Naruto Various x Reader/Ship [One Shot/Lemon]

How We're Going to Hurt Each Other... (Shikamaru x f!reader) 🍋

Warnings: NSFW, enemies to lovers, semi-public sex, closet sex, oral (f!receiving), wall sex, unprotected sex. Mentions: Sasuke, Ino, Naruto, and Sakura (NaruSaku)

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Tolerate him for one night. That was all you had to do. It was a simple task, one that should have gone off without a hitch. Not even five hours and you'd be free of him, hopefully ending the night in Sasuke's bed once the envy flooded his brain and he pulled you away from Shikamaru with an ungodly force.

That was the plan, anyway: "Date" Shikamaru for the night, get Sasuke jealous (and then never talk to Shikamaru again, if you were lucky). It was fool-proof. And yet, you had always been one for foolishness.

"Goddammit," you grunted, wrapping your leg around Shikamaru's slender waist as he pushed you eagerly against the closet wall, his ravenous hands hiking your dress further up your thigh. "Thought I was too troublesome for you?"

"You are troublesome," he agreed, sighing against the crook of your neck, hot breath skating along your jaw. "And smart. And sexy. And annoying."

A traitorous giggle escaped from your throat as Shikamaru's tongue trailed up your neck to your earlobe, sinking his teeth into your sensitive skin with a moan. "If I'm so annoying, then get off me."

"No," he growled, capturing your mouth in a kiss that could ruin the gods. Sparks flew from your bodies, popping the room with warm illumination as heat rushed its way into your mouth and down your throat.

Your hands tugged at his ponytail, releasing his soft dark hair from its confines as it fell forward and danced along the skin of your shoulder. His body was smoldering against yours, the heat uncomfortable and daunting. Your tongues worked together in an impossible battle for dominance as his nails dug into the flesh of your thigh, branding you in bruises.

"Sh-Shikamaru," you moaned, running your fingers through his hair. It was softer than expected, silky. "This is a terrible idea."

"Is it?" He asked with a half-smirk against your lips, his free hand gripping your ass harshly. "My mistake, I thought the two of us fucking during our friend's wedding reception was a fantastic idea. So, should we stop?"

"No," you murmured, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth. Harsh hands held onto your thigh and danced around your back, drawing an indecipherable pattern. His arousal was poking against your thigh aggressively, and he was big. Really big. You gasped when hesitation hammered into you: would you be able to fit all of him inside you? Your eyes trailed down to the bulge in his pants - a terrible idea - and the feel matched the look. It was massive, extremely impressive. You were going to die.

Shikamaru rolled his hand down the front of your body, a welcome distraction, before he slowly started untucking his shirt. You quickly used your remaining strength to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt, fighting against the warning sirens screaming in your mind, before tugging at his back collar and pulling his shirt off. Ah, yes. Your eyes widened as you took in the entirety of him and the situation. He was lean, yet the play of muscles was truly a beautiful sight. His chest and those abs and that goddamn half-smirk that could crush you with the weight of the world. He was perfect. What a dick.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked coyly, kissing down to your breasts. He licked the outline of the v-neck of your formal gown and you swore the world stopped spinning the moment he slid his body down yours, allowing your thigh to rest on his shoulder while he let your dress drape over him like a cloak.

Normally, Shikamaru would protest against eating a new partner out without being able to see their fucked out face, but considering the circumstances - mouth fucking the woman whom he was supposed to despise while two of his closest friends had their wedding reception in the very next room - he decided to cut himself some much needed slack.