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Here's some quick (as quick as I could manage; I'm a sucker for dialogue and background) Shika/Tem smut for ya. I cooked this one up using a prompt given to me by KoalaTakingNotes on FF.net, so shout out to them! I hope you all enjoy~
I Could Do It Better
The worst part of the whole ordeal was having to wear shorts every day."Do I look like a shorts guy?", Shikamaru grumbles to himself as he lights a cigarette. He probably hadn't worn shorts outside of the house since he was in the academy. He always found men's knees to be weird, and his own were no exception. Looking down at the bony things, clad in dark green cargo shorts, he rolls his eyes. A wrap bandage covers his right thigh under said stupid fucking shorts.
At nineteen, Shikamaru did far more office work than his friends. He had been formally promoted to "Strategic Consultant to the Hokage" after a year of doing such work in addition to his jonin duties. "Strategic Consultant" (no, they couldn't find a cooler name, and yes, he did ask), was a fancy term for someone who sat in boring meetings with Lord Hatake, reviewed mission reports, and presented findings based on those meetings and reports. However, in peaceful times, he wasn't providing strategy on war, but rather diplomatic matters. This usually involved answering the question: if Konoha does x, will nation y get pissed off? It could be interesting at times, sure. But mostly, it was just a job.
Being out of the field meant Shikamaru got rusty. He still exercised most days with Temari, who had an intense daily routine. Yet it only took a single mistake on a one-off mission to seriously damage his leg. He was lucky to have Temari around, actually, because he was going to need help doing virtually everything for some time.
They started living together a few months ago. And Temari, being Temari, made Shikamaru's most chilling nightmare come true when she hit it off with his mother, Yoshino. Temari had developed a great respect for Yoshino, a stern woman in her own right, in the months that she had lived in the Nara family home. Yoshino wasn't exceedingly keen on the idea of her son and his girlfriend living together not yet married, but grew to enjoy the girl's presence so much that she made peace with it. Ah, yes, the two got along so well that it made Shikamaru grimace. What could be worse than the two most sadistic women in the village becoming friends? Both of them living together. With him.
But of course, Temari's charm on Yoshino did have it's perks. She allowed the two to use the main house while she took the detached suite on the other side of the property. She reasoned that Shikamaru would soon be the head of the household anyway, once he married Temari. Which would be soon, right Shikamaru? You wouldn't make a woman like her wait, would you, son? What a drag. Sure, Shikamaru could see himself doing so, but with his mother breathing down his neck about it, even the thought of marriage felt like a thousand bricks on his shoulders. All that considered, having their privacy was... useful.
Useful, in that they fucked. A lot. They'd been together for around a year now and he could count on one hand the days where they didn't. If he could go back in time and recite this fact to his sixteen-year-old self, he would have no doubt called the elder iteration a "miserable, lying bastard".
Which brings him back to his current predicament: the wrappings on his right thigh. More accurately, the wrappings on his right thigh which held a recently broken femur. Did you know that the femur is the largest bone in the body? Because Shikamaru did. And that stupid fact didn't change jack-shit when it came to breaking it. And having it reset and healed; all of which hurt like hell. Although Konoha's best young doctor treated the wound with medical ninjutsu, he was still cautioned to take it easy.
...
"You'll have to keep all weight off of it, for at least a week. You're going to be on crutches", Sakura advised him.
"A week? I thought the jutsu healed it...", Shikamaru complained.
"My jutsu can heal most injuries, even some breaks and fractures. But not everyone gets their femur crushed during a rockslide. The jutsu promotes cell repair and regeneration. Just give it time to do it's job".
Shikamaru nodded, it was a drag, but also an excuse to get out of work for a week and play shogi all day.
Sakura continued, "So obviously, no exercising, lifting, bending, squatting," she paused and narrowed her eyes at him, "and no other strenuous activities". She grinned as she signed off on his chart, obviously relishing giving him these restrictions, "And you'll be fine in a week! Oh, and make sure you wear shorts, I don't want your wraps to get caught on long pants".
As it was, Shikamaru was not looking forward to explaining these restrictions to Temari when she returned home from work. Frankly, she was the reason for their thriving sex life. She came to expect it each day as if it were a meal, and lord, was she hungry. Shikamaru chewed another aspirin and washed it down with a drag on his cigarette, preparing for the return of the cyclone that he called his girlfriend.
...
"Well fuck me sideways, a broken femur?!", Temari exclaims.
"Yup. She said I was lucky nothing else was broken in the fall".
"But you're fine now, right? I mean, you'll be on crutches for a couple days, but that's it?"
Shikamaru rubs the back of his neck and smiles timidly, "Ah, well, no. I'll be on crutches for a week, Tem. And I can't put any weight on it at all".
Temari slowly comes to the realization, "So that means... what exactly..."
Shikamaru nods.
"Seriously?! But there has to be a way, Shika, you're smart, think of something!"
If you would have told that same sixteen-year-old version of Shikamaru that his older self spent the better part of the afternoon trying to think of ways to have sex with a broken femur, he would have called him a "desperate, perverted cretin".
He sighs, "I already tried. I got nothing".
She begins pacing the livingroom; movement gets the creative juices flowing, she says.
"What if I'm on top?", she asks.
"You'll crush my leg"
"You're on top, but you balance with one knee?"
"And fall over onto the bad leg? No"
"From behind, standing on your good leg, flamingo-style?"
"How would I get leverage standing on one leg?"
"Ok, back to back wi-"
"Temari!", he laughs, "That doesn't even make sense! Unfortunately, I'm just out of commission this week".
She walks behind the chair he's seated in and throws her arms around his neck, hugging his face against hers.
"I know, but what am I supposed to do?", she says in her most dramatic, whining voice.
He scoffs, "I don't know, can't you just, you know, take care of it yourself?"
She gives him a pout, her bottom lip sticking out pitifully. "You know it's not the same, Shikamaru".
He shrugs, "Obviously, but it can still be fun. Just try it, maybe that way I can have a break every other day". His chuckle that follows is met by tense silence from Temari.
She digs her heels in, "Nope. Not gonna".
He can sense that this issue is transforming into something uglier. Temari is being denied something she wants and now she's being, for lack of a better term, a brat.
"Okay...", Shikamaru tries to hide his bubbling annoyance, "then don't", but the edge in his voice betrays him.
"I wasn't going to anyways, because it's a dumb idea", she punctuates her sentence by sticking her tongue out at him.
He goes on the defensive, "It's not dumb, Temari, maybe you just suck at it!". He cringes at his words; instant regret.
Her face goes red, with embarrassment or anger- who can tell? "How are you gonna tell me that I suck at touching myself? That doesn't make any sense!"
Shikamaru then feels a brilliant idea scratching at the corner of his mind, begging to be let out.
"Because", he explains with a mischievous smile, "I could do it better".
She rolls her eyes, "Yes, duh, that's the whole point". She looks at him like he's more than half-stupid.
He clarifies, "No, no. I mean I could make you touch yourself better".
Temari raises her eyebrow. Truthfully, she's intrigued, but admitting that now just isn't her style.
"... Doubtful", she finally says as she sits across from him on the couch. It comes out more a question than a statement.
She clicks on the TV and attempts to watch something as if his statement isn't playing in her mind on repeat. The audacity of it all! But her thought is interrupted when she notices Shikamaru weaving a hand sign out of the corner of her eye.
"Bastard!", she says, jumping off the couch just as quickly as she's tethered back to it by two black tendrils. She finds herself in the same, slumped position on the couch as her boyfriend sitting across from her.
"Now, are you gonna make this fun, or are you gonna be a huge pain in the ass the whole time?", he asks, grinning.
She says nothing, but glares at him.
"So, the latter. Doesn't make a difference. Your tune will change soon enough".
With his jutsu, he has to make any movement that he wants Temari to make. This may prove difficult regarding execution, but he does love a challenge.
...
He begins by raising his right hand; Temari does the same. He brings it to the side of his face, softly caressing the contour of his cheek. Temari follows suit, but her hand is rigid and her movements jerk slightly. Shikamaru can tell she's trying to resist the jutsu physically, but isn't worried. She'll tire herself out quickly; it's virtually impossible to break free from Shadow Possession Jutsu.
He brings his hand to his waist and flexes his fingers until Temari's find the tie of her robe.
"Don't you dare, Nara", she says through gritted teeth.
Shikamaru smiles as Temari's hand pulls the tie loose. Their hands travel to their shoulders; Shikamaru's tracing an invisible line across his t-shirt and Temari's sliding one side of her robe down her shoulder. He repeats the movement with his other hand until the top of the robe is gathered at Temari's elbows.
He attempts to brings her hands to the swell of her chest, but they're stuck. Temari is using every ounce of her strength to resist the pull of his shadows. Her hands hover just above her breasts secured in a dark blue bandeau bra.
Mockingly, she asks, "What's the matter, Shika? Jutsu not working?"
He rolls his eyes. Although impressive that she possesses such strength, this would be an easy fix. He quickly infuses more chakra into his shadow and sends a third tendril out for good measure.
At once, Temari's hands grab her breasts on their own volition. They squeeze and knead her soft flesh through the thin fabric. Shikamaru notices her nipples harden and strain against the pitiful excuse for a bra. Too easy.
Her expression changes from a scowl to something softer; her jaw unclenches and her eyes close gently. Even Temari can't deny that this is starting to feel good. She relaxes her muscles slightly, nothing wrong with relaxing for a bit, right? Let him have his little fun now, she'll be able to resist him before he goes too far. Right? Right.
He continues caressing her breast with one hand and sends the other to open the bottom half of her robe, exposing her middle and legs. Her hand travels south, stopping at the hem of her dark blue panties.
"I know you're feeling it, Temari", he says as his finger draws a line across his hips, causing hers to slip under the hem of her panties and travel from one hip to the other painstakingly slowly, "And I have the final say. If you keep acting up, I can choose to leave you wanting, frustrated. I can make you sit on your hands all night if you don't play nice. Is that clear?"
If she hadn't already felt hot between her legs, she would have told him to fuck off. There was something, an inkling or a whisper in her that found this total lack of control to be very, unusually sexy. Temari was demanding and domineering in all domains of her life, but this was different. Seeing Shikamaru take control was very exciting indeed.
She's snapped out of her hazy thoughts by Shikamaru repeating himself, "I said is that clear, Temari?"
"Crystal", she replies indignantly.
He slides his hand down his abdomen, bringing Temari's along with. Her fingers begin tracing the outline of her lips through her panties, rubbing the middle along her slit. She can feel the heat growing, pulsating between her legs.
Shikamaru brings a hand to his lips, causing Temari to gently graze her lips with her fingertips. As his jutsu has no effect on the face or mouth, she could have resisted. And yet, she allows him to move her two fingers slowly into her mouth, wetting them with her saliva. He trails her fingers down, slipping them under the band of her panties. Slightly challenging with his view blocked by the fabric of her underwear, he searches with his fingers until her expression changes. He knows he's found her clit when she whimpers softly. She quickly bites her lip to keep any other sounds from escaping, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. However, the look on her face betrays her still when their eyes meet; the same pleading look as when he begins parting her lips with his tip, the fleeting seconds of self-control he has before entering her and then all bets are off for them both.
He decides the look on her face is payment enough to continue. Shikamaru moves Temari's fingers in a V-shape, cradling her clit between. Her fingers rub gentle circles on her sensitive center, eliciting a soft sigh from the blonde. She's given up on resisting entirely; Shikamaru knows this for sure when a smile creeps across her lips.
"Good girl".
Temari's loins are set aflame from his praise, just patronizing enough to drive her mad in more ways than one. He raises her free hand to pull down the fabric of her bra, freeing her round breasts and perky pink nipples. She rubs her breast, feeling the nipple harden against her palm. Her breasts are more than a handful even for Shikamaru, but he makes her squeeze as much as she can into her small hand and massage it.
Shikamaru quicken's Temari's pace on her now swollen clit, flattening her fingers as they work in quick, circular motions. He pauses for a moment to draw her fingers back up to her mouth. Without prompt, she takes them between her lips and licks them clean. Pleased, he returns her fingers to their work on her clit, now throbbing for stimulation. He takes her free hand down her body and slips two fingers into her wet pussy. He moved his fingers back and forth, pumping hers in and out of herself.
Between baited breaths, she whispers, "Faster, Shika".
He concentrates all his effort into his fingers, increasing the pace in both areas. Every pump of her fingers into her tight hole makes wet, squelching sounds that fill the room. She gives him an aching, desperate look.
"You're going to make me...", the sentence liquefies into a moan.
"Cum for me, Tem".
She feels herself coil and tighten around her fingers as she cums. She soaks her panties through, leaving a large wet spot down the middle. Still held in position by his shadows, the tremors of her climax shake her body as bursts of pleasure travel throughout. The last waves of her orgasm rock her gently as he releases her from his jutsu. She slumps back against the couch with her arms resting in her lap.
The shadowy lines recede under his feet as he exhales, exhausted from maintaining chakra control for so long. Shikamaru rises from the chair and carefully hops over, settling down next to Temari. She lays her head on his good leg and stretches out on the couch.
Stroking her hair he asks, "You good?"
"Yeah. Good...", she replies, drowsy from the warm rush flowing through her limbs.
She moves her head and feels something hard brush her cheek. "Really, Shikamaru?", she asks accusingly.
"What? It was good for me too", he smiles shyly.
"Want me to... you know? Return the favor?", she smiles up at him with a devilish sparkle in her eyes.
"I don't know, Tem... we'd have to be really careful..."
She rests her chin on his good leg and nods, staring at the tent in his ugly cargo shorts. "I can be gentle, I promise".
He knows she really can't, it's simply not in her nature. But his erection and the promise of release quickly clouds his judgement.
"You know how mortifying it's going to be to tell the doctor, who I've known since I was a kid, that I fucked my leg up all over again from getting a blow job?"
Temari nods as she unbuttons his shorts, "Pretty fucking embarassing if you ask me".
She pauses and looks up at him, looking down at her.
"Ah, fuck it".