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Temari normally prided herself on the fact that her boyfriend never wanted for anything. Not because she was particularly generous, but because Shikamaru was just very easy to please. It was quite endearing, in a way. He was almost like a cat in the sense that all he ever wanted was a quiet place for him to relax and be by himself—although she never knew of a cat that smoked as much as Shikamaru did.
However, on the very rare occasion that he would ask for something, she always found herself giving in. Especially because he never begged her for anything except for this one thing. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if he was ever as passionate about anything that wasn’t the thought of her sitting on his face while he ate her out.
At first, she thought he was messing with her, even though that was undoubtedly uncharacteristic of him. Perhaps deep down she was just hoping it was a joke. But no. He was dead serious, as he was about everything.
For weeks, every time he had his head between her legs, he’d pull up for just a second, his lips glistening with her wetness, mumbling something like, “You know, you should be riding my face right now,” or “I bet this would feel so much better if you were sitting on my face.” She’d pull on his hair and force him back down, if only just to hide the red blush that bloomed on her cheeks from his words, how he sounded when he said them, voice hoarse and so needy.
It was fucking embarrassing, but she found herself wanting it too. She’d never done it before. She was on the heavier side—had been her whole life—and it wasn’t that she was particularly insecure about her what her body looked like, it’s just that she was very aware of it.
Eventually, she gave in to his begging. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thinking about it constantly since the first time he brought it up.
That was how they had came to be in the position they were currently in—both completely naked, Temari sat on top of Shikamaru’s lap.
“I’m afraid I’ll suffocate you,” she’d said to him with a shaky laugh, and he scoffed—half with amusement, half with mock-offense.
“I’m not fragile, Temari.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know, Mr. Tough Guy. But I’m–”
“You’re what?” he interrupted, his eyebrows furrowed, on the brink of irritation.
“You know,” she snapped, eyes blazing.
Recognizing her internal dilemma, he let his voice soften as he told her, “Come here.”
He palmed her naked hips, bringing her forward, from his lap to his bare chest. Between her thighs was slick, leaving behind a trail of wetness on his abdomen as he forced her further up his body, consequently grinding herself on his muscles. She had to hold back a shiver just from the sensation.
Now, he had to tilt his head up to make eye contact, and her breath hitched as she looked down at him. That look on his face, like he needed this—like he wasn’t even doing it for her, only for his own pleasure. And for some reason, that expression alone was tantalizing, knowing that he got off on this just as much as she did—if not, then more.
“Shikamaru,” she complained, “I don’t–”
“Shut up,” he said, and it came out as a growl more than anything else. He pressed his face into her inner thigh, baring his teeth before biting the sensitive flesh.
Temari’s hips jerked forward instinctively, as she pressed her fingers into his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Ah– Stop, you fuck–”
“You want me to stop?” he mumbled around her skin. “You know what to do, baby. You can overpower me so easily.”
He looked back up at her, eyelids hooded with reverence, his thumb trailing over the wet bite mark he left until it got closer and closer to where she wanted him the most. But still not enough—of course, he was always such a tease. Fingers ghosting over her slit, featherlight, causing her to let out a shudder despite herself.
“You want it, hm?” he smirked. “So wet for me, Tem. Making a damn mess.”
“Shut up,” she said, but it came out more as a groan, and she covered her face in humiliation. “Shikamaru– I don’t… I’m fucking nervous, okay?”
He sighed softly, rolled his eyes just a bit. “So stop it. You’re never scared when you’re in battle, during missions that have your life on the line. This is what scares you? Mm… I’m disappointed.”
“That’s not the same and you know it.”
He hummed, then gave a slight nod. “You’re right. It’s actually worse. You’re being a baby right now, you know that?”
Her face heated up with annoyance. “I’m just worried about you, you bastard!”
“Why?” His tone was irritatingly casual. He was doing it on purpose, egging her on. He wasn’t even trying that hard to unravel her, but she took the bait easily, just like she always did. “I’m not worried. Matter of fact, I never asked you to worry either.”
“Because– I’m– I’m heavier than you! Goddammit, Shikamaru,” her voice was laced with frustration, bordering on embarrassment, but she’d never express that out loud. “Why do you always force me to say what I don’t want to?!”
“So I can say this: you’re being ridiculous. I’m a grown ass man. You think I can’t handle it?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what?” He rubbed circles on her inner thigh as he spoke, absentmindedly, as though he wasn’t aware of how it affected her—although Temari knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. “I don’t think you understand. I love you, Temari. You’re so fucking sexy, most days I don’t even understand why you’re with someone like me. God, woman, every time I look at you I wonder how you could even be real. You’re perfect. You know I love your body, right?”
“I’m still bigger than you. Stop pretending like it’s not true.”
His eyes darkened, and she knew that was his last straw. His fingers flexed where they rested on her thighs, like he was trying to hold himself back, but he was having a hard time.
“You think of me like I’m still a teenager. It’s offensive,” he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. “I’m not pretending, Temari. I just like it. I…” He trailed off, like he wasn’t sure if he should say what he was thinking. It didn’t take him long to continue, though, “The point is that I love your body. I always have. And… I don’t want to be able to break you—I want you to be able to break me.”
Shikamaru then shook his head, saddened by his girlfriend’s disbelief in his words. Despite the fact that he didn’t even wait for her response, he knew her, therefore he knew exactly what she was thinking. He decidedly wrapped his fingers around Temari’s wrist, gently bringing her hand up to enclose around his neck. Then, pressing his palm over her hand, he lightly squeezed on her fingers, consequently cutting off his own air supply.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice breathy. “I want you all over me, baby. Fucking choking me. I don’t want to be able to breathe. I want to pass out with the taste of you on my tongue.”
Her breath hitched, experimentally gripping harder around his neck, watching as his eyes fluttered shut, jaw clenched around a silent moan.
“That’s it, just like that,” he whispered, voice trembling ever so slightly. Temari could feel him swallow underneath her palm, his throat flexing with each motion. “I want you to sit on my face. Would you do that for me, honey?” he said, so sweetly, as though the request was anything but sinful.
Absentmindedly, she nodded, not even fully aware of her own movements, feeling as though she was underwater.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, eyes opening with half-hooded lids, gazing up at her with a lustful expression. “Of course you will. You’re so good to me, always giving me what I want. Fuck– look at you. Like a goddess.”
She leaned down, unable to help herself, desperately catching his lips with her own. He always knew exactly what to say, exactly how to make Temari let her guard down.
Shikamaru responded in kind, bare hips subconsciously bucking up as he kissed her greedily, but finding no friction to relieve himself, only air. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, squeezing her fingers a bit harder around his throat, relishing in the moan he let out into her mouth.
“That’s enough,” he growled against her lips. “Stop fucking around and get up here.”
“But I like it when you’re needy,” she spoke with a smirk.
“You won’t be saying that soon, I promise.”
Temari let out a shocked laugh, frowning in confusion. “Huh? What kind of threat is that?”
He smiled, and if she didn’t know her boyfriend any better, she’d think he was embarrassed. “I don’t know. I’m so horny right now, I can’t even think. Please just sit on my fucking face, Temari.”
“Mm, okay,” she said, grinning. She swallowed her anxiety as she lifted her hips and shifted further up Shikamaru’s body until her thighs were lightly squeezing each side of his head. “You look good like this, beneath me.”
His hands lifted back up to her thighs, kneading the flesh, as he attempted to look up at her, the best he could with the position they were in. “You’re one to talk,” he said. “You’re fucking gorgeous on top of me. Come on… Sit. I cleaned my face just for you, even used that stupidly expensive cleanser you’re always going on about.”
She huffed out a laugh, shaky and unsure, as she slowly began to lower herself onto his mouth.
“You really wanna please me, huh?”
He just hummed, unable to answer now that he was fully pressing his face into her heat, his tongue sticking out, letting her gently grind her vulva against the wet muscle. He wasn’t moving, she realized, because he wanted her to move. Not because he didn’t want to do the work, but because he wanted her to use him, to chase her own pleasure, essentially fucking herself on his tongue. God. Her breath caught in her own throat just from the realization.
Slowly, she moved her hips, using her hand to steady herself on the headboard of the bed, careful not to put her full weight onto him. His eyes were closed, but a look of bliss was on his face, like this was all he ever wanted in life. He was pressing down on her thighs, trying to get her to fully sit on him, but she slapped away one of his hands.
“Stop that,” she mumbled. “Let me do what I need to do.”
He hummed once again in obedience, sending the vibration through her body, and she subconsciously ground her hips down even more. It felt good, but she knew she’d get tired easily with the combined effort of hovering over him and also moving her hips at the same time. As hot as it was that he was essentially letting her use his mouth, she still needed him to put in some work.
“Move your tongue now,” she whispered. “Come on, make me feel good, Shikamaru.”
He immediately obeyed, lifting his face up to suck on her clit, his fingers gripping her thighs harder as he worked. She moaned, letting her fingers thread through his hair, thankful that this was one of the rare moments he had let it out of his ponytail. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought he probably did it for her, knowing how much she liked it when his hair was down. But the thought was quickly dismissed as he thrusted his tongue inside of her, licking into her deeply. His hands moved from her thighs to her ass, gripping hard, forcing her to grind against his mouth as he fucked her with the pliant muscle. She gasped, tugging at the black strands of his hair, and they both moaned at the same time.
“Fuck, that’s so good–” she panted.
Her thighs were already starting to burn from holding herself up like this, not allowing herself to relax, afraid of putting her full weight on him. He must’ve noticed, because he released his mouth from her pussy and looked up at her. And the sight was nothing if not debauched—his chin already wet, dripping with her, his face flushed pink, his hair wild from the way she was pulling at it. She had to bite back a groan, impossibly turned on just from looking at him. He was so handsome—even more so when he was like this.
“I know what you’re doing,” Shikamaru said, his voice uncharacteristically husky and rough. “Stop it. When I told you to sit on me, I meant sit on me, not hover.”
“I told you–” she gasped, face heating up with a confusing mix of both irritation and arousal. “I don’t– I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“I do. I want it. Fucking suffocate me, Temari. If I’m able to breathe, you’re not doing it right.”
With that being said, he dove back in, forcefully pulling her down by her thighs until she was pressed flush to his face. His movements were rougher now, more desperate, as he flicked his tongue with precision, then enclosing his lips around the sensitive nub at the top and sucking, hard. She grabbed back onto his hair for balance, feeling the soft strands weave between her fingers as she pulled on them, knowing just how he liked it, and relishing in that moan that sent vibrations throughout her body.
“F-Fuck, Shika– Feels so good–” she was panting now, her jaw slack, unable to enunciate a full sentence.
She matched his movements with her hips, rocking back and forth on his tongue, trying to find that same rhythm that he was using to eat her out. His lips were soft, plush, and the skin on his face was so smooth. He really did prepare for this—probably even moisturized and everything. If Temari wasn’t on another plane of existence right now, she might’ve laughed at the thought of her boyfriend, as lazy as he was, sitting down and actually doing a full skin-care routine for the sole purpose of creating a good seat for her to ride on. He could be so cute sometimes.
One of his hands released from her thighs and circled behind her, traveling down to his own groin where he took his cock in his hand, warm and stiff. He used the pre-cum that gathered at his tip as lube for him to start stroking himself, unable to wait any longer. He groaned into Temari as he went faster with his mouth, matching the same pace with his hand as he fucked his own fist.
“Oh my god,” she moaned out upon realizing just how badly he was turned on, how much he was truly getting off on this. “You’re so… You like it that much, huh? How long have you been wanting this, Shikamaru? God, look at you…”
He truly was a sight to behold. He didn’t care how sloppy he got—in fact, he probably wanted to make a mess. Beads of sweat had started to accumulate onto his forehead, his long strands of hair sticking to the moist skin. She brushed it away for him, gathering his hair in her hand as she gazed down at her man in awe. He was fully into it, not even looking at her, eyes shut like he was the one chasing his own pleasure, as his long, dark eyelashes tickled his flushed cheeks. He was so damn pretty, his features were delicate but sharp at the same time, creating the perfect man in Temari’s eyes.
And he did this every time he’d eat her out—he’d go for hours if she’d let him. He’d constantly beg her for just one more taste, I swear baby just one more, even as she was still trying to catch her own breath from the third or fourth orgasm that he put her through. He’d grind his own erection down onto the bed as he sucked on her clit, simultaneously fucking her with his long, slender fingers, his moans muffled by the warm slickness between her legs.
He hardly even cared to be on the receiving part of oral. Of course he enjoyed it, and Temari was good at it, but this was what truly got him off. Her taste, her smell, how wet she got for him, the way she shook so easily beneath him, how he could visibly see the ripples in her thighs as they trembled around his head. He loved feeling her hook her legs around his shoulders and dig the heels of her feet into his back as she came, her whole body shuddering as he stroked her through her climax.
He couldn’t see as much of that now, with her on top of him, but that didn’t make it feel any less vivid. If anything, his senses were more filled with her now than they ever had been before. He could feel her full weight on top of him, the way her body responded to him, each small movement could be registered from just his lips and his tongue alone. And the way she squeezed her thighs against the sides of his head, pulling at his hair, he could feel the burn in his scalp and the soreness in his jaw, and it was all so delicious, he honestly wondered to himself if he could come just from this alone.
“Close, I’m close,” Temari gasped out, going faster now with her hips, not even caring anymore about whether or not Shikamaru could breathe. His nose was pressed up against the short, coarse hair on her vulva, the tip of it damn near grinding up against her clit. And it strangely felt really good. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was afraid she’d break his nose from how rough she was going on him now, but at the same time, something told her that he’d probably like that.
“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” she was rambling now, damn near begging, which was so fucking embarrassing, but she didn’t even care anymore.
The truth was that he’d never stop. He’d want to keep going past her orgasm, ravaging her completely. There’d be times where she was so sensitive that she’d start crying, begging for him to stop. Of course, he always did when she asked. But the truth was that he was so feral for this in a way that she had never seen him be for anything else. It was almost amusing how the only thing in life that this man genuinely got excited for was eating pussy. But she’d be lying if she said she didn’t absolutely love it.
“Fuck, Shikamaru, you’re so good– so good at this,” she gasped. “You fucking love it, don’t you? I mean, you never get like this when I suck your cock. But you just want me, is that it? All you want is your tongue inside me, just wanna taste me, right? God, that’s so hot, how desperate you get just to eat me out.”
Shikamaru thrusted his hips up into his own hand as the filth spilled from Temari’s mouth. He was furiously jerking himself off, moaning unashamedly.
He was glad he was muffled because it was genuinely embarrassing how loud he was being, how high-pitched and whiny his moans were getting. At a certain point he couldn’t even focus on eating her out anymore, his mind was so hazy. He just let her grind down onto him, chasing her peak, as she was so damn close to climax.
“I’m coming, I’m coming– Shika– Fuck!”
Her hips stilled for a moment, stuttering, before she finally came. Her grip on his hair tightened and she trembled around his face, curses escaping from her parted lips as the tremors racked her entire body. It didn’t take long before he came too, spilling over his abdomen. She felt some of it hit her lower back, the warmth trickling down between her asscheeks.
For a brief moment, she sat there, waiting for her heartbeat to return back to normal. Then she slid off, rolling onto her back, next to where he was laying on the bed. They were both silent, only the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the room. She was distinctly aware of the fact that his cum was now being rubbed off onto the sheets beneath her, but she couldn’t bring herself to give a shit.
Finally, she turned her head, only to find out that Shikamaru was already looking at her. A lazy grin painted his face, his lips still dripping wet.
“Don’t,” she said, “…don’t even start.”
He chuckled, low and amused. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
She shifted closer to him and snuggled up to his side, staring down at his stomach where the evidence of his orgasm was slowly cooling off on his skin.
“You really came to that, huh…” she said, not even attempting to hold back her smirk. “Kinda was hoping that you would fuck me afterwards, but I guess not.”
“I’m spent,” he mumbled.
She huffed out a laugh. “Of course you are. Lazy.”
“Mhm.”
They were both sweaty and sticky. It really was not comfortable at all, and honestly kind of gross, but they were also both too tired to care.
After another moment of silence, she spoke up, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Shikamaru’s eyes were closed, half on the brink of sleep, as he responded, “Course not. Told you I can handle it.”
“To be honest, I was afraid I was gonna break your nose.”
He grunted a sound that vaguely resembled a laugh. “Mm. That would’ve been hot.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
He nuzzled his face into her hair, murmuring something that she couldn’t quite comprehend.
Temari allowed herself to lay there—if only for a few moments before she would feel the unrelenting urge to take a shower—just enjoying Shikamaru’s warmth, his steady breathing as he let himself be lulled to sleep. He always tapped out after the first round. But she enjoyed being able to see his sweet face so relaxed as he slept, and completely naked on top of the covers. Her man.
Truthfully, she was just as obsessed with him as he was with her. But of course, she’d never admit that out loud.