Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Icha Icha Roulette ❯ Wedded Bliss ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Wait, what? Who are you? Get out of here, if you read the first one you'd know that the source stuff ain't mine. Go on, nothing to see here, don't want to get the truncheon do you?

 

Sex Warning: Nah, I'm going to keep this one tame. Raunchy, uninhibited sex with no plot and no real purpose isn't what the readers want at all. I think I'll try something more tasteful.

 

Ha ha, bullshit. Just more of the same deviance let's go-go-go!

 

 

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Wedded Bliss

 

 

“'Tend to the deer, Shikamaru...make extra medicine for the Ninja Academy, Shikamaru...bring me home some ice cream, Shikamaru'...man...what a drag...”

 

Choji laughed as Shikamaru griped to himself. “Trouble with the wife, Shikamaru?”

 

“Like you wouldn't believe. She had me running around all day running errands. Said something about 'If you're not going to go instruct at the Academy, then you can help me around the house'. I'd taken today off so we could do some drinking, not a bunch of troublesome chores.” Shikamaru answered as they walked down the aisle of a market.

 

“Well when you think about it, she does need your help. You can't expect her to do everything, especially in her condition.” Choji pointed out before shoving a handful of potato chips into his mouth.

 

Shikamaru shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah I know, but she doesn't have to be so bossy or troublesome about it. It's a real drag.”

 

“You married her, man. If it's such a trouble, why not just leave her?”

 

“Eh...that's more trouble than it's worth. Do you have any idea what her family would do to me if I did?”

 

Choji grinned. “Damned if you do, damned if you don't. But you gotta admit Shikamaru, you brought this one on yourself.”

 

Paying for the groceries he collected, Shikamaru couldn't help but agree begrudgingly to his best friend's comment. He did step into this one, and step into it good. All he wanted to do was be an average ninja, get average pay, have an average wife and kids, and lead an average life. No, fate wasn't that accommodating to Shikamaru...in fact it was sort of a dick.

 

“I guess when you're friends with Konoha's #1 Knucklehead Hokage, life can be anything but that.” Shikamaru thought jadedly.

 

Indeed, Sasuke, the Akatsuki, Orochimaru, tailed demons, and everything in between. Somehow he'd been thrust into that nonsense, and came out of that anything but average—and on top of that, he also wound up married to an overbearing woman even worse than his own mother.

 

“I don't even know what you see in her sometimes, really.” Choji went on. “She's worse than your Mom, I'm surprised she hasn't killed you by now. Where's the love, man?”

 

Shikamaru sighed as he hefted the grocery bag, filled with nothing but various kinds of ice cream. Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, it was all she wanted nowadays, thanks to it she was putting on the pounds and draining the wallet.

 

“I can't even smoke anymore, she checks me for cigarettes and she can tell if I tried sneaking one while I was out. Worse yet, she's got Suki playing the role of informant every time I go out with her. My firstborn, already turned against me.”

 

Choji frowned. The cigarettes were important to Shikamaru, not because of the addiction—which he was trying to kick—but because of the bond he shared with his old Sensei.

 

“It's always one hassle or another. Worse, if I don't do everything she says, she makes me sleep out with the deer. While I really don't mind that, being kicked out of my own house because I didn't get the right kind of ice cream or accidentally called her fat is ridiculous.” Shikamaru went on.

 

He sighed bitterly, wishing he could have a cigarette right now. “I forgot why I even married her.”

 

“Maybe you should take a break from her, you know?” Choji suggested. “You can stay at my place for as long as you want. It'll be like old times...well, except for my girlfriend and all.”

 

“Eh...it'll only cause a fight. I'm really not in the mood for another one of those.” Shikamaru replied.

 

Choji nodded. “What won't with you two? Anyway, if you do need a place to bunk my door's always open.”

 

Shikamaru smiled a bit as they reached his home. “Thanks. See you later, Choji.”

 

“Good luck, man.”

 

Waving over his shoulder as they parted ways, Shikamaru made his way up the steps and walked into his house, an average two story house down a long street leading towards the lands where the Nara deer roam. Closing the door behind him, Shikamaru kicked off his boots and stepped beyond the threshold.

 

“Hey, I'm home.” He called as he walked towards the kitchen and to the icebox. “I got the ice cream you wanted.

 

“You're late.” A bitter-voiced Hinata Hyuuga—or rather Hinata Nara hissed from where she sat at the table, her pale Byakugan eyes, once soft and gentle, focused sharply on the ne'er-do-well. “Give me some damn Ice Cream Sandwiches, motherfucker.”

 

Shikamaru angrily rolled his eyes as he tossed a box to her. “Man...I liked you better when you were nice and quiet.”

 

“Shut up, silver medal.” She sneered back at him, aggression burning in her eyes.

 

 

[BWAHAHAHA! Okay, I give up, I can't do this with a straight face. Sorry if I had you going, I'll be good now.]

 

 

Waving over his shoulder as they parted ways, Shikamaru made his way up the steps and walked into his house, an average two story house down a long street leading towards the lands where the Nara deer roam. Closing the door behind him, Shikamaru kicked off his boots and stepped beyond the threshold.

 

“Hey, I'm home.” He called as he walked towards the kitchen and to the icebox. “I got the ice cream you wanted.”

 

Shikamaru stopped when he noticed the house was strangely quiet, no TV or Radio blaring in the house at all. He did hear the sound of dishes being washed, however. “Hello...?”

 

“Just put them in the icebox for now, Shika.” His wife called back as she finished placing a final pot on the rack to dry.

 

Not bothering to look at her, Shikamaru walked over to the icebox and began packing it. His mind was turning over the possibility of taking Choji up on his offer. After the last few tense weeks, she was probably thinking the same thing, a break from him.

 

Packing up the icebox, Shikamaru turned around to a surprising sight—the table, namely his spot at it, was set with a plate of his favorite food, a can of his favorite beer, and surprisingly enough...an unopened pack of cigarettes. Blinking away his surprise, he looked over to his wife and his jaw fell in shock.

 

Wiping her hands clean with a towel, Temari Nara of the Sand looked over to her husband—dressed in nothing but a pink apron and a smile. The Sand Princess, clearly months pregnant, walked over to Shikamaru and kissed him on the cheek as she unzipped his flak-jacket and removed it. Turning around she walked past to hang up the jacket, his eyes invariably fixed upon her bare ass as her hips swayed with each step.

 

“T-Temari?” He asked, gaping. “What are are you doing dressed like that? Where's Suki?”

 

Could he even consider that being dressed at all? Shikamaru recollected himself as she turned and walked back towards him. Taking him by the shoulders, she guided him over to his chair.

 

“Suki's over at your parents' place, your Mother insisted that I send her over so she could spoil her and you know how I can't say no to her.” Temari explained.

 

She was right about that, but then again she was no different. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her over. Only the apron, just that and nothing else, she had never done anything like this before, and her hair—worn down since they became married—was done up in her favorite four ponytail style, which he liked.

 

“You didn't answer my first question.” Shikamaru said. “What's with the apron? The food?”

 

Temari looped her arms around Shikamaru's neck, and smiled up at him. “I've been a little bitchy to you lately, huh?” She asked.

 

“Understatement of the year.” Shikamaru thought, resisting to roll his eyes by keeping them locked on hers.

 

“Last week, after I threw you out for not bringing me the right ice cream, I felt terrible about it. I wanted to make it up for you, Shika.” She said softly, molding her all but naked body up against his.

 

She felt bad about it? He didn't get any indication of that, or an apology even. But when he felt her soft warm body press against his when he tightened his embrace he decided to let that bit slide.

 

“So here we are. I made your favorite dinner, got your favorite beer, and I even picked up a pack of cigarettes for you. They're the kind you like to smoke.”

 

Asuma-sensei's favorite, they were expensive as Hell, too. “Y-you didn't have to do all this.” Shikamaru murmured, his cheeks flushing a bit.

 

Temari smirked before she rose on her toes and pecked him on the lips. “You know how I work, Shika. Once I decide on something, nothing can change my mind.”

 

She released him from his embrace. “Now sit down and eat, lazybones.”

 

“Sheesh, even when she does something I like she has to be bossy about it. What a drag...” While he admitted it was unexpected, Temari did look pretty sexy in that apron get up, and good food and his favorite beer? He couldn't help but smile a little.

 

Caving in to her demands, Shikamaru sat down and picked up the chopsticks. He took the first bite, and glanced out the corner of his eye at Temari, who was watching pensively. When he hummed his approval and continued eating, she deflated in relief and rested her hands on his shoulders.

 

Shikamaru dug in to his food as she massaged his shoulders, and wondered if she had been taking lessons—or if she had Sakura or Ino come by to cook for her, the food was pretty good, better than usual.

 

Temari leaned forward and kissed Shikamaru on the cheek before nuzzling the side of his face. “I'm glad you like it.”

 

“What about you? Aren't you going to eat?” He asked.

 

She shook her head. “I already had my dinner before you got here. This is all for you.”

 

His cheeks reddened a bit more when she kissed him just below his ear, and then moved up to nibble on his earlobe. “H-hey...”

 

“Shh...let me take care of you, Shika.”

 

Those words struck a chord with Shikamaru, he turned to look towards Temari—who slipped around behind him to his other side and kissed him on the other cheek. “Temari...”

 

She smiled mirthfully at him, and snaked her arms around his waist, hugging him and resting her head on his shoulder as he ate. Shikamaru squirmed a bit in his chair, the sexy woman clinging to him was taking its toll—he was almost painfully hard, his erection straining against his trousers. Temari seemed to notice this too, and reached down to run her fingers along the bulge.

 

“Huh?” Shikamaru shivered and looked down at Temari's hand as her fingers trailed up and down along his length. “H-hey...”

 

“Just eat, enjoy yourself Shika...let me take care of you.” She repeated to him as she moved again, this time sinking under the table.

 

Despite her assuring words, he couldn't tear his eyes away from Temari as she unzipped his pants and fished out his hard cock. When she looked up at him with a mischievous gaze, he slowly returned to his food, it was beginning to get cold.

 

Temari began stroking him slowly, her once rough hands softened by years of home-making, caressing his sensitive shaft. Shikamaru let out a soft groan, not expecting this kind of treatment but welcoming it wholeheartedly.

 

When she felt her warm lips engulf the head of his cock, however, he nearly choked. She lavished the tip with her tongue, swirling it around the head and teasing his urethra with the tip before sinking forward and taking more of him into her mouth. Shikamaru watched in awe as Temari slowly and skillfully blew him, her head bobbing up and down at a casual pace.

 

He couldn't exactly remember exactly the last time she gave him a blowjob, but he knew it was before they were married and back then she all but worshiped his cock with her mouth every chance she could get. After all these years, he was impressed that she hadn't missed a step.

 

“Uhn...Temari.” He grunted as she sped up, swirling her tongue around his tip before taking him nearly to the back of her throat. “Damn...you were always so good at this...”

 

“Mmmhmm...” She hummed back, as the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat, the vibration causing him to buck his hips forward a bit.

 

This went on for minutes, Temari sucking him off slowly and skillfully as he ate. He had to admit, that there was nothing quite like having your dick sucked while eating a lavishly prepared dinner. It almost felt too good for a guy like him to deserve. Before long, Shikamaru's plate was empty, and his hands were on the sides of Temari's head, running through her silky blond hair, pushing the fringes of her long bangs up as he found purchase.

 

“T-Temari...you're gonna make me come.”

 

She bobbed her head faster, and applied more pressure with her lips and tongue. She missed feeling Shikamaru's hard shaft filling her mouth, its unique taste and the too, too cute moans he made whenever she went down on him. Temari moaned again, idly wondering why she stopped going down on him like this.

 

When she reached up and fondled his balls, massaging them in her silky smooth hand, it was all Shikamaru could take.

 

“T-Temari...ah shit!” Bucking his hips forward, he came hard with his cock buried in the back of her throat. The heavy load from months of abstinence splashed against the back of her throat, with some going up through her pharynx and out her nose—to say it was unpleasant was a bit of an understatement.

 

When she pulled away from Shikamaru coughing, two spurts of his cum from his still ejaculating cock hit her on the forehead and cheek. She thanked her lucky stars that her pony tails absorbed the blow of her head hitting against the table. Rubbing her nose in pain, she looked up at Shikamaru and remembered why she stopped going down on him.

 

He was looking down at her, his face flushed and panting softly in the afterglow of his climax. When he slid his fingers through her hair, any and all indignation faded and she smiled dreamily up at him...despite the cum dribbling from her nose. Sticking out her tongue, she licked clean his deflating member before scooping up the cum on her upper lip and swallowing it down sensually. She then used two fingers to clean her face of the errant seed, slurping the excess down as well.

 

Shikamaru couldn't help but to chuckle at how silly she looked with his semen dribbling from her nose, but fell silent when she regained herself and treated him to the erotic sight of her swallowing down his cum. Reaching down, he took her by the shoulders and pulled her up onto his lap, and then kissed her deeply—never minding the lingering taste of his cum on her lips and tongue.

 

Pulling away from the kiss, Shikamaru cradled Temari in one arm while his hand came to rest on her bulging stomach, rubbing it in circles through the apron. “Geez...when did you get so sexy all of a sudden?”

 

“I was always sexy, Shika...you were just always too lazy to take notice.” Temari purred back as she picked up his beer and cracked it open for him.

 

Shikamaru chuckled, and gladly accepted the can when she offered it to his lips for him to drink. “I'm not going to argue with that.”

 

“About me being sexy, or you being lazy?” Temari retorted, as Shikamaru took the beer and finished it off with several chugs.

 

Setting the can down, he pulled her closer, staring directly into her eyes as he rubbed his nose against hers. “A little bit of one, a bit more of the other.”

 

Before Temari could ask further, Shikamaru kissed her hungrily, silencing any doubts as to what he meant. She moaned softly as their tongues jousted for dominance, Shikamaru gaining the upper hand easily when he fondled her breast under her apron—she loved it when he showed some real initiative.

 

They both slowly pulled from the kiss, arms wrapped around each other possessively. Temari caressed his face gently as he continued to massage her swollen breast.

 

“Bedroom...now...” She breathed softly to him. Shikamaru nodded hastily, before kissing her again and picking her up carefully to carry her off.

 

 

A few moments and a trail of clothes later, Shikamaru laid on his back atop the deer pelt sheets of his and Temari's bed, gazing longingly up at his extraordinarily sexy wife as she rocked herself back and forth furiously atop him, his cock slipping in and out of her moist opening with her gyrations. She gripped the soft blankets beneath them as she rode him aggressively, panting loudly with him.

 

“Ah, Shika...!” Temari gasped as he thrust himself up into her in tune with her rhythm. He couldn't help but smile, she was never like this when she was pregnant with Suki...Hell, it took effort to get her into this kind of mood at all and any effort was too much for him.

 

He cupped her sensitive breasts and squeezed them both, savoring her squeal and the way she made her pussy tighten around him in return.

 

“Oh! Keep doing that...!” She gasped as she rode him faster. “Y-yeah, squeeze my tits again!”

 

Shikamaru complied, having no complaints about obeying his bossy wife now. Beads of white formed on Temari's darkened nipples as she let out another loud squeal. Smirking, he squeezed them harder and tugged on them gently towards her nipple, sending streams of milk from her nipples and running down his hands.

 

“Ah!” Temari cried out, driven into a full frenzy by Shikamaru milking her tits. She abandoned her grinding and began slamming down as hard as she could on her husband's rock hard cock, driving his hips into the bed.

 

Shikamaru smiled as she grabbed his wrists and held onto them tightly, spurring him on. He could tell she was close, her tanned skin was flushed red from her cheeks down to her breasts, her green eyes were half-closed and glistening with tears, and her cries grew into a maddening pitch—she looked absolutely beautiful.

 

“Gonna come?” He asked her as he pinched her sensitive nipples.

 

“Yes!” She gasped.

 

“Gonna come hard?” He thrust up to meet her as she came down, driving himself deeper inside.

 

“Y-yes...oh fuck!”

 

Temari almost doubled over and let out a guttural scream as her body tensed suddenly in orgasm. She shuddered violently atop him, her pussy clamping around him in the throes of her climax. Staying calm, Shikamaru ran his hands up and down her sides, and to her breasts, gliding his fingertips across her sweat-sheened skin. Before long, she was leaning forward, panting softly from her release.

 

Reaching up, Shikamaru caressed her face tenderly, before sitting up to kiss her softly on the lips. He then lifted Temari off his still erect cock and laid her comfortably on her side, his hands never leaving contact with her body.

 

“Shika...” She moaned softly. “You didn't come...”

 

He kissed her again and whispered to her. “That's alright...”

 

“But I wanted you to—ah!”

 

With her curled up on her side, still recovering from her orgasm, Temari let out another gasp as Shikamaru slipped his cock back inside of her. His thrusts were extremely gentle, barely rocking her on the bed, as her laid over her with his nose nestled in her hair just above her ear.

 

“It's alright,” he spoke with an almost uncharacteristic gentleness, “You went through all this hassle for me, and I'm going to pay you back by rocking your world, babe.”

 

Temari moaned softly at his declaration, and bit down on her thumb to stifle her cries as Shikamaru continued dipping his shaft in and out of her. Her inner walls were taut around him from her previous orgasm, offering him more resistance as he plugged her gently. Turning her head to look at him, he kissed her deeply as his free hand came to rest on hers, their fingers interlocking.

 

Their pace was much slower this time, husband and wife moving together at a leisurely pace. Lips, fingertips, noses...they kissed and touched one another everywhere they could reach on each other's bodies, their slick, warm skin rubbing and caressing one another as they joined hips over and over.

 

“Shikamaru...” Temari purred as his lips captured one of her nipples and sucked gently on it. He hummed back towards her, savoring the lingering sweet taste of milk as he rasped his tongue across the engorged nub. “Yes...yes...”

 

She gasped when he reached between her legs and began rubbing her raised clit in small circles while slowly thrusting into her, she could feel another climax building—more powerful than the last. Her free hand gripped the blanket, her body tensing up once more.

 

Leaving her breast, Shikamaru kissed his wife's shoulder, up her neck, and to her ear—where he nibbled lightly on the lobe before whispering sweet, gentle words into her ear. Her eyes closing tightly, she whispered his name over and over as her climax exploded from the combined stimulation, intense pleasure burning through her nerves and throughout her body in several long bursts.

 

When she came back down, Shikamaru was spooning her from behind, still buried inside of her clenching tunnel, his hands running up and down her stomach as he laid gentle kisses on the back of her neck. She could barely believe how intense their lovemaking was, even when their passions ran high before she had never felt like this.

 

“You're amazing...” She cooed over her shoulder to him. “My whole body's still trembling.”

 

“What can I say? I'm feeling inspired.” He replied, with a small thrust.

 

Temari moaned, and pushed back against him. “Mmm...don't do that...I don't think I can...ohh!”

 

He ignored her, the second thrust harder than before. Holding her tight against him, Shikamaru proceeded to rail into her quivering hole, her juices leaking profusely everywhere by now. He hadn't even worked himself up to a good rhythm when he heard her cry out.

 

“Oh...fuck!”

 

Her pussy clamped down as she came again, fighting to grip his cock, but Shikamaru had other plans. Like a machine he drove himself harder and faster into her, while his lips feasted on her neck and shoulders. Nuzzling her ear he let out a sharp grunt, blowing hot air across her moist skin.

 

“I'm gonna come...” He whispered into her ear as she came again, jerking her hips back against his.

 

Temari only whimpered unintelligibly, completely seized by pleasure as she rode her multiple climax for all it was worth. She pushed herself back as hard as she could against him, trying to bury herself in his strong-armed embrace.

 

“C-come...S-Shika...!” She gasped out.

 

Groaning over her exclamation, Shikamaru slammed into his wife as hard and fast as he could without hurting her or the baby—he could take no more, and his cum spilled into her in his second powerful climax, coating her inner walls as they squeezed and massaged his length.

 

For several minutes, they laid in embrace until Shikamaru withdrew from her, and then pulled the blanket over them both. Rolling over, Temari rested her head on Shikamaru's chest as he draped an arm over her shoulder and cradled her body close to his side. Silence fell on both as they looked at each other, warm smiles on both their faces.

 

When he was younger, his father always said “A woman is always tender to the man she loves” whenever he tried to explain exactly how he put up with such an overbearing woman like his mother. He used to scoff at those words, calling his father “whipped” even when he fell into the same trap he did—drawn like a lazy moth to Temari's intense flame.

 

But now, as he stared at the woman he called his wife, he suddenly understood why his Father was willing to bend over backwards for his mother. She was overbearing, she was mean, she was bossy, and she was crazy. But she was also a loving, tender, woman with a smile that lit the night sky and—even with child—was irresistibly sexy. He idly wondered why he didn't see this in her a long time ago, but waved it off as too troublesome to think about.

 

“I love you, babe.” He said to her, his fingertips pushing the bangs from her face.

 

Temari smiled as she gave him a heavy-lidded stare. “I love you too, honey.”

 

 

@@@ Some time Later @@@

 

 

“'Rub my feet, Shikamaru...make plans with Lady Tsunade for the delivery date, Shikamaru...bring me home some more ice cream, Shikamaru'...man...what a drag...”

 

He heard this line before, but there was something slightly different this time. Far from dumb, no, Choji was actually quite intelligent and rather perceptive, especially when it came to his best friend.

 

“More trouble with the wife?” He asked.

 

“Yeah...she's getting even worse now that the baby is two months away. I'm running all over the place, doing every little things she tells me...I even had to miss a day of classes to help her around the house.”

 

Choji just chuckled. “Something tells me you don't mind it though.”

 

“Eh? What are you talking about?” Shikamaru responded, feeling a bit indignant.

 

“You sound completely like your Dad you know, all the complaining you've been doing has been pretty half-hearted for a while now.” Choji noted before taking a bite of his fried chicken.

 

“Eh? What? You think I like having that crazy broad boss me around?! You're out of your mind!”

 

“Face it Shikamaru, she's got you whipped just like your Mom has your Dad.”

 

“Feh...” Shikamaru groaned. “It's no point arguing with you, but I'm not whipped. Come on, let's get to the store before it closes...and don't eat any of the ice cream this time! I don't want to sleep out with the deer again.”

 

“Yeah, yeah...” Choji replied before making a whip-cracking sound and the appropriate hand gesture.

 

Shikamaru chose to ignore that last bit, he could always kill Choji later. Right now he wanted to get that troublesome woman that expensive ice cream she loved so much.

 

“After you're done making the plans with Lady Tsunade, I want you to get me some ice cream and come straight home.” He recalled Temari's words from earlier with a smile. “Your Mom wants to spoil Suki again, and since you've been such a good husband lately, I think I'll spoil you too.”

 

Whipped? Debatable. Happy? You know it.

 

END

 

 

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A/N: I wonder how many people will lynch me for this one? Oh well, H is H and I'm as H as they come. Heh heh heh heh. Leave a review if you're man (or woman) enough, some suggestions and ideas where to go with these next wouldn't hurt, either.