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Day 6: Hair-pulling
At Wit's End
Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader
Genre: Oneshot, smut, kinktober prompt
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: afab!reader, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling (male receiving), little bit of dirty talk, Gaara is a bit of a dom in this ngl, vaginal fingering, lots of teasing, there's a little bit of fluff at the end
A/N: Man I love Gaara, like so much. This prompt was a prompt I was looking forward to and I'm sorry its so short but the ending just felt right. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy~
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The flat press of his tongue against your folds had you letting out a noise that was a mixture of a gasp and squeak. The next swipe of his tongue placed a good amount of pressure against your vulnerable clit and you bit your bottom lip to help smother the noise. The young Kazekage had your legs pushed up against your chest, his hands pressed against your knees, while he gave the entirety of his attention to your weeping sex. You smoothed his fiery locks against the back of his head, but the more involved his tongue became the stronger your grip on his hair.
“You’re twitching so much,” his gruff voice and hot breath fanned over your flesh and made you shiver. “But we just started.”
“Don’t tease.”
“Hm.” He brought one of his deft fingers down to rub around your wet entrance. “I’ll think about it.”
Gaara began to rub his thumb against your sensitive bud and lap at your opening. His attentions were too light, only enough to stimulate you but not enough to bring you to that blissful edge. He pressed his thumb down on your clit, roughly, and you gasped and pulled on his spiked strands. It was a sharp tug, only for a moment, but it was enough to get that sharp hiss of breath from him that you loved so much. The former jinchuriki began to move his thumb quickly, keeping that same rough pressure, and focused on worming his tongue’s way inside of you.
“Mmm.” You bit your bottom lip and curled your free leg overtop of his pale shoulder. He moved his tongue slowly, torturously, as he dragged it against your sensitive walls. Rarely did he lose his patience, especially when it came to these sorts of things. The young Kazekage loved nothing more than to tease, to give pleasure but only to the extent he allowed. All in order to see your reactions, but his favorite was when you pulled on his soft strands.
The first time was an instinctual reaction, a sharp tug to try and ground yourself during your orgasmic high, but his response to it had been more surprising. A gasp with wide sea-foam greens, an involuntary buck of his hips, and a tremble down his spine were not a reaction you had expected but definitely one you savored. From then on, when given the opportunity, you’d make sure to pull at his hair at some point during your trysts. Gaara was the one who told you how he preferred it when it was a response to his actions, and you were never one to deny him.
His tongue curled against your vaginal walls, and you let out a weak moan. That devious muscle could play you like a fiddle. The way he knew how to work you, how to get the most out of you and yet chose to keep you on that ledge drove you insane. “G-Gaara, please,” you whined, your fingers gripping his strands tightly. You tugged again, attempting to spur him to go faster, but his self-control was too great. He continued his languid thrusting, his lazy manipulation of your turgid bud. You whined, your hips trying to move against his face in attempts to reach your release faster, but he moved his grip down from your knee to your pubic bone and pressed down on your center, thwarting your plans.
Against your wishes, he removed his tongue from inside of you, as well as his fingers, and you groaned in frustration. “So impatient,” he muttered. He sounded so gruff and raspy, and when you looked down at him you could see the telltale sheen of slick against his lips and chin. You wanted to pull him right back to your center by his hair. That’s exactly what he wants, you thought as you watched him tap his fingers against your skin gently. “What are you so eager for?”
He swirled one finger around your sopping entrance before gently pushing it inside and pumping it languidly. You tugged on his hair in response, groaning at the minute amount of relief and giving in to your baser need to have his mouth on you again. The quiet moan that left him at your pull made you tug on it again. “I’m always eager for more of you,” you muttered, to which he chuckled.
Giving into your needs, but only a little, he began to lap at your clit while he added a second finger, the pace only a bit faster than before. You needed so much more, the pleasure and teasing had created a knot in your stomach that was begging for release. Without thinking, you pulled at his strands again and tried to buck your hips. The hair pulling made him close his eyes for a moment and groan into your sex. He paused his ministrations briefly before starting them again, scissoring you and licking your bud with random zigzag patterns, and it could have just been your wishful thinking, but you thought, or rather hoped, that he had gotten just a bit quicker.
You moaned, your back arching as he added a third finger. That damned teasing pace continued. You were almost at your wits end—he hadn’t teased you for that long before! With three of his pale fingers moving so lazily inside you and his tongue seemingly practicing shapes against your overly sensitive clit you could hardly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes. Truly, this was madness. Your legs twitched, both now locked behind his shoulders in order to keep your teasing lover in place, your thighs trembled, and your hands shook as they kept their ever-tightening grip on his hair.
“You’re clenching my fingers rather roughly,” he grumbled into your soaked flesh. “Do you need something?”
You swore you’d never felt so aggravated with the man in your life.
With the last remnants of your sanity, you let go of his hair and that made him pause. He looked up at you, those heated eyes of his seemingly questioning if he’d gone too far and if you were alright, his hand at your pubic bone removing itself to hold your trembling thigh gently. But your response came slowly, as you carded your fingers through those messy locks, scratching his scalp lightly as you went. His eyes closed again, and a soft breath left his lips and blew against your aching sex. Gaara resumed his movements, his frustratingly slow movements, and you gathered as much of his hair as you could from the back of his head.
You kept your legs locked behind him, made sure you had a satisfactory amount of hair, and waited. The quiet schlicks, the wet sound of his tongue moving against your throbbing clit, and your quiet pants were drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Maybe he sensed something was coming, or maybe not, but all the same he seemed to pick up the pace by a noticeable amount. It was too late, as wonderful as it felt to finally have a bit more of that heavenly friction that you’d been seeking, you weren’t going to let him continue to tease you. You were tired of the edge, you wanted to fall off.
On the next curl of his fingers, you pulled at his hair, hard. Harder than you’d ever done before, and you pressed your heels into his back to get him as close as you physically could. You were sure the pulling had hurt, but he only let out a loud gasp in surprise, a very similar sound to the first time you’d pulled at his locks. And it worked, that incredible patience finally seemed to snap as you kept your tight grip and he began to devour you like a man starved.
A loud moan left you, your back arching above the bed. He let you roll your hips against his mouth and fingers at the erratic pace you had so desperately been waiting for. “Nnnn, Gaara.” You squeezed your eyes shut and felt the very beginnings of that release you so desperately needed. His tongue licked your clit rapidly, his three fingers thrusting so hard and deep inside of you that you were sure to be sore later. “Yesss, coming!”
With only a few more bucks of your hips, laps of his tongue, and thrusts of his fingers you were coming undone. To the best of your ability, you tried to keep that strong hold on his hair, knowing that was what he needed the most. He moaned as he felt your walls flutter around his fingers and your clit throb against his tongue. Gaara lifted his head just a bit, just enough to watch your face and body contort as you lost your grip on his head. Your legs fell from around his shoulders, and he held them open.
He sat up, watching you closely as you basked in the blissful feeling of release after being pent up for so long. His hair was a disaster, some red strands having been pulled off remained in your hands. His chin was soaked with the evidence of your desire and his eyes told you everything you needed to know. That heated gaze, those gorgeous orbs, told you that the two of you were far from finished. So, you gave him as best a wink you could in your state.
Gaara let out a puff of breath at your sloppy wink and crawled further up your form until he was right above your face. “You drive me to my wit’s end,” he muttered before placing a soft kiss on your temple. You loved the small smile that had found its way to his lips.
“I can say the same about you.”
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What Did You Call Me? [Gaara]
Oct. 26 - Gaara x female reader
A moment of passion turns into something dark and twisted when you let slip a new pet name. Rather than be repulsed, it strikes a match against a primal part of Gaara's soul.
warnings: daddy kink, riding, mating press, orgasm denial, overstimulation, marking, praise, Gaara snapping like an elastic band
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The night had started much like so many before had, coaxing your overtired husband away from the study and into your awaiting bed.
Helping him undress to petulant moans that he was perfectly capable of getting ready for bed on his own, yet you knew he didn’t really mean it. Of course, he was capable of going through the motions of stripping out of his clothes and stepping into the loose black pants that he favoured, but he adored being cared for.
You weren’t babying him, only demonstrating how deeply you loved him. That he would never go forgotten, you were there to ensure he did not stay at his desk well into the night and although he feigned his grumbles, you could always see the appreciation in his drowsy eyes.
Tonight, they were jewel bright and sharp, they followed you around the room whilst you went through your own nightly routine. Gaara always looked the most relaxed in these moments, the minutes before you were both tucked up in bed. An arm resting behind his head, sheets barely covering up to his hips and that faint pink that would tip his ears each time you bent over to put something away.
“Gaara, I need you.”
You whispered into the darkness, a palm inching across the expanse of his chest as you rolled over to face him. Drowsy eyes blinked, a soft smile painting his lips and he hummed an unknown melody as your lips sought him out in eagerness.
He tasted spicy, bursts of cardamom upon your tongue and you swallowed his groan of surprise at how hard you pressed against him. Slipping inside his mouth to flick your tongue against his, travelling the expanse of his teeth before sucking on his lower lip.
“Where do you need me, my sunshine?”
The words were offered between kisses, small bursts of moments to allow for the much-needed air to fill your lungs. You felt overpowered by how rapidly this fiery need consumed you, it had not been on your mind prior to settling into Gaara’s protective side, but something about his familiar scent and warmth had sent you reeling.
With a leg draped over his own, you rolled further over to straddle his lap fully and dragged your slit across the stirring of his erection.
“Does this answer your question, my love?”
Gaara grunted a short sharp exhale as his hands flew to your waist and stroked your sides. Your fingers sought out his red locks, working them through his hair until you were tugging. Shifting the angle of his face, letting yourself fall back to the kisses that were stealing away your remaining sanity.
His fingers teased at the underside of your breasts, letting the roughened pads slowly slide up until he could lower your nightdress and bare them to his hungry gaze. A thumb swiped over the stiffened peak, making you jolt and roll your hips further down on his awakening cock.
Gaara was swept into your ardent passion, little bolts of lightning running up his spine at how wonderful you always made him feel. How needed, desired and wanted he was to you. He could spend an age loving you, worshipping your body like you were some higher deity, but he sensed your urgency tonight.
Feeling between your bodies, skimming his fingers across the damp cotton of your panties, he lowered his pants enough to let his cock spring free. His hand made to wrap around the base but you beat him to it, your much smaller fingers tightening around his shaft until he was biting his lip to halt the moans that were close to bubbling free.
“You’re so eager tonight, what has gotten into you?”
“Nothing yet, but I’m hoping you’ll let me sink on this beautiful cock if I ask nicely enough?” you quipped back, lighting up at the chuckle of laughter that greeted you.
His thumb pressed beneath the edge of your panties, gathering the strands of slick already painting your folds before pushing towards your clit. Soft circular movements, letting you whimper with need whilst your fingers clutched into his shoulders and lips popped open in a silent moan.
“Be my guest, sunshine,” he said with a rasp.
You were shifting, moving around to help with pressing your soaked panties to the side and guiding him to where you needed him most. Savouring the feel of slicking his cock along your wetness until he locked into place and your hips ground down.
Gaara’s grip moved to your waist, down to your hips and helped you fuck yourself on the tip of his cock. Working your pussy open with the steady roll of your hips and guttural groans of delight. His gaze was even more hooded than usual, transfixed with the hand that brushed through your hair whilst the other palmed your breast.
In no time at all you were moving faster, the frenetic bounce of your hips to meet the ones below driving you onwards. Wet smacks of skin on skin grew louder with each and every descent and suddenly you could feel that familiar tingle shoot across your chest.
“Oh…” You whined, face scrunched up and Gaara bit his lip at how flushed and sexy you looked in the throes of your building ecstasy.
“Are you going to cum for me?”
Your head rolled back, fervent nods offered in reply and he assumed you won’t verbally respond as little gasps flood the air, but he is surprised when you do speak. When you offer him a name he has never heard from you before nor had he ever expected to hear in this context.
“Mmhmm. Yes, Daddy.”
The eyes that had been droopy, lazy with lust and fatigue snap wide. Strong fingers bite into the plush of your hips and force you to stop moving. You cry and whimper, your orgasm being denied and it’s like you don’t even realise what you said.
A petulant pout sits upon your lips, but Gaara is more focused on the rev within his chest. His heart feels like it might tear straight through his rib cage, a tightness that is close to painful grips his heavy balls and he sits up in a hurry.
“What did you call me?” he inquired quietly. The calm tone beneath his words has your eyes flying to his own and you recall what you had said with mortification descending upon you. Oh god, how could you have let that slip out? Sure, it was a turn-on for you but one that was embarrassing and you had never shared it with anyone, not even your husband, not til now.
“Oh shit, I - I didn’t mean to—”
Gaara cut you off by grabbing at your jaw, his thumb pressed into your cheek until your lips parted in surprise. He tilted your face from side to side, admiring you with such a wickedly sharp look that you wanted to groan but are too fearful to do so.
“Didn’t ask for excuses, now, tell me. What did you call me?” he repeated and your spine straightened at the dominance he exerts over you.
“D-Daddy.”
Your voice is meek, eyes sinking away from him and there is a click of teeth seconds before you're rolled to your back. Pressed deep into the mattress, your legs forced against your chest with Gaara securing his hands at the bend of your knees.
You had almost forgotten your lost orgasm, the release that had been so close but fluttered away when your hips had been forced to still, but with one dutiful stroke, your usually docile husband had you clawing at him.
Never had he felt so feral, so driven to consume you with every primal fibre of his being. Gaara had snapped at that one word and having never considered it as something to desire before, now, he only wanted to hear it again.
Your breasts bounced from every forceful meeting of your hips, knees pressed tightly to your body and you struggled to take air into your lungs. Every inhale was knocked straight back out with the sinful roll of his hips, and when his thumb crashed hard against your throbbing clit, you lost your mind.
Everything was in freefall, gripping him with your velvet walls as your back arched high and your throat strained taut. His weight was close to overbearing as he leaned forward to bite and suck on your lips, his mouth trailing down your neck and leaving a path of bruises - his mark of ownership - on your skin.
“That’s it sunshine, cum on Daddy’s cock. Such a good girl for me.”
You whimpered at the lust in his voice, at the deep tone that answered an instinctual call within your gut. Gaara straightened to his knees once more, driving his twitching cock deep into your walls and from this position you could watch as it disappeared into your pussy. The base was ringed in thick cream and you wriggled from the feeling of overstimulation, his cockhead rubbing incessantly against your sweet spot.
“Please… oh please. Daddy s’too much.”
He chuckled and it made you gasp, your gentle husband was gone and in his place was the man you would come to know as only Daddy.
Daddy didn’t visit often, but when he did, you couldn’t walk right for days…
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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 #𝟙- 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖
ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔾𝕒𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕒𝕗𝕒𝕓 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
ℂ𝕨: 𝕍𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕘, 𝕦𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕩 , 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕚𝕥
𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙.𝟜 𝕜
ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕝. ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 *𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝* 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕔 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒.
ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪<𝟛𝟛
Your heart pounded as your eyes travelled down the beautiful body of the man beneath you. You and Gaara had been dating for a few months now, both agreeing to take things slow and really get to know each other. That was fine for a while, but now the need within you to know him more intimately, and for him to know you in ways nobody ever had before, grew too strong. He’d never say it, he’d never want you to feel pressured, but you knew he felt just as desperate as you did to take this step together.
Though you’d never gone all the way, you were no stranger to the works of each other's bodies. Frequently, Gaara had you writhing and panting beneath him with the use of his very skilled fingers and tongue, and you did the same for him, usually leaving you two just like this, naked bodies pressed together, still craving more but never going any further. This time, you were ready. You wanted nothing more than for him to ravish your body thoroughly, leaving no place untouched or unexplored. You watched as his chest rose and fell rapidly, lips upturning at the thought of what you were about to do.
He peered out the window, attempting to calm down and catch his breath as you straddled his waist. You could feel how worked up he still was against your still-dripping core, making the idea even more inviting. Taking his distraction to your advantage, you leaned down, gently pressing kisses down his jaw, your hips beginning to grind against his as your lips met his neck.
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Gaara asked, his voice laced with both disapproval and amusement.
“Oh, nothing.” You replied, continuing to grind your hips against his as you nipped at his neck.
“H-Hey.” He stuttered, gently grabbing the back of your neck to make you meet his gaze, the other gripping your hip but not stopping your movement. You felt how he pressed himself against you more as you moved, the tip brushing against your clit just right each time. Even this simple action was enough to ignite more excitement and desire within you than you’d ever felt before.
“I want you, Gaara. I need you.” You confessed, hoping he’d know what you mean and you wouldn’t have to outright say it.
And he did. Gaara got the message right away.
His eyes widened, then bashfully broke away from yours, his already flushed face burning deeper.
“Y-you mean… you want to…” He stuttered.
Taking his face in your hands, you turned him gently to look back into your eyes.
“Yes. I’m ready, and if I’m not mistaken….” You said teasingly, running your hips against his one more time. “You are too.”
His gaze flickered from your lips, back to your eyes. After a moment, he nodded, promptly flipping you over onto your back and crawling over you. You giggled as your back hit the mattress, the sight of him over you like this for this reason almost overwhelmingly gorgeous.
“You really are sure?” He questioned, searching your face for any sign of uncertainty.
“More than ready.” You reassured him, sending him a wink in hopes of calming him.
A mixture of nerves and excitement had your body practically vibrating as he positioned himself at your entrance. The moment was nothing like you’d imagined it would be. There were no rose petals, no candles, no music to set the mood, or fancy lingerie. It was simply a lazy morning on an ordinary Saturday, but you wouldn’t change a thing. It felt perfect just the way it was.
You nodded as he looked up at you, wordlessly asking again if you were sure you wanted to do this now. Gaara couldn’t help but stare down at your body as he began to push into you, practically mesmerized by your beauty. Your breath hitched, arms reaching up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer to your body. “Did I hurt you?” He worried, eyebrows furrowed with concern.
“N-no, f-feels fine, keep going.” You practically whispered, eyes gazing deeply into his own.
Gaara began to move gently, allowing your body to adjust to his size. Reaching up, you caught his lips with yours as you tangled your fingers in his hair, quickly pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. “Give me more.” You said breathlessly. “I want to feel all of you.”
The declaration caused Gaara’s cheeks to burn redder than you thought possible, but he obliged, his pace becoming deeper, faster at your request. Reaching up, he gently caressed your jaw, hungrily pulling you back into a kiss. Even with his lips on yours, your whines and moans echoed throughout the room, your grip tightening in his red hair, pulling gently.
You both practically shook with newfound pleasure. Gaara had always been more reserved with the noises he made in the bedroom but being buried deep within you like this completely took his normal resolve. He whined and whimpered as he pounded into you, unable to stop himself from fucking you harder, faster than before.
The way you writhed underneath him, the feeling of your fingers tugging on his hair, it brought out an animal in Gaara he hadn’t known was there. At that moment, if he wasn’t already, he knew that he was addicted to you, to the way you made him feel, to the way you sounded, the way you looked, the way you tasted. At this moment, Gaara was filled with love for you and a deep, burning desire to make you feel ecstasy.
A building pleasure burned through your whole body, threatening to send you over the edge at any minute. Gaara felt the same, barely holding himself back long enough for you to fall first.
“R-really c-close.” You mumbled, hardly managing to choke out the words between the loud moans he pulled from you. Gaara nodded, unable to catch his breath long enough to do anything but softly groan, much more vocal than you’d ever heard him. The noises he made drove you wild, almost making you wish you’d never stop as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there after failing to control his increasing volume.
The pleasure was overwhelming, building to higher highs than you’d ever reached before. It wasn’t long until you felt that ever-tightening coil deep in your core snap, causing your whole body to shake with pleasure as you practically screamed his name, over and over again like a prayer.
Gaara hardly lasted a second longer, the way your walls pulsed around him threatened to have him spilling inside you any second. Coming to his senses last minute, Gaara quickly pulled out, just barely making it in time to finish on your lower stomach. Looking between the mess he’d made of you and your flushed form; it wasn’t long before he became embarrassed.
“S-sorry about that.” He mumbled, rolling to the other side of your shared bed. “Sorry? Sorry for what exactly?” You scoffed, a teasing hint to your voice as you took his hand in yours, your expression showing your amusement. “I had a great time. Can’t wait to do it again actually.” You finished with a wink, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.
He nodded, looking away bashfully before he spoke.
“Me too. You’re wonderful. I still don’t know how I ever got so lucky. Let's get you cleaned up now, okay?” His gaze returned to you as he finished. You nodded, sighing contently as you waited. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before getting up and heading to the bathroom to clean up. You watched as he disappeared out the door, wondering how the stars aligned, and you managed to end up with someone so gentle and caring.
Gaara didn’t leave you waiting long, ignoring you as you reached out for the warm washcloth he carried and instead cleaned you up himself, gazing down at your tired body with nothing but admiration and love. Discarding the cloth in the laundry bin, he crawled back into bed with you, pulling you close to him and holding you tightly.
“I love you, Y/N. I really do hope you know that.”
You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. “I love you too, Gaara.”
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[CYOA - NSFW] "Beach Body"- Gaara x Fem Reader
Author's note: Only thing I have to say is that the fluff is a feature, not a bug. Please let me know if you like this one (or if you want me to produce more). You can also read on Ao3
How to Read:
Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) puts you, the reader, in charge of your own destiny!
This fic is broken down into “Chapters” that need to be read for the story to make sense. At the end of each of these Chapters you get to decide where the story goes by choosing from a set of “Options”. Select your Option then scroll down to its matching header for your unique experience. Once you are finished reading your Option, continue on to the next Chapter. Repeat this process until you’re finished!
CYOA is a fun, interactive way to experience fan fiction! Read the fic once while choosing options that are right for you, or re-read it over and over again to experience all the details…The choice is yours…Enjoy!
Y/N = Your Name
Summary:
Gaara x (fem) reader.
As Kazekage, Gaara works long, hard, hours for the sake of his village. Although his uptight, workaholic, attitude has helped to improve his reputation, it has offered little time to sit back, relax and enjoy the sunny - or hotter - side of life. Now with his 22nd birthday coming up, his brother and sister have generously given him an all-inclusive beach vacation at a private resort. Little does Gaara know that his real birthday gift is his long term crush - you! - and your fantastic beach body.
Are you going to show him what it really means by all-inclusive, or will you tease the poor man while he’s trying to enjoy this rare opportunity for leisure?
Chapter #1 - Arriving at The Beach
“Maybe this was going to be more enjoyable than expected.”
Gaara stood on the boardwalk, looking down at the perfectly soft white sand of the beach, the sun warm and welcoming overhead in the cloudless sky. He had to admit, he hadn’t been expecting to be gifted - or forced - to go to the beach for his birthday, and he had been a little reluctant at first.
“Come on, Gaara, we already booked the resort! All expenses and fun paid for,” Kankuro had said in his conjuling tone just one week prior. He was standing next to the Kazekage’s desk, brandishing a brochure that highlighted all of the resort's best features. “You haven’t done anything for the first twenty-one birthdays, let’s make this one the exception, okay?”
Gaara let out a sigh, “I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t know if I can be away from the village for that long -”
Suddenly the door to the office opened with a clank and Temari stepped in with a stack of business papers. “Gaara, the council is wai-” She announced, stopping dead in her tracks as both of her brothers looked up at her. Temari’s eyes narrowed at the brochure Kankuro had clutched in his hand; a look of annoyance taking hold of her face.
“Are you idiots seriously still debating this?!” She roared abruptly and forcefully, and thus setting the record firmly straight. They were going to the resort.
Now Gaara could feel the gentle breeze through his gorgeous red hair, and all his reluctance began to melt away in the sun’s warm rays.
“Where do you think we should set up our stuff?”
Gaara turned around to see you next to him, a folding chair under your arm and a smile across your pretty face. He had been very surprised when he first saw you standing with your luggage at the train station, and even more surprised still when Temari had sauntered up to you, greeting you with a big hug. Gaara had watched as the two of you grinned at each other, a mischievous look that only those who were thick as thieves could share with each other.
“Oh, I hope you don’t mind,” Temari had said back to him at the station, one arm wrapped around her old friend’s shoulder, “Y/N, is coming along for the trip…Hopefully the two of you get along.”
Now Gaara had you standing next to him, watching him expectantly. You were wearing a swimsuit coverup, a beautiful purple robe that flowed perfectly from your body’s best features. It was modest but still left just enough room to titillate the imagination; a fact that Gaara tried to push out of his mind. He had always been a little nervous around you because of the years-long crush he had developed, and he didn’t need any embarrassing run-ins while he was trying to relax.
“Let’s try over there,” Gaara pointed to a spot that was the perfect distance away from the changing tents.
“Okay,” You said, turning your face upwards so that he could see your smile from under the brim of your stylishly large and feminine sunhat. “Let’s go.”
Gaara offered to carry your belongings for you, but you objected at first. It didn’t seem like any of what you had brought was all too heavy, and the spot he had picked was only a few meters away; however, Gaara felt compelled to impress you in the best way he knew how: By offering to do some work.
“Thank you,” You said softly after Gaara had finished setting up your spot on the soft sand.
Gaara’s siblings had already begun to unwind. Kankuro wasted no time in wading into the water while Temari, who had brought Shikamaru with her, had already set up under her umbrella and was chatting quietly to her partner.
Gaara watched as you, too, took a seat under your umbrella where he had laid a large blanket.
“Come sit with me,” you invited, patting a spot next to you.
Gaara felt nervousness bubbling in his stomach, but he didn’t object. He took a seat next to you, just close enough so that if you wanted, you could touch your thigh to his.
“What would you like to do first?” He asked as he scanned the beach; groups of people were sprinkled here and there across the shore, but the beach was sparsely enough populated to give each party the privacy and space to relax.
“Actually,” you said, as Gaara watched you reach into your beach bag for a bottle of sun lotion. “I thought I might relax here for a bit before I get carried away in the sun.”
You snapped open the cap of the bottle, the fresh fragrance swirling between the two of you. You looked up into his eyes, the bright sunlight was softened in the shade of the umbrella.
He smiled at you, having no idea what thought had just popped into your mind:
Options (#1): Sun Lotion
A- You’ll put the lotion on yourself, but also tease him a bit (Vanilla).
B - Ask him for a little “help” to see how far you’ll get (Medium).
C- Sigh, if you want things done right…You’ll have to show him how it’s done! (Kinkier).
(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)
A (#1) - You’ll put the lotion on yourself, but also tease him a bit (Vanilla)
“Would you mind holding this for me?” You asked, handing him the bottle of lotion.
“Sure,” he said, taking it from you as you moved to face him.
You weren’t sure why you felt so mischievous all of a sudden. Perhaps it was in the way he looked at you, or maybe it was how he had buttered you up earlier that day in his own small ways, bringing you coffee that morning back at the hotel, offering to help you unpack your things; he even suggested that he join you for some of the resort activities you were interested in trying.
Everything he did recently made you feel wanted, desired, like he was truly trying to worship you, as innocent as his actions may have been. Surely you could reward him with just a little bit of flirtation, or maybe even a discrete little show?
The idea of teasing him made your giddy heart beat faster as you tossed your hat to the side and reached for the belt of your coverup. Slowly, you undid the knot, letting the smooth fabric of your robe slide down your shoulder, revealing a seafoam green bikini underneath.
Gaara’s eyes widened at the sudden exposure and he turned his head away slightly, a redness forming on his cheeks, but you weren’t letting him get away that easily.
“Do you think this colour looks good on me?” You said, feigning innocence. Gaara glanced back at you, his blush becoming a deeper red. Now that you had his attention, you weren’t going to go easy on him. With a hand you caressed your collarbone, stopping just above your breast before hooking a finger around the soft spandex strap.
“It’s new,” You said, looking up at him with a suggestive smile.
“I…I see,” Gaara coughed. You caught him following the motion of your hand, his gaze lingering a second too long on your breasts before he shifted around anxiously, his arm moving to cover his lap. “It looks…You look good.” He offered.
You gave him a soft laugh, but were disappointed once again that he was shying away from your body. You felt perhaps it was time the two of you got a little closer, and you had the perfect excuse for it.
“Oh, how did the lotion end up all the way over there?” You asked with a laugh. “Let me get it.”
In his ruffled state, Gaara had set the bottle of lotion down opposite of you where it now rested beside his thigh. Before he could respond, you leaned over him, gently twisting and arching your back so that he could get a direct view of your chest. Now he couldn’t help but have you center stage, and you lingered there a moment longer than necessary to really drive the point home.
“Oh, alright…” He said, his voice so feeble it could have been carried off by the ocean breeze. He was watching the curves of your body now, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to touch you, though he was far too polite for that.
When you retrieved the lotion you returned to your spot, but made sure to face him now. Squirting some of the lotion in your hand, you began slowly rubbing it up and down your arm while sneaking glances up at him.
He seemed to have regained some of his composure, attentively watching your methodical movements as you worked the lotion into your soft skin. His eyes met yours and you could see a flame in them that was growing hotter with his desire.
A sudden wave of bashfulness washed over you as if the strong current of the ocean had carried you off. It was all fun being able to play with him - cute even - but it was different now that he was looking at you with an expression so unmistakably lustful and passionate. You thought maybe he would lean into you, and kiss you right then and there, but he didn’t.
Instead he leaned forward, reaching for the lotion. You could see now the bulge in his pants as his erection pressed against the fabric, and excitement filled your stomach.
“I’ll get your back for you,” he said, his voice was deep, raspy and sexy. He moved behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder and began to caress you. He leaned closer until you could feel his soft breath on the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver up your spin. You were sitting between his legs now, and you pushed backwards to feel the hardness of his bulge, yearning for it to be pressed even tighter against you.
Affectionately, he brushed your hair away from your shoulder. He leaned forward, his voice so intimately close to your ear that goosebumps formed on your arms.
“Here,” he whispered, “How does this feel?”
B (#1) - Ask him for a little “help” to see how far you’ll get (Medium).
“You know, I always have the hardest time reaching my back. Would you mind giving me a little hand?” You asked, pointed the bottle of lotion at Gaara.
"I…" Gaara paused, closing his eyes as his cheeks flushed red. "I can…if that's what you want." Reservedly, he took the lotion, positioning himself behind you so that you were sitting between his legs.
After tossing your sunhat to the side, you reached for the knot of your coverup to let the soft fabric slide down your shoulders, revealing your seafoam green bikini underneath. You couldn’t see his face, but he was close enough so that you could hear his breath, deep and soft, in your ear. Brushing your hair to one shoulder, you tilted your head to expose the soft skin of your neck.
He began to work. The sudden sensation of his touch paired with the coldness of the lotion on your warm skin made you shiver in a very good way and goosebumps formed on your arms. You leaned back into him, relishing how soft his touch was, yet fantasizing about how firm he could be.
“Mmm, that feels good,” You moaned, your tone a little more erotic than you intended.
Gaara didn’t answer, but you could feel his breath now on your neck as he leaned a little bit closer - so close that he could kiss you, if only he had the guts.
“You know what I really like?” You asked without turning around.
“No…What?”
“I really like when a guy squeezes my shoulder. You should try it.”
“Oh!” Gaara exclaimed. He sounded mildly surprised, but he didn’t disappoint you. “Like this?” You felt his strong fingers press against your shoulder blade, massaging your muscles.
“Yes, just like that.” Your moan was barely more than a whisper, and almost without realizing what you were doing, you moved backwards so that you could feel your body against his; his erection pressing against you, thrilling you and making your heart pound fast.
Gaara continued to rub your shoulder, his fingers gliding smoothly across your skin with the help of the lotion. It made you yearn for an even deeper connection.
“You know what else I really like?” You asked.
“What?” Gaara’s voice was so close now that it was driving you crazy.
“I really love it when a guy kisses my neck,” you whispered.
“Oh,” Gaara whispered back, “Like this?”
You felt his lips touch softly against the side of your neck, and you threw your head back so that he could do it again and again. His kisses felt so good that you wished he would never stop.
With the two of you still embracing, you reached for his hand to bring it up to your breast, and you forced him to take hold of your body. His touch was harder now, harder than he had been massaging you, as he squeezed your breast. You moaned again as the sensations washed over you - the persistence of his kisses on your neck, his soft red hair against your face, the wetness between your legs. You could feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest, his erection grinding hard against you as he let out a gruff moan.
Suddenly, and much to your dismay, Gaara pulled away. He turned his face away from your neck, putting his head on your shoulder. He even moved his hand away from your breast. He pulled you in for a hug and rested there, so still that you could almost hear the beating of your own heart.
Your excitement cooled from a boil to a simmer, and you suddenly felt confused. “Why did you stop?” You pouted.
“I think that we should…maybe continue this later in private,” He said. There was something in his voice that you couldn’t read and you turned to look at him.
His cheeks were as red as his hair, and his expression sheepish as he continued to embrace you. When he looked up, your eyes met and you began to realize what may have happened.
“What? Were you getting a little bit too excited?” You asked with a naughty smile.
Somehow, Gaara’s blush got even redder. “No, it was just…Well, maybe it was something like that.”
C (#1) - If you want things done right…You’ll have to show him how it’s done (Kinkier).
“Could you give me a little hand?” You asked, offering the bottle to him. The pointedness of your question coupled with your salacious smile made him flustered, and a splash of red spread across his cheeks.
“Oh, I don’t know…I don’t think I’d do it right. I’d hate for you to get burnt because of me.” Gaara explained as he desperately tried to steer himself out of the whirlwind of temptation you put him in.
He wasn’t usually this unsteady with his responses, and realizing the influence you had on him made you feel a little powerful - a little sexy.
“That’s really not the response I was looking for,” you said, rolling over to sit on your knees and handing him the bottle of lotion. He reached for it slowly, looking intently up at you as you gazed deeply into his eyes. “See, I know that it sounded like I was asking you, but I was really actually telling you.”
“Oh, o-okay,” Gaara stammered, marveling at you as you tossed aside your sun hat with a smooth motion, and releasing the belt on your coverup. He watched the robe as it slid from you, past your shoulders, to the curve of your hips and then to the ground; he took his time on the way up, savoring how the tight seafoam green bathing suit hugged the shape of your body, how the bikini exposed so much of your soft skin. His eyes met yours.
“Where should I begin?” He asked.
“Start on my lower half,” you instructed as you sat back down on the blanket, placing your arms behind you so that you could push your chest forward. You loved how his eyes were drawn to the parts of your body you were presenting him, even though you could tell he was feeling shy. Typical Gaara, he was never impolite, even when you wanted him to be.
You lifted one leg, your foot flexed, pointing towards the ocean and Gaara carefully made his way down to cradle it on his lap. You watched with great interest and delight as he clumsily squirted some lotion into his hand, and began massaging it into the smooth skin of your leg.
You relished how strong his hands felt, but also how gentle he was being with you in his touch. He made sure to work in the lotion, taking his time to ensure there was an even layer over your delicate complexion, but that wasn’t good enough for you.
“Okay, now do this part,” You instructed, turning your leg slightly sideways so that he could work on the underside; however, your real intentions were the placement of your foot. Your toes were just inches away from reaching your goal, and with a slight readjustment they came to rest over his groin.
“Thank you,” you said sweetly, acting none the wiser as he began to squirm under the gentle touch of your foot.
Flexing your toes, you could feel his erection growing stiffer as you rocked your foot back and forth. Gaara let out a small gasp and grabbed you firmly by the foot - yet not too firmly, you noticed.
“Y/N,” Gaara said quietly, his fingers were pressing hard into your foot and he readjusted under you. Suddenly, on impulse, he lifted your foot up to his mouth and began to suck on your toes. This surprised you, and you let out a little yelp, which seemed to startle him back to reality.
“Um…Maybe we can do the other leg now,” he mumbled, gently lowering your leg.
“Why?” You asked with a pout, your heart beating with giddiness at how easy he lost control to his urges. You tried pretending to be puzzled, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s -” Gaara looked down at your foot, squeezing it tightly for a moment before releasing. “No, it’s nothing.”
You cocked your head to the side and beckoned him to come closer. You wanted him so bad, and now you wanted to punish him for ruining your fun.
Obediently he leaned forward, and you took his hand in yours, guiding it to rest on your chest.
“Fine, if you’re done with my legs, you can start on my chest, just make sure you get here…and here.” You used his hand to demonstrate where you were talking about, starting with your collarbone, then to the middle of your chest, and finally…
“Y/N…” Gaara said again, as you slipped his hand under your bikini top. You could feel how his fingers were brushing up against your nipple and you wished he’d take it between his fingertips and squeeze. The idea even made you wet.
Instead, however, he did something you didn’t expect.
He pulled his hand away, removing it from your top. With a smooth motion, he used his other hand to grab you by the wrist, pulling you in closer to him until your faces were just inches from each other.
“I want you,” He said, gazing so intently and passionately into your eyes that your stomach was doing summersaults along with your heart. “But let’s not do this here.”
Then, he pulled you even further, your lips colliding with his in the most impassioned kiss you had ever experienced.
Chapter #2 - The Changing Tents
The lotion was soon forgotten as Gaara broke away from you. He gazed at you, and you gaze at him intently, passionately, hotly. There was something about the humid heat of the day that was making the air feel heavy, or maybe it was the manifestation of sexual tension that was growing stronger and stronger between the two of you.
Whatever was currently happening to the atmosphere, Gaara couldn’t ignore it anymore, nor could he continue to discreetly handle the persistent tightness of his pants as you looked at him with such a hungry look in your eyes.
“You are very very beautiful,” Gaara said after a long pause, reaching up to brush a lock of your soft hair behind your ear. “Maybe we should go for a swim…I’d have to change first.” He glanced behind him to where the changing tents were.
That day, he hadn’t really had any intentions of swimming in the ocean, or staying on the beach for very long. He thought it would be polite for him to make a quick appearance before slipping away, perhaps to get started on drafting a new building permit proposal, as Suna desperately needed a new well dug. He had been so fixated on this idea, that he didn’t bother to come to the beach in a bathing suit, just his regular old clothes.
He had, of course, anticipated that his siblings may meddle with this plan, so he had brought swimming shorts to cover all his bases. It was an outcome he was hoping he didn’t have to come to, but that mentality was laid by the wayside now that you were looking at him with that spark in your eyes. Now his responsibilities as Kazekage were the furthest they could possibly be from the forefront of his mind, and he honestly looked forward to spending more time with you. He was even starting to suspect he was desperate for it.
It was just his good fortune that his inability to relax had offered him a perfect opportunity to clear his head of the very intense thoughts that he was having about you and your body, as he could slip off to the changing tents, recoup, and come back to you without having to worry about this nagging sensation in his groin. Plus, Gaara thought that a dip in the ocean might help to alleviate the heat that had built between the two of you.
“I was wondering why you didn’t just come in your bathing suit,” you said to him, teasingly. “You were planning on sneaking off to do some work, weren’t you?”
“No…” Gaara lied, and you looked at him incredulously.
“I bet you weren’t expecting us to have so much fun. Was it me who changed your mind?”
Gaara tensed as you suddenly reached over to rub his thigh, your fingers resting dangerously close to his swollen groin.
“Well, I had always intended to spend some time with you…And Temari…And Kankur-” Gaara trailed off as he became more flustered, wild ideas spinning around his head as your touch inched closer and closer, and he shuffled around nervously, his erection pushing even harder against the fly of his pants.
“Alright, I believe you,” You said, though your smirk said otherwise.You leaned back to play with the strap of your bikini, a gesture that drove Gaara crazy. “If you’re going to get changed, maybe I’ll come with you. I would love to grab a drink at the bar before we go for a dip.”
Gaara nodded and got to his feet, extending an arm to help you to yours, and together you walked over to the changing tents.
Well, they weren’t so much tents as they were temporary shacks, with two smaller rooms donning fabric curtains, and a larger stall with a wooden door. Gaara looked back at you and noticed a glint in your eye.
He wondered what it was you were thinking about:
Options (#2): Gaara's Bathing Suit
A (#2) - Promise him you’ll wait…But you end up doing more watching. (Vanilla).
B (#2) - “What do you say I come in with you and help you change?” (Medium).
C (#2) - You’re sick of him playing coy! Undress him yourself! (Kinkier).
(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)
A (#2) - Promise him you’ll wait…But you end up doing more watching. (Vanilla).
“I’ll wait for you here, to keep a lookout,” you said with a wink.
Gaara paused for a moment to smile at you before he entered one of the stalls, pulling the curtain closed behind him.
You had intended to be good, to keep a lookout as you had promised, but as your mind began to wander and you began to fidget, you noticed something too alluring to be ignored.
The curtain rings had caught on the rusted bar of the changing room so that you could just see movement behind the fabric. Of course, from where you were standing out in the sun, you couldn’t see much in the way of what was actually going on in there, but what if you just happened to move into the shade a little bit more?
You stepped forward, inching towards the room Gaara had gone into. You turned your back to the change rooms, not wanting to be revealed as a peeping Tom, but now you were at a vantage point where you could see him undressing.
You watched in delight as he seemed to take his time, raising a hand to mess with his stunning red hair. He seemed so casual about it, so collected; meanwhile you were stuck at the edge of your seat, wanting him to take it further.
If only he knew how many butterflies were fluttering around your stomach at the thought of him stripping.
Starting from the button of his shirt collar, Gaara began to remove his shirt in a steady motion, neatly placing it on the bench beside him. You could see the toned, muscular shape of his shoulder blades - strong from years of carrying around his gourd - and you nearly drooled at the sight of his arms; how strong they looked, how you could see the small traces of veins running beneath his soft skin. They were the type of arms that could pick you up and twist you into all kinds of shapes holding you there with minimum effort.
You craned your neck, trying to get a better view of his front half. Was he intentionally teasing you? Did he know you were watching him?
Thoughts were spinning around your head, and you made a sudden startled peep, surprising yourself. Instinctively, you clapped a hand over your mouth as if you were physically trying to withdraw the noise from the world. Your whole body froze.
Gaara had heard you. He turned around to look over his shoulder, making direct eye contact with you.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” You floundered, trying desperately to think of an excuse, but your mind was tumbling away from you like a ball down a hill.
Gaara had paused, looking at you in an appraising, almost curious way. He turned to face you fully.
You could see now how low his pants were sitting on his hips, and the tufts of red hair poking up from his waistline. It was all so thrilling.
“Did you need something?” Gaara asked, though his tone wasn’t rude. In fact, you could’ve swore you heard a slight welcoming inclination in the way he pronounced the word “something”.
“I was just trying to stand in the shade,” you explained quickly. “Then I realized your curtain wasn’t drawn all the way…I meant to tell you about it, but…” You trailed off as Gaara looked from you to the curtain and back again.
“I see,” he said and you could see there was a small, shy smirk on his face. “Thank you.”
You lilted a few more words before your brain could catch up to you. “I didn’t mean to watch you changing, it’s just that, well…”
“Well…?” He invited.
“I guess I just got a little lost in the moment.”
Gaara reached outside the room and took you gently by the hand, pulling you in towards him; this time he made sure to close the curtain all the way. Pressing his body against you, he held you tightly and whispered in your ear.
“It’s okay.”
In that moment, your knees felt weak as your heart soared higher and a rush of excitement made your cheeks flush. Before you knew it, your lips had connected and he had you gently pushed up against the wall of the stall, leaving your hands to explore his back.
“You are so hot,” you said to him between kisses. “I just want to touch you all over.”
Gaara’s response was to cradle the back of your head and pull you in for a kiss so strong and deep you thought you were seeing stars.
“I’m going to suck your dick,” you whispered into his ear, running your fingers through his soft hair. You hadn't intended to offer such a gesture - yet - but now you just could resist.
Gaara thought for a moment and you could see by the way he was glancing at the curtain that he was worried about getting caught. You immediately intervened, intercepting his thoughts before he could deny you the privilege.
You quickly unfastened the button of his pants, sinking down to your knees to face your prize. You could see that he was hard again, and the sight of his bulge beneath his underwear turned you on in a very powerful way.
You pulled down the fabric, exposing his long, girthy member. You weren’t expecting it to be as large as it was, and this fact flustered you for a moment.
Gaara must have picked up on your hesitancy and he backed away, reaching down to touch your cheek.
“You don’t have to-”
“I want to.” You asserted, your eyes blazing up at him, lit by pure lust and passion.
Without hesitating further, you took his penis in your hand, moving up the shaft. You watched with interest and curiosity how his foreskin slid back and forth on the tip of his penis, wondering how good of a sensation it was for him.
His moan told you all you needed to know, and you leaned forward to take it into your mouth.
“Is this stall occupied?” A voice called from somewhere outside the changing tents, sending both you and Gaara into a scramble.
Gaara pulled you up from the floor, holding you close to him. He whispered hurriedly into your ear. “Tell them yes, and then walk out. I can easily sneak out unnoticed and meet you around the front.”
“Okay,” you whispered to him before calling out to the voice, “Um…Yes, one moment!”
Before Gaara disappeared into his sand he kissed you, leaving you to walk out of the changing stall, a delightful pulse between your thighs and a hotness in your cheeks.
B (#2) - “What do you say I come in with you and help you change?” (Medium).
“What do you say I come in with you and help you change?”
The question surprised both of you, and you each blushed, wondering how to proceed.
“If that’s what…you want.” Gaara said after a heartbeat, looking up at you with a shy smile on his face.
You glanced over your shoulder, making sure that there were no witnesses before pulling him into the nearest stall. The curtain rings caught on the rusty rod, and you tugged at it, trying to block the entire view of inside the stall. After you had succeeded, you immediately took your frustration and friskiness out on Gaara as you shoved him against the wall, kissing him deeply and fully.
Yet Gaara wasn’t one to be pushed around so easily, and he took you by your hips, spinning you around so that now you were the one pinned. Grabbing one of your legs, he hoisted it upwards so that you could wrap it around his waist, and thrust his throbbing erection strongly against your womanhood.
“This is…unusual for me…” He whispered into your ear.
For some reason, this struck you as such an unusual thing to say in the middle of an extremely impassioned act of lust, and yet when you glanced at his face, your heart skipped a beat for the affection you had for him. No matter what the situation, Gaara was an honest man, and you realized that he cared very deeply about you not getting the wrong idea from any of this.
He wanted you to feel valued, you realized, as he softly caressed your cheek and searched in your eyes for what your intentions were.
“You don’t want me to think you’re just doing this for your own fun, is that it?” You asked.
“It’s important that you know I care about you,” Gaara stated. His eyes dropped to the floor and a look of melancholy passed over his face, so quickly that you wondered if it had been present at all.
“I care for you so much,” you said, grabbing him by the face and kissing him, but not too hard. You, too, wanted him to feel valued.
“I want to show you how much you mean to me…” Gaara said, trailing off as if he were unsure of himself. “But I’m not sure if here is the right place…”
“Well,” you said, “What did you want to do?”
The two of you made eye contact and a silence filled the tiny stall. “I would really like it if I could…taste you.” Gaara finally mustered the courage to say.
You gasped, feeling your arousal build between your legs. You grabbed his face again and kissed him deeply again…and again…and again.
“I won’t say no to that,” You whispered, pulling him in closer so that you could tangle his red locks through your fingers. “The choice is really yours.”
There was a moment where the two of you continued your embrace, when slowly Gaara pulled away from you. After readjusting the groin of his pants, he reached for your bikini bottoms, gently slipping them down your smooth legs. When they reached your ankles, you kicked them off.
“You can sit here,” Gaara said, placing a towel on the short bench that was beside you.
Obediently, you sat down, watching in anticipation as Gaara knelt between your knees. You spread your legs wide for him, feeling the throb of your pussy as you waited for what was to come.
Gaara did not disappoint, he leaned over and gently placed his tongue on your clitorus. The immediate sensation was so foreign and sensitive to you that you clasped your hand hard over your mouth, your other hand reaching to squeeze your own breast.
“Mmm!” You let out a muffled moan.
Gaara traced slow, steady circled around your clit, being mindful to not apply too much pressure on such a delicate area. He was quite thorough and observant, as anytime he felt your pleasure ebbing away, he would change his technique by suddenly flicking his tongue over your clit, or by replacing his tongue with his thumb.
“You are delicious,” he panted before burying his face fully between your legs.
Unexpectedly, you heard an unfamiliar voice calling from right outside the curtain just as Gaara inserted his tongue into your entrance, making you cry out in surprise.
“Oh!” You screamed before realizing what had happened. Both you and Gaara froze, looking at each other in panic. After a few quick thinking milliseconds, you called out again, this time to the voice on the other side of the curtain. “Oh…um…Sorry about that, you startled me!”
You and Gaara waited, stiff as statues, until you heard the stranger move to use one of the other stalls. When you heard the door of the largest change room close, Gaara looked up at you.
“Maybe we should continue this later,” He said.
“Haha, yeah,” you mumbled sheepishly, still drunk off the pleasure Gaara had built up in your womanhood. “Let’s go…”
C (#2) - You’re sick of him playing coy! Undress him yourself! (Kinkier).
Without giving him any warning, you pushed him into the largest stall, letting the old wooden door slam behind you. Gaara’s eyes were wide in surprise, and he let out a little gasp.
“I’m sick of you playing coy with me,” You said to him, slipping a hand behind you to push the lock closed.
“Is that so?” Gaara asked. He had recouped after his surprise and was now gazing at you with a smirk on his face. “What do you intend to do about it?”
The way he provoked you made your heart beat faster, and you threw yourself against him, pressing him against the wall of the stall. You forced your tongue into his mouth, where it met his, and the two of you engagee in the most intense and messy makeout session you have ever experienced.
Your hands were all over his body, and his yours, and you didn’t care that you were moaning a little too loudly for what was supposed to be a surreptitious situation. You were far too turned on by it, far too hot and wet. Your fingers travelled up his chest, feeling how defined his abs were, how firm his body felt. You wanted his shirt off.
“Take it off,” you ordered, though you were already tugging the shirt off of him.
Now he stood before you - half naked - a level, calculated look in his eyes. You had never seen him look at you this way before, but you knew exactly what it meant: He wanted to fuck you - badly.
“You are incredible,” he said, moving to stand taller.
You could tell that he was losing himself to the hot, sweaty fervor of the moment and that he was planning his next move, but you intervened.
“I’m going to suck you dick until your knees go weak and you can’t stand any more,” you vowed as you pushed hard against his chest, digging your fingers into his muscles so that he knew you meant business.
“You can try,” is all he said before you got to your knees, diving for the fly of his pants.
You were so rushed in the moment, you forgot to savor how hard his dick looked as it forced its way uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants, begging to be let out into the open and sucked. You made a mental note to feel him up later so that you could truly appreciate that aspect of him; however now you were faced with your long awaited desire.
His penis was large, much more than you expected, a fact which could have nearly made your mouth water. You also noticed, with much delighted lust, that his manhood was incredibly appealing to look at. You gently pulled back his foreskin so that you could trace circles with your thumb on the tip, admiring how it looked and how a bead of precum pooled on the edge.
“Mmm…I’ve waited a long time for this,” you said as your eyes connected hungrily to his.
“Me too,” He said, thrusting his hips forward. He really couldn’t help himself any longer.
With one last quick smile, you wrapped your lips around the head of his penis, pressing your tongue against the smooth skin of his erection. You were instantaneously smitten with the act, swearing that you would do this as many times as Gaara would let you - hopefully for the rest of his life.
“Mmm,” You mumbled, your mouth filled with his girthy member as you took more of his length into your mouth; determinedly going deeper and deeper, suppressing your gag reflex on willpower alone. You wanted him as far as he could be inside you, as far as what you could physically handle. It simply just wasn’t enough for you to do things halfway.
You heard Gaara let out a gasp and a moan as you worked your way back up his shaft, using your hand for extra sensation. When you got to his tip, you very gently sucked in with your lips to add just the slightest bit of pressure to the experience without overstimulating him.
He went wild for it, bucking his hips forwards as he strongly grabbed a handful of your hair. You removed his penis from your mouth, leaning forward to lick under his shaft and cupping his balls in your hand.
“This feels…” Gaara panted, “This feels so good.”
“It better,” You shot back quickly, before picking up the pace.
With all your effort, passion and desire you sucked his dick until you could feel his penis grow even harder. He was moaning more and more now, his sounds barely more than a whisper in the large room. Now he was pulling you hair a little too hard - though not intentionally - as he thrust deeper into your mouth; the pain of it made your eyes water but it also drastically increased your horniness, as you too began making grinding movements with your hips.
“Y/N!” Gaara gasped. He released the hold he had on your hair, trying to pull his hips away from you.
You knew what this meant, and you refused to let up. You followed his hips, pushing his dick deeper into your mouth, working harder and harder until you could feel his legs begin to shake and a tension overtake his body.
Suddenly warm ropes of his cum spurted into your mouth. Gaara let out a loud gasp as he arched his back, his primal urges to thrust taking over as he surrendered to his orgasm.
You didn’t think twice about swallowing, and when all of it had disappeared from your mouth, you looked up at Gaara, feeling fulfilled despite the strong pulsing between your own legs.
He reached down for you, helping you to your feet so that he could embrace you. He breathed in to say something when there was a sudden, jarring knock on the door.
“Hello?!” An unfamiliar voice called out.
Gaara sighed quietly and pulled away from you, but not before offering you an affectionate kiss on the lips and his small, charming smile.
“You use the door, I’ll easily be able to sneak out undetected.” He whispered, and the two of you nodded at each other in understanding.
Chapter #3 - The Hotel Room
“What do you say we go somewhere a little more private?” You suggested when both of you had slipped out of the stall. Now you stood facing each other on the beach, trying to catch your breath.
“You had said earlier that you wanted to go to the bar, did you want to go now?” Gaara asked, remembering the whole reason you had offered to come with him.
Playfully, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. “Hmm, no, I was thinking somewhere a little more private than that.”
“Oh…Ohhh!” Gaara said and the implication of what you meant finally found its way to making sense in his mind. He certainly wasn’t the type of person to be good at maneuvering these types of situations when the hints were subtle, and it was beginning to be alarmingly apparent to him that he wasn’t very good with them even if they reached out and slapped him.
Up until now, he was half expecting you to realize what you were doing and change your mind, breaking away from him forever so that you could continue your platonic relationship. This whole time he was enjoying himself immensely, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. After all, was he really worthy of this type of attention from such a divine woman?
He focused on your face, but he didn’t see any hesitation in your eyes, no glints of discomfort or signs that you were hoping to turn back.
“Did you want to…go to the hotel?” Gaara asked, still uncertain.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” You said as you leaned forward once more to give him a kiss.
It hadn’t taken long for the two of you to return to the hotel, where you had climbed up to Gaara’s room. He pressed his keycard to the door handle, and it made a soft click as it unlocked. Gaara allowed you to go in first, closing the door behind him as he entered the room.
You wasted no time at all, whirling around you threw yourself at him, your fingers tangling in his gorgeous red hair as you kissed him hard. Gaara caught you, bracing himself up against the door, and wrapped his strong arms around you, kissing you back until both of you were out of breath.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” Gaara said. He was smiling despite the small blush he had on his cheeks.
“Oh? And what were you expecting us to do when we got here?” You teased, taking his face gently in your hands to look at him affectionately. “You’re too polite for your own good sometimes, you know that? I can’t tell if you really weren’t expecting anything or if you’re just saying that to not appear crass.”
Gaara cleared his throat. “Um, if you want me to be honest….I would say both.”
You broke away from him then, and he watched as you studied him up and down. “Well, take all of that uncertainty and politeness and put it aside. I want you to tell me what you want to do to me.”
“Oh, okay…” Gaara replied, not knowing why he had agreed when he knew full well he wasn't prepared to answer.
Could he really just do that? Was it really possible for him to form any sort of coherent thought, let alone force the words out of his mouth without offending you in some way?
He doubled back after a second of reflection. “I’m just really not good with this kind of thing.”
“Don’t be shy,” you said as you got closer to him once more, “c’mon, you tell me what your fantasy is and I’ll tell you mine.”
"Ok…I want to…" Gaara was scrambling. There were lots of things he wanted to do with you, lots of things he was thinking about - that he had thought about. He desperately wanted these things to come true, but he also desperately didn't want to stick his foot in his mouth. That's why he stood, floundering for what felt like an eternity.
"Gaara," You whispered gently, leaning in to touch his face. "If you don't talk to me, I'm gonna think this isn't what you want…Which is fine, but I just need to know before we move forward."
You turned your face to fixate on the wall and Gaara's heart did a panicked flip.
"Please don't think that!" He said, his voice was strong and full of sincerity. "I have never been blessed with the ability to just say things and have them somehow be taken as I intended. It's not that I don't want to spend time with you, or to become close to you…" He took your face in his hands so that you could look at him. "I have always been the type of man who believes actions speak louder than words. I'd rather show you how I feel.”
You reflected on this for a moment, your face was serious. “Really?” You asked, quietly.
“Yes!” Gaara said before leaning in to kiss you deeply. He broke away from you, searching your eyes for a sign that you believed him.
“Okay,” you said slowly, carefully, as you formed your next statement. “Then I want you to show me…”
Options (#3): Sex in The Beach Hotel
A (#3)- “... how you make love.” (Vanilla).
B (#3) - “...how you plan to use my body.” (Medium).
C (#3) - “...how well you can take being fucked by a woman.” (Kinkier).
(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)
A (#3) - “... how you make love.” (Vanilla).
“I want you to show me how you make love.” You repeated, offering Gaara a small smile as you caressed his cheek. You thought for certain that he would scoop you up, take you to the bed, and make deep, intimate love to you. Yet, much to your despair, he didn’t react right away, and your stomach began to knot with anxiety.
“I…” He said after a few heartbeats. “I was really hoping you would say that.”
Relief flooded into your body and soul as Gaara took you by the hand, leading you to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. Gently he took you by the hips, kissing you passionately before guiding you to lay down. You looked up at him, trying to think of something to say but he beat you to it.
“I have always wanted this,” He said to you, leaning down so that both of your lips touched. He was on top of you now, kissing you over and over and over. You loved his kisses, and you loved it even more when he moved to suck on your neck. The passion felt so thrilling to you that a wetness began to pool between your legs and you moaned, reaching to tangle your fingers in his rich, red hair.
Gaara was true to his word. Every action he made showed you how much he wanted you - yearned for you. His technique was an exceptional balance of being firm and hard in some ways, but gentle and loving in others, trading between small love bites to delicate pecks. He wasted no time in undressing you, but ensured that you felt valued as he caressed and complimented you between articles of clothing.
You were so excited, you could barely contain it, and you squirmed beneath him as the sensation between your legs grew stronger. You could feel his erection against you, pressing so close to your womanhood that you couldn’t help but thrust against him.
“Make love to me, Gaara,” You begged, desperate for so much more of him, but Gaara’s sense of love making was slow and steady. He wanted both of you to savor every second.
Your breasts were exposed now, and Gaara worked his way downwards, taking one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other until you let out a cry. You thrust harder against his hips- against his pulsing erection - and you, too, felt a throbbing deep inside yourself.
Without taking his attention away from your breasts, he slipped one hand to your bottoms, sliding them down your legs until you could kick them off yourself. Now, fully exposed to him, he pulled away from your chest to gaze at your beautiful body.
“Perfect,” Gaara complimented. His eyes were full of lust and affection, and he began kissing his way down your stomach.
You spread your legs open for him as he knelt between them, and you felt so safe and so ready for him to do what he wished. However, despite your readiness, you let out a cry when he took his thumb and gently traced circles around your clit. He was slow about it, taking his time to let the good sensations build between your legs. It didn’t take long before you were thrusting against him once more, becoming even more wet for him. You hungered for more, and luckily Gaara did not keep you waiting as he gently inserted one finger into you.
“Oh god,” You said, clutching the bed sheets.
Now Gaara was pulling in and out of you with a slow and steady rhythm, taking his other hand to continue working on your clit.
“Harder,” You begged. The need for him to go deeper and faster came on so strong that you surprised yourself when you spoke, and you dug your fingers even harder into the mattress, being driven solely by your own urges.
Gaara didn’t go faster. He didn’t want to. He had you exactly where he wanted you, laying beneath him experiencing the highest of natural pleasures, and he didn’t mind taking things slow. Yet with each of your moans, he found it harder to help himself, you noticed, as he too began to let out small moans before leaning forward and pressing his tongue against you.
You felt the softness of his mouth, the gentleness, and the pleasure as he licked up and down on your clit. The newness of the sensation made you grow quiet as the pleasure built all the more. You closed your eyes tightly, your muscles tensed.
Gaara picked up on your sudden silence, and he pulled away from you. “Do you not like this?” He asked, and you let out a small cry in response.
“Please don’t stop!”
Satisfied, Gaara refocused on his objective while you panted heavily. Your orgasm was so close now, if only he would go just a little harder like you had asked.
You let out another loud, frustrated moan, and in response, Gaara inserted another finger into your womanhood, pressing himself deeper into you. This sent you over the edge, and your muscles tightened as the pleasure mounted to a delicious high. You held your breath, riding the wave of bliss before letting out a gasp of air, as pulses of satisfied throbs ebbed away the orgasm.
“Please!” You cried, pushing Gaara away. He had gotten a little carried away and had gone even faster despite the sensations now becoming too much for you. “Please, just give me a minute,” you begged.
“I’m sorry,” Gaara said as he pulled away. He was shifting uncomfortably now and you noticed that he had started tugging at his pants.
“Come here,” You said gently, beckoning him.
He stood up and you moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for the waistband of his pants. You could see how hard the bulge was pressing against the fabric that it made you wonder how uncomfortable it had been for him, and you quickly undid his fly.
Soon his pants were off, his penis standing erect from his body, throbbing with frustration. Gaara had removed his own shirt, revealing his muscular body, and you noticed with a feeling of giddiness that the sight of him naked turned you on again.
Not wanting him to wait any longer for you, you took the base of his cock in your hands, and kissed the tip, looking up at him so that he could see the desire in your eyes. However, Gaara looked uncomfortable and he reached down to grab your wrist.
“Y/N,” He said softly, “I really want to…If it’s ok, I would like to…”
He was having a hard time getting the words out and you decided to help him out. “Show me what you want,” you said.
Gaara leaned over and kissed you, pushing you onto the bed, your back pressed against the soft sheets. He positioned himself on top of you as you spread your legs wide for him, waiting for your connection to reach an even deeper level.
With slow strokes, Gaara rubbed himself against your soft, wet skin, letting out whimpers that were deep and soft in your ear. You wondered if he was teasing himself or if he was still feeling a little shy.
“I want you inside me,” You whispered in his ear.
Gaara let out a moan and thrust forward though he still hadn’t entered you. “I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” he said with a pant, “I’m very excited right now.”
“It’s okay, Gaara,” You said with a smile and you kissed his cheek. “Just do what feels natural to you.”
You reached down and took his penis in your hand, guiding it to your entrance. Gaara paused for a moment, leaning in only slightly as if he was only testing the waters before diving right in; yet soon temptation got the best of him and he pushed a little harder until the tip of his member was inside you.
“Oh!” He gasped, wrapping his arms around you and thrusting in even deeper.
You also let out an impassioned moan as he entered you fully, deeply, passionately. It felt so natural to be connected to him like this, so pleasurable, and you wanted this moment to last forever.
“Y/N!” Gaara gasped. Suddenly his rhythm became very fast and hard, surprising you. He let out another moan, holding you tighter as he made a few last deep pumps.
You could feel the pulsing of his member inside you, how it throbbed with each burst of pleasure. You even felt something warm pooling around your cervix, though the sensation disappeared quickly.
Gaara pulled out, releasing his grip on you. “I’m sorry,” he said, an embarrassed look on his face.
“No don’t be,” You said before giving him a quick kiss. “It’s been a long day of foreplay, neither of us lasted very long.” You let out a laugh and Gaara smiled despite himself.
“I really enjoyed this,” Gaara said softly as he looked at you.
“Yeah,” You said, looking back at him with a look of affection, “I really enjoyed it too, and I would be up for a few more rounds once you’re ready.”
With that, Gaara’s eyes lit up and he pulled you further onto the bed. “Okay,” Gaara said in your ear, “I’m ready.”
B (#3) - “...how you plan to use my body.” (Medium).
“I want you to show me how you plan to use my body.” You repeated as you focused on Gaara’s gaze. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you. If he was a man of action, then he would have to prove it to you.
Without wasting any time, Gaara reached forward and lifted you up off the ground, surprising you. He carried you over to the middle of the room and set you down on the bed, where you looked up at him, eyes wide with excitement.
“Will you tell me….If I go too far?”Gaara asked, looking away from you shyly.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about that,” You replied, already feeling the wetness between your legs.
Gaara didn’t look so convinced, but he didn’t keep you waiting, either. He leaned forward to grab you by the chin, kissing you hard on the mouth. You could feel how strong he was, how dominant he could be, and the idea of him using you made your heart beat faster and faster.
“I-” You started, but Gaara kissed you hard on the mouth again, stifling your words.
“Don’t speak,” Gaara ordered in a gruff voice, as he gazed intently into your eyes, a fire burning in his.
You obeyed him, watching him as he removed your clothing, piece by piece until you lay naked before him. Suddenly, you wished that he would take his own clothes off, and you leaned forward to tell him.
Yet Gaara again prevented you from speaking by kissing you hard, this time his tongue sliding into your mouth, causing you to moan. He forced you down on the bed again, pinning both your arms overhead as he moved to suck on your neck. You squirmed a bit as his lips tickled the sensitive skin, but this made him push you down even further. When he was finished there was a deep, purple bruise on your neck and his eyes glinted with delight at the sight of it.
Before you could argue, Gaara got up and walked away from you, leaving you to lay there, naked and confused. You sat up, watching him as he pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down beside you.
“You’re going to do as I say,” Gaara said, his voice dominant and certain. “And everytime you disobey me, I’m going to do something to you.”
You looked up at him, still confused. You weren’t convinced he had the right idea about what sex was supposed to be. You wanted him to fuck you, unleashing the animal you knew he could be, not have him sit there.
“I don’t understand.” You said.
“That’s strike one,” He said as he leaned back in the chair. “I already told you not to speak.”
He stared at you intently as you blinked at him. There was an edge in his voice that made your heart race, or maybe it was the way he looked at you then, so hungry and authoritative. Your mind was reeling at this unexpected situation, when it circled back to what he said: "Everytime you disobey me, I'm going to do something to you" and "strike one".
Strike one. Your heart thudded against your chest and you noticed, almost in dismay, that you were becoming wet at the thrill of the evident consequence. You decided that despite your uncertainty of this new role Gaara had adopted, you would see where it went. After all, you thought, as you obediently waited for his next order, you could always tell him to stop.
“Touch yourself,” He ordered. “Show me what you like done to you.”
“What?!” You exclaimed. This order had sent you off balance, despite your resolution to play along. Yet more so than the surprise you felt, you sensed an immediate rush of regret for speaking out of turn.
Gaara looked at you levelly. “Strike two.”
You gasped as you met his gaze but Gaara was unwavering in his demeanor. Looking down at your own body, you wondered how hard of a request it was; after all, you touched yourself all the time in private, so this time shouldn’t be any different.
Slowly you reached your hand down to your womanhood, but as you did so a stab of insecurity made you hesitate.
Gaara was vigilant. “I ordered you to touch yourself, don’t make me say it again.”
With a gulp, you spread your legs so that he could get a full view of what you were doing, and you began to trace circles with your finger on your clit, just as you practiced alone. You were relieved that despite your nerves, touching yourself felt good; although you did find it was difficult to really lose yourself in the sensations as Gaara watched intently from his chair. You looked up at him, desperate for approval.
“Does that feel good?” He asked.
“Yes.”
Gaara reached towards you, sensually rubbing your leg up and down, and you sat up a little to get a glimpse of his body. You could tell his erection was uncomfortably stiff behind the fabric of his pants, but he didn’t pay it any mind. His sole focus was on you.
“I want it to feel even better for you, show me how that looks.” Gaara ordered, removing his hand from your leg.
“Yes,” You said, tightening your muscles as you got more into it. Grinding against your own fingers, your pleasure grew until you were panting. Now it didn’t bother you that Gaara was watching, and in fact, it was beginning to turn you on even more.
“Cum for me,” He ordered abruptly, and your heart fluttered.
“I-I’m not ready to,” You moaned.
Suddenly, and very firmly, Gaara leaned forward, pushing the hand you were touching yourself with away. With the other hand he inserted two fingers inside you, and pressed his tongue against your clit. He worked at a very strong pace, overwhelming you as your excitement grew. You weren’t expecting this, and his sudden inclusion made you all the hornier. You grinded against his fingers and mouth, moaning loudly as he made himself dominant over you.
Gaara’s pace didn’t let up, and after a few moments your pleasure grew to a crescendo, causing you to scream with bliss. Your womanhood tightened and your legs shook, making you dizzy. Gaara quickly withdrew his fingers from you, stripping you the pleasure of grinding against them as you rode the waves of throbs that followed after an orgasm.
“You didn’t cum when I asked,” Gaara said, coldly.
“No!” You exclaimed in a panic. You were beginning to really worry about this game he was playing, and you leaned forward to grab his wrist, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”
“That’s strike three and now four for speaking out of turn again,” Gaara said.
“Please!” You whined, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek, trying to get him to lighten up with you and to offer you affection.
Relieved, you felt Gaara wrap his strong arms around you and he held you there. You felt him as he turned his head, his breath in your ear.
“Five.”
In dismay, you watched as Gaara stood up, pulling you to your feet. He then spun you around, pushing you back onto the bed where you stayed on all fours.
“You disobeyed me five times,” Gaara said, still standing behind you.
“I’m sorry, Gaara,” You pleaded, trying to turn around but Gaara stopped you.
“I told you that for each time you disobeyed me, I was going to do something to you, and I will. You wanted me to show you how I was gonna use your body?” His voice was gruff in your ear as he leaned forward, squeezing one of your breasts hard. “I am going to cum in you once for each time you didn’t do as I asked.”
“Gaara!” You yelped desperately, ashamed with yourself at how much your pussy throbbed with excitement with his punishment. You couldn’t believe how horny he made you, despite having already experienced release just moments before.
“Do you want to make it six?” Gaara asked, squeezing your breast so tight that you whined.
“No,” You moaned, sinking your head down onto the bed in defeat.
Gaara undid his pants and pulled his long, throbbing member out. He mounted you, thrusting his hips so his manhood could glide against your wet skin. He was gentle with this part, pushing himself deep inside you, waiting for you to get accustomed to his girth while you clutched the sheets. Then, the gentleness was over, as he began to thrust into you harder and harder; his fingers gripping your hips so hard he left handprints as he pulled you onto him, all the while you let out cries of pleasure. This had been what you were looking for when you asked him to use your body, but this time your mind was fantasizing wildly about how he would finish inside you over and over again until neither of you could take any more.
He dominated you like this until he had finished inside you twice, changing your position to whatever suited him each time. You marveled at his stamina, how he seemed to be able to keep going even after he already had you filled.
Now you were beneath him, his strong arms on either side of your head as you looked up at him. He had brought you so much pleasure during this experience, and even now you could feel the pleasure building again between your legs. You let out a uniquely loud moan and Gaara responded to it by thrusting a little too deep.
You winced and yelped in pain as his member hit your cervix, but you expected him to keep going despite your discomfort.
Abruptly, Gaara pulled out of you, holding your face in his hands. His dominant demeanor dropped instantly as he looked at you in concern. “Did I hurt you?” He asked.
You looked up at him, meeting his gaze before letting out a laugh. The illusion was suddenly shattered, and you recognized him as the same shy, worried, compassionate Gaara you knew all along.
“I’m fine,” You sighed with release and smiled at him. “You didn’t have to stop, you know.”
Gaara shook his head, pulling you into his chest. “I will always stop when I accidentally hurt you,” He mumbled, his face buried in your hair.
You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness and intimacy. You felt so fulfilled, so safe, and so so loved.
C (#3) - “...how well you can take being fucked by a woman.” (Kinkier).
“I want you to show me how well you can take being fucked by a woman,” You repeated. You could tell by Gaara’s face that he had not registered what you had said the first time.
He was standing there, mouth agape and eyes wide. He really was not expecting you to say something so forward, and you felt a surge of power at the influence you had over him.
You flashed him a wicked smile as he attempted to piece together his shattered mind. “What? Having second thoughts?” You teased.
“No!” He exclaimed in his deep, raspy voice. “I…Just really wasn’t expecting that.”
“Well, then I bet you really won’t expect what we’re gonna do next.” You said, tracing a finger on his jawline and staring deeply, intently and sexily into his eyes.
Gaara swallowed hard and you reached down to cup his groin in your hand. You could feel his erection pressing hard against the fabric of his pants and a shiver of excitement ran up your spine. You tightened your grip, making him gasp.
You led him over to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and pushed him down, his body bouncing on the springy mattress. Swiftly, you jumped on top of him, forcing your hands under his shirt where you felt the strong, thick muscles of his abdomen. Your fingers travelled upwards, savoring the feeling of his body, and he closed his eyes as he thrust his hips upward to grind against yours; the action causing a rush of dominance to overcome you.
You dug your fingernails into his chest, raking them down his skin, the pleasure of having him at your mercy causing you to become wet. Gaara winced and gasped at your sudden forcefulness and he moved to grab your arms, but you were quicker. You pinned his wrists to his side and leaned in to stare into his eyes.
“I am going to use your body how I like,” You said forcefully, leaning over to kiss him hard and biting his bottom lip.
“Okay…” He breathed when he broke away from you.
You could tell by the quick rise and fall of his chest, and how his penis pulsed beneath you that he was getting excited, and this thought turned you on even more.
You jumped off him then, your hands reaching for his fly. You undid his pants, moving on to his shirt so that he could lay there naked, ready for his body to be used and abused by you. Again, you cupped his groin, squeezing his testicles just enough to make him squirm and buck his hips forward.
“You’re all mine, do you understand me?” You said, moving your hand to stroke the shaft of his long, girthy member.
“Yes…” He whispered, his voice raspy and breathy.
You instructed him not to look as you undressed, being vigilant to make sure he kept his eyes firmly closed until you told him to look. Now you stood before him, your beautiful naked body exposed to the cool air of the hotel room.
You walked back over to the bed and straddled him, looking down at his face as it tensed up in anticipation; his hips wiggling underneath you in an attempt to connect his penis to your entrance.
“Look at me,” You said firmly.
Gaara opened his eyes, looking up to you with wonder and excitement. He dared to raise a hand, caressing your body until he held a breast delicately in his hand. With his thumb, he played with your nipple, making it harden.
“You like that?” You whispered as you leaned close to his ear.
“Yes!”
Forcefully you took his hand and pinned it back against the mattress. You thrust your hips hard against his and you moaned.
“We’re gonna play a game,” You said, again flashing your wicked smile. “And do you know what that game is?”
He looked up at you with wide eyes, breathing his response, “No…”
“It’s a little game called try not to cum.”
Gaara gasped, looking as though he was about to protest, but you shut that down fast, sticking your tongue into his mouth; you only relented when you felt him struggling for air. You let him turn his head to the side, but took advantage of his exposed neck which you started to suck on - hard.
While you were working on claiming him for yourself, you reached down between your legs to take his penis in your hand. You adjusted overtop of him, rubbing the tip of his erection against your soaking wet lips. Never had you felt so turned on, so exhilarated in all your life.
Without hesitation, you pushed your hips downwards, breaking away from his neck to let out a moan as his girthy member stretched the quivering, yearning walls of your womanhood. Glancing down at him, you could see what you had done to him.
A large, purple bruise was standing out predominantly on the pale skin of his neck, just high enough so that it could be seen over his shirt collar.
“I am going to fuck you into submission,” You said to him hotly.
Gaara stared at you, his chest rising and falling quicker and quicker with his anticipation. “You may have your work cut out for you,” He shot back.
“We’ll see about that.”
You wasted no time in grinding your hips back and forth as if you had trained your whole life for this moment - no - as if your very life depended on it; you gave it your all, moaning loudly the entire time. You could feel the tip of his penis pulsing against your most sensitive spot with each thrust, and it made you want to fuck him harder.
“Oh my god!” You screamed as you rode him, his panting and your cries joining the sound of the bed thumping against the wall and the squeaking of the mattress springs. You were certain that the entire hotel could hear you, but you didn’t care.
“Ugh! I”m gonna cum,” Gaara moaned.
Abruptly, you jumped from him, leaving his penis to throb and pulse in the cold air.
“Ugh…!” Gaara gasped again.
“Not so fast,” You cooed, kissing him on the lips.
You watched in delight as he thrust his hips forward, desperate for any stimulation that would bring him release. He even struggled against your grasp, trying to move his hands from where you had them pinned, but it was no use.
After a few moments, his breathing levelled and you began again, sinking down onto his swollen member and using it as your own personal toy. Multiple times, you jumped off of him, each time Gaara groaned more intensely as his sexual frustration grew.
By the fourth time you had teased him, the sensation of his penis rubbing against your G-spot became too much. You began thrusting your hips even more wildly, driven solely by the primal urge to orgasm, and you were unable to stop.
“I’m going to cum!” Gaara gasped again, but little did he know it was his lucky day.
You were overcome by your own desire for release, and together your pleasure mounted. The feeling was immense, so much so that your eyes rolled back in your head and you felt a gush of wetness between your legs. You were screaming as loud as you possibly could for as long as you possibly could, trying to keep the orgasm going. You could have probably continued on for a second more, but Gaara was already gasping with overstimulation.
He had filled you with shot after shot of hot, sticky cum and now he was looking up at you, eyes hoping to have appeased you enough to let him go.
You slid off him and looked at the mess the two of you had created together.
“Oh my god,” You said through your breaths, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life…I think I even squirted a little.”
Gaara looked down at himself and then back at you. Slowly an affectionate smile crept across his face. “Well,” he breathed, “If that’s a first for you then I’m glad to have made it happen.”
Chapter #4 - Cheers to the Start of a Successful Vacation!
Later that day, Gaara sat across from you in the lounge of the hotel’s restaurant. The beach themed bar stretched across the entire room that luckily wasn’t too busy. The whole opposite side was designed with full length windows, giving couples a romantic and scenic view of the beach.
Now the sun was setting, the soft orange rays shimmering on the crisp water, reflecting bright white on the ocean blue.
Gaara took a sip of his drink, an alcoholic beverage he had surprised himself by deciding to try . He set the tall glass down on the round wooden table and gazed over at you affectionately. You were dressed in a stylish floral sundress, examining the menu for anything exotic you might want to try.
Perhaps it was the way the evening sun made your skin glow, or maybe it was your relaxed, upbeat demeanor, but something about how you appeared in that moment made Gaara want to sit across from you here - from anywhere - forever.
You looked up at him with a casual smile, mentioning something about the menu, when suddenly Gaara realized exactly what it was that made him feel this way.
“I love you,” He said. There was no shyness in his voice, no uncertainty.
You looked up at him, your expression brightening as you reached across the table to lace your fingers with his. “I love you, too.”
The two of you sat there for some time, ordering drinks, laughing and talking when a familiar voice came from across the lounge.
“There you two are,” Temari said, striding across the bar with Shikamaru in tow. Her hair wasn’t in her normal iconic updo, and she had a big relaxed grin spread across her face. “I was wondering where you had gone, we haven’t seen you all day.”
“We’ve just been touring the sights,” Gaara said, giving nothing away in his tone.
Shikamaru rubbed the back of his head. “Mind if we join you guys? We were gonna meet with Kankuro when he got here…” Suddenly, he trailed off, letting out a deep sigh. “Oh man, wait until you see him, what a drag.”
You let out a laugh, pushing a chair out for Temari. “Come sit, we’re just discussing what we want to try from the dinner menu.”
Temari and Shikamaru had just received their own drinks when Kankuro waddled into the lounge, his arms extended slightly to his side in a way that reminded you of a penguin. From the tip of his head to the end of his toes, he was beet red from a day of sun. You could tell just by looking at him that even moving was excruciating.
“Hey guys,” He said in a defeated and sheepish voice.
“You look worse than how you did on the beach!” Temari exclaimed. “Idiot.”
“Come sit,” You said, sliding off your seat to offer it to Kankuro.
Gaara pulled up another chair for you before turning back to his brother. He handed Kankuro a glass of ice water, a look of sympathy on his face. “Hopefully that doesn’t bother you the entire trip,” Gaara offered.
“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Kankuro winced as he slid onto the chair, but much to his credit, he offered a small smile. “Here, let’s toast.”
He raised the water Gaara had given him. “Here’s to the start of a successful vacation!”
“Cheers!” You all exclaimed before clinking your glasses together; a perfect outcome to a perfect day.
Gaara’s heart soared as you rested your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers with his. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be in such a beautiful place, surrounded by his family, and to know he was loved by the woman he treasured more than anything.
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Just this once || Gaara x reader
♥︎ Master list
Pairing: Gaara x Gender neutral Reader
No warnings for this one, just gaara having a rough time at the office and the reader is there to comfort him (but it does mention oral at the end)
Please ignore any word errors if you ever come across any. Thank you and enjoy ♥︎
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Gaara's first few months of becoming kazekage wasn't really that easy for him. The endless stacks of papers and the new upcoming chunin exams that was going to occur here in sunagakure. He had been up and awake for three whole days and never really had proper rest that he needed.
You always come knocking on his door to the office and check up on him from time to time. Just to see if he was doing alright.
You'd always ask if he'd want to take a little break and just stroll around the village for a few minutes. But it's always the same, "There's still a lot of work to do. Not now y/n,".
You'd sometimes get annoyed by it but nonetheless you try other things to get him to spend a little time with you. But today you just decided to stay in his office to keep him company in case if he ever needed it. So today you just sat on the couch in his office and did whatever that prevented you from being bored.
Like you talk to him about this mornings breakfast you had or you'd just talk about that his older siblings, temari and kankuro were bugging you and still asked if gaara asked you to marry him yet.
He'd still keep quiet and you were okay with that but you were still asking gaara about him getting a day off and spending an entire day with you. He still wasn't sure about it so he just said, "I'll think about it" and remained quiet for a good ten minutes.
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Since you really had nothing else to talk about, you just got up and picked out a book from the bookshelf and started reading quietly on the couch. It was a few minutes of complete silence until someone knocked on the door and entered with another stack of papers for the kazekage to stamp.
He had no expression on his face but you could tell that it was absolutely bothering him since you have dated him for a couple of months now. You could tell the difference if something was bothering him and when it isn't.
As soon as they walked out of the office, you heard a groan of frustration coming from gaara. You looked towards his direction and seen that his head lowered down to rest on his forearms. You set the book down and got up from the couch, walking towards gaara to see if he was alright.
"Is there anything I can do to help, gaara?" You said in a soft voice as you placed a hand over his shoulder and pecked a small kiss on his cheek.
Gaara slowly lifted his head to look up at you and slightly smiled. "You really do worry a lot about me, I'm fine my love"
"You always say you're fine when you're stressed, please if there's anything I can do just tell me, do want water or a snack?" You asked but he just shook his head and went back to work. "Gaara you can talk to me, if there's anything wrong you can tell me, please" He sighed, and slowly got up from his chair.
Wrapping his arms around you and you immediately hugged him back, he kissed your temple and rested his chin above your head. "What did i ever do to deserve such a kind person like you, y/n" He said softly and heard You chuckle. You could feel his breathing, feeling the pace of his heartbeat which was starting to beat really quickly as he loosened his grip around you.
"So do you need anything, Lord kazekage?" You said in a teasingly voice as you looked up at him. You always knew when you call him 'Lord kazekage' It always messes with him. It doesn't give him any sort of emotion when other people say it, but when it comes from your lips. It just drives him absolutely insane.
- "Actually there is something that you could do for me, but i think you won't like it" He says in a low voice as his hand went up to cup your cheek, giving you a warm and gentle kiss. The ones that you always love receiving from him. He started to gently nibble and lick on your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter.
You knew you couldn't refuse him since it was moments like these that were really rare and never really happened anymore ever since he couldn't find time for the both of you to be together. You slightly opened your mouth as a way of saying yes, his tongue automatically went inside, exploring your wet cavern.
Both your tongues intertwined together and moved around each other's mouth. As saliva leaked from the corner of your mouth while both of your tongues were fighting for dominance. Your arms around his neck, playing with his messy red hair.
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You slightly moaned into the kiss and gaara slowly pulled away from you, seeing what a panting mess you were. "Gaara..." you said in a breathy moan as you try to catch your breath.
Hearing you slightly moan his name was more than enough to get him rock hard. He knew that you both had never done anything that was beyond make out sessions and if anything ever got too heated, you'd pull away just in time. So he was hesitant to ask you.
- "Y/n if it's not too much to ask, and if you're okay with it. It's very much appreciated" He said as he slowly brought you down to your knees, your face only a few inches away from his crotch. His breathing getting heavier each passing second, as he looks down at you and sees that shocked look on your face.
"Please y/n" He said in a panting voice as he pulls your face closer to his growing bulge.
"Just this once"
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Prompt
Original Male Crossover Stud AU
When Naruto introduces Rias and her friends to his best friend Gaara... Serafell can't believe that she is seeing him again. How does she act towards him? Friendliness because Naruto is his friend? Anger for him walking in? Seduction to get a reaction?
Naruto: Guys I would like to meet my good friend Gaara!
Rias and her peerage greeted the stoic young man with smiles and cheers...Serafall was staring at the stoic red-haired man who was staring at them with flat look but greeted them with a calm politeness and he didn't bat a eye when he greet her as if nothing happen between...
...which made her see red at the imagined slight toward her pride as a devil and a woman as she growled angrily at the red-haired youth as she grabbed her shirt and tear it off revealing her large bra-clad breasts.
Serafall: WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! I AM SERAFALL LEVIATHAN, SATAN OF THE UNDERWORLD WILL NOT LET THIS SLIGHT TOWARD ME GO UNPUNISHED FROM YOU!!!!
The Leviathan proceed to aggressively and angrily try to seduce the baffled young man while Sona was trying to get her sister to stop shaming herself in front of her friends. With Naruto and Rias watching on, uncertain what to think about the situation in hand.
#naruto#naruto smut#highschool dxd#highschool dxd smut#serafall leviathan#rias gremory#sona sitri#souna shitori#naruto uzumaki#uzumaki naruto#sabaku no gaara#gaara#gaara of the desert#gaara of the sand#original male stud au#original male stud au prompt#crossover au#crossover au prompt
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I feel like I have to tell someone this but I was scrolling threw Facebook so fast I thought Gaara’s gourd was his buttcheeks 🤣🤣🤣
I CAN’T UNSEE IT!!!
#naruto#naruto shippuden#kazekage gaara#gaara smut#gaara of the desert#sabaku no gaara#gaara of the sand#kazekage#naruto funny#funny naruto posts#naruto funny moments
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Quickie
Pairing: Gaara of the Sand x Reader
Genre: Oneshot, Smut
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: afab!reader, dirty talk, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, panty stealing, quickie in a closet, big boi Gaara, strong language (Gaara gets to curse~ yay~)
A/N: Its about damn time I wrote something for my man. Also have I ever mentioned how much I love @therantingfangirl? Because I do, she even makes time to proofread little pieces like this for me~
Read it on AO3
You squeezed your eyes shut, your mouth falling open and your head falling back. There was a loud thunk as the back of your head met the wall. “Ahh,” you groaned, both pain and pleasure coursing through you.
“Shh,” your lover hushed, a strained smirk on his lips. “You’re going to get us caught.”
“S-sorry.” Your grip on the back of his neck tightened, moving your hips in attempts to take in more of his swollen length. The stretch burned, a lack of preparation causing a majority of your struggle, but it just further spurred you on.
“Fuck.” The gravel of his voice made you shiver. “Too tight,” he grunted, his hands moving to hold your legs further apart while remaining wrapped around his waist. The soft texture of his sand held you against the wall, preventing you from hitting your head again. “Relax.”
Nodding wordlessly, you tried to relax your muscles but the more he sunk into you the more your walls fluttered around him. He felt like the perfect limbo, the familiar stretch and length a pleasure while the rushed entrance was a torture. His breathing hitched as he finally bottomed out, he paused to allow you both a moment to adjust.
It wasn’t like you weren’t wet, you most certainly were. Everything about him turned you on. The seafoam green of his eyes, the bright red of his hair, the commanding mannerisms of a Kazekage, your favorite was that voice. So deep, so rugged, and it only got better with the weight of pleasure on his tongue. You wished he would talk more.
“I thought we were supposed to be quick.” You were panting and once you were readjusted to his large size, you bucked your hips into his. He grunted, nodded his head, and began to move his hips with yours. The more he thrust into you the wetter you became, until you could feel your arousal ease his every move. “Mmm, Gaara.”
“Not so loud,” he repeated, his breathing just as labored. “They’ll be in the next room for the meeting any minute.”
His hand reached down and began searching for your clit, his slippery fingers briefly touched your widened entrance and you gasped. The redhead shivered at the sound, his thrusts beginning to increase in speed. When his fingers found that bundle of nerves his sand moved to cover your mouth to muffle your cries. The tightening in your abdomen told you that you were approaching your peak, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to stay in this broom closet, connected to the one you loved, taking pleasure in each other’s bodies, even if only a little bit longer. You locked your legs around his hips, preventing him from pulling out. An almost inaudible growl rumbled from his throat, his grip became bruising, and his hips smacked into yours with abandon. He squeezed his eyes shut in concentration and you wanted to remove the sand to kiss him, to swallow his delicious grunts and groans.
He paused and you let out a whine, but you couldn’t help but freeze when you heard the doorknob begin to turn. You looked at him with wide eyes, his sand quickly shuffling over to lock the door and push against it incase the person had a key. As you impatiently waited for the person to leave, his fingers began to circle your clit once again. Another muffled moan tore through you.
The Kazekage was no longer looking at you, he continued to watch the doorknob jiggle as he played with your throbbing bud. It was an intense feeling; the mixture of anxiety from possibly being caught, his deft fingers changing direction, his cock throbbing as it waited impatiently inside you. Your fingernails dug into his clothed shoulders and your body trembled as you came, quiet whines leaving you. His eyes squeezed shut, your spasming walls causing him to lose concentration and let out a shaky breath.
“Guess I’ll need to get the keys,” came the muffled voice of the disgruntled janitor. Your heart was thrumming too loudly in your ears for you to hear his footsteps as he left, but as soon as the Kazekage was sure he was gone he moved his molten orbs back to you.
“You’re so filthy,” he grunted, his hips resuming their brutal pace. You were oversensitive and the resumed friction made your toes curl. “Cumming with someone else in earshot.”
His thrusts were beginning to lose rhythm, his sack smacked against your ass loudly. His fingers hadn’t stopped moving. His sand left your mouth and you leaned forward almost immediately. You buried your head in his neck and began mouthing at the covered skin, wishing you could tear through it and leave your marks on his pale skin. “Are you going to cum again?”
You nodded as well as you could. The redhead’s lips began to pepper your exposed neck with sloppy kisses of his own. You were so close, for the second time. To further chase that high, you began to grind against him messily. The changing angles made him scrape against that spongy part inside of you with every drag out. “G-Gaara,” you warned.
“Me to-oo,” he stuttered, his hips almost erratic. The sand at your back began to shift, trembling with the one who commanded it. The grip he had on your hips became painful and his teeth dug into your skin, marking you in the way you wanted to mark him. His arms shook as he moved to whisper in your ear. “Cum.”
How could you disobey a command like that?
Your eyes rolled back; his tip pressed against your cervix like it belonged there. A loud mewl began to leave your lips and he quickly covered them with his own. His hips stuttered and you felt the telltale warmth of his spend as your walls massaged it out of him. You licked his lips, desperately seeking his tongue to try and ground yourself. He continued to twitch inside of you, spurt after spurt making you feel full, and he groaned into your mouth as your tongues met.
He removed his fingers from your sex and brought that same shaky hand up to cup your cheek. Your head tilted and you licked the roof of his mouth. After a few more seconds, he began to soften and pulled out of you slowly. A shiver ran through you at the feeling of his semen leaking out and onto your thighs. The Kazakage lowered you to the ground gently, his breathing still rapid. You clutched his shoulders, your legs not quite ready to stand.
“Sorry,” he began, adjusting his clothes and putting himself away. A shame, you thought. Gaara placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Are you alright?”
“I’m more than alright.” You smirked. He smiled. His gentle hands began to help you fix your clothing, his sperm drying against your thighs. He gave you a hesitant look as he placed your panties in his robes, you snickered.
Once you were able to walk again the two of you went to the door. Gaara leaned down and placed a loving kiss against your swollen lips. “I may be a bit late today.”
“And I’ll be waiting,” you teased.
He opened the door, and you poked your head out, looking to the right before looking to the left. You didn’t see anyone, so you both began to step out of the closet before you heard someone clear their throat. You flushed in embarrassment while Gaara sighed, his older brother was leaning against the wall hidden by the door. “Did you guys have a good time?”
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So Glad I Have You
Smut
I quietly made my way to the file room that none of the ninjas have any idea how to keep things straight despite me taking time to teach them and yet it is I who they say is a no body. I am the Kazakage’s office manager. I know everything that goes on here. But I rarely get any respect from any of the ninjas and often talked down to as if I am useless being mostly. The staff that live here are cordial at least but I don’t often deal with them, it’s the outside village Ninjas that I have to deal with as they know nothing about the inner workings here.
Though I might not be a ninja, I make sure that this place has everything it needs and coordinate the compound’s staff scheduling with the exception of the Kazekage of course. I handle payroll and that is a pain to do in it of itself. Today was payroll day and I can’t even leave my file room for if I do they will create a month’s worth of work. So I bring in my laptop and yell at them when they come in and try to be lazy.
Today was payroll day so I was sitting on the table in the center of the room when someone entered the room and I gave a quick glance. Not immediately recognizing the red haired blur I assumed was just a new ninja who moved here so I quickly bark out the file room system followed by “and if you don’t understand that just ask for help instead being a stupid meat head.”
The man chuckled, “People have been telling me that there’s a file room gremlin and I think I found the one they were referring to.”
“If they don’t want to deal with the gremlin then perhaps they should stop being complete idiot’s who can’t follow a simple filing system when left alone. It’s payroll day and I don’t have time to go through their blatant disregard for the system to fix it like I do every other day.” I state without looking up.
“They have all been told how to file there own reports like you did with me?”
“Normally I show them how to do it, not that they listen. You are the only newbie to show up on payroll day. Now do you need help or …” I looked up and realized who I was talking to. But I held my poker face refusing to balk.
He smirked, “Well I assure you that I will not show you such disrespect. Your system seems clear and efficient, why hasn’t it been followed?”
I snort as if finding humor in the question, “I’m not a ninja and yes they have told me as much. The kids are better about following my system and rarely on purpose mess it up. It’s the adult’s who seem to lack brains. If I didn’t know better, I would think that there was a brain sucker on the loose.”
The kazekage seemed amused, “It would seem like it. I will take care of this, if it continues, you come let me know. I’m Gaara by the way.”
“I’m (y/n). Nice to meet you, Lord Kazekage.” I leaned forward giving him a small bow as I was on a table sitting crisscrossed apple sauce and couldn’t give more.
“It’s nice to meet you too (y/n). I don’t like how the ninjas here have been treating you and I hope you know that I would never support such poor behavior. If this continues please come see me. I mean it. If this is what gets me my reports that I need when I need them then it better be followed. Not that they shouldn’t respect you either way. You are here in this job for reason after all.” Gaara stammered.
I cocked my head to the side with a smile, “Well aren’t you cute when you’re flustered.”
He turned beat red, “Um what? I mean I just want to make sure you know that you are valued here and treated correctly… um I need to get back to the office.”
I shrugged it off and continued with my work scolding the Ninjas who came in and tried to make and leave messes.
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I finished my day and I went back to my quarters in the Kazekage’s compound. It has a sitting room, a kitchen, a bedroom and a full bathroom. It’s quite spacious. One of the reasons I put up with the bs I go through is for this space. It has good benefits for a job Ninjas constantly treat you like shit for. Most staff in the compound aren’t Ninjas though they don’t seem to have as much of an issue with the ninjas as I do. Only the gaurds are trained Ninjas. Though the difference between me and the other staff is that I have some authority and they don’t like that.
I changed into comfortable pajamas and plopped down on my couch when there was a knock on my door. I shuffled to the door and opened it up. Outside stood Kazekage Gaara. I bowed deeply, “Lord Kazekage! I… I wasn’t expecting anyone. What brings you here? Is something wrong?”
He seemed to have a pink dusting over his cheeks. It was cute… wait did I just call the Kazekage cute? At least I said it in my head this time and not out loud. He took a moment before speaking, “Nothings wrong, just wanted to stop and apologize again for the way that you have been treated here. It was unacceptable and I want you to know that I won’t tolerate such juvenile behavior. You are an essential member of my staff and not a single one of my staff should ever be treated as less than no matter their status. So please notify my secretary if this ever happens again to you or anyone else on staff.”
I looked at him trying to read him because other than the light blush he was like a complete wall and unreadable. I nodded slowly trying to figure out what was happening. “Um… I know… this isn’t on you and it’s alright… it’s not like I’m going to die over it.”
He gave me a look for just a moment breaking the stoic one he was holding. “A file room that isn’t maintained here, very well could lead to some serious issues. But that isn’t why you deserve to be treated with respect. You are a member of my staff and that alone entitles you to be treated with respect and dignity. Again I apologize for your treatment here… good night.”
“Good night Lord Kazekage.” I bowed deeply again before closing the door when he turned to leave.
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I did have an easier time now that the Kazekage got involved, though I still don’t know why he did. After all he is a very busy man. He runs the whole village and does more than his share to keep it safe. Today I was putting in the compound orders, as in cleaning supplies, office supplies, and equipment for the guards. I was typing away on my computer in my quaint office when I got a knock. I keep my door open so I just looked up and for the third time this week found the Kazekage standing before me. I stood up and bowed, “Lord Kazekage, what brings you here? Surely little ol me doesn’t warrant a visit from such a busy and important person.”
He stepped in and took a seat in front of my desk and for a second I could see the young man he actually was behind the responsibilities placed on his shoulders. He gathered his thoughts before speaking, “Well…the first time I came to see you I had over heard two of my ninjas talking about you and was curious about what they were talking about… but then I met you and …”
He was rambling and honestly I wasn’t following until his brother, Kankuro, walked past the door saying, “Just ask her out for god’s sake! Don’t overthink it!”
I chuckled as Gaara turned beat red. “Oh? Is that why you stopped by my quarters? And now that’s why you are here? Do you want to ask or should I?”
He ran his hands through his hair, “Um…. (Y/n), I was hoping for um a date with you… maybe to dinner?”
I smiled, “I think dinner would be nice. Is there a particular time that suits you best?”
He took a breath, “Uh tomorrow at six?”
“Okay, sounds good how about you come to my quarters and I will make you dinner.” I flirted.
“You want to make me dinner?” He questioned rather shyly.
“I would love to cook for you. I might not be the best cook but I promise it’s edible.” I chuckled.
He smiled, “That would be nice. I haven’t had a home cooked meal in ages. Thank you for the talk and agreeing to the date… I will see you tomorrow?”
“I will see you tomorrow, Lord Kazekage.”
He paused at the door, “Please, call me Gaara. Have a good evening Miss.(y/n).”
“Alright, you have a good evening too Gaara-sama.”
…
I got off work a little early so I could stop at the store before heading back and starting dinner for myself and Gaara. I wasn’t a great cook but I think my chicken Fettuccine Alfredo is pretty decent so that’s what I was cooking and a bottle of red wine in the fridge.
I had just finished setting the the table when I got a knock on the door. I opened up the door and there he was standing straight and tall, with those soft sea foam eyes gazing at me. It was my turn to blush. “Lorrr I mean Gaara-Sama please come in. I just set the table.”
Gaara handed me a bouquet of flowers, “I brought you some flowers. I hope they are to your liking.”
I take the flowers and hold them to my nose, “They are beautiful, thank you.”
I lead him in quickly as I take care of the flowers and pulled out the bottle of wine. “Do you drink red wine?”
He nodded, “Yes thank you. This all smells amazing. Thank you.”
I chuckled as I finished pouring us wine, “Are you always this formal?”
He blushed, “l… I don’t know… I just don’t want to mess this up. I really like you and I can’t even explain it. But I don’t know how to do this I have never been on a date before.”
I nodded, “Well. Just do your best to relax. If formal suits you best that’s fine. It’s just us.”
He smiled and we slowly found a rhythm as we talked and ate our dinner.
I went to clear our plates but Gaara quickly took them, “Please, you cooked. Let me do the cleaning. I will be done in just a moment.”
I plopped down on my couch and waited patiently for him to return. When he did, he sat next to me with impeccable posture. I tucked my feet under one of his thighs. He looked at me but didn’t say anything. “So uh want to watch a movie with me?”
He nodded, “That would be nice.”
“Are you comfortable? You know you can make yourself at home.” I could see the gears inside his head going but his face held solid. He stayed quiet so I moved to pick a movie on Netflix. I found a good rom-com and asked, “Is this okay? We can pick something else but keep in mind I don’t do scary movies.”
He nodded, “This is fine. Why don’t you do scary movies?”
I chuckled, “Because they’re scary and I won’t sleep for weeks.”
He smirked, “I suppose I can’t blame you. Though you live in one of the most secure buildings in Suna.”
“No one said fear was logical.” I countered playfully.
Finally he seemed to relax and lose the stiffness. He slumped into the couch and I moved to snuggle into his side. He glanced down at first looking unsure what he should do so I pulled back, “If snuggling makes you uncomfortable we don’t have to.”
He paused for a moment and thought for just a second, “No, I want to… I just never had someone want to be so close to me before. It’s different…. Honestly I didn’t think you were going to say yes when I asked you out… It was my brother who encouraged me to ask. I was certain that you would say no and if you did agree to it, it was because of my position.”
I nodded, “Oh… was that why you were so reserved all this time?” He nods, “Well I assure you if I didn’t want to go on a date with you I would not have invited you into my quarters. I would have chosen some place much more public so if I needed to I could walk away easily.”
He chuckled, “That’s smart. I didn’t think of that. But what if during this date something went wrong?”
I shrugged, “I was pretty sure it wouldn’t. Soooo cuddles?”
Gaara reached out his arm gesturing for me to come close. I smiled and dived down for some cuddles. Gaara’s arm encircled me pulling me close. He smelled like sandalwood, and his body though layered with the Kazekage robes, I could feel just how solid he was. His breath was steady and his heart beat strong and steady, it slowly lulled me to sleep.
I woke up tucked into my bed. I got up and got ready for the day. I walked into my kitchen to find a little note left for me.
Hope you slept well. You look cute when you’re asleep. I will be busy the next couple of weeks but hopefully I can see you again.
Gaara
I smiled at the sweet note and went about my day. I checked the file room like I do every day but unlike normal, there were very few errors to fix. So I went about checking supplies which with the size of this place takes some time. I do this for two reasons, one sometimes people forget to tell me we need something and two just to check with staff and see if they need help with anything. It also allows me to see what needs to get done around the building I guess. It’s a never ending cycle.
I sat on top of my desk sending out emails to the department heads, (cleaning morning and night shift, maintenance morning and night shift, the part time file clerk, and gaurd though their email is just so they know what’s going on) The email was for new staff updates and training, what needs to be worked on or improved upon. And lastly what would help each group keep morale up. When I got a little surprise from a certain red head.
“Do you always sit on tables?” He asked light heartedly.
I smiled, “I don’t sit on dining tables or side tables.”
He chuckled as he walked into my small office, “Oh well that’s good to know.”
“I thought that you were going to be busy today.”
“I might be playing hooky for a meeting I’m supposed to be in.”
Leaned forward to wrap my arms around his neck. I leaned my head close enough to feel his breath on my lips. “Well then maybe I should reward you with a kiss hmm?” Upon hearing the hitch in his breath I closed the gap, kissing him deeply. He groaned and pulled back quickly after.
“I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me.” He stammered.
I chuckled and set my computer aside. “Well I do. And while I don’t mind, we’re in my office. What will people say?”
He blushed, “What?”
“Just giving you a hard time. But I’m sure after a few more dates I wouldn’t mind.”
He swallowed, “while I appreciate the offer… I have to decline… I don’t think I am ready for that step yet.”
I played with the hair at the nape of his neck, “If you aren’t ready and I am moving too fast, you never have to apologize for speaking up on what you feel and need.”
…
We quietly dated and often I was a little bit more ready for each step but I understood that he had reservations. After all he had been through quite a bit. Today we munched on the snacks I had in my cupboard on my couch, he brought his work with him and for the most part the only sound was the tv. I had my feet tucked under his thighs to have some sort of contact. I watched my favorite tv series. I got used to coexisting with little interaction. I glanced over at him and his stack of papers, I heaved a sigh, “You hungry? I think I might start dinner.”
He looked up at me for the first time in what felt like forever, “Oh, um. Kind of actually but you know I can just have the kitchen do it.”
I shrugged, “I don’t have anything else to do right now so I might as well.”
He nodded, “Alright… (y/n)….”
I stopped and looked back at him, “Yes?”
“I…. I’m not good at this and I often talk to Kankuro about our dates and he has pointed out that you might be… being polite about this situation. And I think he’s right… Right? I know I can be a bit oblivious.”
“Gaara, I understand that you have a never ending stream of work… but I would be lying if I told you that it didn’t bother me that we don’t have conversations beyond the basic pleasantries. A little attention would be nice sometimes but I know it’s not easy for you. It’s not an easy balance. You know this has been our longest conversation all month.”
He nodded thoughtfully, “I see… I suppose I have been a little absent… I can start with being present at dinner.”
I smiled and shuffled over to give him a quick kiss, “That would be nice. Now how does a BLT sound?”
He gives me a peck back and smiles, “Sounds good.”
…
We started having one hour a week for just us time. This week was snuggling time. “You smell good today.” I hummed.
He chuckled and kissed my head, “Naruto gifted me this new cologne. I wasn’t sure about it but I’m glad you like it… sweetheart?”
“Hmmm….?”
He shifted me in his arms, “Um… why do you stay with me? I didn’t even realize I wasn’t giving you attention until you said something and Kankuro pointed out being in the same room isn’t actually being together. I guess what I mean is I haven’t put into our relationship the same that you do.”
“And what do you think I put into it?”
“You bring me out of my office, plan our sit ins, you make our meals, you tell me about your day and even though I usually give you the same response… I’m completely obtuse, and you are completely aware of me.”
I raised my eyebrows, “You sound pretty aware yourself. Gaara, I don’t have nearly as much responsibility as you do. Please don’t be so hard on yourself. Sure sometimes I might feel a little lonely but I know you care. I know you see me. We have a different kind of relationship is all. Sure I would love more contact and affection but it’s important we go at a pace we are both comfortable with. So if baby steps is where you are at then that’s is perfectly fine.”
He leans me back onto the couch with his eyes shining, “If you will still have me… I think I would like to go to the next step.”
“What step is that, baby?” I hummed as I ran my hands over his muscular arms that that encircled me.
“I… I think I am ready… for intercourse.”
I chuckled but shifted under him to allow him to settle between my legs, “Always so formal but if you want to… I don’t mind.” I reached down and wriggled out of my panties. I took his hand and guided it down to my folds. I leaned up and kissed him as I reached to palm him through his pants. He awkwardly started prodding at my entrance. So I pushed him back, “Here, let me show you how to help prep me.”
I reached down and delicately began to work myself as he watched intently. After a little bit of watching he swatted my hand away and began to play with me himself. His fingers were calloused but still ginger as they swept into me. I moaned as I tossed my head back. “Gaara…” I moaned as I quickly undressed the rest of the way. “Please…. Give it to me.” I tugged at his layered clothes.
He sat up and removed his clothes. He climbed back over me. “Um… may I?” He asked as he clumsily lined himself up with me. I nodded and he began to slowly enter me.
I let out a whimper as he was quite thick and lengthy as he stretched me out around him. He was slow with his pace. He pushed all the way in, before pulling almost all the way out again. His eyes were screwed shut tight as he pumped in and out. I bucked my own hips to meet his thrusts. The room might of had a tv going but all I could hear were the sounds of our moans mixing and the steady sound of our skin slapping together. He gained a confidence as he picked up the pace then suddenly stop, flip me over and slammed back into my weeping hole. He groaned and panted as his fingers would surely leave bruises on my hips.
He hit just the right spot sending me over the edge. My own climax pulled Gaara with me, spilling his seed inside of me. Both of us collapsed, I on the couch and he on top of me. He kissed at my shoulders as we both came down from our highs. After a good minute Gaara adjusted us so that I was laying on his chest. His fingers danced over the skin of my back. I hummed happily and what felt like the first time in forever, we just savored each other. He dropped a kiss on my head and hummed, “That was amazing my love.”
I peak up at him, “love?”
His cheeks are pink as he nodded, “yeah… I um… I think it’s safe to say that I love you… I love you so much. I don’t know if I have ever felt anything like this before… sweetheart?”
“Hmmm?”
“Will you marry me? I know being my wife won’t be the most glamorous or even as easy as a normal marriage but I can say that every night I will share a bed with you. That I will hold you every night, though I can’t promise you much more time awake together than l have now but…”
“Yes… on one condition.” He nodded and I continued. “If I get pregnant, you’ll carve time out for just them too. And more than just family dinner.”
He nodded seriously, “I understand. Children are quite a serious thing… and I did just… I accept your condition. I will train them if you are to become pregnant. They will know that they are loved. Though you should know that I am not great with kids.”
“As long as you love them.” I giggled and we shared a kiss. He smiled too.
“Shall I take you to bed?” He hummed and I agreed. That night we snuggled in my bed.
I woke to an empty bed. I got up to move about my day. I was restocking the file room when I got a visit from Gaara’s assistant. “The Kazekage has requested your presence in his office.”
I quickly made my way over to his office, “Gaara-sama? Is everything alright?”
Gaara looked up from his work at his desk with a smile, “sweetheart! Come in! I wanted to ask you your ring size. I want to get you a proper ring but I have no idea what size you are.”
“Oh! Um (your size). That’s sweet of you to think of me like that.” I hummed as I walked in to give him a kiss.
He wrapped a hand around my waist and pulled me close, “Kankuro said it’s traditional to give the woman you plan to marry a ring. I wouldn’t want you to think that I didn’t value you. I care quite deeply for you… which is why I asked Kankuro about the traditions in marriages. He said I should get you a ring…. But I’m not sure the type which he said I should talk to you about it.”
I moved to sit on his lap, “why don’t we go out to pick out matching rings together.”
“You sure? If we do that people may start talking about you in a different way.” He hummed rubbing my thighs.
“You are about to become my husband, I don’t think we can help that for much longer unless you are planning on keeping me your little secret.” I teased.
“I suppose you’re right but I can’t help worrying. I don’t want you to be put on the spot because of me. I don’t want you to be be treated any kind of way… you know what I mean.”
I kissed at his neck and hummed, “I don’t care what anyone else thinks of me. You and I are all that matters. I love you so much.”
“I love…mmm… you too…” he moaned as I worked his sweet spot. “Baby, please I need to get this work done. I promise I will get off work early so that we can go pick out a ring.”
I gave him one last kiss, “Alright, I will behave. See you tonight…. One more kiss?”
“Ok but just one.” He kissed me and I made my way out of the office back to work.
I worked efficiently and quickly until Gaara came and found me, “alright love let’s go find you a ring, I got the shop open for just us. You can pick whatever you want.”
“If I didn’t know better I would have thought that you were showing off.” I giggled taking his hand in mine.
The shop was dark but each sales rep had pulled out several displays out. The manager shuffled up quickly and bows deeply, “Lord Kazekage, it’s an honor. Please come in and take your time.”
Gaara placed a hand on my lower back, “My fiancé here will be picking it out as it is for her.”
The manager bowed to me this time, “Please allow me to help you pick out a ring as beautiful as you.” We follow him around until we come across a beautiful red ruby center surrounded by diamonds with twisted silver band that is also studded in diamonds.
“It matches your hair.” I hummed “but what do you think of it?”
Gaara peered over my shoulder, “Is that a good thing?”
“That it reminds me of you?” I hummed as I reached up and kissed him, “of course it is!”
The manager nodded, “I couldn’t agree more with the young madam.”
He smiled ever so lightly, “Is that the one?”
“Yes. It’s perfect, do you want to put it on me?” I squealed excitedly.
Gaara pinched his brows together in confusion, “why?”
The manager answered, “It’s tradition! It’s traditional for the man to put the engagement ring onto his betrotheds finger.”
Gaara nodded taking the ring form me and then slipped it onto my finger. Gaara kissed me, “Alright so how much do I owe?”
The manager had them step aside to settle the cost. He came back and led me back to my apartment in the compound. He took my hands before we stepped into my quarters, “I was thinking… maybe we should move you into my quarters…. It’s bigger and nicer and closer to my office. It’ll be easier for us to have time together.”
“I think that makes sense I will pick up some boxes tomorrow to get started on working on that.”
…
Gaara’s quarters were significantly larger and definitely nicer than my own. I took always got off work before Gaara and would be alone in the large place. Today I sat in the den with my poster board and little table and name tags trying to plan our wedding reception. The few friends and family we had was easy to sit but the difficult part was sitting the political people we had to invite. Knowing what nation doesn’t get along with another was absolutely ridiculous thing that I didn’t want to deal with but Gaara said it was what the elders insisted upon. Gaara says that’s just how things are for him as the Kazekage. Everything is a political move for him with the exception of myself. I eventually decided I wasted enough time on it and went to start dinner. His kitchen was immaculate before I moved in, now it’s always a bit messy which he never complains about. I finished prepping and putting the dish in the oven.
By the time I pulled out the dish Gaara walks in looking… like he’s been in the field. “Gaara? What happened?” I asked abandoning the dish on the counter and ran to him.
He didn’t say much but kind of brushed past me, “Why is it always a mess?”
“Bad day I see. I’m going to zoom past that attitude though. You going to tell me what is going on or what?”
“Nothing just the village had an attack I had to deal with and now this mess. You know for a office manager who is so organized you are such a hot mess” He glared.
“Excuse you, I have been planning our wedding alone and I make you dinner every night. I don’t know what you are complaining about but you have never complained about any of this before so do you want to try again or am I going to stay with a friend until you are ready to use your words?” I asked with my eyebrows raised.
He huffed, “Let’s just eat dinner and take a shower I’m exhausted.”
… we ate in silence and he cleared the table before grabbing my hand and pulling me into the lavish bathroom. “Gaara?” I questioned.
He looked at me with this exhausted look, “baby… please I just need something good today… please…”
I sighed, “Alright but I don’t like the attitude I got a minute ago. I started to strip and he followed suit.
“I know I know… I should be talking things out but I’m not used to it… are you ready?” He asked as he moved to take off his pants.
I simply move to turn on the very luxurious rain shower. I loved his shower he quickly joined me. “I absolutely love this shower, I could spend all day in it.” I hummed.
He slowly stepped in behind me, his fingers slide over my wet skin and pulled me back into him. He laid kisses over my shoulder and prodded my but with his hard cock. He hummed at the stimulation and he quickly reached down to rub circles on my pearl. I let my head lull back onto his shoulder. He eventually pushed me forward so that I would be against the wall with my hips back for him to easily line up with my entrance and glide in. Gaara bucked his hips with a singular focus. He moaned with one last thrust and when he stilled inside of me spilling his seed deep inside, I could feel him beginning to shake and sob.
I panicked and twirled around and pulled him into my arms, “Baby! What’s wrong?”
He peppered me in kisses, “My love, you have been so open and patient with me. I just snapped at you and you simply treat me like you do even though I just yelled at you for no real reason other than that I had a hard day at work. I don’t know what you think about me but I can’t imagine it’s good.”
I chuckled, “I’m sorry I don’t mean to laugh but you had a bad day and needed a release. I understand that and I don’t want you to be upset about it. I get it…” I brushed my fingers against his cheeks.
“I am so sorry and I am so glad that I have you.”
#kazekage gaara#gaara x y/n#gaara imagines#gaara smut#gaara of the sand#gaara x reader#gaara of the desert
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Dessert Time [Gaara]
an: next up for my follower event is @nightingaleflow and a rare chance to write for the lovely Gaara
prompt: "your face would look better between my thighs"
pairing: Gaara x female reader
warnings: suggestive theming, kissing, pussy eating, Gaara being sweet as fuck and good with his tongue
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The amber hues of the setting sun illuminated the sky, turning the slowly drifting clouds into a rainbow of pretty pinks and majestic purples.
A gentle breeze rippled across the desert, the air turning cool as the sun tucked itself into bed. Sand danced, lost to a rhythm that only a few were honoured enough to know.
You watched from the balcony, entranced by the mischievous display as if it were being put on, especially for you, and it was.
Gaara, your sweet beloved, orchestrated the piece that had so captivated your eyes. He delighted in how they widened at the high sweeps of sands that more resembled crashing waves and the smile that played on your lips at the smaller swirls that frolicked like playing children.
Arms, strong and caring wrapped around your front. Pulling your back into his awaiting chest where he could nuzzle his nose into your hair and smell your unique scent.
“Enjoying the show?” he asked on a soft sigh, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.
“Mm,” you offered quietly, “although, I’d prefer if I could see your handsome face.”
You let him spin you, happy for your lower back to press against the railing around the edge of the balcony. Content with the shy smile that greeted you, and the jewel-bright eyes that swept your face in loving reverence.
“Better?”
The kiss to the top of his nose was answer enough, lips feathering kisses over his cheeks until a cute blush peppered his skin and he caught you in a searing kiss that stole your breath.
A combination of wine from your earlier meal and lust coursed your veins, making you bold as you took his hand and led it to where you needed him most.
You swallowed the groan that fell from his lips as fingers connected against your pretty panties beneath your sleek dress, feeling how wet they were and how hot your flesh was beneath the barely there barrier.
“Do you need something, my sunshine?” he teased lightly, coming up for much-needed air to fill his burning lungs.
“Lord Kazekage, you are such a handsome man and I am indeed a lucky woman,” you quipped back, pleased with the hitch of breath and prod of something rigid, straining and familiar against your stomach, “but I have to think that your face would look better between my thighs.”
Gaara did look godly as hooded eyes gazed at you from his position buried in your needy pussy. Your hips rutted in rhythm to how his tongue played with your puffy folds, fingers tugging on his lush auburn locks until his eyes were fluttering shut from the sensation.
His nose nudged at your hood, catching you just right to make your spine arch as warmth spread throughout your torso.
You palmed your breasts through your fancy dress, moaning aloud at the combination of the expensive material rubbing against your perky nipples and the sweet lips that tugged with insistent motions on your aching clit.
“You taste like sunshine on my tongue,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
The low vibrations of his honeyed voice caught against the ticklish line that connected your thigh to your sweet centre. A firm hand splayed across your soft tummy, fingers kneading into your yielding flesh to keep you still atop the bed and halt your writhing body.
“Not yet, I haven’t finished my dessert.”
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#shikamaru imagines#shikamaru smut#shikamaru x y/n#shikamaru imagine#shikamaru fanfiction#shikamaru nara#shikamaru is a lazy king#gaara x reader#gaara#gaara fanfic#gaara x you#gaara x y/n#gaara of the sand#naruto fanfiction#naruto imagines#gaara imagine
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Finally after two months I’m working on the last part of my Gaara fanfic. And believe it or not it wasn’t because I attempted to cancel my life subscription or my house burning down. It was just good ol depression. Nothing more nothing less… oh and anxiety of course.
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Hi there Athletic African Elephant Anon! 😊
That’s so sweet thank you! I’m glad you liked it! Do you know what I read that made me mad? The Akatsuki captured Fū, and Fū’s village just didn’t give a damn, were happy to be rid of her. Well, this is my way of correcting that!
Hope you like it! ✨
Mended Chains - [Gaara x Fū]
@naruto-smut-monday - September Prompt: Worship
@kinky-things-happen - Tile 13: Chains
Warnings: Mentions of Past Kidnapping. Bondage. Graphic Sexual Scene.
Story Link: [Ao3🔗]
Ao3 ✨ | WIP Game Always Open ✒️| Ko-Fi ☕
#naruto smut monday 2022#Kinkythingshappenbingo#naruto smut#gaafuu#gaara#gaara of the desert#gaara of the sand#fuu#fuu (naruto)#Fū#Fū (naruto)#fanfic request#thanks for the ask!#love to the anons!#asks are open!#❤️❤️❤️
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Only 2 more hours until the Choose Your Own Adventure Smut is released!
If you're interested in a Gaara X Fem Reader experience of a lifetime, then check back on this blog at 5pm ET.
Oh, and um...I wrote this smut to promote #VOTEGAARA so please...if you could, spare him a vote here
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