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chapter five.

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Chapter summary: Your father arrives, the end of the month draws near, and you and Gaara hit some milestones . . .

Chapter warnings: 18+, smut (THATS RIGHT YOU GUYSS), lots of angst, physical sickness

Word count: 12k

A/N: full notes on ao3! Pls let me know if you find any errors tumblr hates me (and I hate tumblr <3333)

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You knew it was him, though his back was to you. For you had been walking behind him all your life.

An entourage of personal guards surrounded your father. Cyclone. The strongest band of ninja from the Oasis village. All of them carried shields fashioned like scorpion pedipalps. Face masks covered all but their eyes. In the center was your father. The elders listened with rapt attention as he raconteured some epic story containing a dragon with arms outstretched and a stentorian voice. Baki sat among them, his eye shifting between you and Father. Neither Kankuro nor Temari were present yet.

“Ahh,” said Ebizo. “And here is Lord Kazekage now.”

Your father turned to see who had come, his eyes widening underneath the disk of his village head hat; they were devoid of the madness you were accustomed to seeing in them.

“(Y/n) …” Father ignored Gaara to marvel at you. He strolled, arms wide, to you. “My angel.”

He roped arms around you; you suppressed a flinch. He parted to caress your face. “I’ve been blind without the light of your smile,” he said.

“Father …” Your voice was high with hope. “I’ve … I’ve missed you.”

“Not nearly as much as I have missed you, my star.” His voice hadn’t been this gentle in addressing you since you were a child, lulled to sleep by the bounce of his knee. “How I managed in the dark, I will never know.”

Gaara bowed to him. “I have hoped to meet you for a very long time, Lord Boutoku.”

“Oh, son-in-law.” Your father strode toward Gaara, arms ready to embrace him. “You are the splitting image of the fourth Kazekage himself.”

He enveloped Gaara as everyone watched, not sure of what to say.

“Come,” Father urged. “There’s much to discuss.”

Your father’s Cyclone parted down the middle to admit the three of you. You followed Gaara to the table, but your father remained on his feet.

“It is a shame Lady Ikanago is absent,” Ebizo said. “She would have relished this the very most.”

“There will be more than enough time for me to become acquainted with the Sand’s dignitaries, surely,” your father said.

“Lord Boutoku was just telling us about the customs of your village,” Baki told you.

“Yes,” your father said. “Now —“

The door burst open. Temari and Kankuro came through.

“Don’t start without us —!”

“Kankuro, get off my foot —!”

“Ahh,” your father said, “and this must be Lord Kazekage’s eldest sister.”

Their eyes widened before they hastened to compose themselves, hands going behind their backs.

“Uh — yes.” Temari bowed. “A pleasure.”

“It’s very nice to see you again, Lord Boutoku,” Kankuro said.

“The feeling is mutual,” your father said. “Come, come. Now that we’re all here, we can discuss the wedding at last. But first.” Your father clapped his hands, and a servant knelt at his side, offering something in his hands. Your father took it to give to you. “Your mother made me promise to pass this on to you when the time came, and I infringe upon her memory if I withhold it from you a moment longer.”

A small velvet box. You opened it: a ring.

Your mother’s ring.

“It’s beautiful,” Gaara said.

You gawked at the miraculous rock for a few seconds longer before slowly raising your head to your father. He had loved no one in the world more than her. Hideo a close second (and you last, probably). Warmth blanketed over your entire being as Father squeezed your hand.

“I am sure Lord Kazekage had his own plans for securing a ring. I hope he does not mind,” he said, eyes soft on you.

“Not at all,” Gaara interjected. “The Oasis is very loyal to its traditions; I suspected something like this may happen.”

And he gently took the ring box from your hand as the members of the council watched, entranced by the sight of Gaara taking the ring from the box and sliding it over your finger.

You raised your hand to the light; the ring shone like a star he’d pricked from the sky just for your finger. You observed the scene, as if it had been plucked from one of your daydreams. Gaara before you, your father blessing it all, Kankuro, Temari, and Baki smiling.

“I’m … so happy,” You said, choked with emotion. “Thank you, Father, I — Thank you …!”

“What a blessed union,” Ebizo said. “Hopefully, Lord Boutoku will be open to answering a few of our questions?”

“Of course,” Father boomed. “Of course!”

Your father spoke of the traditions of your village. Dual colors were decided on, a mixture of the Sand’s beige with your village’s blue, along with the special foods that have become specialties in the Oasis. By the end, there was a layout for the reception, who would be coming and then seated where.

It was surprisingly fun for you. Temari had taken it upon herself to bring a binder to keep the information safe and at hand. You were waiting for your father to pause in the event of possible objections, but it obviously wasn’t necessary; the council was besotted with your father, hanging on his every word as he circled the council’s oval table as though lecturing them.

“Now,” Father sighed dramatically with a pat of his thigh, “if the council would oblige me, the trip here was excessive, and I am not as young as I used to be …”

“Of course,” Ryusa said. “A period of rest is warranted now.”

A Sand guard appeared by Gaara’s side to whisper, “It’s time, Lord Kazekage.”

Gaara nodded as you frowned, confused. It hit you: Matsuri.

“Gaara,” You murmured. “I want to come. I know this will be hard for you.”

“And I would like you to be with us.” Gaara lowered his head. “But perhaps it’s better for you to stay and reconnect with your father.”

A few seconds and you said, “Okay.”

“And,” Gaara smiled, “perhaps excise a few details?”

You chuckled. “Will do.”

You gave Gaara’s arm a reassuring squeeze before he raised from his seat, Kankuro and Temari following him.

“I’ll send one of them to tell you how things went,” Gaara said.

You nodded and watched the three of them leave. By the time you turned your attention back to the council, it was disbanding. Your father came to you.

“I finally have you to myself, my dove,” he said. “Lord Kazekage has fixed me with my own quarters. Come along. We have much to talk about.”

You didn’t know what to expect as you entered your father’s private room. Similar to yours, save for the luxuries yours didn’t possess (which, you were sure, was Temari’s doing in an effort to impress him). A fireplace crackled in the quiet space, dousing amber light on the sitting room floor as the curtains were drawn. Two plush loveseats faced each other, separated by a rug and a coffee table. A large bed sectioned off in the corner.

Your father followed you in, Chuuyou on his tail.

“These knees.” Your father sank into a couch with a pained sigh. “Never get old, (Y/n). Promise me that.”

“I promise,” You said simply to obey.

“Chuuyou.” Father turned to him. “I applaud you for protecting my daughter, as you have. You have made both your village and head proud.”

“Thank you, my lord.” Chuuyou bowed his head, both out of respect and, though he could not hide it from you, to conceal his guilty expression.

He’s still thinking about the beach.

Seconds passed in silence. You sat across from Father, feeling as though it was what he was waiting for, and remained stock still. Another sigh from him. He appeared aged in a way he never had to you before.

“Despite all my orders,” he said after a century, “you still have not tried to poison him.”

Oh no. You balled your fists in your lap. You shrank into yourself, desperate to make yourself smaller.

“I’m sorry.” You hung your head. “I’m sorry I disobeyed, I … I just couldn’t.”

“… Thank the gods.”

You looked up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have been rash.” Father ran a hand over his face. “There is more benefit to you marrying the Kazekage than there could ever be in disposing of him.”

“But …” Hope, once again, sat tentatively inside of you, unsure of its place in this conversation. “What about Hideo?”

There it was — the insane look common in your father’s eye rushed into his irises, all for it to disappear as quickly as it had come. Father lowered his gaze, his entire being depressed and deflated, and for a moment you felt the full weight of your father’s losses like it was yours. And in a way, it was.

“I have lost a great deal, by living in the past,” your father said. “I refuse to lose anything else … It was a mistake to send you here under such nefarious pretenses.”

“Father …” You were so quick to tears lately and now was no different. You couldn’t believe it. Relief and sympathy raised within you. The vice, wrapped around your heart always, fell away.

“Just tell me one thing,” he said, looking up at you finally. “Do you think you may come to love him?”

You thought, now, of Gaara, and the unobstructed path that now led to him.

“Yes.”

Matsuri was relocated to the Sunagakure prison later that day. Multiple accounts of her espousing her jealousy and displeasure of Gaara’s imminent marriage to you had reached a variety of ears, and, with all the evidence against her and no more cards to play, her guilt was obvious.

In the midst of all of this, all you wanted to do was go to Gaara — to be there for him and because, freed from your bond of violence, you ached for him — but you fought against it. Surely what he needed now was time to breathe. Despite knowing so little of her, you knew Matsuri had been his student, and to watch her fall into treason due to personal feelings had to be traumatic.

You just wanted to be out of the way. You couldn’t shake the feeling this was partially your fault to begin with. You kept to your room, unsure of what to do with all this free time and lack of anxiety. You couldn’t believe you were free. You admired the little piece of sky sparkling on your finger. You only had the slightest recollections of your mother wearing it as she held you, tending to your tiny body and needs.

You held your ring finger with a tenderness mirroring hers, sat at your windowsill as evening sighed into night, the soft whistling of the wind brushing past a village at peace, when a knock ripped you from your reverie.

You straightened. “Come in.”

You expected a maid who’d come to tell you dinner was ready, but —

“Are you all right?”

You startled. Gaara shut the door behind him, never taking his eyes off you, and let himself into your room. He was without his Kage robes, dressed in his trench coat.

“Gaara,” You said, astonished. A pause.

“I’ve not seen you all day.”

“I thought it best to stay away,” You said. “Are you all right?”

His eyes rounded with clarity. “You’ve heard.”

“Maids like to gossip.”

He was quiet for a second. He looked away. “It is done.”

“I am so sorry.” You removed yourself from the window seat and crossed the room to him. You folded your arms, having it awkward to have them simply dangle there, and you weren’t sure if Gaara would like to be touched.

Gaara’s head hung still. He looked so aggrieved, tiredness lining his face.

“What happened?” You asked carefully.

“There was an abundance of evidence,” Gaara began. “The elders were especially hard on her. Matsuri cried a great deal.” His hands clenched at his sides. “She kept saying it wasn’t her and that she’d been framed, yet there was nothing she could do or say to defend herself.”

You sat on your bed. “Sit with me,” You said, patting the space beside you.

When he did, he continued: “I forgive her.” Gaara turned to you. “Please do not let this taint your view of who she is. She is still a very talented and gifted shinobi.”

“I won’t.” You shook your head. Despite the anger you felt for Matsuri at the last meeting with the council, it had long since passed, and all you felt was a hollowness for the man beside you, his aggrieved bewilderment your own.

Gaara gazed into his lap, invisible brows furrowed by sorrow. “I … am still perplexed as to how this could have happened … Matsuri … But I also know love is a powerful force that can make people act contrary to themselves.” His hand inched toward yours, resting on your lap. “I know because … though I felt sympathy for Matsuri, I feel as though my heart wasn’t with her.” He looked up at you. “It was with you.”

“Gaara …” You held his hand. You were beyond flattered, and, with the new conditions you were under, you felt you could really lean into the reserved but true affection Gaara was giving you. You, now, lived in the serene turquoise of his eyes as the faintest of smiles crossed his face.

“I wanted to return to you to be by your side. All I could think about was you today, and the ring … Our future.” He rose from the bed, your hand still in his. “Come. There is something I’d like to show you.”

“Of course,” You said, curiosity lilting your voice.

Gaara led you down hallways. You realized you had never been to this area of the palace before. It was a more secluded part of the palace, quieter; nothing but a simple vase potting an enormous plant by the new, mysterious doorway you were led through.

He led you to a door, and all clicked into place for you.

His room. Gaara’s room.

At that moment, you realized you had never actually been to Gaara’s room. You couldn’t even tell anyone where it was in the palace. Sweat pressed against your palms. Warm light filled the room, but it was bare save for a simple wooden desk, a lamp, a bed, a carpet — but what caught your attention was the collection of cacti on the desk.

Definitely Gaara’s room.

He let you in first and you heard him close the door behind him as you took it in with a small smile.

You turned to him. “What do you want me for?”

“I invited you here because I wished to see you in private,” Gaara said. “I want to be alone with you. I’ve …missed having you by my side since the tent. I’ve never had anyone so close to me for so long.” Color came to Gaara’s cheeks. “As a couple,” he began, approaching you, “we should be sharing a room — and a bed.”

You turned to it, conspicuously wide enough for the two of you. You stared. Nothing was keeping you from Gaara now.

“Then perhaps we should make it truly ours.”

Gaara searched your face, your meaning lost on him, as you approached.

This time, you kissed him.

You cupped the back of his head, where crimson hair ran between your fingers. When Gaara reciprocated, your legs weakened, but he kept you steady with all the strength with which you’d been familiarized.

You had not realized your feet were moving backwards until the slight jab at the back of your knees.

With a whimper, you fell backward. Gaara quickly caught you. You sat on the bed, scooting away from him, which he took as a beckon to follow. You sighed when your head pressed into the pillows. Gaara blanketed your body with his, his lips possessing yours a second time.

You moaned, opened your mouth for his tongue to come play with yours. You welcomed the pressure of his body on top of you, your hands once again losing themselves in his hair as he flicked and nibbled against your lips.

“Show me,” Gaara moaned against your jawline, his tone raw and commanding as your hands scaled his back. “Show me everything from the books. I want to know everything.”

“That could take a while,” You hummed, your lips parting as he nibbled at your flushed skin. But we have time. We have all the time in the world.

“Then you should start now.” Gaara nibbled on your neck. Your heels dug into his calves as his wet tongue swept over the vulnerable skin.

You fumbled, pulling yourself out from under Gaara to work your shirt over your head, grappling with the deja vu you felt as you tossed it aside. You couldn’t wait. You couldn’t. Gaara awkwardly fumbled with the buttons of his trench coat until you assisted.

So many layers. You shed your pants away, now down to your underwear. You had never let another see you this naked before, let alone nude, besides your maids, and there were no secrets amongst women. But somehow, you were not nervous as you unhooked your bra. Gaara’s motions had stilled to a stop. Flutters went straight to your cunt with the way his eyes scanned you, hungry, as it slowly unfolded before him.

Your panties hung around one bare ankle when Gaara brushed a hand over your leg. He hooked fingers under your panties to pull them away himself and onto the floor.

“I want to touch you.” His tone was impossibly husky, low. His hand traveled from your leg to your inner thigh.

You laid back down for him. You were completely bare for him now, you realized, as his eyes roved hungrily over your naked flesh. Gaara’s head settled over your chest, pressing kisses against the valley of your breast, one hand preoccupied with your nipple —

“Mm …!” You arched into him. Gaara’s teeth grazed against another nipple. His curious tongue swirled against the rising bud. You heard the buckles of his uniform unfastening as your head sunk in the pillows, and you knew he was in the midst of shedding the remainder of his gear as he busied with your breasts. His naked skin pressed against your thighs. Your cunt throbbed, maddening you to be touched.

Thankfully, Gaara’s curiosity worked in your favor; his lips traveled down your skin, brushing over a nipple before sliding past the bones of your ribcage. His hands hooked over the fat of your thighs, the soft brush of your pubic hair grazing his chin.

“I remember, in the books …” Gaara’s thumb gently spread one lip, your juices surely leaking over. “The man tastes the woman. I want to taste you, too.”

Your heart skipped; Gaara’s hot breath hit your lips. “He licks up the valley of her lips …” .

You gasped. You realized what he was doing; he was quoting Icha Icha.

His lips flicked experimentally at your folds. You flinched, a knee knocking his head.

He paused to examine you. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Gaara …” You gripped one of Gaara’s shoulders to compel him forward, excitement causing you to flutter. “It feels so good …”

Not needing to be told twice, he sank down, gave your folds a series of licks. You could feel him pause to taste your juices before starting again.

“Good …” he murmured. “So good … If I’d known …”

“Keep going …!”

You lost a hand in his hair. Gaara was eating you. It was unreal. His hot breath on your lips, his open palms spreading your thighs open, was something right out of your wildest dreams. He ate you gently, experimenting with this new territory that was you. You were more than happy to oblige, spreading your legs wider to become more accessible to him in a way you have never been with any man before him. You gripped the sheets at his sudden kisses, the unsuspected swipes of his tongue. His fingers gently spread and kneaded at your labia, exploring you and overstimulating you in the process.

Gaara came up, accidentally brushing a nose against your clit —

You cried out. You pressed him into your cunt. A quick learner, he tested the tip of his tongue against the nub, coaxing another series of moans from you. Your eyes doubled back as he latched on to your clit, the suction of his lips driving you wild.

You writhed underneath him. Your hands rubbed over his hands as he lapped up your juices.

“Oh — use — Gaara, you have to use your — your fingers, oh!”

Gaara paused momentarily, as though something had occurred to him.

“She welcomed his fingers like old friends into her heat …”

You felt his thumb brush against your folds. It pressed farther in until it breached the entrance of your hole.

“Gaara …!” You pulled at his hair.

He grunted but did nothing to stop you, teasing your entrance with his thumb as his tongue swirled around your clit. Your legs trembled, your back arching off the bed and into his willing mouth. Your juices seeped past the fat of your behind, only for Gaara to reach down to collect it with his tongue.

His breath quickened as he replaced his thumb with a finger, pressing it in —

“Ahh! Ha—aha!” A familiar tightness was tormenting your abdomen. Close, close. You tried to think through your haze; if you could just get him to … “Another, please, and — and curl them up, oh —“

“I will …!”

He obeyed with a soft growl, adding another finger into your slippery heat. Your strangled breath coincided with his fingers sinking in. So full, but not enough. You ached for more, bucking your hips in desperation. As instructed, he brought his fingers up in beckoning —

“Aah!”

Gaara’s tongue returned to your clit, curling his fingers again and again, your juices seeping, slipping past his digits. You rocked into his fingers, finding a rhythm with him.

He sucked and kissed your clit, fingers beckoning one final time —

You cried out, clutching at him with both hands. You clenched over his fingers, the walls around them becoming rougher and tighter as your climax came. You shuddered, biting your lip. Gaara was not stopping, inciting wave after wave through you until you plateaued. Pleasure crashed back down around you, forcing you limp against the bed.

“Gaara!” You warned, pushing him away. “Stop, stop! I — I can’t —!”

Immediately, he pulled his mouth and fingers away. You fell to your side, squeezing your legs. You panted, face hot, and in your haze wondered, in the future, if he would do this to you: edge you without realizing — or maybe on purpose? Finger and fuck your poor insides to make you a fumbling mess, as long as it was what you liked. If you told him, he would do it …

A second or so more and Gaara’s hand brushed against your elbow. “Was that all right?”

You turned over your shoulder to look at him, stars in your eyes. “Incredible.” You twisted to face him, kissing his lips, tasting and smelling yourself on him.

It wasn’t long before you were throbbing again, desperate for more contact. Your overactive imagination made it so. He embraced you in the kiss, his warm cock poking at you. You broke the kiss, panting as you brushed him aside to admire him.

You salivated at the sight of him. Your dream to have him twitching and dripping his seed down your mouth was not gone, but … but you couldn’t wait any longer.

Besides, there would be more time for that.

“I need you inside of me,” You said.

He seemed to understand. You laid back down for him to topple you. Visions of the future — you topping him, bouncing atop his cock, swallowing his seed from under his table— filled your mind. Many fantasies that had already been revisited during your alone times. There would be so much time now. You just needed him.

You helped him position himself. Your excited cunt clenched around nothing in anticipation. You bit your lip as his cockhead brushed against your entrance.

“You will tell me,” Gaara began, both an assumption and an order, “if anything hurts.”

You nodded hastily, clinging to his arms. “Of course.”

“Good,” he said, “because I may not be able to stop.”

His cock slid into you, filling you in ways you couldn’t have imagined. You clung to him, nails digging into his forearms as he filled you to capacity.

You nestled in the crook of his neck. “Gaara …”

Pain gave way to pleasure as Gaara succumbed to a thrust. Your head whirled with the novel sensations. The pain was alien but not immense. You stifled stammers out of fear they might encourage him to stop.

Under no circumstances could he stop.

Another thrust —

“Mmfm!” You threw your head back. Gaara’s lips crashed into yours as he moved against you, slapping his hips into yours.

You bit into his neck this time, nibbling at the hickeyed skin soon to bruise there. Gaara’s hand found your clit by accident — and upon seeing your pleased reaction, fixed his hand there and circled it.

He grunted with pleasure as your legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist. His pants puffed into your skin as he pounded you. “Ti — tight …!”

The pain at your core mingled with the pleasure in a way that was strangely pleasant. Your lips part to emit a confused moan-whimper. You wanted more, demanded more. So enamored with Gaara’s plundering of your cunt and his sounds increasing in volume, you didn’t feel him flinch away until his cock had left you.

Gaara pulled away, a hand glued to his cock with eyes squeezed shut. White spent spilled over your inner thigh with a frustrated cry from Gaara. You watched, mesmerized, as ropes of come spilled from his slit and onto your beaded skin.

“Gaara …” You murmured, cunt squeezing around nothing.

He opened his eyes to mere darkened slits, panting as he observed his work.

“I’m — I’m sorry …” He began to come to his senses, realizing what he’d done. “I didn’t know …”

“It’s okay.” You swept his spent from your thigh with scoops of your finger, disposing of it on the fabric. “They’re just sheets.”

Gaara glanced up at you. “Yes, but you …?”

“It’s okay.” You inched toward him. “I can’t get you back up, don’t worry …”

You caressed his cock, now turning flaccid. Gaara took a sharp intake of breath as your grip grew firm. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip before pressing a soft kiss to his head. You tested the waters, taking him into your mouth slowly to see how he would react. Another kiss and swipe of your tongue —

“Nnrgh …” Gaara fisted the sheets.

You resisted a smirk as you drew back, eyes flickering up at him. “Good?”

“Yes …” His breathing had grown labored, no doubt due to the gentle strokes you spoiled his overstimulated shaft with.

You leaned forward to run your tongue over the ridge of his head, outlining the span of it with your tongue. Gaara’s short, nearly inaudible gasps spurred you on to trap his head between your lips and suck.

“Ah, hah-ah —“

You took in more of him, feeling the veins trailing his cock grow more prominent with each new inch into your mouth. You grazed your fingertips over his balls as you dared another inch, hollowing your cheeks to serve his twitching cock.

“All right.” Gaara’s hand laid on your shoulder. “Enough — enough.”

You obeyed and released him with a pop. He was near fully erect now, his cock level with your face. You dug nails into your thigh. It had been so hard for you to resist tweaking your clit with him buried in your mouth.

“If you go on, I won’t last,” he explained.

You nodded and followed the gesture of his gaze back into bed. He returned to his rightful place above you.

“One day soon, I’ll be on top,” You rambled, cheeks red and hot, as Gaara repositioned himself above you. “I can’t imagine how good you’d feel.”

“That day will be today. I only want to get this right now,” Gaara said, and with the tiniest bit of fanfare, placed his head at the tight ring of your cunt and slid inside.

“Aah — AHAA!”

“You seemed to like this before,” Gaara said, voice raised with teasing tilt as he rolled two finger pads into your neglected clit, accompanying his play with deep, slow thrusts.

“Mm …!” You arched into him, your leg spasmed in his hold as he tapped at your clit, Gaara’s fingers dangerously close to where his cock and your opening met. “Gaara!”

“That’s it,” he said. “That’s what I want to hear.” His thrusts quickened inchmeal, but a simple step felt like a mile. “I won’t be a novice for long, (Y/n). I’ll learn everything.”

He slapped a hard thrust into you and stayed there, your hips to his.

“I’ll make you feel everything,” he said as your head fell back into the disarrayed pillows.

You clenched him hard without meaning to. He had to stop talking, otherwise … The encouragement of your cunt was enough to make Gaara rock into you, lustful grunts sounding above you. You closed your and looped arms around his; his clit play would not stop; three fingers tweaked and circled your clit now, your pleasure mounting.

“She finds herself at the peak of climax, and he would be the one to deliver it to her …!”

With a loud moan, you clenched around him tighter and relished the startled moan he gave. His frown rested against your forehead. He seemed to be battling both with the pleasure he felt and the struggle to understand you, how this was possible. Your clit fixed between his two fingers, driving you mad as he filled you again and again with his cock.

Tightness gripped you again, and you knew were you were close. Gaara’s hand abandoned your calf to knead at your breast, eyes closed as he lost himself in you.

“I — I’m …” he panted. “Again …!”

Gaara’s cock twitched inside of you. Close. How could he not be? You knew this wouldn’t last long, even with the help of your mouth. Your mind blared white, bright with the idea of Gaara coming so deep inside of you —

“Ahah …” Your vision gave you another pleasured throb you didn’t need. “Gaara …!”

Stupid, stupid. You couldn’t let him, you couldn’t —

But you wanted it. Wanted him. You gripped on to him tighter. “Do it,” You ordered. “Do it, I want you — want —“

Yet as he slammed into you one final time and the warmth of his come filled you, you could do nothing but hold him closer and take it. His fingers tormented you, the stimulation sending you over the edge as well.

Gaara pulled out, and you felt the slick of his seed seep from your hole onto the sheets. You moaned, clenching around his spent.

So good …

“Amazing …” he remarked, eyes on your drooling cunt.

You tried to wade through the pleasure thrumming through you to understand your mistake, but couldn’t. The after-sex buzz proved too profound. You could hardly register it as a mistake at all, what with how good you felt, pleasurable aches simmering underneath your flushed skin. You dragged Gaara close for another kiss.

Once released, Gaara said, “I’ve never experienced this level of closeness with anyone …” He wrapped arms around you. He lowered his gaze to your beaded clavicle while you played with the damp ends of his rustled hair. “It is strange, but wonderful, too.”

“Neither have I.” You grinned. He’s so grateful. You admired the light smile that came to Gaara’s face. “Was I good?”

Gaara glanced up. “Is it possible for someone not be to be good?”

You couldn’t discern your blush from the natural post-coitus flush you had. “It’s possible.” You wished you hadn’t said it; Gaara’s brows knit together, his eyes wandering with thoughts. Apparently, you’d given him a new worry. “But you were amazing,” You hastened to add.

His expressions softened. “Good. I’m glad.” He watched you pepper his hand and arms with kisses. “I want to be as good as the men in the books.”

“I think you’ve already achieved that, my love.”

Gaara nestled closer to you in the sheets. His hand flexed — open, close — as you left a kiss on his green veins. “Do we need to stop?” Gaara asked.

You met his eye, your mind drunk with him.

“No,” You said and pulled him forward — for the two of you to be pulled under.

You had very little appetite at breakfast, your mind still enamored with the previous events that had come to pass.

Gaara was, of course, not at breakfast; tending to sensitive Kazekage duties was of the utmost importance. So instead, you choose to eat with Kankuro and Temari.

Gaara had quite the … stamina. You were sure you had looked like murder for the rest of the night; bed hair and wild eyes as you walked Gaara through all the things you had only read about and heard from other noble ladies. Aches you fought to keep discreet restricted a lot of your movements.

The sounds of Gaara’s soft pants and whispers of praise were still in your ear long after they had faded into time. Warmth spread through your cheeks as you stared idly at the water remaining in your glass, looking but not seeing.

“So close, (Y/n) —“

“You feel amazing —“

“Don’t make me stop —“

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!”

Temari tore you from your reverie, the images of last night turning to watercolor in your mind.

“Watch the salt,” she said, pointing to your plate.

You looked down to see your hand pouring a hill of salt on your fish. You sighed, put it away and shoveled the hill from your plate.

“I’m going to give a speech at the wedding,” Kankuro said, mind made up.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Temari sipped her tea. “Just as long as you tell me what you’re going to say.”

“What?” Kankuro crossed his arms indignantly. “You don’t trust me?”

“Oh, I wonder why, Mr. psychoactive cactus man?”

Kankuro sighed in defeat as you giggled. “All right, fine,” he replied.

“Do you have anything written?” You asked, desperate for something to cling to so you might live in the present.

Kankuro shrugged. “Not yet. I’m not as good with words as Gaara.”

“Nonsense!” You playfully slapped him on the shoulder. “I’m sure whatever you say will be lovely. You’ve got to let me read.”

Kankuro held up his pinkie. “Promise.”

“I hope Lord Boutoku’s quarters are to his satisfaction,” Temari said as you wrapped your pinkie around Kankuro’s. “We wanted only the best to make him comfortable.”

So it was her. You smiled. “He’s doing well. Thank you, Temari.”

“No problem!”

Better than well, actually; your father had returned to a softer version of himself, ordering servants to and fro and requesting to be served all of his meals in bed. You resisted an eye-roll, thinking about the prima donna that he was. As long as he was happy, you supposed.

“All right, I’m outta here.” Temari set aside a napkin and rose from her seat. “Long day today.”

“With what, exactly?”

“Lady Ikanago has requested details about Lord Boutoku’s arrival, and I said I’d go fill her in,” Temari explained.

“Gonna grab her some painkillers for that hip, too?”

Temari threw a bun at Kankuro’s head, which he aptly caught and bit into.

“Or maybe some purple pandemonium.” Temari snickered as Kankuro blanched. She left her chair. “So long, you two.”

You waved goodbye to her and returned to your breakfast, humming quietly before taking a sip of your water —

“So,” Kankuro began. “You and my little brother sure had fun last night, didn’t you —?”

— You spit out your water.

“Wha — what?” You dabbed yourself frantically with a napkin.

Kankuro’s laughter shook his shoulders, the bun becoming clearly too heavy to hold under the weight of the mirth.

“How do you —“ Your mind went to wild places. “He didn’t tell you —?”

“Are you kidding?” Kankuro said. “Of course not. He’d never; he’s ever bit the gentleman he seems.”

“Then …” You looked around helplessly. “Then how …?”

Kankuro tapped a finger on his temple. “A brother knows these things; I got a good look at him earlier this morning.” He took another bite out of his now crescent moon of a bun and added with a mouth full, “plus, the two of you are such virgins — all dazed and bashful. If this is you trying to hide it, then the whole village will know.”

“Oh, gods.” You hid in your soup. You had passed out long before Gaara and had woken up in his bed without him in it, accompanied only by a simple note telling you Kazekage duties had pulled him away and to go back to sleep full of good dreams.

Kankuro chuckled. “Don’t sweat it. Nobody heard anything.”

“That’s not helping me to not sweat.”

“It’s okay!” Kankuro couldn’t stop grinning. “Really! I’m glad of it.” He shook his head, his smile not having died. “I was worried it’d never happen for him, my poor little brother.”

You groaned, elbow supporting your weight as you ran a hand over your face. “Does Temari know?”

“You’re still alive,” Kankuro said, “so no.”

That earned a little dry laugh from you, a spark of mirth, and it was gone. You looked up through a crack in your fingers. “He looked happy this morning when you saw him, right?”

Kankuro’s expression sobered a bit as he looked into your worried face. “Of course.”

You sighed, relieved.

Kankuro scooped another egg onto his plate. “You gonna go see if he’s still happy?”

“He’s busy.” Both your arms folded on the table. You looked out the window at the faraway blue sky. “I don’t want to bother him.”

In truth, you had no idea what you were supposed to do after sex. Icha Icha was coming up dry on that front; the couples usually lazed in bed or fell asleep together and the time skips gave you no idea what was meant to happen the day after.

“You’re too timid, sis.” Kankuro reached over and pinched your cheek as you grumbled. “Don’t worry about that; we bug him all day with little things. He always says he doesn’t mind. Breaks up the monotony of the day.”

You smiled to yourself. “I don’t know …”

“Both of you think too much,” Kankuro said. “Do you even think last night would have happened if my brother was so sensitive to everything you did? Stop worrying.”

You chuckled. “Okay, okay. I’ll go myself.”

“That a girl.”

You straightened your back as you neared Gaara’s office. Despite your nerves, you did want to see him again.

“Do I look all right, Chuuyou?” You asked.

He blinked, as though surprised you would expect a reasonable answer about fashion from a shinobi. “The skirt complements your legs very well, my lady.”

You nodded, assured. You had opted for your precious fishnets again, with wedged sandals and a skirt to soften their effect. Would everything be different post-coitus? For better or worse? You let yourself into his office.

“Gaara?” You sweetened your voice as the door creaked open.

Two other Sand ninjas flanked Gaara’s desk. Their heads raised when you entered. You met Gaara’s eye immediately, who stiffened upon seeing you.

“Hello, gentlemen,” You said. “I would like a minute alone with my fiancée.”

The ninja exchanged glances. You watched in mild amusement as they obeyed without a word from Gaara and exited.

“They are instructed to listen to you now as well,” Gaara said as the door closed, reading the question on your face. “I thought it appropriate, as you will be a part of my family from now on.”

Butterflies fluttered in your chest as you strode to his desk. You will be a part of my family. You admired your cactus gift now present atop it, now the parent of two tiny succulents flanking either sides of it.

“I apologize for leaving so abruptly,” Gaara said. “My responsibilities as Kazekage …”

“No!” You dismissed him with a nervous laugh. “Don’t apologize, it was nothing.”

“I never would have left you for anything less imperative,” Gaara said while shuffling papers.

Gaara’s fingers grazed yours as they ghosted the wood of the desk. And, upon instinct, you crossed the desk to him. He stared ahead. Rose-colored the pale in his face as he set aside a folder.

“Last night was … all right?”

“That’s a bit of an understatement.” You looped a finger around one of his. “Funny. I was going to ask you the same.”

“Nonsense.” Gaara’s grip grew firmer on your hand. “You were — are — everything a man could ask for.”

You lowered your gaze sheepishly, not knowing what to say to that.

Gaara gave an affirmative nod. “Good. At any rate, there is still much I wish for you to teach me.” He opened a drawer. You gawked at his collection of Icha Icha novels.

“You keep these in here?”

“They don’t interfere with work, I assure you.”

“I could’ve sworn I taught you enough last night!”

“Perhaps for one night,” Gaara said, “but not indefinitely.”

You giggled as he rose to admire you. A gentle smile narrowed his eyes. Gaara’s thumb brushed the side of your face. He left a kiss on your forehead.

Gaara …

“I intend to spend more time with you once my work is done,” Gaara said as he parted from you.

“I understand,” You said and, feigning tiredness, you added, “and in the meantime, I guess I’ll look to see what my father is up to.”

Gaara nodded wordlessly. You pet his hand, not quite through with the feel of his touch, before waving goodbye to him before leaving the office.

You might as well have been walking on pure air; there was nothing tethering you to the earth. Nothing at all.

The end of the month began to draw near. You, your father, and Gaara were in talks about how the two villages would intersect from now on. Father was willing to split his Cyclone down the middle and gift you some of the members, but you weren’t too sure. There were certain classified documents he promised you could now read and, if you deemed it wise, share with Gaara. Those you were more interested in; if you could assist in the coming together of your two villages in any way, that was how you wanted to occupy your time. The diplomacy enthralled you.

But it wasn’t because you didn’t appreciate the effort; Father hadn’t been this warm toward you since the days before your mother had died. It made you feel precious to see him grow incensed about the attack at the beach. You had to suppress laughter when he promised he would send his best to hang your attacker at a town square, slice him into pieces (whatever suited his mood that day) until you steered him on to a different subject. You often had your breakfasts with��him now, where he either asked you about your days with Gaara’s family or reminisced about the good old days of being a shinobi (whenever those were, but you knew better than to interject).

And, of course, there was the ever-elusive oasis.

You asked Father if he had told Gaara anything about your village’s greatest secret, but his answers were always vague. Supposedly, he was saving the juiciest information for last.

“He’s told me nothing,” Gaara said during one breakfast Father hadn’t roped you into, “and I think it’s because I haven’t asked. I don’t wish to seem too eager.”

“Well, they can have it,” Temari had said, twirling her fork. “I’m not really that curious about some puddle of water in the middle of the desert — no offense,” she added to you with an apologetic flash of a smile. “I just care about how much of a precedent this will set for other villages we’ve rivaled with.”

“Temari’s right,” Baki said before turning to Gaara. “Excellent deduction skills, Lord Kazekage; we wouldn’t want to make Lord Boutoku uncomfortable with our inquiries. The council is doing more than enough of that on their own.”

Kankuro, you noticed, had been strangely silent on the matter.

You and Gaara were sharing a room now, which you were sure was some kind of symbolic metaphor. You had few possessions to move in besides things that were left in your closet; the clothes you had brought with you to Sunagakure, the clothes you’d bought with Temari, simple knick knacks. Gaara was more than liberal with his personal space and seemed to welcome the intrusion.

You woke one morning — ready to retch. You tore the sheets off of you and sprinted to the bathroom. You ducked your head in the toilet and vomited until you dry-heaved.

You collapsed to the side with a groan. You wiped your mouth and flushed it away.

“Are you all right, my lady?” one of the servants asked, her voice muffled through the closed door.

“I’m — I’m fine!” You rubbed your chest, stiff and aching from the retching.

What was this all about? You hadn’t eaten anything out of the ordinary? In fact, you’d barely eaten anything at all the past few days. Nothing beyond what was necessary to sustain you. Your mind had been on things far more urgent than food. How could you —

A sharp, cold chill ran over you.

No … it can’t be.

… It could.

Leaving out your first night with Gaara, the others had been … extensive. And sorely lacking in protection.

Oh. Oh —

“Damn you, Jiraiya-sensei!” You hissed as you scampered to your feet.

This wasn’t supposed to happen! His characters never used protection! What a fantasy!

But you should’ve known better, after all the stories noble women had shared with you about their accidental pregnancies. Some had even fallen pregnant on their cycle. All of these cautionary tales had impelled the younger ones to be more careful. You had not been careful.

You were pregnant.

Your head spun as you faced yourself in the mirror, ready to … you didn’t know. Laugh maniacally? Cry? Be … happy?

Happy?

You brushed a hand over your belly. Could it be possible you were growing life there at that very moment? Your child? Gaara’s child? You would be a mother? All of these casualties formed chaotic webs inside your mind, one string falling after the last. Your overactive brain flashed images of you and Gaara and children that looked like both of you. A family. A proper family …

Worry was replaced with rising elation, like a morning sun coming to bring clarity. What if you were pregnant? Wouldn’t it be a good thing? And the wedding … no one would ever know you had gotten pregnant before; in no way would you start showing before the time came.

Who would you tell? Who could you tell? Temari? Would she be upset with you?

You wished, more than anything, to have your mother.

She would know what to do. You felt a strange kinship with her suddenly; was this what it was like for her when she had discovered her pregnancy? Your mind went a mile a minute. You knew who you could tell.

Finally, you stepped out of the bathroom to see serving ladies and Chuuyou looking concerned.

“I’m fine, really!” You assured. Your mind was made up. “Chuuyou.”

“Yes, my lady?” his soothing voice hit your ear.

“I need to see my father.”

“Ahh, and if it isn’t my favorite daughter.”

Chuuyou stepped aside so you could enter your father’s room. The windows were drawn to let in the morning sun. Tendrils of steam curled into the air from his teacup. All of this was contradicted by him fanning himself on one of the couches.

“Hello, Father,” You greeted.

“Come, come.” He centered the tray on the table.”And to what do I owe this early meeting? I wasn’t expecting to see you for a few hours more.”

“Well, uh.” You watched your father’s hands dance around the tea. He poured you a cup and offered it to you. You accepted it with a tight smile. “I have something to tell you.”

Father sipped his tea. “I’m all ears.”

“Well …” You lowered your gaze to your mug, the steam heating your chin. “I woke up feeling sick this morning —“

“Oh, don’t tell me.” Father snapped his fan closed with a chuckle. “You inherited your weak stomach from your mother. Shame, shame. The woman was my entire world, but the poor thing could be so —“

“I think I may be pregnant.”

…

Breeze whipped the curtain hems with a howl. Chuuyou seemed to take in a sharp breath in the corner, unseen by you; You only had eyes for Father. He’d become a statue, facing you without seeing.

“Pregnant?” Father’s voice was hushed, low. “You’re sure?”

“We — well, I’m not entirely sure.” You twiddled your fingers. “I haven’t done any tests, but it’s a possibility …” You cleared your throat, lowering your gaze. “Highly possible. I was sick this morning, and I’ve never felt anything like that before. We can visit the infirmary together to be sure —“

“You stupid girl.”

You glanced up — hot tea seared your face.

You screamed, hands flying to your face as you doubled over to the sound of china shattering.

“Chuuyou!” Father roared, “close the curtains!”

You collapsed on the floor, still holding your face. Every part of your face burned, hot and horrible. You wailed. Curtains rustled. A hand seized the hem of your shirt to hoist you to your feet.

“Get up — GET UP — look at me!” Father snarled, shaking you.

You obeyed with a frightened whimper. Your blurred vision of Father struggled to focus in the darkness. “Father — father, please —!”

“What did I ever do for the gods to curse me with you?” he yanked you closer. “I’ve been as patient as possible, but this? I am so sick of your whorish ways!”

“Father, fath —!”

“Chuuyou told me everything about your filthy little tryst with the Kazekage in his greenhouse,” Father hissed, hot breath close to your face. “Why do you think I’m here —!?”

He tossed you. You were a fool to think the couch would meet you; your back collided with the hard ground. You stumbled, fumbling away on the wet floor on wobbling hands and feet as Father advanced.

“Did you think I would be overjoyed to see you married off to our greatest enemy? Stupid girl!” He picked up another tea cup and threw it at your head. You dodged with a shriek and it split apart at the wall.

You gasped, clutching at the wall. Something came to light in your head, wedged by the horror. The greenhouse … You glanced at Chuuyou. At the same moment, he met your eye.

You had been alone with Gaara in the greenhouse. But you were never alone, not really. And Baki had been assured by his own informants the two of you hadn’t been seen. But you had been seen. But not by Matsuri. By someone who was always watching, for you had your guardian, your supposed protector.

Your shadow.

“It was you …” You whispered. “You spread the word about the greenhouse …”

Chuuyou lowered his gaze. “Yes …”

“You told him!” You pointed to Father, a set of dominoes toppling in your mind. “You set up Matsuri!”

He closed his eyes.

“Yes,” he muttered. “Once I realized you were truly falling in love with the Kazekage, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I left your side at times I knew you wouldn’t notice or care, and assured there were two Matsuris when there should have been one. I had a clone of her visit a gossip columnist in the village. I knew it would cause a scandal.” He bowed his head. “And it did.”

You shook your head, the level of scheming overwhelming to wrap your head around. “How could you?”

And one of Gaara’s closest? His precious student, of all people? But, with a sickening feeling in your stomach unrelated to the fetus growing there, you began to understand: It would appear as though Gaara was a leader, a Kage, who did not have his house in order, who could not control those closest to him. An unstable house was one easy to topple. How he must have felt in the desert, when morning had come and Gaara was still alive.

“The Sand must be defeated, My Lady —“

“Do not call me that!” You shrieked. “You have no right to call me that!”

“This village is duplicitous, it is evil!” Chuuyou went on. “All the years of humiliation, of oppression ― it cannot be undone by something so cynical as a political marriage! They must pay for the pain they have caused us.”

“You helped to sully Gaara’s reputation to spread doubt in the council.” You felt you might retch again. “To strengthen the factions already against him.”

“His reputation has already been sullied. He is a monster — he was born on —“

“And my reputation, Chuuyou?” You murmured, your heart breaking even more than you thought it could, thought it capable. “What about mine?”

Chuuyou opened his eyes only to cast his gaze to the floor, shame keeping him from lifting his chin.

“You were supposed to protect me …” Rage and sorrow toiled inside you. And he failed both times.

You felt dirty and depraved, deprived. Chuuyou, the one person you felt you could always trust even if his shadowing had been bothersome at times. But then … What kind of fool were you? Chuuyou had been chosen by your father, after all. Anyone imposed by him should have raised your alarm, should have cast doubt within you.

“The opinion of those living in the Sand will cease to matter once I have instilled myself as their ruler,” Father said. You had not forgotten he was there. You could never forget. “I was really hoping you would surprise me,” Father’s voice was low as he glowered over you. “Everything I have taught you … I was hoping you had some sound reason for delaying your task. But instead you come to me, suspicious of carrying his child. You are so pathetically predictable.”

“So it was all lies,” You said. “All of it, from the moment you came.”

“My time here has been miserable,” Father hissed. “Having to watch you play house with that thing” — he threw his hand — “and his family. I am here for one reason and one only, and that is to take matters into my own hands.”

Your eyes widened at him. It was all beginning to make sense now. The letter — it had come after the greenhouse. Your father and his Cyclone. You had thought him simply paranoid, wanting his own protection.

That was not why.

You thought of the other Oasis ninja littered all over the palace — the entire village. Perfectly poised to act. All they needed was to be given word …

“So you’ve just been —“ You struggled to get words out. “Biding your time?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Father said. “It seems, despite my intentions, I have friends in this village.” His smile was cold. “Members of the council would like to see the Kazekage’s removal.”

A cold chill. Joseki. And only the gods knew who else. No. No …!

You weren’t quick enough — Father grabbed you again.

“I would hate to kill kin,” he said. “I am giving you not a mission, but a choice. Either you kill your beloved, or you can join your mother and brother in the afterlife.”

You stared at him. Tears ran down your face. “You wouldn’t,” You whispered hopelessly. “You wouldn’t.”

The madness had returned to your father’s eyes. Dread sank you; the madness had never left him.

“It would be a shame if I had to kill my unborn grandchild as well, a blight on our family that it is.”

He dropped you and you fell sloppily to the floor. You cradled your head as it throbbed. You cracked your eyes open, sobbing in the corner as Father left the room, and Chuuyou, his sorrowful gaze lingering on you, followed him.

You hated no one more than yourself.

You had no idea how long you laid on the floor, shattered dreams and china surrounding you. Darkness and quiet swallowed up the room. Spilled tea long cold wet the bottom of your sandals. Time blurred miserably, thick and colorless, and you inferred that it must’ve been hours. You had managed to pick yourself off the floor and skulk to the room that had once been yours. Chuuyou’s loss weighed your step where he would’ve trailed them. Locking the door behind you, you waited to collapse on the bed to collapse in every other way.

You screamed into a pillow, your tears wetting the fabric. You clenched fists into its plush, and you were sure you could rip it apart, powered by nothing but anguish.

Emotions had blinded you. You were so desperate to believe your father had changed his mind you had missed the truth: he only wanted to succeed where you had failed.

He was playing along. All this time … All the while working out sinister background details with Joseki and — horror rained down on you — others to take down Gaara. Had all those times at his bedside been a lie? You couldn’t quite believe it; Father’s joy had seemed so genuine, his laughter — when was the last time you’d heard him laugh? He’d been a different person, an echo of something long lost. The memories of all those mornings evoked a different ache in you, impelling you to touch a hand on your chest. I lost the father I never had. That’s why I feel the way I do.

Chuuyou (your shadow, what a joke) had, at some point, slipped away to frame Matsuri. What was her role in this? Beside your angst lay curiosity; a part of you wanted to go to her cell and ask her yourself.

But you couldn’t. There was no time. Angst. Curiosity. Alarm. You were possibly carrying Gaara’s child — and wouldn’t be for much longer, if you didn’t do something fast. You wiped your tears with the back of your arm, releasing a shuddering breath as you rose from bed.

There was only one card you had to play: you had to tell Gaara. Now.

You picked yourself up from your self-hate, composed yourself, and left the room for the one you shared with Gaara. He had to be there by now; it was late afternoon. The last time you had turned your head to the sky, it had been periwinkle. Your head had swelled with dreams. You hadn’t wanted to die.

You lugged yourself around, giving idle hellos to maids and servants who greeted you, working past hallways now familiar to you until you made it to the bedroom door and entered.

“Gaara …!” You were relieved.

Gaara sat at the bed’s edge, one leg swung over the other. Unharmed. He raised his head to smile at you. “(Y/n). Hello. I was just waiting for you.”

You brought him into a hug. “Thank the gods …” You whispered into his sleeve.

You felt his hand still at the small of your back. “(Y/n) … There have been some issues.”

You pulled back to stare inquisitively up at him. Carefully, you asked, “What do you mean? … What types of issues?”

Gaara cast his gaze low. “Would you be opposed to remaining only in the palace?”

“Gaara.” Your brows furrowed. “What’s going on?”

Gaara still averted your gaze. “I hate asking this of you — you’ve been so sequestered already — but … There are anti-Kazekage sentiments brewing across the village.”

“Anti-Kazekage …” You trailed. Did this have to do with the greenhouse? Or your father? Or both? “Gaara, oh no … I’m sorry …”

“Don’t be,” Gaara said. “It’s as I told you: not all have come to accept me. And as there has been a significant uptick in drama lately, it was to be expected. I highly doubt it will leak to the entire village. I’ll deal with it.” He glanced up at you at last. “But I fear for your safety, especially after what took place at the beach …” He stopped, invisible brows furrowed as he appraised you. “Is something the matter?”

“Yes.” There was no point sugarcoating. This was it. You couldn’t be a coward anymore. Do the right thing for once. For your husband. For the baby. “My —“

But your tongue refused to work; it lay limp in your mouth. Your lips parted, but only breath escaped. Sound, no words.

Gaara took your hand. “Take your time. That is what Temari would always tell me when I had trouble speaking as a child.” He paused. “As a young child.”

“I’m all right,” You said, creating some distance between the two of you. “I’m — okay, really! It’s just, my —“ Again, your tongue froze. Your lips closed against your will, refusing to help you impart speech. You tried to force words out — only to remain hopelessly tongue tied. You closed your eyes with a sinking realization.

Your heart ramped. Panic set in. Oh, no. Oh no oh no.

Father’s done something to me. I can’t say it! I can hardly think !

“Are you okay?”

“Gaara …” Fear shallowed your breath. It gripped you like a child hiding from the dark, and you wished you had a teddy to hug. I’m so scared. What should I do?

“(Y/n).” Gaara’s voice was firm now.

You closed your eyes, bringing Gaara close. “No.” You shook your head. “I — I just …” You fought tears. You couldn’t tell the truth, and now you truly couldn’t. I can’t tell him — I literally can’t tell him. “I just can’t stay inside anymore! I feel so claustrophobic, but — but I always seem to be causing trouble for you … That shouldn’t be the case for someone you love.”

“No.” Gaara caressed your cheek. “If anything, I cause trouble for you.” And with all the authority of a Kage, he said, “I will address this. I’m sorry, truly, but it will only be for a few more days. No longer.”

Like you cared about living or being anywhere besides the Sand palace. Like you wouldn’t want to burrow into it and stay forever. Wordlessly, you brought him into a hug. You wanted to burrow inside him, hide in your fiancée, the only place you felt safe. Even if he couldn’t save you.

“If anything, I cause trouble for you,” Gaara said. He stroked the nape of your neck, his voice as gentle as autumn rain. “Forgive me.”

You pinched at his sleeve, a cue for him to comfort you more, and, miraculously, Gaara obliged, running a hand over your arm.

“You … could never cause trouble for me.”

“Do you think (Y/n) has been acting strangely lately?” Gaara asked.

His siblings lounged around the sitting room, accompanied by Baki. Despite the demands of their respective duties, some days were slower than others. Gaara lived for these days where he could enjoy the company of his family and friends, and he enjoyed it now, even with his concern for you.

At his inquiry, Temari stopped fanning herself. “Hm?” “I haven’t noticed anything. Though … I haven’t seen much of Lord Boutoku lately. Oh.” She sighed and rested her chin on her palm. “I hope the council’s not crowding him too much. Did you hear Ryusa kept him out all day yesterday?”

“Serves him right,” Kankuro grumbled. “Geezers. All of them. He’s got some nerve, always retiring to his room because he’s tired — like he doesn’t have servants waiting on him hand and foot.”

“I’ve heard about people having …” Gaara fought the anxiety inside of him as he reached for the term, “cold feet …”

“Certainly not, Lord Kazekage,” Baki said. “You must understand: women are mysterious creatures. They need a great deal of time to themselves.”

“I second that,” Temari said. “It’s a surprise you’re not married, Baki.”

Baki gave her a flat look. “Oh, is it?”

“Gaara,” she said, ignoring Baki, “I’m sure she’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“Yeah, I’ll go check on her for you,” Kankuro said.

Gaara frowned. “But …”

Kankuro placed a hand on Gaara’s shoulder on his way out. “Big brother will take care of it. Don’t worry.”

Gaara appreciated the levity, and after a second or two nodded.

“Thank you, Kankuro.”

Kankuro made it to Gaara’s quarters. He could hear the trickle of shower water. The bed was perfectly made, along with the rest of the room. Not a hair out of place — beside your necklace on the bedside table.

Kankuro sighed. Worried about nothing, as always, Gaara. The necklace’s disk caught in the lamplight. Curiosity tugged at him. He approached the necklace. He remembered the pomp-and-circumstance that came along with Lord Boutoku bestowing it on you. The whole thing was cheesy, but … sweet. He knew how much you loved the thing, were never seen without it. Maybe the old man wasn’t so bad. Crazy, but not bad.

Kankuro grazed the necklace’s face — he misjudged it, though, and it clanked to the floor.

“Woops.” He knelt down to retrieve it, only to see its disk had cracked open.

His eyes widened. “Oh no,” he hissed. “No!”

Kankuro, what the fuck did you —?

Glistening black caught his eye. The necklace had broken apart at its center like a metaphorical heart, allowing something to … seep from it.

Something was inside the necklace.

He leaned forward to further inspect it.

Your hands ran absentmindedly over your body. The hot water did nothing to change the corpse-cold temperature of your skin. With numb fingers, you shut the water off, your hair dripping over the valve.

You felt othered from your own body, trapped in it with no choices, no resolution. The clock ticked imminently to doomsday in your mind. When would Father attack? Would he make you watch it as punishment?

I hope he kills me first. I do not want to see what he does next.

You palmed your stomach and imagined the fetus occupying your womb. The only thing anchoring you from life, and you had even failed this life before it was even born.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Only a few days ago, you were reeling at the prospect of marrying Gaara, only sooner you were imagining starting a family. What a risible delusion. What a farce.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

You left the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself. A new set of dry clothes lay folded for you, and after drying off, you dressed. Fresh clothes. Soft. Flowery-scented shampoo, soap. The warmth of the clothes failed to penetrate your skin, much like the shower water had. You felt carved, rounded out and empty, like a shell whose creature had long since slithered away.

You reached for your necklace — it was gone.

What? Your reverie cleared enough for you to ponder. Had you misplaced it? Remembering one moment from another had become a struggle. What had you done with it?

Unless it was taken?

Your eyes widened. Panic shattered the reverie completely. What if Father had taken it, or had someone do it?

You exited the room, head swinging either way. Where would you look? The only place that came to mind was the sitting room. You headed there, descended the stairs to the last floor —

“Has anyone seen my —?”

Gaara was there, waiting for you. And Temari and Kankuro. And Baki. And a dozen other sand ninja.

You froze on the stairs.

Kankuro, blank-faced, lifted his hand: your necklace chain roped around his fingers and hung there. “Looking for something?” He turned half of the necklace’s broken face and the poison dripped blood-black dots onto the floor.

Your body, flushed from running, ran corpse-cold again. “I …”

“(Y/n) …” Gaara said. “What is this?”

Your throat was too constricted to help form words. A thousand knives seemed to hold you in place.

“An incredibly powerful agent, I’d say,” Kankuro finished for him in a detached, clinical voice, though nothing could conceal the cold fury underneath. “Extracted from the Red Spine plant. Grows from her side of the desert. I’ve even read about it … You would’ve been dead in seconds, Gaara.”

You shook your head wildly. “No, Gaara, Kankuro — I can explain …!”

“So that’s why Boutoku’s here,” Temari said under her breath. You could see the whites of her knuckles from where you stood. Shadows shrouded her eyes before she fixed you with a murderous glare. “You planned to poison him.”

There was no air in your lungs. “No … no …. Wait, I — please —“

“This whole time …” Kankuro’s anger simmered under his breath, barely held back. “It’s all been a ruse. You were waiting for us to let our guards down —“

“No!”

“I knew something was off!” Temari roared, a hysterical edge to her voice now. “I knew something was wrong! This whole time — and when you woke up in the infirmary and flipped out about the necklace being gone! You thought we’d found out!”

Tears were streaming down your face now. You tried to move your mouth helplessly to reveal the truth, but no words were forthcoming. As Father designed, your tongue rolled and failed you.

It doesn’t matter. I knew. I agreed to all of this. All of it.

“There must be some explanation.” Gaara’s voice was measured, but even you could detect the hint of desperation in his tone. “A misunderstanding …?”

You kept moving your mouth, but you were sure you only appeared stammering and pathetic, grasping at straws to craft into lies. Your legs failed; you slumped to a step. You caught Baki’s eye, quietly pleading, but disappointment seemed to keep him silent.

“There isn’t, Gaara.” Kankuro took a step. You’d never seen him look so imposing; his face paint rendered him monstrous. “She’s been wearing that fucking thing since she got here, since I brought her to you —!”

Kankuro threw the necklace, emptied of its contents, into your face. You yelped, catching it with trembling hands. Temari’s

hands shook, aching, probably, for a weapon to strike you with.

“You snake!” Kankuro hissed. “After everything —!”

“Gaara …” You looked up — and your heart fell to pieces.

Gaara was a stone, but his eyes were lined with moisture. You had brought him to near tears.

You had done this.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Baki asked. “If you’ve anything at all to say.”

“Please, Gaara …” You were crawling away from the stairs now, toward them. “Please, please …”

Save me.

Gaara turned away from you. His expression was cold.

“Take her.”

“No!” You screamed as ninja advanced to grab you. You kicked as you were hoisted to your feet. “No, you can’t, Gaara!” You were being thrust through the threshold when your voice ripped from your throat: “I’M PREGNANT!”

The shinobi paused, turned to Gaara for guidance.

Gaara searched your eyes, his expression reserved in his desperation for this to be true.

“Please,” You sobbed. “It’s true … You can’t do this. You know it’s possible.”

He turned around, this time his back to you. “She’ll be given a test to confirm whether this is true. We can no longer take her on her word. We’re done here … Take her.”

You sobbed miserably as you were dragged away. Temari and Kankuro’s words filtered through your awareness, but nothing registered.

“Matsuri needs to be released, we need to go get her —“

“We have to deal with Boutoku now!”

“I can’t believe this —“

But it all fell away as you lolled your head to the side. Brutal daylight hit your face as you were dragged from the palace’s entrance, and through blurry eyes, you watched the place that had become your home grow farther away. Nothing but a dream.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Hey,could you do Gaara x fem reader where it’s their first time together, I’m so certain that he and his s/o would nervous blushing messes.😭😍

Have a lovely day 😊

NAHSJDBBDBD nah BC I love gaara sm it actually hurts 😭

They did him so dirty with that haircut tho so he has long hair in this fic <3

Masterlist <3

Gaara x Fem!Reader (NSFW)- First Time

You and Gaara had been together for a while, but had never felt the need to move very fast with your relationship. Though, you do wonder if your stoic boyfriend even has those urges at all sometimes.

He was just waiting for you to be really, truly comfortable with him, is all. You had never really insinuated that you wanted to go any further, and he was absolutely on board with your desicion. He was alright with it if you never wanted to be intimate, and he was alright if you didn't want kids. It was alright. You are much, much more to him than a sex object, and he couldn't stand when the board members would judge him for not rushing to have little heirs as soon as possible.

He did get urges sometimes, like when he walked in on you changing on accident, or when, just this one time, he woke up to you sleeping next to him, completely naked except for his loose shirt. The poor boy nearly fell out of his bed and had to rush straight to the shower. He stayed silent when he next saw you in the kitchen, thankfully wearing pants this time, and only muttered a bashful "uh- thanks..." As you handed him some tea, mildly amused by how adorable he was. How such a viscous fighter, who could and would tear another man in two, could be so cute, you had no clue.

Gaara thought you hadn't been dropping any hints, but obviously, you have. You don't expect him to read your mind, so you give him some subtle, and sometimes very obvious hints. He just doesn't understand them. You greet him in your underwear, and give him a cuddle, and you're met with "oh, are you cold? Here, have my jacket." which is sweet, but you needed him to warm you up in other ways...

You sit in his lap and bite his neck, trying your absolute damnest to seduce him, and he just thinks you're too needy for cuddles to let him do his paperwork in peace. It was starting to annoy you a little, as absolutely adorable as he was, because you knew he wasn't averse to having sex with you. He's just oblivious.

But now you're in the mood again, so you greet him in his office, determined to get some action tonight.

You're dressed in only your prettiest lingerie, in his favourite colour, red, which suits your skin tone beautifully, and a long, fluffy dressing gown to cover up. Your unsuspecting boyfriend looks up from his paperwork at the sound of the door opening, only to greet you with that little smile you fell in love with when he sees you.

"Ready to retreat for the night, dear?"

As if.

The poor boy nearly goes into cardiac arrest when you drop your robe, exposing smooth skin and very obvious cleavage. His eyes widen and slowly his cheeks start to glow more and more red, until your sure there's too much blood behind his cheeks for there to be any in his dick.

"I-... You-..."

"What? Am I not pretty, Gaara?~"

He melts, and as you strut over and straddle his lap, stroking his cheek with the soft skin of your palm, he loses all of his resolve to hold back.

"You're gorgeous..."

It only takes a few seconds for him to break and carry you straight to the bedroom, still blushing up a storm but too worked up to care right now.

His pants are tented with his arousal, and you can feel how soaked your underwear is, clinging to your skin as you wrap your arms around his neck, yelping when he sits you down onto the bed. It's about here where he gets a little confused though, and freezes a little.

You figured this would happen. As horny as the both of you are, it's still your first time. It's a little scary. You're ready to help him out though, and as you pull him in to lay a kiss to your lips, you grasp his hand gently in your own and lead it down to your damp underwear, letting him dip his fingers in. His breath trembles as he reaches lower, feeling around slicked up folds and dipping inside of you with relative ease.

You let out a soft mewl at the feeling of your boyfriend feeling around your walls, curling his fingers and hitting a spot inside of you that shoots electric up your spine. You moan louder, which only encourages him to speed up as he groans and listens close to the delicious sounds he's bringing from you.

He's so painfully hard, and you can tell he's getting fidgety, so you moan out encouragements for him to give you more, and you're rewarded with two more fingers slowly joining the first. Your legs are spread around his waist as he pleasures you, your toes curled and your neck craned back, and when he finally withdraws them, he looks at the juices slicking his fingers and nearly faints, instantly stopping down to nothing and breathing heavier as his flush extends down to his chest. How cute.

His dick is hard and weeping, and he slicks himself up with his fingers, making you stutter on your next breathless words.

"T-the lube- i-it's in the drawer-"

Neither of you think you could do this without lube, but that's alright, since he doesn't plan to, and shyly coats his hand in it, groaning when his rough hand runs over his heated skin.

You stare at him hungrily, aching to have him fill you up. You just feel so empty, so when he readies himself to slip your underwear the the side and press his cock to your throbbing cunt, you practically whine. The redhead ontop of you moans from the intense pleasure of your tight heat sucking him in, and he thrusts slowly while you get used to the stretch, your eyes scrunched shut and your lips parted slightly.

This feeling only gets better when you give him permission to speed up, and he buries one of his hands in your hair and uses the other to hike a leg over his shoulder, fucking the daylights out of you and relishing in the cries you release. The pillows are almost ruined from your tears and your nails tearing at the soft fabric. Apparently he's gotten over his nervousness and has chosen to fuck you silly, scrunching his eyes closed and narrowing his brows as he nears his orgasm, but he doesn't plan to stop until you've came too, and your slick leaks down your legs and back and onto the sheets, he groans and thrusts hard and fast into you, deeper than before as a sudden warmth bursts inside of you, his balls twitching while they empty inside of you.

He still doesn't stop pumping inside of you though, overstimulating himself and aiming directly for you g-spot until your pussy spasms around him, signalling that you've reached your orgasm.

It's a good thing too, since you were damn near shredding his back to confetti. He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating and his shoulders shaking from the joyful exclamation, and he collapsed next to you, cuddling you close and keeping his dick buried deep inside of you.

"Where did that come from, love? Couldn't hold back anymore?"

You scoff at him and playfully whack him in the back of his head, eliciting that closed-eye chuckle from him that has you melting in seconds.

"Well maybe you should've taken the hint a little sooner... You were... It was good though..."

And now the moment is genuine and awkward again, and now he's blushing and so are you, and you hide your face into his chest while you catch your breath, your hand resting on his chest while the two of you fall asleep together.

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breeofbree · 11 months

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The Beast Within

Gaara x f!reader

Summary: with the inability to control the sand demon Shukaku, it’s up to Y/N to bring Gaara and the demon back to peace

Warnings: injury, self harm, angst, swearing, topics may be sensitive

With the pressure of my lids bearing down against my eyes in an attempt to shut out the scene in front of me, hoping, praying that it was a horrible dream… the guttural screams of Gaara still pierce my ears and drop to a sickly feeling in my stomach. My hands clench over my ears as the screams die off to a dull ringing noise. I find myself shouting, but I can’t even hear myself anymore, forcing my eyes to witness Gaara worn out and barely conscious as Shukaku begins to take his final form. I’ve never seen the horrid beast first hand, I’ve never wanted to either to be honest. An ambush against the sand that had resulted in a particularly strong rogue summoning the sand demon had blind sided us all. Just as Shukakus tail slams down ahead a strong set of arms wrap around me and pulls me back under the shelter of a building. When I turn I see Temari shouting at me, but I only hear snips of her words over the ringing,” Go…. Run… Shelter… Gaara… Help…Possum…”

I shake my head violently, shaking away the ringing as the rumbling ground takes over the sound in my ear, watching as Temari turns back to me,” Y/N, I said you need to go and find shelter. We need to find a way to get Gaara help before he goes Possum.”

She blocks my view of the scene in front of me as Kankuro swings down from the balcony above us and jabs a finger upwards towards the chaos,” not gonna to happen. We’re too late. We have to find a way to wake him up… quickly.”

Shukaku’s horrendous cackle sends a shiver down my spine as we watch him trample almost dead center through the village.

“We have to reroute civilians, this is going to get very messy if we don’t get them to safety.” Temari huffs out, quickly grunting in frustration,” Kankuro, take the left side, I’ll get the right. Y/N, find Baki… anyone that can help. Send word to the leaf if we have to.”

“Temari, we don’t have time to request help from a village that’s days away. We need to focus on waking Gaara up.” Kankuro lashes out, starting towards Shukaku.

“Civilians first, Kankuro.” Temari seems almost hurt putting the village before her own brother. It was understandable, the last thing any of us want is to lose Gaara.

“I’ll work on waking him up.” I pipe up, dusting the sand from my vest and standing wobbly from hearing loss vertigo. Temari stutters in her steps, shaking her head in worry… maybe even disbelief,” Y/N, it’s too dangerous. You can get hurt or even killed. Going up there is a death wish.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re willing to sacrifice our lives for someone we love.” I muster out, internally panicking at the risk and my legs quickly becoming like rubber at the thought. But it was a risk worth taking if it was for Gaara. To him, I may just be an advisor or a paper pusher, or a Jonin of the sand village that was his neighbor. But Gaara… he was everything. The man who has rebuilt the village in morale and trust. The awkward neighbor who would drop off a cactus that reminded him of me, or even bring extra food Temari made for the night when I’d come back from missions. Even the person who just happened to be outside late at night when going for a stroll to clear my head. He saved me from my own demons. He owed me nothing, yet I feel like I owe him my life.

I take off towards Shukakus tail, seeing it was the best vantage point to get to his head where Gaara lay comatose. My vest is ripped backwards from Kankuro behind me,” are you sure you’re prepared to physically hurt Gaara to save him, or do I have to do it myself?”

“I can do this, Kankuro. Now get off me!” I shout out, tearing his hand from my vest and continuing on. I make it to the base of Shukakus tail, focusing chakra to my feet to climb the erratically moving tail, whipping back and forth in to lower buildings and leaving a path of rubble. A shock of pain spreads through my back as I’m slammed against a porch while gripping tightly at the sand like texture of Shukakus armor.

“What is crawling on me? Do I have pests?!” Shukaku bellows out, slamming his tail down in quick strides and almost knocking me off. I can’t help but shriek as his tail crashes down one last time, sending debris crashing down on top of me. I can only cough air in to my lungs and continue on as the beast becomes severely agitated, leaving no room for thinking as he falls forward in to more houses. When he stands, it seems he’s distracted elsewhere to notice me,” who would’ve thought puppets would be such an inconvenience! I finally have time to shine and you try to take me down with a puppet? You’re ridiculous!” Shukaku lets off a horrifying shriek of pain as I see the glimmer of blue threads weaving crow back and forth as a distraction to lure him away from the village. I can only manage to hold on to the demons lower back as he waddles in to the arid desert sand. I watch as he slams crow to the ground and find Kankuro shaking his head. He mouths a few words to me, but it’s a horrible day to not be able to read lips. I find my foot throbbing and dare to look down at the blossoming purple streaks that peek out from above my sandal. But I still push forward, finally making it to the back of Shukaku’s head.

“You’re a persistant little thing aren’t you? Nobody is home up there, it’s just me twerp.” Shukaku laughs out, tilting his head back.

My good foot slips, sending me sliding backwards a few feet before I can find my grip. My legs dangle above the rough sand below as my one hand holds against whatever it can grab. Wincing out, I thrust my other hand to reach for the serenity of some solid mass beneath it. The first try I slip off, yelping as both hands almost lose traction. The second try is a complete miss, but I finally manage to strike gold on the third. My abdomen burns as I pull my full body weight upwards, finally getting a view of Gaara, dangling loosely almost dead center of Shukakus face. I swing my bad leg over and manage to find my feet steady to walk over to Gaara.

“Gaara, anything I’m about to do to get you to wake up, I’m apologizing for now. This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you… maybe.” I ramble out nervously, watching as Shukaku’s eye focuses on me.

“You’re little for how annoying you are. He’s asleep. Leave him be so I can have my fun already!” Shukaku whines out, similar to the toddlers that play in front of my balcony every evening.

“Listen buddy, you’re making my job a lot harder than it needs to be. You’ve had your fun destroying half our village.” I yell out to his eye, not quite sure where to even look.

“A feisty one. What’s your name pest?” He grumbles out, shaking beneath me as he tries to prevent another fit of laughter.

“Y-Y/N.” I stutter out, confused. His laughter can no longer be contained as he whips his head backwards again, sending me crashing towards Gaara,” Y/N is it? I’m going to have fun killing ya!”

I cling tightly to Gaara’s morbidly lifeless form tilting my head up to confess upon unhearing ears,” Gaara, I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I got myself in to… but I’m going to wake you up if it’s the last thing I do.”

“He can’t hear you! You’re so pathetic it’s almost cute!” Shukaku yells out, twisting his head around to try and shake me loose. He stabilizes quickly as a rush of wind flashes against us. I turn to the direction it came from, seeing Temari’s fan fully open. Wind slices against us harshly, creating small tears in my clothes and even knicks on my face. In the moment of steadiness, I steel down, gripping Gaara’s shoulders to hold him steady. I can only freeze in the moment, seeing the tired rings around his eyes as his hair dangles loosely over them. It was almost serene that in a moment of chaos, he seemed to finally be at peace. I hesitate, quickly deciding to try and slap him awake. Shukaku only laughs at my attempt,” a measly slap won’t do a thing. I like the dedication though little pest!”

He shakes again, trying to reach an arm towards me that’s quickly deflected by another slice of painful wind. I reel back, gripping against Gaara’s sleeve as I send a fist flying to his forehead. I can only wince as bone meets harder bone, a trickle of blood coming from each of us. He only juts forward from the impact, causing my frustration,” come on! Come on, wake up damnit!”

I send fist after fist to different areas, his shoulder, the side of his face and even a cheap shot to his stomach. Nothing had worked. The uneasiness at the thought of using any jutsu works its way to the front of my mind. It had to be last ditch with the risk of burning Gaara, but I was running out of time. I manage to link my arm around Gaara’s to keep hold as Shukaku begins to rumble once again, conjuring balls of flames around us. Quickly unfurling from his arm, I tumble down and roll towards Shukaku’s eye, smacking the back of my head hard against the lower surface of his face as the balls of fire make impact against Gaara and Shukaku’s other eye.

“Now you’ve gone and done it! You’ve pissed me off!- w-what’s happening?” Shukaku bellows, tumbling back and reaching to cover his eye. Swiping my hand against the back of my head, it comes back bloody and my vision hazes. But I’m snapped back to wavering consciousness as a moan sounds faintly from Gaara.

“Gaara, Gaara wake up! Please!” I whimper out, crawling towards him, keeping one hand steady to weakly attempt at healing the back of my head and avoiding any pressure on my fully purple ankle.

“Y/N? … is that you?” Gaara coughs out, eyes still clamped shut and body flailing.

“Y-yeah. It’s me, I’m not going anywhere until you open your eyes, okay?” I yelp out as Shukaku’s hand manages to clip at my feet.

“Y/N, where are you? Are you hurt?” He breathes out, eyes beginning to flutter open and wander around.

“I-I’m fine. Just look forward and try to find Temari. Don’t focus on me, damnit!” I shriek in pain as Shukaku shakes once again, angered at seeing Gaara regain consciousness. I meet Gaara’s frightened gaze upon seeing me, my breath hitches at the pain constricting his face,” Y/N-“ he tries grasping at my now outstretched arm, disoriented by another assault of wind from Temari. Shukaku bows forward as she finishes the previous injury to his eye. My own eyes grow in horror, stretching out to try and grasp Gaara’s outstretched hand as my body slides forwards. Our fingers brush before I feel any solid ground beneath me disappear.

“Y/N!” Gaara shouts, becoming fully aware at this point as I look up, plummeting the long distance to the ground quickly. As I close my eyes in acceptance, a strong force tackles in to me from the side, laying me down gently as Kankuro’s voice wavers in and out,” I guess you really were prepared, huh?”

That’s the last I remember before waking with a dry throat and aching body. My eyes slowly adjust to the pulsing white lights signaling I was in the hospital.

“Take it easy killer. We don’t need you almost killing yourself again.” Kankuro huffs out from the doorway. I look over to see him posted against the frame, watching inside and out of the room like it was his duty to guard me instead of visiting.

“Kankuro! Gaara, we need to get ba-“ I begin, abruptly cut off by Kankuro’s sigh of annoyance,” you knocked yourself silly for a few days after trying to play hero. It’s over. He’s alive.”

“Alive doesn’t mean he isn’t hurt. Why are you being so bitter?” I spit out, staring back to the ceiling.

“Bitter? We could’ve lost both of you. You should’ve let me do it. Now look at you, it’s pathetic.” Kankuro growls back. I chuckle slightly, feeling the pain wrack against my ribs,” you’re mad because you couldn’t be the hero? I’m sorry but the village would miss me a lot less than they would miss you.”

Kankuro exhales heavily, sitting next to the bed to whisper harshly,“It’s not the village I care about missing you. The village is important, don’t get me wrong. But the thing that separates you and me… even Temari. My family comes before this village. It could burn to the ground for all I care if it means my family, and the ones they love… Live. It’s not about being a hero. It never was.”

“Good news, Gaara is alive. And so are you and Temari. You look to be in perfect health, so stop being so damn angry over something we can’t change. I’m just an advisor, Kankuro. If anything I mean more to the Kazekage than Gaara as a person.” I whisper back to him, wondering at this point why we were even whispering in a room that contained only us. I continue on after turning away,” sometimes love is a one sided story, Kankuro. You wouldn’t know that. If I can’t love them personally, I can at least sacrifice myself for the ones I love. I’d rather die heroically, than be known as someone who was head over heels about someone they meant nothing to. Now get out of here. I’m sick of your attitude.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I-“ Kankuro begins. A tear trickles down my cheek to my pillow and I stifle the silent sob,” Please leave Kankuro.”

“Am I… interrupting anything?” Gaara pipes up sheepishly after brushing clumsily against the open door.

“I was just leaving. She fell back asleep.” Kankuro huffs out. I can hear him stand and a clamp against clothing, I’m guessing patting Gaara on his way out. Thin plastic ruffles against the bedside table as Gaara sighs and sits down on the edge of the bed,” it’s not a cactus, but flowers. I heard you like camellias. That’s what Temari told me anyway. A million of the finest flowers couldn’t express my gratitude for you Y/N. I once thought it was pointless to talk to others while sleeping, but I find this comforting. I left a note in the flowers for you… so you know they were from me. Temari left you flowers too.”

I listen, frozen as Gaara spills out jumbled words. He sounded nervous even. But I didn’t dare move. After Kankuro, I wasn’t in the mood to face anyone with a tear stricken face. But Gaara continues on,” Kankuro can be abrasive, i hope he didn’t force you back to sleep with his harsh words. I seen him cry for the first time since we were children the night of the incident. He was worried for me… worried I was about to lose someone outside of our family that I loved without being able to confess. I feel like I just did, in a way… but you aren’t awake thankfully. Otherwise this would be really awkward.”

He finally trails off, and I can feel his weight shift. I quickly close my eyes as he leans down towards my face before he backs away bashfully,” that would be rude. I could never take advantage of my desires while you lay unconscious. I would want us both to remember the feeling of something as simple as a forehead kiss.”

He sits straight again, deciding to raise my IV riddled hand to kiss that instead,” thank you, Y/N. Truly.”

I Hope he doesn’t look back to my face as it quickly heats from my neck up at the intimate touch. My eyes decide to flicker against the adrenaline of my racing heart regardless, fluttering open to gaze upon his paler than normal face like a deer caught in light in the dead of night. He drops my hand anxiously and stands quickly, brushing his disheveled jacket back to tidiness and coughing,” Y/N- I-“

“Gaara… I would like nothing more to experience something as simple as a forehead kiss with you.” I giggle out weakly. He shuffles forward awkwardly, bending down tightly and internally fighting with himself before finally placing a ghostly soft kiss against the middle of my forehead. My hand catches his jaw before he can move away, causing him to freeze yet again as I sit up,” I nearly died saving you… I think I might deserve a real kiss for that at the least.”

I meant it as a joke, but he slowly leans in, brushing a gentle hand through my hair as my hand travels smoothly against his jawline, settling below his ear to cradle his head. We take it slow, looking in to his wandering orbs and down to his rose tinted cheeks. Finally landing on his slightly puckered lips that wait nervously. I bite my lip and nod as encouragement for us both. His kiss is soft, barely touching until I lean further in. His other hand finds its way around my waist to steady himself. I’m sure he hasn’t taken a breath and force myself to pull away. Gaara stares blankly at me, eyes wide open and cheeks becoming an even more furious shade of red. I see his chest rise and fall before he swoops back in, coming back for an even deeper kiss.

“Y/N, i brought you some flowers, I’m sorry I was rud- I’m gonna go.” Kankuro coughs out awkwardly, dropping yet another bouquet of flowers in the doorway and sprinting down the hall screaming for Temari. Gaara pulls away and sheepishly stands to place the bouquet Kankuro had dropped at my side,” I should go after him. I’ll be here tonight when you’re discharged to make sure you safely return home… I saved what I could.”

The memory of Shukaku’s tail plummeting across the row of houses that included mine pops back in my head. I distract myself and look over to the bedside table. A glass vase sits with vibrant sunflowers and a little paper placard

You survived. ~ Temari

short and sweet, the way we always conversed. I look down at Kankuro’s recklessly picked Iris’s

I trespassed to get these for you. I’m sorry I’m mean sometimes ~ your second favorite

He was possibly my third favorite after this mess, but he still held a place in my heart with his effort. Lastly, my eyes focus in on the largest bouquet. Full of stark white, vibrant pink and deep red camellias. I search for the placard, but find a folded note deep inside the petals in the center. I unfold it slowly and hold my breath.

To the ones we get can’t yet admit our personal feelings towards, we cherish them in flowers and small gestures such as a night time stroll. Your strong will and heart overshadows the most beautiful flowers in these lands. Any flower you pass here on out, is a symbol of my dedication and undying love I hold for you. ~Gaara

My heart skips a beat, and a tear drops down my cheek. I wipe it away as a stupid grin plasters itself across my face. The most troubled man I’ve met, happens to also be the most poetic.

Hours pass, filled with long unblinking moments of staring at the wall and struggling to put on clothes until finally a soft knock announces Gaara,” if you’re ready, I’d like to walk you home.”

I nod with a toothy grin, attempting to stand. The cast around my foot causes me to fall forward as Gaara catches me effortlessly. He lets out a soft chuckle and scoops me up from behind my legs,” I suppose I’ll be the one doing the walking.”

“I can manage.” I wince out as he adjusts me closer to his body,” I can’t miss our nighttime walk. It’s been lonely without you.”

“I’ll go wherever you take me.” I yawn, quickly tiring and looping an arm around his neck to curl in to him. He places one last kiss against the crown of my head and turns to walk out,” I’ll gladly lead you to whatever your heart desires.”

I smile and let the tiredness take over with the calming motions of his steady walk. This man could lead me to insanity, and I’d still cross over any obstacle to follow him.

#Gaara #kazekage gaara #gaara x reader #gaara fanfic #gaara sabakuno #gaara x y/n #gaara imagine #gaara fluff #gaara x you #gaara of the sand #sabaku no gaara #naruto fan fiction #naruto oneshot #naruto imagines

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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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~

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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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nightingaleflow · 2 years

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Hey! Could you do a Gaara x fem reader where he is in love with her but he is extremely scared about hurting her especially with the way he used to be in the past and midst this turmoil his brother out of anger gives him the push he needs and says to him : ❝ if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love, you’re never gonna be with them. and they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are. ❞

I saw this on your prompt list😊

Yep, here you go, little nonnie. <3 Hope you like it!

Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: Insecurity, mild language

Working on Yourself

You had crept up on Gaara over time. You were a jonin, so at first you only saw Gaara when receiving or debriefing from missions. You kept things professional, of course, but you always tried to say something nice to Gaara, even if it was just a “I hope you have a wonderful day, Kazekage-sama.” He appreciated your comments, and always reciprocated your kindness by asking after you.

The two of you kept things general at first, but at one point, you mentioned how proud you were of your students for coming so far with their taijutsu, since taijutsu was your speciality.

Gaara looked up at you. “You are a taijutsu specialist?”

You nodded, studying him curiously. “Is that significant?”

“Perhaps,” Gaara said. “I have been looking for a new taijutsu coach since my previous one was stationed in the northern territories. Would you be interested in the opportunity?”

You smiled. “I would be honored.”

Gaara led you down to the bottom floor of the Kazekage Tower, where a private training field was hidden away. Once the doors closed, you engaged him in a spar. You weren’t fighting full force, you just wanted to test and see where his skills were. You could easily see he’d been trained due to his stances and how he reacted to certain moves, but there were still gaps in his stance and reaction times that needed work.

You started meeting three times a week to work on Gaara’s taijutsu. He was the best student you’d ever had. He was very attentive and a fast learner, taking your corrections without an ounce of resentment or disrespect.

Your sessions started to grow slightly longer. First five minutes, then ten minutes, then a half hour. Your conversations shifted from purely professional to more friendly, and when the two of you finally ended things for the day, Gaara always felt gloomy when he had to return to his office.

As the weeks went on, Gaara started to notice more about you. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed. The way your eyebrows pinched when he made a mistake, and the way they relaxed again once he fixed it. The sincerity in your voice when you talked to him, and the way you gave him your full attention while he spoke.

He realized that he valued your company - more than that of a ninja, but as someone precious.

And he didn’t know what to do about that.

The only people who were truly close to him were his siblings and Baki. His friends were far away and busy with their own lives, and his family were, well, family. You were the first in so long he wanted to spend time with. You were the first at all that he wanted to hold close.

But did he really deserve such a thing, he asked himself. He’d spent more than a decade trying to atone for the sins of his past, and still felt like he would never fully cleanse his soul. He’d done so much wrong by so many people. He still had so much more work to do. Things like love were out of his reach.

And yet, it didn’t stop him from cherishing the time he spent with you.

It didn’t stop his face from lighting up whenever you entered his office.

It didn’t stop him from wishing that when you corrected his stance with gentle touches that your hands would linger just a bit longer.

He wanted you so badly it burned, but he didn’t feel like he deserved you. To say he was lost was an understatement.

One day, Kankuro dropped in for a chat. Since it was almost time for you to appear, Gaara barely paid attention to his brother, glancing at the door between sentences.

Kankuro was suspicious of his behavior, but he clearly understood once you walked through the door and Gaara’s whole demeanor changed.

You spent a minute saying hello to Kankuro, catching up from when you’d been paired on a mission a while back. The whole time you talked, Gaara couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

Kankuro watched you two with a fond smile, then asked if he could steal his brother for another minute before you started.

You agreed and told Gaara you’d meet him at the training field when he was ready.

Once you left, Kankuro raised an eyebrow at Gaara. “I see you two are getting along.”

“Of course, we’re friends, and she’s an excellent taijutsu coach.”

Kankuro scoffed. “I’m not blind, Gaara. Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

“Then you’re mistaken.”

Kankuro folded his arms. “Am I? So if I went downstairs right now and asked her on a date, you’d be ok with it?”

White hot rage shot through Gaara as he shot out of his chair.

Kankuro snorted. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You can relax, I’m not interested in her like that.”

Gaara bowed his head. “Forgive me, Kankuro. I didn’t mean to act so rashly.”

Kankuro sighed. “I forgive you, but I still don’t see why you’re hemming and hawing about her. Just go ask her out. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“No,” Gaara said. “I have a long way to go before I’m worthy of being anything to her.”

“Gaara, you know that’s bullshit, right?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Look, I know you’re all about working on yourself and atoning for your past and all that, and that’s a noble cause. But if you keep waiting until you’re done ‘working on yourself’ before you let yourself be with the person you love, you’re never gonna be with them. And they’ll find someone else who is brave enough to give them a chance to love them exactly how they already are.”

Gaara closed his eyes. “But…what if I hurt her?”

Kankuro’s gaze softened. “Is that what this is really about?”

Gaara nodded.

“Answer me this, Gaara. Do you respect her?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then you should tell her. Let her decide what she wants to do instead of making the decision for her.”

“…You’re right,” Gaara said. “When did you get so wise, Kankuro?”

Kankuro grinned. “I am your big brother, it comes with the territory.”

Gaara rolled his eyes, then excused himself and descended to the training field. He saw you going through your warmup, stretching your shoulders and legs.

He felt a bead of sweat roll down his face that had nothing to do with the desert heat.

“There you are,” you said, smiling at him. “I was starting to worry.”

“Forgive me,” Gaara said.

You waved your hand. “Are you ready to get started?”

Gaara smiled. “Actually, before we begin, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”

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stardustlatte · 1 year

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To Love and be Loved.

Summary: Gaara and you have been best friends for years now, and his feelings for you have been growing to an unbearable amount. He needs to tell you... but can he? What if you don't feel the same? (Gender neutral reader!)

Word Count: 896

WARNINGS: None! I mean like, one swear word? Anyways, just fluff here!

A/N: I've been wanting to finally push myself into making a writing blog for Naruto for so long, and FINALLY I have done it. Of course when I sat down to write this, I realized today I had some writers block. So this short lil thing was just what my mind would throw out for now~ expect a TON more Gaara content from me ahaha, I love him.

~ ♡ ~

He never knew love could feel like this.

In the beginning of his journey to improve himself, to become someone that could love and be loved in return...Gaara never imagined there was much more to love than what he felt for his village, his friends, or his siblings.

Until you showed up.

And for a long time, his love and adoration for you he thought was nothing more than platonic. You were both simply best friends, with an inseparable bond like no other. You supported him through all the hard times, and showed him how to treat himself with more kindness than he felt he deserved.

It wasn't long until your presence became addictive for him. Whenever you even so much as walked past his view in the Kazekage's office window, he found himself wishing that he was right by your side talking to you about anything and everything, even if mundane. Whenever you visited him during or after work, he couldn't shake away the feeling of his heart racing in his chest, or the heat that burned up in his entire body. He wanted to reach out to you, to hold you.

When you were sad, he wanted to be the person who wiped your tears and do whatever he could in his power to make sure you would smile again, as brightly as you once would. He wanted to protect you, and to keep you out of harms way more than he ever wanted to protect anyone else in his entire life.

He wasn't clueless. He had heard all about these feelings from others he knew...but that didn't make it any easier to come to terms with the fact that he was hopelessly in love with you.

In his eyes, you deserved more than he could ever give you. His past haunted him, making his mind shout how unworthy of someone so heartwrenchingly sweet and caring he was. He couldn't do that to you. He didn't want to.

But as you stood there in front of him, there was only one thing on his mind, playing over and over again. He wanted to be selfish, just this once. He wanted to at least let you know how much you flipped his world upside down, changing the meaning of the word love in his eyes. You were his sun, his reason for being.

No...he refused.

Someone as divine as you should never be-

"I love you, Gaara." The words fell from your lips effortlessly, as If they were made just for him. He couldn't believe that he heard you right.

"I'm..." And damn, did he curse himself for not knowing the right words to say to you right now.

You stared at him with the same eyes he found himself lost in since the day you both met, and he swore he was falling in love all over again. The things you did to him had to be illegal.

"If you don't feel the same, it's okay. But I had to tell you that before it ate me up any further. I love you, more than words could ever explain." Your cheeks were heating up now in embarrassment. You'd never regret loving him, but the pain of rejection was something you didn't think through, making your heart clench in agony at the thought of it.

However, Gaara slowly placed his hands into your own, bringing them up to his lips as he placed a soft kiss onto your skin. This was also something he wanted to do for many years now.

"I love you as well, Y/N. More than anything under the sun." His tone was far different than you had ever heard him before, melting away your anxieties about his response to your confession. You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding, making him smile in amusement.

His eyes were now pricked with tears that threatened to spill, pulling you into the tightest hug either of you had ever shared. He didn't know he could feel this happy, either.

"From this day forward...I vow to make you happy." He whispered lowly into your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You pulled back from him, far too soon for his liking, placing a hand onto his warm cheek as you stared into his seafoam eyes.

"You already make me happy, Gaara. But I wish to make a vow as well." You started, peaking his curiosity. "I will make you feel like the most loved man on this Earth." He immediately searched your expression, his heart rate picking up even more than it was before. Finally, the tears that threatened him earlier were finally spilling freely, making you pull him back into another embrace.

"I already feel that way thanks to you, Y/N. Thank you. Thank you for loving me."

If someone had told him several years ago he would one day be surrounded by people who loved and cherished him, and he would love them in return with everything he had, he would have thought they were insane.

The fact that you were in his life now was the biggest miracle of all. From here on out, he would be sure to hold your heart gently in his hands and treat you with every ounce of love he could possibly offer. Just as you always did him.

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hidansdarling · 2 years

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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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suvidrache · 9 months

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Gaara S/O Missions

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 507 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Summary: Your constant time away leaves Gaara jealous.

You were always away for missions with Sasuke. When you came home, you were always tired from a long day. Gaara couldn't stand seeing you tired all the time. He wanted you home more; he wanted your attention. However, when the next morning came, you were leaving for yet another mission. Gaara wanted to say something, he wanted to do something, but he didn't know what to do. To separate you from your missions would be selfish. He sat staring out the window of his office that overlooked the city of the Sand Village. He wanted to talk to someone about his feelings, but he didn't want to seem like he was having relationship problems. He didn't want to burden someone else with his issues. He put his hands in his head as his thoughts and feelings wracked his brain again and again. He stood up suddenly with such force that the chair fell backwards. He didn't mean to, and he didn't expect you to be in the room with his sudden outburst.

"Gaara, what's wrong?" You asked as you stood in front of the closed door. You had stepped inside and closed the door behind you earlier, calling out to Gaara but had no response. You had wondered if he was even in the room when the chair had fallen over, confirming the fact he was here.

"Y/N, I miss you when you're out on missions." He said as his back remained facing you.

"Do you think I should take fewer missions?" You asked as you took small steps further into the room. You had never once seen Gaara angry. You weren't sure what to do. You did miss him as much as he missed you. Today you both had the day off, but Gaara, unknowingly, assumed it was another day of missions and had hidden himself away in his office. So very few, if any, would bother him.

"It's your choice. I don't want to take away something you love, out of jealousy…" You didn't hear the ending of his sentence, but you responded.

"You're not taking anything away. You're right, I am taking on too many missions. I miss you."

He smiled slightly and turned around to face you.

"We could hang out more and… or even go on missions together."

"That sounds like fun." You said, smiling as you stepped closer to Gaara. He uncrossed his arms and held them open. You didn't hesitate to step closer and wrap your arms around him. He hugged you back and kissed your head.

"Today's my day off." You said as you continued to hold him.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know. What do you want to do today?"

"We could take a walk around the city or go to a restaurant?"

"Why not both?" He asked as he began to let go of you.

"Let's go." You said, smiling happily as you held onto his arm. You gave a gentle pull, and he followed you out of his office and out into the city.

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queenhimarisama · 10 months

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Like What You See?

Gaara x f!reader

Word Count: 720

Summary: Gaara gets an eyeful while using the Third Eye Jutsu.

Warnings: Voyeurism/exhibitionism, masturbation.

Hope you enjoy this tasty morsel. <3

To say that Gaara was a busy man was an understatement. From dawn until dusk, his days were filled with meetings and paperwork that required his time and attention. After all, he was the leader of his village, and he was determined to perform his duties to the fullest.

That didn’t change when you entered his life, something you two had discussed from the start. You understood when you and Gaara started dating that he wouldn’t always have time to spend with you, as did he. But that was all right, because the moment he walked through your door, he was all yours.

Tonight was one of those long nights. Gaara still had a stack of papers on his desk and didn't expect to be home for at least another hour. He couldn’t wait - nothing today had been the least bit interesting, especially not when he thought about the previous night. He sighed, remembering the sounds you’d made as he fucked you into the mattress. His cock twitched, hoping you were near so he could slide into that wet heat he’d come to love so much. But of course, you weren’t. You were at home, doing whatever it was you did while Gaara was working.

Gaara eyed his paperwork with irritation, then closed his eye and pressed his finger against the lid, activating his Third Eye Jutsu.

A sandy eye spawned in your living room. It floated from there to the kitchen, but didn’t spot you anywhere. It then floated down the hall towards the bedroom, and that’s when Gaara heard it: the low, breathy moans of “Gaara…Gaara…”

Back in his office, Gaara let out a small gasp. He’d heard you say that the night before. But that could only mean…

He guided his eye into your bedroom. Sure enough, he found you there. You lay on the bed, hair fanned out across the pillow and legs spread wide. Your back arched off the bed, your eyes closed and your mouth open. “Gaara…” you said again, sweet moans pouring from your mouth as your fingers teased your clit.

Your body - flushed red and shiny with sweat - mesmerized him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, paperwork forgotten. His hand moved to his pants as his eye floated closer, wanting to see more.

Then your eyes fluttered open, spotting his floating in the air. You paused, letting yourself catch your breath as you smiled. “Hey there,” you teased. “I missed you.” You turned on your side, posing like a mermaid on the beach. “Like what you see?”

Gaara blushed back in his office, grateful you couldn’t see how flustered you made him.

You still knew - Gaara had become more confident in bed, to be sure, but he still blushed when you riled him up. You laughed, then turned back on your back. “You’re welcome to stay if you like,” you said. “I’m sure it’s more fun than whatever you were doing before.”

With that, your hand moved back between your legs, his name once again falling from your lips. Gaara groaned, stroking himself under his desk as he watched you fuck your fingers. God, he wanted to be there. He imagined that he was the one doing this to you, the one thrusting inside you and making you moan.

You put on your best show for him. Your other hand fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples until they were swollen. Your thumb flicked your clit, just as you’d shown Gaara how to do. You moaned louder and louder, your toes curling against the sheets. And Gaara watched it all, stifling his moans beneath his hand as heat coiled inside him.

“Gaara…Gaara…GAARA!”

Your orgasm crashed through you like a storm. You gasped and writhed as the sheets beneath you became soaked. Then you collapsed back on the bed, panting like you’d spent a day training out in the desert. You cracked an eye open, smiling at the eye floating over the mattress. “I can’t wait until you come home,” you whispered, poking the sandy eye with a finger.

Gaara gasped, undoing the jutsu as he leaned against his chair, his cock still painfully hard in his hand. He eyed the paperwork in front of him with disdain, then stood up, adjusting his pants before heading for the door.

It could wait until tomorrow.

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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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