watching me. How long were you?”
Temari tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him, “Not long, believe it or not. You caught my eye a little bit after I got in there.”
“Why me?”
“Because you looked miserable.”
Shikamaru scoffed, “And that’s attractive?”
“Not really,” she admitted, “Your face is what’s attractive. I just wanted to know why someone would look so pissed off while in the club.”
He shook his head, “That’s a weird reason.”
“Considering how I rocked your world last night, I wouldn’t complain too much.”
She had him there. “Yeah, yeah, why don’t you brag about it.”
Temari chortled, stuffing the last bite of pancake into her mouth, “Maybe I will.” She glanced down at her phone, “I need to get going, I have to be back in Suna in a reasonable amount of time.”
“You live in Suna?? Why the hell are you in Konoha?”
She shrugged, “Konoha has a better nightlife. Besides, it’s only an hour drive.”
“I guess. That sounds like more trouble than it’s worth.”
“Not really. I can make the drive in my sleep.”
Shikamaru got her a bag to put her clothes from the night before in, then insisted on walking her to her car. This really wasn’t one-night stand procedure, but Shikamaru felt a little different about this one.
They stood in front of her car and smoked.
“I had a good time last night,” she said, puffing on her cigarette
“Me too. We should hang out again sometime.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
She looked up at him with blazing eyes, thinking it over. After a beat of silence, she nodded, “You know what? We should. What’s your number?”
They exchanged numbers, texting each other to ensure they got it right.
“Well,” she snubbed out her cigarette, “I better get going.”
He did the same. “Yeah, you’ve got a long drive ahead of you.”
Temari hesitated for a moment, then gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before getting into her car. “I’ll text you when I get home.”
His lips were tingling. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
She waved, then started her car, and pulled away.
Shikamaru sat and watched her taillights until he realized his phone was buzzing with notifications. Oh, shit, he forgot to tell them where he was. He pulled his phone out, and started answering the avalanche of messages he had.
It was 10 o’clock in the morning on Wednesday, and Shikamaru was at the same place he always was: laying on the couch in his therapist’s office.
“So, you had a one-night stand, and now you’re kind of friends?” Asuma asked, leaning back in his chair comfortably.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Shikamaru had been going to Asuma and Kurenai Sarutobi’s mental health clinic since he was sixteen. His father Shikaku, a decorated police detective, was gunned down alongside his partner, Ino’s father Inoichi, while in pursuit of a suspect. When that happened, Shikamaru went off the deep end, falling into heavy drinking and smoking waaay too much weed.
Shikamaru’s mother made him start going to a therapist when Chouza, Chouji’s dad recommended Asuma to her. At first, Shikamaru was adamantly against it, but after Chouji talked about how much Asuma had helped him, and Shikamaru met the man himself, he decided to give a chance.
Fast forward eight years, and he was still going.
“And you met her…at a club?”
“Yeah. I didn’t drink though. Ino made me promise, and you know how she is if you break your promise.” Ino had been seeing Asuma for the same amount of time as Shikamaru has.
“I do,” he rubbed his chin, “So, I’m guessing this experience was better than your last one-night stand.”
Shikmaru winced when he remembered, “Yeah, that was fucking nightmare.” The girl he brought home turned into a Class 5 Clinger, and he had to have Ino and Sakura to get her to back off. “Unlike that mess, talking with Temari is nice. She’s articulate, and funny. We have similar tastes. She’s also obnoxious and annoying.”
Asuma tilted his head slightly at him, “That’s contradictory.”
“Nah, nah, hear me out,” Shikamaru waved his hand. “She’s a nice person, but she’s loud, brash, and clearly doesn’t give a single fuck about what anyone thinks of her. She told me the other day that she just flew all over some guy at her work because he was being a shithead. Apparently, he’s some big wig, but she said she didn’t care, he was being a dickhole.”
“Where does she work at?”
“See, that’s the thing. I don’t know. She changes the subject whenever I ask. Like, last time, she asked me about my job, and I told her I was bartender for a shitty dive bar five blocks from my apartment. And she acted fascinated with it,” Shikamaru turned his head to look at Asuma, “It was odd.”
Asuma shrugged, “Sounds like she’s interested in your life, but holding back on her own.”
“I figured she’s doing something like that. But I just don’t know why.”
“Maybe she’s a private person like that. You guys have only known each other for like, what, four or five days?”
“That’s true.”
Asuma looked down at the notebook that sat on his desk, “How’s your insomnia?”
“Still sucks.”
“Any nightmares?”
“Same ol’, same ol’.”
Asuma rubbed his beard again, “When do you see Kurenai?” Kurenai was a psychiatrist, while Asuma was just a therapist.
“Two weeks from today.”
“Talk to her about it. I don’t want you to go on sleep medication again if we can help it.” He glanced at the clock again. “Looks like it’s about that time. We’ll pick up our chess game again next week. Sorry we didn’t get to play today.”
“It’s fine,” Shikamaru said as he stood up, stretching his arms. “I’ll just kick your ass next week.”
Asuma walked him to the door, “I don’t know. I’ve been practicing with Mirai. I think I might get you.”
“Asuma, she’s like three.”
His therapist guffawed, “She’s good at moving those pieces, I swear.”
Shikamaru payed his co-pay then waved goodbye, “See you next week.”
“I’ll be here. Call me if you need anything.”
When he got outside, Shikamaru checked his phone. Temari had been pretty busy today, so he was surprised when he saw that he had a missed call from her. He dialed her number; she picked it up on the first ring. “Hey.”
“I saw that you called me, what’s up?”
“You doing anything tomorrow?”
“I got work in the morning, but I’ll be free around five.”
He heard that shark grin in her voice, “Wanna meet up and buy me dinner?”
“Buy you dinner?” He asked in mock horror, “Oh no. It’d almost be like a date.”
“That’s the idea, Shikamaru.”
He choked on air a little bit at that, “You’re so forward, you troublesome woman.”
“Is that a no?”
“It’s a yes. I was just caught off guard.”
She laughed, “I’ll meet you at your place tomorrow evening. See you then.”
“Yeah, later.” Shikamaru hung up the phone, and wondered what the hell had he gotten himself into.