#watch nara teach her and she actually sucks

[ava-achlys]

Erised Part 3

-continuation-

Pulling off with a slick 'pop', she sat upright and opened her mouth, letting the cum drip onto her chest as she pulled down her dress. The cum and saliva dripped onto her now exposed breasts, a silver bar between each of her nipples glinting in the dim light. Eric scrambled to take a closer look, despite his exhaustion. "You have nipple piercings?!" He scream-whispered. She giggled and scooted closer offering a closer look. Juyeon looked hungrily at her and immediately attached his lips to one, licking the cum off her chest as he groped her ass. Eric hesitantly did the same to her other nipple, but he caressed her waist instead. Nara leaned back on her knees, sighing in pleasure as her two lovers toyed with her nipples, indulging themselves.

Juyeon bit hard enough to leave red teeth marks on her chest and slapped her ass before turning to Eric with a smirk, "My turn now, babyboy." Eric pulled off, eyes wide in confusion and excitement. Nara stepped off the bed momentarily, to reposition herself at the head of the bed behind the blonde. She pulled him backwards so he laid on her chest and wrapped her arms around him, peppering little kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders. Meanwhile, Juyeon had gotten up and stood next to the bed, shedding his coat and shirt as he went.

Eric eyed the growing tent in his skin-tight trousers with hunger as the taller man teasingly pulled at his own waistband. Chuckling at his lustful expression, Juyeon pulled his trousers down painstakingly slowly, relishing the way Eric's eyes glazed over when his massive length finally sprung free from the confines of tight navy fabric. "Fuck" Eric whispered, eyes transfixed on the throbbing length before him, his own little cock twitching to life again. Nara brushed her lips on the shell of his ear, stage-whispering "You'll appreciate how big he is when he's actually inside you, you know..." looking up at Juyeon with dreamy eyes as well.

The taller man stalked closer, his cock swaying heavily with each step and Eric shivered under his piercing gaze. Elegant, calculated, predatory. Something akin to a panther, he thought, especially with his jet-black hair and glinting dark eyes. His large hands grip Eric's thighs and spread them open again, proceeding to blow hot air onto his hole. He watched as the prince's cock twitched and hardened further. "Tell me baby, have you ever fingered yourself?" He asked. Eric avoided his gaze and mumbled under his breath. Juyeon glanced at Nara, both of them amused by how shy their usually energetic little baby had become tonight. Nara gripped his jaw gently and forced him to look at his hyung again. "Speak up sweetheart, answer Juyeonnie hyung properly," she chastised. The prince blushed even deeper and stammered out a shaky "Y-yes hyung, I have."

Juyeon beamed at him, running a hand through his blonde locks. "Show us, baby. Show us how you play with yourself," he encouraged. He took one of Eric's hand and sucked on two fingers, coating them generously with his spit, and passed it to Nara, who did the same; Eric thought he could come just from this feeling. When they were sufficiently coated, or rather, dripping with hot saliva, he hesitantly pressed his middle finger onto his puckered hole, tracing its rim before pushing in slowly. He actually fingered himself in the bath before he got ready, in an attempt to get rid of his nervousness about seeing the two of them at his party. He had imagined being sandwiched between the two, having them use his body as they pleased. Never did he expect his dreams to come true like this. He shut his eyes as he began to pump his finger in and out of his pink hole until he felt ready to add another finger.

He felt their hands roaming all over his body and he lost himself to the feeling. His free hand was interlaced with one of Nara's, and her other hand gripping his thigh, spreading him open for Juyeon, manicured nails digging into the toned flesh. Meanwhile, Juyeon's large, warm hands were everywhere. First he felt them teasing his nipples, then squeezing his perky ass, then rubbing his other thigh, and now, they were holding his legs open, replacing Nara's; her smaller hand now resting on his waist. A sudden slap to his left asscheek jolted him from his haze. He opened his eyes and paused scissoring himself open. Juyeon smiled sweetly at him, "Don't go zoning out now, we're far from done," and suddenly stuck 2 long fingers into Eric's hole and began helping stretch him open. Eric gasped and squirmed at the intrusion. He was unused to having 4 fingers inside him at once; normally 3 were enough to make himself cum. It stung a little, but soon it turned to pleasure and he found himself rocking his hips to fuck himself onto his and Juyeon's fingers. His moan cut off when he felt Juyeon's fingers slip out just as suddenly as they had entered him and he wanted to scream. He was so close!

"That was mean, Juyeonnie, he was enjoying himself," Nara laughed airily, stroking the poor boy's head to comfort him as she hugged him close. Juyeon chuckled darkly, "I think he's ready for more. Aren't you baby boy?" He tilted Eric's chin up to meet his lusty gaze. Eric nodded eagerly and Juyeon dropped his finger from his chin. He brought his attention to his fat, throbbing cock by softly brandishing it in front of the prince's face. "Get me ready for your tight little pussy sweetheart. I like it messy. You know what to do, don't you?" Eric's mouth watered at the sight of the red tip, shiny and dripping with precum. He scrambled to sit up on his knees and grabbed at it, his small hands making it look even more massive. He licked at it tentatively and Juyeon's knees nearly buckled. Gaining confidence, the blonde began to kitten lick all over his shaft, stopping at times to gather the precum in his mouth. Finally he sunk his lips down onto the length, drawing a low growl from the man above him. However, he couldn't fit all of him into his mouth at one go, so he stroked the base of Juyeon's shaft and balls with his hands as he hollowed his cheeks.

"Aww look how pretty he looks Juyeonnie! He's got such pretty lips, made for sucking cock. He can't even fit all of you down his throat, the little virgin. But it's okay, we've got lots of time to teach him. Pretty little baby will pick it up in no time," Nara cooed, raking her nails up and down his sides. Eric moaned at the thought of doing all this again, and moaned even louder when he felt Juyeon pull his hair. Tears pricked at his eyes as he felt his head being pushed down till his nose met the skin below Juyeon's belly button. He felt his air being cut off and hot tears streamed down his face as he felt the tip of his cock down his throat. The taller man held him in place and tried to not to thrust, groaning at the feeling of wet heat around his cock. "He'll be our pretty little slut. You can teach him a thing or two Nara," he grunted, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Finally, after what Eric felt was an eternity, he pulled his mouth off him and Eric fell backwards into Nara's arms, gulps of fresh air burning his raw throat. Juyeon was also breathing harshly, determined not to cum unless it was in Eric's ass.

“Are you ready for me baby? How badly do you want my cock inside your pretty little hole hmm?” Juyeon asked mockingly, slapping the head of his cock on Eric’s clenching hole, the wet sounds making both Nara and Eric shiver. “I want it so bad, hyungie please, I- I want you, no I need you to fuck me- ah!” Eric choked on a scream as the taller male plunged his into his tight heat. Juyeon was only halfway in when Eric came suddenly with a long, drawn-out moan. His back arched as he clung onto Nara, sobbing as his sensitive cock released creamy white liquid in spurts. Juyeon continued to push himself in slowly. “Already cumming? Just from putting my dick into your pussy? He’s an even needier slut than we expected, huh Nara?” he chuckled. Eric groaned as he felt every inch of Juyeon’s massive cock stretch him open, until he felt his balls touch his ass. Both of them panting, his hyung leaned in close, and kissed him sweetly. he stroked the blonde’s cheek gently, as both he and Nara peppered his face, neck and chest with kisses and let him get used to the sheer size of the throbbing length inside him. 

“You okay baby?”

“Yes, please move, hyung. I can take it, “ Eric breathed out.

Smiling proudly at their baby, Juyeon gave him one last peck on his lips before pulling out almost completely, and slamming back into Eric, balls deep. Eric let out a scream and his hands grabbed at everything, desperate to find something to ground him as his favourite hyung fucked him senseless. Juyeon continued to drill into his ass, thrusting deeply, hands on Eric’s hips to slam him down on his cock as he thrust upwards. Eric was sobbing and babbling incoherently as he was bent in half, pounded like he was just a little sex doll, being used to chase Juyeon’s orgasm. The sounds of wet skin slapping and Juyeon’s low grunts nearly caused him to miss Nara’s gasp and the feeling of her hand touching herself at the sight of the tall man fucking the blonde so aggressively. She was used to being used the same way, but she would admit that watching him wreck their sweet baby was a sight to behold. Her eyes trailed upwards from watching how Juyeon’s cock disappeared inside Eric’s hole to his chiseled abs flexing with every thrust, to meet his glinting, mischievous eyes. “Baby boy I think someone’s feeling a little neglected. Can you play with noona too? Make her feel good like how I’m doing to you. Want you to fuck her with your tongue, sweetheart can you do that? You’re a good boy right?” Juyeon moaned.

“Yesyes I’m a good boy, wanna make hyung and noona feel good too,” Eric begged. He felt himself being picked up and turned over onto his knees, face mere inches away from Nara’s slick pussy. His licked his lips at the thought of tasting her, and the feeling of being manhandled. Once he was settled in his new position, Juyeon entered Eric with a slam and continued snapping his hips into Eric’s ass with fervor. The blonde moaned at the feeling, and Nara grabbed him by his hair, guiding him closer to her heat. “Go on, babyboy want you to eat my pussy while Juyeonnie pounds tears up yours.” Eric licks a long stripe up through her folds and he feels her grip in his hair tighten. Good, noona liked that, he thought to himself proudly. He began lapping at her folds and sucking at her clit. The dick pounding into his ass brought an idea to his mind. He extended his tongue and stiffened it, and began plunging it into her dripping cunt. He tongue fucked her and hungrily sucked up her juices as he felt her thighs shake, indicating that her orgasm was near. Juyeon’s thrusts were getting sloppy too, replacing long, deep strokes with hard, irregular jabs. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, baby. Gonna cum inside your pussy while you drink up every last drop of noona’s cum, you understand? Gonna make you cum a 3rd time, little cockslut.” Juyeon groaned as he punctuated every sentence with a shaky snap of his hips. He bent his body over, so that his chest was flush with Eric’s back, the sweat and heat driving both boys closer to their orgasms. He shoved the blonde’s face deeper into Nara’s pussy as both bottoms moaned loudly, Eric’s tongue exploring her walls further. She raised a hand to flick and pull at a nipple, grinding her pussy on his face, chasing her own climax. Juyeon used his other hand to grab the blonde’s hip and picked up speed, their balls slapping together with each thrust. Eric moaned like a whore, enjoying being used by both ends; his mouth and tongue bring grinded on, and his prostate was being abused. 

#erised//achlys #tbz

[shikastemari]

— tiptoe; shikadai week. ࿐ྂ。

this drawing was made by the talented @trubwlsum. if you haven’t followed him already, go give him a cheeky follow and check his page, i swear you won’t regret it. this whole collab idea was his and i don’t think i’ve thanked him enough for this fun experience and also for trusting that i could write a fic to this unbelievable amazing drawing. thank you for always being my perfect partner. 

written and drawn for Shikadai Nara Week 2019 | day 01 - favorite memory

words | 1125

rating | K

beta and cowriter | @trubwlsum (yes, there isn’t anything he can’t do)

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The Nara Forest was his favorite place to rest.

Especially this one open field in the middle of it, like his own private way to cut his stress down, ignoring all the city noises and the work which was being constantly thrown his way. So, staying there, staring at the clouds passing by, feeling nothing but absolute peace made it win a place in his heart.

Plus, it was her favorite place too.

He jerked his head in the direction of the laughing sound filling the forest. His baby sister was running around his summoning weasel, which, surprisingly, played along with her. It could easily climb a tree and stay out of her tiny figure, but instead kept dodging the bushes, taking her with it.

The weasel hid inside of a bush and she stopped. It was like Shikadai could see the gears in her head working, thinking of a plan to grab the animal. Going for the easiest option, she decided to tiptoe until she could reach it. But, her breathing was too uneven, and it gave her position away.

Once she jumped into the bush, moving aside branches to find the weasel, it went through her legs, escaping away from her again as she laughed louder.

It was honestly his favorite sound in the world.

“Shikari,” he said, sitting on the grass. “Come drink some water.”

“But big brother,” she started to pout but Shikadai shook his head.

“You need to be strong if you want to catch it. Water will help,” he shook the water bottle in front of himself, drawing her to come closer.

The little Nara girl just sighed and walked towards his direction. He tried not to smile thinking about how her attitude was so like his when he was younger. 

But when she grabbed the bottle, she chugged half of it with one breath. 

“Hey, hey. Take it easy,” Shikadai stretched his hand to grab the bottom from her but she moved, so fast he was actually impressed.

“Can you teach me?” She blurted out, tilting her head and making her blond bangs cover her eyes.

“Teach what?”

“To make a weasel,” she answered, her face serious.

Shikadai bit inside his cheek to avoid him from laughing, “you want me to teach you to make a weasel?”

“Yes!” She said, excitedly. “My weasel doesn’t appear when I do it.”

“Do what?”

Shikari got up, beating her clothes so the leaves would fall on the ground. She narrowed her dark brown eyes, completely concentrated, as Shikadai raised his eyebrows. Taking a deep breath, the little girl yelled the Summoning Jutsu and did the hand seals.

Shikadai wanted to laugh, but he contained himself.

At least that was what he tried to do when his little sister put her thumb in her mouth and sucked on it.

The whole scene was adorable and made his heart swell with so much love. His sister was incredibly smart, more than he ever was. Everything she learned was from watching him do it first, making it even more adorable when she’d thought he sucked on his finger during a summoning jutsu.

She ran her finger on the grass and waited.

When she realized nothing would happen, she turned her head back to him, her eyes fueled with frustration.

“Why can’t I make a weasel?!”

As if sensing the kid’s sadness, his summoning weasel got closer to her and wrapped itself around her feet, making her smile a little.

“You don’t have a fan, Shikari.” Shikadai pointed to his fan against a tree near them. Her sister wouldn’t be as tall as it even on her toes. “You need one to make a weasel.”

“I don’t have a fan,” she repeated, looking to where Shikadai pointed as if realization just hit her.

“You’ll have it one day,” Shikadai laid back on the grass, his eyes locked again on the clouds above him. 

Her scream awakened everything in his body.

He jumped to his feet, his kunai in position as soon as it hit his ears. His eyes scanned the open field, looking for any threat, but all he could find was his sister next to the tree he left his fan, which was now pressed against her ankle.

He ran to her direction, quickly pushing aside the fan off her limb. He inspected her injury as she cautiously brushed a hand over it, her eyes glittering with tears she was trying to hold back.

“Shikari, what did you do?”

He kneeled next to her, touching her hand gently and putting it far from her ankle. It was red already where the fan struck and Shikadai had a feeling it would swell. Fast. 

He tried to pull away from the guilt he felt as he looked around, thinking about what to do. He didn’t bring along any medical kit that could help, which he probably should’ve. Shikadai made sure the string of curses floating across his mind stayed there.

“I’m sorry,” she tried to say, but her voice cracked along with Shikadai’s heart.

“It’s okay, Shikari, it was the fan’s fault.”

Shikadai turned to it, “That’s a bad fan,” then hit it slightly.

“No Dai.”

He looked back, an eyebrow raising up. “No?”

“It’s the only thing we have left from Ma.”

He slowly lowered his eyes, nodding gently as he did so, down to the red sash around his waist. 

That was when it hit him.

“That’s not the only thing, actually.”

Pulling a bit from his waist, he used it to wrap around her ankle, stabilizing it until he could take her to do a proper checkup. He doubted it was broken, but he would only be at ease after Sakura had taken a look at it.

Shikadai put both hands on his sister’s sides and lifted her up. She accidentally put the bad ankle on the ground and let out a squeal of pain. Shikadai positioned himself with his back turned on her, as he signalled for her to wrap her arms around his neck. 

They were connected by this tiny piece of red fabric. 

The path to the city again was weirdly longer than usual and Shikari didn’t talk much. When he was about to ask her if she was sleeping, her voice surprised him.

“Dai? Can you teach me to make a weasel?”

He smiled. Her determination was surely something else.

“Maybe when you’re older.”

She kept quiet for a moment, before answering. “Tomorrow?”

He couldn’t see her face, but he knew she was smiling. “Tomorrow?”

“I’ll be one day older than today,” she laughed.

Shikadai felt his heart lighten by listening to it. “Fine, smart girl. I’ll teach you when you’re taller than the fan.”

“Can I-”

“No tiptoeing.”

#shikadaiweek2019 #shikadai #shikadai nara #shikatema #shikamaru nara #temari

[artlessictoan]

Could I request something for Soft butch Karin and Butch Hinata? The pairing stole my heart by accident and now im in love with it.

YESSSSSSSS MORE HINAKARIN also teacher au, bc i’ve been craving it lately

(requests open)

(ao3 mirror)

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“Are you sure no one’s coming?” He’d been asking thatquestion every five seconds for the last ten minutes and, honestly, Hikari wasgetting sick of it.

She casually elbowed the ladder her friend was balancing on,taking a little joy in the terrified squeal he let out. “Yeah, I’m sure, justhurry up so we can get out of here already.” Beside her, Ren snickered, beforegently shaking the ladder himself.

“Would you both cut it out, I’m the one doing all the work y’know!”

“Ren came up with the plan and I made the stuff to go in theballoons, compared to that you’ve got the easy bit,” she said, peeking her headout of the door and looking both ways down the hall to check for intruders.

They had been waiting for this opportunity for weeks andsoon, the moment would be at hand. Revenge was gonna be sweet.

“Ok, I’m done, let’s get outta here, quick,” Yuta said, jumpingoff the ladder and quickly folding it up.

Together, they gathered up any evidence of their mischief, checkedthe surroundings for anyone lying in wait, then, sharing a knowing smirk andsnickering at each other, they turned around to head back to their classroom. Thebell had already rung, but it was only Nara-sensei’s class, he wouldn’t punishthem for tardiness – hell, he probably hadn’t even turned up himself yet.

“What do you three think you’re doing?”

As one, they froze in place, before slowly, sloooooowly,turning around to face the sharp voice that had silently snuck up on them. “K-Karin-sensei!”

They were screwed.

“Well?” she asked, staring down at them, arms crossed andfoot tapping. A notoriously strict teacher had caught them, carrying a ladder, string,tape and empty water balloons in their hands and generally just looking mightysuspicious. No way was she going to let them out of this easy, not unless theyhad a bulletproof excuse.

“We were just…” She looked to each of her allies in turn, neitherof whom giving her a response more useful than a shrug. “Juuust… going tochange a lightbulb?”

Was she blinking that slowly on purpose, or was time justslowing for Hikari as her life passed in front of her eyes – all six years ofit. “With balloons.”

“Um, these are-” Think of something, quick.

Finally, Ren stopped shivering in terror long enough up tohelp her out, saying, “For a class with Konohamaru-sensei later!” His excusewas even almost believable.

“Really.”

When Ren failed to elaborate, Yuta jumped in to save him. “He’suh… teaching us the rasengan?” Aaaand they were back to being screwed. Ok,maybe she hadn’t been able to come up with anything better, but she was stillgoing to have to drag both her friends off and coach them on knowing when tokeep their big mouths shut when they got out of this. If they got out ofthis.

And judging by the ever-narrowing eyes of the scariestteacher in the entire academy, that was looking less likely by the second.

“You’re in your second year; rasengan is an advanced classonly available to genin graduates.”

If she’d been in a better state of mind, Hikari might’vewondered why she didn’t seem phased by the more obvious issue of why they wouldeven need to bring water balloons to a class teaching an A-rank jutsu, but as itwas, she just trembled in place, praying for an escape from this situation.

“Classes have started, what are you all doing out- oh,Karin-sensei, is something the matter here?”

Lightly jogging down the hall towards them, messy ponytailbouncing along behind her, was their salvation.

All three students shouted in unison, “Hinata-sensei!”

“These three were clearly up to something, I’m just tryingto get to the bottom of it.” Glasses were adjusted as the shorter of the two womencame to a stop beside the other. Seeing them standing next to each other, thedifference was stark; where Karin looked cool and professional, in her buttonup shirt and tailored shorts – the only contrast to her smart appearance being herundercut hair – Hinata was all soft hoodies and a thousand layers, clearly shewas only dressing for comfort, but it made her so much more approachable than almostevery other adult working at the school.

Moral boosted by the soft presence of the kind teacher,Hikari found her voice again. “We haven’t done anything; this is all just a bigcoincidence!”

“I’m not buying that for a second.”

“Karin-sensei, let’s give them the benefit of the doubt,” Hinatasaid, reaching up to rest a light hand against the other woman’s shoulder. “I’msure our students would know better than to lie to us.” The gentle smile on herlips was sharper than any of Karin-sensei’s glares.

Hikari twitched.

“In fact, why don’t we all go into the room together and seewhat happens?”

The three students exchanged a glance. “Uh, actually-” Renstarted speaking, but was cut off before he could get anywhere.

“I mean, if you haven’t done anything, then I’m sure you wouldbe happy to prove it.” She still wore the gentle smile, but, with every word outof her mouth, it seemed less and less kind; more and more cunning. “It would bequite easy.”

By this point, sweat was sliding down Hikari’s back like awaterfall. “Well, see, we would, except that we really have a class tobe getting to now, don’t want to be late, right?”

Hinata blinked at them, smile not dimming for a second. “You’realready late, I’m sure a few extra seconds won’t hurt, I’ll even vouch for youto your teacher.”

A hand settled heavily on her shoulder, firmly pushing hertoward the door. Hikari sent a desperate look to her friends – theirexpressions of pure terror perfectly matched her own – then, hopelessly, as alast-ditch effort, turned to Karin-sensei.

There was no mercy to be found in her glower.

As the teacher pulled open the door, she finally found thecourage to scream, “NO, STOP!”

She closed her eyes, already knowing what was coming,waiting for the inevitable impact-

The rush of wind was halted with such speed that she sworeshe heard a little thunder clap. But, other than that, she felt nothing.

Sucking in a deep breath, she slowly opened one eye,squinting at the green blob hanging an inch from her nose. The relief floodingthrough her left her bones feeling like jelly – not too dissimilar to the gloopysubstance she knew to be held within the water balloon’s thin shell, carefully mixedwith a kind of dye that took a week to wash out – but she managed to staymostly upright as she staggered back a few steps from the hanging balloon.Following the string it was attached to with her gaze, she saw the hand holdingit firmly in place and, following the hand up a dark-skinned arm, she found itattached to a blank-faced Karin-sensei.

“Clear up this mess and get to your classes. Now.”

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The halls grew quiet, as they slowly walked away from thefrantically apologetic students and she was thankful for it, because shedefinitely didn’t want anyone to hear them talk.

“You were going to let her get hit by that balloon, weren’tyou?”

Hinata glanced at her with those huge, terribly innocenteyes of hers. “If she payed more attention in her classes, she would have beenable to dodge it.”

She snorted, but still had to bite her own lip to keep thesmirk concealed. “I can’t believe I’ve got the reputation as the scary teacher,when you can go around pulling shit like that and still be everyone’s favourite.”

“Are you jealous?” God, that quietly confident air Hinataheld around herself like an aura was just devastating.

Trying to play off her embarrassment – and slight horniness,they were in the workplace after all – Karin said, “As long as they take mylessons seriously, I don’t care if they like me or not.” Which wasn’t true atall; as much of a pain as some of them could be, there was a kind of fulfilmentand excitement that she got from teaching that she’d never had in her entiretime as a shinobi.

She just had a bad case of resting bitch-face and was alittle awkward around kids was all.

And at this point, she didn’t want to ruin her reputation.

Feather-light fingers trailed up her spine, leaving trailsof ticklish skin in their wake, even through her shirt. “Don’t worry, you’ll alwaysbe my favourite.”

Red to her ears, she snapped her head away from hergirlfriend so that she couldn’t see how happy that comment had just made her.Practically feeling the grin pointed at her back, she made a show of looking ather watch and muttering an excuse about having tests to score before her nextclass started and, with a short goodbye and a light peck to her cheek, sheswiftly marched down the hall.

Hinata grabbed her hand before she could get very farhowever, easily pulling her back and gently bringing her down enough that theirlips could meet in a brief kiss. “I’m taking you out somewhere nice tonight; I’llpick you up at eight.”

“So bossy,” she murmured, biting at her lip lightly beforepulling away. With a bashful grin and slightly wobbly legs, she managed to get halfwaydown the hall before soft words halted her in her tracks.

“Wear that suit I like, the one with the purple flowers onit.”

“Fine, but you better not show up wearing a ratty old hoodieagain! You might not have any standards, but I do.”

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#ictoan writes #hinakarin #hinata hyuga #karin #naruto #ictoan answers #THISSSS SHIPPPPP #I LOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEEE #also hina giving off that Strong Top Energy bc i say so #thank you for my life nonny! #Anonymous

[shikastemari]

— goal; shikatemadai. ࿐ྂ。

written for Shikadai Week 2019 | day 02 - betrayal

words | 1704

rating | K

warning | none

a/n | i have no clue where i was heading with this and i made this way more dramatic than it probably should’ve (honestly, there’s someone rubbing off on me a lot lately) but here it is. also, maybe, there’ll be a part two but who knows, i don’t really like doing those.  👀

masterlist in bio

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Shikadai never understood why the hell his parents cared so much about sports.

Yes, the two of them were respected shinobi, known worldwide by their actions in the last Shinobi War, but somehow, Shikadai doubt his father could run a mile without his smoker lungs taking a toll on him, and his mother, although incredibly talented, probably hadn’t cardio exercises as her strongest suit. 

So, the fact both were fanatic over football just made the young Nara head to hurt.

He didn’t even have to ask why both of them were arguing when he got home from school. Him being 12 years old, he had seen how argumentative both get every time a World Cup starts. Shikamaru always liked to point it out how weak Suna strategics to win games were, and Temari was a fan of showing how many times Konoha could lose opportunities to win the matches.

In other words, all of it was a real drag.

Shikadai tried to sneak in without making too much noise. If he wanted to reach his room, he would have to go through the living room, where the loud screams and curses were coming from. They were usually bad, but when the game was Konoha versus Suna? 

They were unbearable.

He was sure his father didn’t even like soccer that much, that he would do it just to piss his mom off. She was a huge fan since Shikadai could remember. The woman wanted him to learn how to kick before even learning the family jutsu’s, she was that obsessed.

“See? Your team sucks!” Temari’s cheerful voice reached his ear. Suna was probably winning if she was happy.

“Temari, we both know Suna’s goalkeeper suck. The penalties are about to start, we are still in the game,” Shikamaru retorted.

Passing through the living room, giving one quick glance to tv and he noticed the players getting together in a line, middle field. The game ended up in a tie, and now it was going straight for penalties. His parents would be hard to handle after it’s over.

“Shikadai, we didn’t see you there,” his father pointed out and the boy noticed too late he stopped to stare at the tv for too long. “Now that you are here, you can help me to put some sense into your mom’s head.”

“Dai, tell him our goalies are the best and we can totally crush his team,” Temari said, narrowing a copy of his own eyes to her husband.

Shikamaru had a cigarette on his lips, but it wasn’t lit. Temari imposed a very strict rule of no smoking inside the house. Shikadai knew it meant his father was nervous, not actually believing Konoha could win against Suna.

“Tem, the guy literally couldn’t defend a goal from Kiri. It was just terrible to watch, and you know that” Shikamaru looked at his son, waiting for some backup. He chose to remain in silence, though, earning a sigh from his father.

“It happens! It doesn’t mean he’s bad because he screwed up one time,” Temari argued.

“He did it against Iwa as well,” Shikamaru raised an eyebrow.

“He isn’t bad if he screwed up tw-”

“Remember when he-”

“OKAY!” She folded her arms against her chest, “I got it. Repeat one more time and I’ll tear your tongue out.”

Shikadai didn’t know how long it took from the end of the game to the penalty to start, but he was sure today was longer than usual. He did think of staying there until it started, although it would be too risky for him. There was one particular thing he was desperate to avoid.

“Who are you cheering for, Shikadai?” Shikamaru changed the attention to his kid.

And it was that exact question. Every single World Cup, Shikadai had been running away from choosing a team. As both of his parents looked at him with expectation, he felt the anxiety building up. How was he supposed to choose one of them? Why would they want for Shikadai to choose one?

He had tried before. “Both” and “none” never made a real effect and they never took it as an actual answer. “I don’t care about football” apparently wasn’t an answer good enough either. They tried hard not to push him, but deep down he knew they were eager for an answer.

“To whoever wins,” Shikadai shrugged. 

“Just tell your father you’re a Suna fan.”

“End your mom’s craziness and tell her the truth.”

“Craziness?”

That was how another fight started.

They kept arguing, although he was aware it wasn’t a real argument. Both could annoy the hell out of each other, but they would always go back to their usual self once the game was over. Shikadai would even risk saying they had a really fun dynamic. 

Shikadai risked another glance to the tv, the goalie from Suna and the opponent from Konoha were getting ready to start. Shikadai just sighed once before speaking.

“Suna won the World Cup 5 times,” he started and both of his parents turned to him, “y’a know they have a huge shot of winning also this one,” he said the last part looking at his father.

Temari smiled proudly, ready to tease Shikamaru when Shikadai kept going. 

“However,” Shikadai completed, “Konoha’s team is doing an amazing campaign this year. The attack is the best of the competition so far, and they have been destroying their opponents one by one. I think they’ll take this one.”

Both stayed silent and stared at their son, with his mouth agape. Not even his dad saw it coming. Only when Konoha scored the first goal, the couple came out of a trance. 

Shikamaru turned to say something to Temari, but stopped midway as he watched her hurt expression. Shikadai knew she must have been feeling a little betrayed and he hated he was the one causing it. He never wanted to stab any of his parents, but that was what his mom tried to hide with a sad smile.

She turned back to the television, waiting for Suna to have the next penalty, without saying a word. Shikamaru joined her, and the young Nara spotted when his old man covered her tiny hand with his own.

The path to Shikadai’s bedroom felt longer than usual. He couldn’t shake this bad feeling away for hurting his mom’s feelings. He threw a few curses at himself for not choosing to stay quiet. As soon as he reached the room, he realized there was a package over his bed.

Opening it carefully, Shikadai got himself looking at a Suna football team jersey. The shirt was beige and carried the simple shield on the right side, and behind there was his name, Nara Shikadai, in white with the number one.

Next to the bed, there was a little note with his mom handwriting. “You’re always my number one.”

The crack in Shikadai’s heart was almost audible, the weight on his heart getting worse and worse by second. He couldn’t understand why such sport could mean so much to her and he realized he never asked. Not once. While he was sure his father turned into a football fan after he met his mother, she had been on this road for a while.

Shikadai didn’t know much about her, he noticed. Not the woman behind the mom. The Temari before the marriage, before Konoha. He didn’t know her hobbies, or what she liked to do when she was young. He didn’t know about her past much, except both her parents died when she was pretty young. 

He felt terrible. As in, he failed her as a son, and as a human being. Every time they went to Suna, he was way more focused on playing with Shinki or asking his Uncles to show something cool with their jutsus.

Suddenly, Shikadai knew how to fix it. 

No clue how much time he got stuck in his room, lost in his thoughts. When he reached the living room, his parents weren’t there anymore. So, he followed to the next possible room. 

His mom sat on the kitchen table, reading a newspaper while his father was next to the oven, preparing something to eat. The scene in front of him was so unusual, it could only mean one thing.

Konoha lost.

Shikadai almost wanted to laugh, but he held it in. Again, his father was the first to spot him.

“Hungry? Hope you like ramen,” Shikamaru said and his son noticed there was a red spot on his pink apron. He couldn’t remember something red going on the ramen, but he decided not to mention it.

“Starving,” he replied, looking at his mom now, who stared him back. “Did Suna win?”

“5-3.” She replied with a small smile, “one more time, Suna is the best in the world.”

“Speaking of which,” Shikadai blurted out, taking a deep breath. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. “I want to go there.”

“To where? The stadium?” Temari questioned.

“No, to Suna.”

“But you’ve been to Suna before,” his mom pointed out.

“Yes, but I never really paid too much attention to it, did I? I wanna get to know your favorite places, where you grew up, what you used to do when you weren’t kicking dad’s ass-”

“Language, young boy,” Shikamaru intervened and Shikadai doubted the interruption was due to the wording there.

“Anyway, just show me, teach me about Suna and your past,” Shikadai let out a breath. “What do you tell me?”

His mother just stared at him, completely inexpressive. He remembered his dad once saying she could hide emotions like no one, and Shikadai didn’t quite understand it until that moment. 

It was like he blinked and the next second, two arms were wrapped around him, pulling him into the tightest hug he had been to. He heard his mother sniffing next to him, and all he could do was to involve her back.

Over her shoulder, Shikadai spotted his father’s proud smile and the older Nara blinked back at him, approving of his way of fixing things, and that was when he realized, he had scored the biggest goal of the night.

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