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Naruto is, of course, a force of nature. He burns with the strength of a thousand suns and cannot be tamed by mere mortal hands. No one should want to tame him, because he is most beautiful when he’s free and too good to belong to anyone but himself.
On the back of his neck is a mark, white scars left by teeth; an imprint of Shikamaru that can’t be broken. Most would say the omega belongs to the alpha, but Naruto will be their Hokage one day and he’s never belonged to anyone. Never will. Not even Shikamaru. Not in the sense that the previous generation understands.
They are partners, equals. Naruto is stronger than Shikamaru, stronger than his alpha — than anyone, really. He fought a god and won where no one else could. Naruto is not ruled by his secondary gender. He thrives. He bulldozes the path for others, just as he always does.
And Shikamaru loves him for it.
They’ve been bonded for a few years now — twenty-one is fully grown for a shinobi. Their lifespans aren’t expected to be long and society dictates that they have children as soon as possible. Their own parents had them in their early twenties and it’s not so odd for them to do the same, even in a time of peace where expedited baby-making isn’t needed. Ino and Sai are already trying, as are Sakura and Sasuke. Their friends seem to have contracted baby fever, and Shikamaru doesn’t know what to do.
Naruto won’t be Hokage for some years yet. Arguably, now would be the best time for them to have kids, if they want any at all. It’s not something they’ve explicitly talked about recently because of how busy their lives are — next time, they always say, next time. Shikamaru doesn’t feel any which way about actually having kids. It’s expected of him as the heir to his clan, and it’s probably the same for Naruto as well. Maybe even more so, because there aren’t very many Uzumaki left in the world.
Even mixed with Nara blood, Uzumaki are still desired. Like pretty, rare gems.
He knows how Naruto feels.
The blonde could be content with just them, forever, and never complain, but Shikamaru knows that Naruto has always wanted a family. Naruto wants children, wants to be surrounded by loved ones. His greatest fear is being alone, in life and in death. Shikamaru would pull every star down from the sky for him. Children...well, he can give Naruto that.
Naruto’s heat comes four times a year, at the turn of every season. In the years they’ve been mated, they haven’t been together for every single one. Maintaining peace is a busy job, and Naruto is a popular person. Everyone wants to speak to him, every country wants him there personally — all he does is move, move, move. An omega’s heat is manageable and not as debilitating as the media likes to portray. Naruto is in control of all his faculties and can go about his day with heat blockers and scent nullifiers. He’s done it before and he’ll likely do it again. They’re shinobi, and duty calls at any time.
But at the beginning of December, both of them are free as Naruto’s heat hits him with full force. They settle down in their shared apartment, aglow with casual intimacy. Naruto’s body is angular lines and rounded muscles, skin a lovely shade of cinnamon that darkens under the sun. His blue eyes are round and hazy as Shikamaru fucks the first orgasm out of him. No matter how many times they do this, Shikamaru is still enraptured and intoxicated. The scent, the sound, the body — he thinks he could crack open Naruto’s chest and burrow his way in; could sit beside the blonde’s beating heart and let himself be digested. In all manner of gruesome and gory detail, he wants them to become one. Maybe a bit of that shines through when he’s pistoning his cock in and out of Naruto’s slick hole, because the blonde always wails like he’s an animal, eager to pull the violence from a man shrouded in shadows.
Of course Naruto would be attracted to roughness, to darkness and danger. His cock flushes and throbs when Shikamaru wrestles him down mid-rut; he cums untouched when Shikamaru slams his head into the pillows and slaps his ass red.
It’s not that the Nara is inherently... rough, it’s just that Naruto pushes and pushes, stretches the shadows out until they snap. Naruto likes playing at the edge of a cliff. Likes pushing through the laziness to the alpha instincts underneath. It’s troublesome.
When his knot is stuffed up in Naruto’s swollen, burning hole, he allows himself to breathe. Their heads clear. So wrapped up in each other they get, so drunk on the scents of heat and rut, that the arousal only dulls for a few minutes after they cum.
Shikamaru spoons Naruto from behind, the position a familiar one. He watches Naruto’s shoulders shake with the aftershocks of his explosive orgasm and the effort it takes to regulate his breathing. The omega always smells so good; citrus and sunshine, hints of cinnamon — Shikamaru could sit here and drown in it.
He wraps his arms around the blonde and presses his hands against Naruto’s lower abdomen, where his womb lies under a wall of muscle. At the touch, the omega’s shoulders hitch.
“How far along is Sakura now?”
Naruto exhales, “A few months...she’s due in March.”
“I noticed you didn’t take your birth control this morning.”
Naruto tenses even more.
“I’m not mad,” Shikamaru is quick to soothe, keeping his voice rather monotone, “You want kids, right?”
“...yeah.”
“Right now?”
“Would that be a problem?”
“No,” Shikamaru huffs, “I’m ready whenever you are. I guess I was just waiting for you to say something, since it’s your body.”
“I was gonna say somethin’! I just...I dunno. Wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”
The thing about Naruto is that he’s eccentric, extroverted, and insecure. Raised by nothing and no one, he pulled others into his orbit and had a ragtag group of adults wander in and out of his life as parental figures. He doesn’t know what a normal family dynamic is like. Doesn’t know if he’ll make a good parent. It’s the one time when Naruto’s tongue will freeze in his throat, because he’s so desperate for a family that he doesn’t know what he’ll do if Shikamaru doesn’t want one.
Shikamaru knows without Naruto saying a word.
He’s gotten good at reading people, the blonde in particular. Naruto has always worn his heart on his sleeve, but a neglected child picks up certain protective measures and traits that stick with them for a long, long time.
Shikamaru caresses Naruto’s abdomen. He feels his knot slowly begin to deflate, a mess of cum and slick slipping out where their bodies are joined.
“Do you want me to put a baby in you?”
Naruto shivers, his ears turning red, “That’s what I said!”
“Did you? Couldn’t be sure…”
“Shika! You’re being embarrassing!”
Shikamaru huffs, heat steadily building up once more, “My dick is inside you. What can we possibly do that’s embarrassing in this situation?”
The omega laughs. Their scents grow heavy, wrapping around them both like a blanket. Warm, woodsy and fruity. It makes his toes curl in delight. Shikamaru rolls them over, pinning Naruto to the bed. His knot has fully deflated, but his cock remains hard and stuffed inside that sloppy, leaking hole.
“You’re right,” Naruto mutters, cheek pressed to the sheets. His blue eyes are half-lidded with lust as he glances back to Shikamaru. His back arched, muscles on display, shining with sweat and blushing pink. A vision, a tease — all Shikamaru’s to enjoy.
“Fuck me,” Naruto urges, rocking his hips back, “Fill me up again, make me pregnant.”
Inhaling sharply, Shikamaru lets the omega’s heat pheromones wash over him and bring rise to another rut. He snaps his hips and drapes himself over Naruto’s back like an animal. The mark on the omega’s neck is stark and pulsing and so, so close to his mouth. He has the strongest urge to bite once more, to reestablish their connection. Instead he just licks along the scent gland, the taste of citrus bursting across his tongue. He lets his hands reach around the omega’s body to fondle at soft pink nipples.
Tugging and twisting, he pulls the sensitive flesh until they’re peaked and throbbing beneath his fingers. Naruto shakes and moans, shaking his hips to fuck himself back into Shikamaru’s hard, short thrusts.
“I’ll put a baby in you,” Shikamaru mutters softly, “Your nipples will get nice and big. I bet if I squeeze them, milk will squirt out.”
“Y-Your obsession with my nipples is —” Naruto squeaks as Shikamaru flicks the pink nubs.
The Nara hums, squeezing those firm, warm pecs. They’re so soft and fleshy when untensed, hot to the touch. Naruto cries out and trembles violently when Shikamaru continues to thumb at them. He twists them around and around, until the pleasure burns a little, and then he softens his touch.
“I like ‘em.” He says, unashamed, “Your tits will look so pretty when they’re swollen and leaking.”
An animalistic sound twists out of Naruto’s throat, his ears burning scarlet. Arousal burns hotter, fills the air like a fog. Shikamaru blinks sweat from his eyes, intrigued.
“You liked that.”
“So what if I did!?”
Shikamaru finds himself smirking with too many teeth, cock swelling impossibly bigger. Teasing Naruto is so easy, it’s almost like a game at this point. He likes the honest Naruto best. Likes when Naruto is unafraid to take what he wants — a submissive omega is not Naruto.
“You like me squeezing your tits?”
Naruto squirms, back arching even more, “Yeah, yeah—”
“You like it when I play with your nipples?”
Another gasping agreement.
Shikamaru nuzzles his nose into damp, blonde hair, “You’ll let me suck on them, right? When they’re pink and sore?”
“Pervert,” Naruto hisses, but his mouth is cut in a sharp smile, blue eyes gleaming. The red flush trails down to his cheeks, a pretty rouge that compliments his skin, “Of course I will.”
Shikamaru plays with the reddened nubs a little more, their hips slapping together wetly. His cocks is warm and familiar inside Naruto’s hole, their bodies moving in perfect sync. They are one, molded to each other and no one else.
Maybe he’s a pervert. But he doesn’t care because he’s only a pervert for Naruto, his body, his heart, his mind, his soul. The swell of his pecs, his abs, his thighs, and the bounce of his peachy ass — Naruto is perfect, in every way imaginable.
(And Shikamaru likes boobs. Sue him.)
Skin and sweat and heat, Shikamaru marks Naruto with his tongue and teeth; he presses his fingers into the sweltering flesh to leave bruises that won’t be there in the morning. Naruto cries out below him, split open on a cock that he’s always so desperate for. This time he’s even more erratic, more heated, pushing past the boiling point.
Naruto snarls, his fingers digging into the sheets and tearing little holes in them. He begins to squirm, reckless in his movements and his desire. Always so excitable, so eager, so hungry. He wants to gulp down every bit of Shikamaru just as desperately as Shikamaru wants to gulp down him.
“Watch it,” the alpha grunts, rising off of Naruto’s back. He grabs the back of Naruto’s neck with one hand, fingers curling over the throbbing scent gland. The other hand grips tight around the omega’s hip. Pinned in place, Naruto huffs.
Shikamaru briefly tightens his hold on Naruto’s neck, reminding the omega who’s on top right now, “Don’t be so impatient, I’ll breed you like you want.”
He makes sure to thrust sharp and fast, aiming for the spots he’s memorized; the soft, wet, sensitive places inside Naruto’s clenching hole that make him scream and writhe on Shikamaru’s dick. He’s sweating with the exertion, heart pounding out of his chest. Heavy, heavy, horny. Thoughts race in his mind far faster than he can interpret or cling to; dirty thoughts and words and scenarios. Always about Naruto, only about Naruto.
Shikamaru is so thirsty, he wants to swallow the sun.
He leans forward again, just a little, not enough to press to Naruto’s arched, sweating back. The hand he has on Naruto’s hip curls under, fingers splayed to the skin above the omega’s womb once more. A spot that will become his favorite once his seed takes and Naruto swells with their child. The very concept sets Shikamaru ablaze; he is pure heat and desire, pure molten lava in exchange for blood.
“Here,” he pants, “I can feel my cock inside you, right under my fingers. Right up against your womb, so I know I won’t miss. It’d be troublesome to keep trying over and over again….”
Naruto groans, his cock twitching violently as he nears another untouched orgasm.
“But I’d do it,” Shikmaru continues, his pace unforgiving. He wonders why he becomes so talkative when his lover is unable to form coherent thoughts. It’s like he’s stolen all the words from Naruto’s mouth, “I’d fuck you over and over again to make sure it stuck. You’d be so swollen with my cum, it’d pour out of you like a faucet. But you’d like that, because you like it when I treat you dirty, even if you don’t want to admit it.”
“Shika—”
“I see the way you look, Naruto. It’s okay to want it. I’m not going to look at you differently. I promise — I want you happy, I’ll make you happy — I’m gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you, make you bear my children.”
Naruto opens his mouth in a wordless scream, shivering at the filthy promises coming from a smoky voice, “Shika, Shika, Shika — I want it, want your cum, your cock, want you to make me pregnant — please, oh, oh, ah! Breed me, breed me — alpha please!”
He finds his voice and screams in desperation. Like he’ll die if Shikamaru doesn’t fill his already stuffed womb with even more cum. What Naruto wants, Naruto gets; and he wants a child. He wants Shikamaru’s child. He’ll flip them over if need be and ride the alpha until the poor man is unconscious and his balls are dried up if it means their breeding is successful.
“You really like this,” Shikamaru marvels between gasps, “You actually, really like getting bred. And you call me the pervert.”
“Y-You a — oh, fuck! —You are!”
“You’re getting off at the thought of being impregnated,” Shikamaru’s hand slips a little downward, carving a path of heat down Naruto’s groin before settling on his wet, bobbing cock. In a few short strokes, Shikamaru has the blonde howling inhumanly, “See? You’re dripping all over the place. I’m soaked with your slick. You should just be honest, Naruto. Less trouble than lying.”
Maybe he’s being a little mean. But sometimes the pheromones get to his head and he’s desperate to feel the full brunt of Naruto’s heat, his truth, his honesty — his complete lack of shame. Does that make him a pervert? Well...maybe.
“C’mon, I’m about to cum,” Shikamaru’s knot is swelling, catching on the edge of Naruto’s red, abused rim, “I’m about to make you pregnant, Naruto. Gonna fill you up with babies until you can’t even move. Gonna lock you up where no one can see you when you start to swell, when your tits get wet and cute and you’re leaking all over the place — just like here,” Shikamaru fondles Naruto’s cock, “I mean, wow —you really like it; I’ll make you feel even better, I’ll breed you right. I’ll make sure it catches this time and you have a baby.”
“I want it!” Naruto sobs, shaking against the hand still on his neck, “Want it, want it, want it —”
He drools and babbles, twisting his powerful body. It takes more effort than Shikamaru really wants to use to keep the blonde pinned down. The alpha snarls to calm the fiery desperation, and finally removes his hand to replace it with his teeth. His knot catches in the same moment, and he groans as pleasure crashes into him, zapping up his spine and echoing across every atom.
Cum shoots out of his cock, milked frantically by Naruto’s clenching walls. He cums and cums and cums, shooting deep into Naruto’s belly. With two knot-loads of cum now stuffed inside him, Naruto quivers like he’s been electrified. With how tightly he’s plugged up, there’s nowhere for the cum to go but in, and the omega’s stomach swells with it.
Shikamaru puts his hand over the small bump, feeling the mixture of cum and slick slosh around his cock and all inside of Naruto, “It’s like there’s already a baby.”
Naruto’s eyes roll back into his head and he shoots his own orgasm all over the sheets. Rolling them on to their sides, Shikamaru pulls at Naruto’s nipples and sucks at the fresh bite on the blonde’s neck. He shifts his hips as much as he can to continue probing at the sweet spots. Pushing, groping, stimulating.
Naruto cums again. His hole clenches in a vice grip, fluttering and spasming around Shikamaru’s cock to wring out every last bit. The omega’s entire body shakes, mouth open in a scream as he seems to cum over and over — and Shikamaru doesn’t let up.
Not once.
He ruins Naruto until the omega is a drooling mess of overstimulated nerves, crying out at the slightest touch. But his heat keeps him up, keeps him horny through the continued aftershocks. Shikamaru makes Naruto orgasm three more times before his knot recedes.
Then he slips his cock out, a deluge of cum leaking from that abused, twitching hole. Naruto gasps like he’s run to Suna and back.
Shikamaru rolls him on his back so they’re face to face. He strokes Naruto’s cheeks, his hair, his collarbones. The omega keens, lust in his eyes and not much else. He’s cum so many times already and is still desperate for more. He’ll push Shikamaru down and take it if the alpha doesn’t continue his relentless assault.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and spreads Naruto’s legs to enter him once more.
The heat isn’t over, after all.
In the late summer, Naruto gives birth to twins. He holds them close, amazed by their little toes and the wisps of hair on their heads. They’re so small and fragile, so tiny and already so beautiful. He looks up at Shikamaru with wide, watery blue eyes.
“I want more.”
Shikamaru looks up at the ceiling, ignores a snickering Sakura, and sighs, “Yeah, okay.”
Because what Naruto wants, Naruto gets.