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Shika, hurry your ass up!” you called out to your roommate who was upstairs in his room. he slid a shirt on, hair down cascading around his shoulders as he walked out of his room and into yours, grabbing a random hairtie you left on your doorknob and walking out to the hallway.
You stood near the front door, scrolling around on your phone and finally hearing him get closer until he appeared at the top of the stairs, pulling his hair into a ponytail while heading down the stairs.
Your eyes flicker back to your screen but you suddenly flinch at the sound of loud ass thuds.
“Shikamaru!” You look back up to see him now at the bottom of the stairs. on the floor. and groaning in pain, making you hold back a laugh.
“A-are you okay?” You ask as he grits his teeth in pain. You walk closer to him and your stomach sinks when you see his wrists completely fucked up, you help him to his feet, holding his arms.
After he fell down the flight of stairs you immediately went to the hospital. His wrists were fractured and now in casts. You two walked back to your car, you held open shikamaru’s car door for him which was humiliating for you, on the other hand he grinned while getting in.
minutes later you try to keep your eyes on the road, you can’t help but look at the casts on his wrists.
“Is there something you wanna say?” shikamaru asks out of the blue while you pull into the parking lot of a fast food restaurant.
“you.. fell down those stairs like peter griffin.” you murmur, avoiding making eye contact at him and the two of you crack up into a fit of laughter til simmering down. his tightly wrapped up wrists+hands lay in his lap while he looks at them.
with slow movements shikamaru moves a hand to his pocket, his eyebrows stitch together when he tries to slip his thumb into his pocket without straining his wrist further.
“don’t.” you say firmly and he moves his hands back into his lap as you dig for his cigarettes in his pocket, popping one out of the pack and into his mouth.
“i should get my wrist broken a lot more.” shikamaru says, lips curling into a smile before you also get out the lighter and light it for him. the light from the tiny flame gleams against his face while he tilts his head to let the tip reach the flame. the concentrated look on his face makes your stomach flutter.
“well then you’d have to learn how to use a lighter with your feet next time.” you retort in a delayed manner.
shikamaru leans against the seat, rolling his window down, he takes a long drag and doesn’t need to speak because you already pull the cig away from his lips.
“you’re so nice.” shikamaru says, exhaling the smoke. you wonder if he actually did try to hurry up and then fell down the stairs because of you, because that would be ridiculous. shikamaru nara getting rushed?
“this is going to be such a fucking drag.” shikamaru sighs, snapping you out of your thoughts. he’s staring down at his hands again.
“i’ll help you—in uh.. anything.” you say and he shakes his head. “what did i do to deserve you?” he says with a dreamy sigh. this would be a lot more theatrical if he could move his hands.
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the next day, you tell shikamaru to take it easy. it wasn’t much of a request for him because after all, your roommate’s good at that.
hours later, you come home during the night from ino’s house, opening the door to your house quietly and shutting it with a click of the lock. you let out a sigh, tossing your keys somewhere on the kitchen counter.
“shika, i’m home.” you call out getting no response while you’re busy filling a cup with water halfway then chugging it.
suddenly you get worried, what if he tried doing something that worsened the pain? you huff and make your way upstairs, prepared to insult the shit out of your roommate when the sound of a groan becomes apparent to your ears.
“fuck…” the sound of a blanket rustling and shikamaru’s groan. it sounds exhausted as if he just failed doing something.
you push open his already slightly ajar door, heart racing at the sight of him laying in his bed, blanket concealing his hips while part of his lower abs were exposed because of his T-shirt riding up his stomach.
“shikamaru?” you ask, he doesn’t act as if he’s been caught.
he just stares at you, deadpanned.
“can’t touch yourself?” you snort, and he tenses up.
“way to be direct.” he rasps, extending his cast-covered hand under the blanket before you finally push open the door fully, sitting on the side of his bed while he grumbled.
“you said you’ll help me in anything, right?” he recalls and you already reach for the blanket yanking it down to reveal his poor neglected cock, already out of his boxers
“anything.” you repeat, inching over in between his legs.
“well damn, you really gonna give me a handjob?” he asks with a rough voice.
“shut up.”
just as roommates. you repeated to yourself in your head. you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, his hips jerk once involuntarily and his mouth hangs open at the feeling of your soft hands.
of course you’ve seen his print through sweatpants he wore, they were only brief glances when he’d be half-hard in the morning.
and he was even bigger behind those sweatpants.
you take in the sight and notice a prominent vein decorating his thick and long cock.
he had to be at least 8 inches.
you bit your lip, watching that bulging vein move as you stroke him.
“s-shit..” shikamaru’s mouth hangs open in bliss while you press your lips together, trying not to fucking drool at the sight of how your hands barely cover his length.
“aww, look at you, a fuckin natural, huh?” shikamaru lets out an airy laugh, sounding dangerously close to a moan and you scoff.
“oh please, you’re literally so fucking sensitive.” and just to prove your point; his flushed tip twitches and he lets out a strangled moan when you pick up your pace.
“hah—fuck..” his whimpers are broken as you shift from sitting on your knees to laying down, elbow resting on his thigh while working his cock.
“wonder what’ll happen to you if I use my mouth. you’d lose your fucking mind, right shikamaru?” you ask and he furrows his brows, staring straight at you while his abs clenched.
“‘course not, why would I—fuuuccckkk..” you cut him off, wrapping your lips around his mushroom tip and swirling your tongue around it.
your eyes caught his again and he lifts his hips up, shoving the rest of his length into your mouth making your eyes water.
“don’t look at me like that.” he says shuddering, voice strained while your spit pools down around his base. the squleching makes his head spin.
you’re soaking every inch of him, listening to his ragged whimpers.
“haah, fuck.. i’m so close..”
shika groans you lure his orgasm out.
he stiffens up on the edge, abs rock hard while his hips twitch.
his orgasm smoothly hits him, he’s muttering random curses under his breath when you lap up all of his cum, sucking on his cock and draining him of everything like a fucking succubus.
you kiss his tip and release him while it returns to rest against the contours of his abdomen with a smack.
shikamaru catches his breath, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as his gaze shifts to from his cock to your face
“shikamaru?” you ask, voice suddenly innocent while you shift to sit back on your knees, shikamaru rolls back his shoulder with a pop and sits up.
“such a big help.” his eyes glint, making you laugh and slap his thigh.
“Shut up, this happened only cause you broke your wrists.”
he looks at your glossy lips, drool dripping down your bottom lip and brings a hand to wipe it away, letting his arm flop back down on the mattress with a shudder.
“well I gotta pay you back now, don’t i?”
“yeah. you do.” you grin devilishly and push him back down onto the bed.
moments later, your shorts and panties are discarded somewhere on the floor with his boxers.
but back to your reward; you’re climbing over him til your knees press against the mattress on either sides of his hips, pussy slightly centimetres away from his cock.
“whore.” shikamaru quips, eyes boring into your soul and you wrap your fingers around his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss.
he’s too lazy to give a fuck about what just happened moments ago, doesn’t care about tasting himself when his tongue is rolling against yours with languish.
his hands suddenly jolt painfully as he groans.
“i said take it easy, didn’t i?” you say,
“damn, shika. you’re so needy and mean.”
“mean?” he repeats back. you pull away from him, straddling him properly to line up his length with your entrance. You sink down on him slowly and fix your eyes on the spot where your bodies meet at the same time.
“ah—shika, fuck!” you say, voice trembling when he gives you no time to adjust and slams his hips up into you.
“sorry, i’m just so mean, aren’t i?” he says in a condescending tone even though he’s right under you. but you fucking love it. you don’t even care if this was platonic roommate shit anymore. you only focus on the fire pooling inside of your stomach when he’s slamming up so brutally against you. you rock yourself against his cock with whines.
his cock finally finds that sweet spot and your cunt’s nasty squelching is all that rings in your ears.
“Oh god, ‘s-soo fuckin good shika, right there!” you slur your words and your pussy squeezes down around him.
“shiiitt—she’s squeezing me so tight baby.” he purrs. that petname does something to you while he’s drilling right into that spot, he revels in your broken moans each time your pelvis bumps against him.
“c’mere.” he says, groaning when you arch your back, his cock driving up into your sensitive spot, sending you into fucking heaven.
“that’s it, babe.” he groans. your walls grip onto him like a fucking vice while his tip hits the sweet gummy spot deep inside of you, abusing the shit out of it while you press your lips against his to ground yourself and ride your high.
“there you go, jus’ take my cock.” his voice practically laced with saccharine til you pull away for seconds to catch your breath before returning back to slipping your tongue into his mouth. he nips at your tongue playfully when your walls flutter around him again.
shikamaru relentlessly fucks you fast into an orgasm, you go dumb on his cock while he swallows your pretty moans, reducing them into nothing but sweet whimpers with his tongue, feeling your pussy finally gush down on him and groaning into the kiss, his voice buzzing on your tongue.
2 minutes later, he’s on the edge; his pace slightly faltering and losing rhythm but he makes up for it with even deeper strokes against your poor overstimulated cunt.
you bury your face into his shoulder and he’s cumming inside of you, filling you up and murmuring how well you take it. “your pussy’s fuckin’ made for this cock, y’know that?” he whispers, watching the deep arch of your spine, burying his cum inside of you.
you sob into his shoulder, whining and weakly humming a “mhm.” as he just lays there, with your cunt warming his cock and his arms wrapping around you carefully.
“let me see you.” shikamaru says and you lean away from him, his forehead glistens with sweat like yours. Except you have a fucked-out expression; a teary eyed look joined by your cheeks stained with tears.
“fuckin’ adorable.” shikamaru laughs, cock still stuffed inside of your heat and quivering inside of you when he laughs.
“uh, say something.. did i break you?” he tilts his head, lips curling into a smile.
“no, but y’know what did break?” you prepare to land a joke about his wrists.
“your wris-“
“you cried into my shoulder while riding me, by the way.” shikamaru counters and you grumble and bury your face back into his shoulder, accepting defeat.