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Spy Games - Gaara x (Fem) Reader

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Summary: As a double agent, you're used to navigating risky, life-risking situations. That's why when you received a mission to infiltrate the Kazekage's ranks as his supposed "right-hand woman," you thought it would be as easy as counting 1,2,3.

Even when things went south and you found yourself under arrest by the Kazekage himself, you weren't exactly phased. Afterall, torture was simply part of the spy game. It was bound to happen to you eventually…

Though as you learned in an infuriating surprise, it seems like you and the Kazekage have different ideas on how to torture someone. Now you have to simply grit your teeth and endure as he overstimulates your senses in a way that's so unbearably pleasurable, you're practically begging for traditional forms of punishment!

With your secrets at risk, you're left wondering how far you can last. Will you be able to handle his torment to the bitter end, or will he evidently break you?

Warnings: NSFW, consensual non consent, forced orgasm, bondage, rough sex, creampie, mentions of torture, oral sex, spanking

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this one. Thank you to everyone who voted for this!!

Spy Games

You were just one month into your secret mission as a double agent and already things were going well for you, a little too well.

“Heh, that Lord Kazekage, what a fool!” You thought as you crept between the shelves of his private library, the forbidden scroll you had been sent to retrieve calling out to you, luring you like an enchanting siren’s song.

Soon it would all be over for the Sand’s leader. As soon as you retrieved the scroll and delivered it to your superiors, it would spell ruin for the Kazekage; all the while he would be left distraught and devastated at being betrayed by his supposed right-hand woman.

“Ha!” You let out a triumphant, confident laugh that echoed through the empty library, offering yourself just a moment to gloat over your impending success.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

A low, raspy voice sounded from behind you, making you jump. Panic welled into your chest forcing your heart to race through the waves of alarm.

“Oh…Gaara!” You laughed, feigning relief as you turned to him. His demeanor was serious, his features dark with what you supposed was suspicion; though the young red-headed man’s thoughts had always been difficult to decode, even when they should have been obvious. “I’m glad you’re here, I had heard someone in here and came to investigate. Turns out it was just you!’

“Save it.” Gaara retorted, his voice was like ice that was so bitingly cold that it burnt. “I know why you’re here.”

“Oh…” You deflated a bit, but still refused to give away your position. If you did, the whole mission would be a failure! You had to think of something and quickly.

“Well, I suppose there is some ulterior motive for me being here…” You began carefully, buying yourself some time to think.

Gaara lowered his chin, eyes boring into you. You noticed with dismay that his sand was beginning to lift out of his gourd, swirling around him defensively as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s just, well…” You offered, a lie coming to fruition perhaps a moment too late.

“I said save it,” Gaara spoke again and this time he was more direct. “I know all about you, Monika…Or should I say Y/N.”

You flinched at the sound of your name. It appeared that the jig was up, and that you could no longer talk your way out of this with your true identity being revealed. Now it was time to enact your escape plan.

You dropped your coy act, your eyes frosting over to match Gaara’s. You allowed just the slightest tease of a wicked smile to creep across your pretty face. “Looks like my mission might be more interesting than I previously thought. Good thing, too, I was starting to get a little disappointed at how foolish you were.”

Gaara lashed out with his sand in response, but you were as light and agile as a panther. You dodged into a parallel aisle, making a mad dash for the exit when you felt a firm tugging at your wrist. You whirled around, dismayed that his sand had already caught up with you. It appeared as though he had scattered more of his element around the library, anticipating you’d make a run for it. The truth was that you had walked right into his trap!

You clenched your teeth, straining against the strength of the sand as it took hold of more of you, and yet through your dread and panic, the sight of Gaara sauntering, casually and confidently, from the other end of the aisle irritated you more than any amount of fear your body could muster.

“Torture me all you want,” You spat at the handsome Kazekage as he approached you. “I’ll never give away my secrets!”

“I don’t doubt that,” Gaara replied evenly. “At least not under normal forms of torture.”

Your eyes widened. “What does he mean?!” You thought fearfully, stifling the urge to struggle against the grip of his sand. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to see you afraid of what he might do. You were far too proud for that nonsense.

Rather, you humored him. “Heh…” You laughed snidely, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you see…” Gaara replied, drawing ever closer to you, eyes staring deeply - almost passionately - into your own. “I live by the principal to let my actions do the talking, so I’ll have to show you exactly what I mean...”

With that, a piece of fabric covered your eyes, plunging your world into darkness.

***

Gaara hadn’t knocked you unconscious when he had blindfolded you, so you were able to take note of the direction he took you through the estate.

“Let’s see…a right…another right, then a left…through a colder room…and yet another right.”

You deduced that you were still in the estate, somewhere that you had yet to go, and that assumption was proved correct when you felt Gaara lean you forward over a thick, wooden table; pressing your body down so tightly that you could smell the old scent of the varnish.

“Is this some sort of torture rack?” You wondered, but you knew the answer as cold metal cuffs were placed around your wrists, biting into the soft, delicate flesh.

“I told you that torture wasn’t going to work on me,” You called up to him, resolute in your toughness even while facing the dawn of unspeakable horrors. You could sense him moving behind you, taking his time to set up what he needed - after all, there was no need to rush, you were completely helpless, a fact that infuriated you.

“We’ll see about that,” Gaara’s deep voice was rich, almost seductive, and you were suddenly dismayed at the rebellious pulse you felt between your legs.

Though your mission had been to infiltrate and steal from the Kazekage, you had to admit to yourself that he was quite handsome. His body was strong and lean, his mind endlessly deep and searching for the truth of the world. You even found him - in your weaker moments - endearing, with his unwavering compassion and devotion to his people and the rest of the world.

Perhaps in another time….In another world, things could have been different. Perhaps you would have been able to act on your raw attraction to him, but you were a spy, and not just any spy; one that was sent to ruin him - and that didn’t exactly spell the beginnings of a happy romance.

“I won’t talk!” You insisted again, wiggling against your restraints. “Nothing you will try is going to work.”

“You keep saying that,” Gaara asserted, his voice sharp like the bite of a whip. “Yet I’m inclined not to believe you…” He trailed off and the room was silent for a long while, you could barely even hear the sound of his breathing from where he was behind you, and you shook your head, desperately trying to release the blindfold wrapped tightly around your face.

You let out a startled gasp when you felt his hand on the back of your left thigh, just below your buttocks; your body tensing with alarm, dismay and arousal all at once. You were hopeless as he slowly felt his way upward, feeling your ass with his hand until he reached your waistband.

“You bastard!” You roared, desperately wiggling your hips back and forth in an attempt to get away from him, but it was futile.

You gasped again as another strong, pleasurable pulse caused your womanhood to quiver; feeling yourself grow wet with excitement as Gaara inched the waistband over the swell of your hips.

“This is a new form of torture,” Gaara spoke casually, removing his hands from your pants when the waistband met your knees, exposing your bare ass to him - the cold air of the room causing you to shiver along with your excitement.

Gaara continued, his voice intending to be cold and yet you couldn’t help but find it so incredibly hot that it began melting your inhibitions into a pool of nothing. “You said that torture wouldn’t work on you…We’ll see about that.”

“Please don’t!” You cried as your toughness smashed to pieces. He was rubbing your bare ass now, his hands felt warm and soft and strong. He took his time with it, his touch so delicate and gentle that it was almost unsettling to think what would come next.

You didn’t have to wait long to find out.

The sharp sound of his palm against your buttocks echoed throughout the room, the stinging sensation in your cheek causing the skin to grow red hot. You let out a loud, helpless cry as another slap caught your perfect ass, and then another one and another one.

“Please!” You wailed.

Yet Gaara did not relent, he grabbed your ass with both hands, digging his fingers so hard into the delicate flesh that you were certain his handprints would be imprinted on you for weeks to come. Thrusting forward, he aggressively pressed his groin against you, grinding your ass so that you could feel his large, threatening erection through his pants.

This action awoke something primal in you: a fire that burned so hot that it erupted from you like a vengeance. “You monster!” You spat with fury, hoping that it would distract him from the wetness that was now pooling between your legs.

You sensed Gaara falter at this, and you felt pleased with yourself that you were able to hit him where it hurt, and that small victory allowing you to ground yourself momentarily. You could feel now how hard you were pinned to the table, your breasts uncomfortably squished against the hard wooden surface, and you could feel how hard your nipples had become during the ordeal. You wished Gaara would twist you over aggressively, rip your shirt off, and clamp down on them with his teeth; then you were dismayed at how primal, how intrusive, how desperate that thought was.

Gaara seemed to recover from your insult, and retaliation was swift. You felt his right hand travel between your ass cheeks, plunging deeper between your slick slit until he reached the entrance of your womanhood. He didn’t hold back, firmly entering you with two fingers while he forced your legs further apart, the waistband of your pants digging into the back of your knees, adding to the sensation.

“Oh!” You yelped as your womanhood responded to his touch, tightening against his greedy fingers, your own body betraying you as it attempted to guide him to your most sensitive spot.

“Hmm,” Gaara let out a small laugh that drove you crazy. You could tell he was enjoying himself, relishing as you squirmed under his touch. He loved the power he had over you, the control. You were his.

Suddenly his fingers found a spot that felt like pure ecstasy, and you pushed yourself back instinctually, desperate for him to continue as the pleasure was too great to pass up. Though Gaara was quick to notice this, and just as quickly as you leaned into his touch, he removed it, leaving you soaked and panting.

“You’re an asshole,” You huffed, twisting your wrists against the restraints before something occurred to you. One of the cuffs was loose enough that you could perhaps slide your hand through!

It was a glorious revelation, but one that shattered like glass when Gaara dragged you back down into the swirling rapids of your primal urges.

His fingers had disappeared, but a new sensation took hold of you as the feel of his warm mouth pressed against your slit. He lapped at your juices, and you swore you could hear just the slightest of muffled moans escape his lips as he indulged in your taste.

With a strong tongue, he worked at your clit, the position you were in offered him an angle that opened your world to a whole new sensation of pleasure the likes of which you had never experienced before in your life. His mouth on you in that way felt so immensely pleasurable you couldn’t help but grind your hips greedily against his face as you wished you could reach backward and take a fistful of his rich, red hair in order to hold on and prevent yourself from falling off the edge of the earth as your world turned upside down.

“Ohhh my God!” You screamed from the bottom of your diaphragm, rocking your hips harder and harder until your pelvis ached from where it was pinned against the table’s edge. “I’m cumming, Gaara! I’m cumming! Gaara!!”

You hated yourself for speaking his name as your orgasm gripped you. How you wished you could forever erase that foul sounding name from your mouth and from your memory as your legs tremoured, shaking involuntarily as you mindlessly came into the Kazekage’s mouth.

“I hate you!” You wept as your climax faded away, leaving you shamed and glistening in your cum, your juices running down your thighs.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Gaara shot back and you got the impression that he wasn’t finished with you yet. Perhaps he would never be; a thought which both frightened and aroused you.

The sound of his zipper fly becoming undone made you struggle the best you could. Your orgasm had all but spent you, as tiredness gripped your muscles. You hadn’t even finished recalibrating from what he had done to you and now he was going to fuck you mercilessly.

He didn’t disappoint.

In a second, you felt his thick, hot member pressing against your ass. You felt as he rubbed your ass cheeks with his tip, smearing his warm precum all over you, claiming you, teasing you.

You awaited for the inevitable which came as soon as you were able to brace against the table. His cock entered you, his skin bare against yours as he pressed deeper and deeper into your body, all while your unsated cunt welcomed him in.

He was delicate about it, as if he was afraid to break you, and perhaps it was a form of stockholm syndrome, but you felt an emotion deeper than lust lift your heart at that thought.

“He’s not a bad guy,” You resigned, resting your cheek on the wooden table as he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, the tip of his penis you could feel rubbing against your G-spot, stirring it back awake from the slumber your previous orgasm had placed it under.

You closed your eyes tightly even though you were still blinded by the fabric across your eyes. You retreated into yourself, lavishing in the deep, methodical thrusts as your pleasure mounted again. Though this time was different, this time you felt a sense of control awaken inside you as you remembered once more that you could free one of your hands, if only you were careful enough.

“Ugh!” Gaara groaned with pleasure and you tightened your pelvic muscles for him, adding to his enjoyment.

The power inside of you was fully awakened now, and this time you grinded against Gaara’s thick, heavy cock, not for your own pleasure but for his. You braced yourself against the table, thrusting hard against him until you could feel his balls slapping against your clit with every forward movement.

“Ugh!” He groaned again, losing himself.

You continued to work at him all the while you slowly inched your hand through the loose metal cuff that was around your right wrist. Within seconds you were free and in a swift motion, you tore off your blindfold, forced yourself off of his cock and spun around to face the stunned Kazekage.

His reaction time was sluggish due to where he stood, teether on the edge of his own orgasm, the sudden removal of stimulation you could tell felt almost painful to him.

You wasted no time, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards you, forcing him to enter you again as your tongue met his, aggressively fighting against each other in passion and lust.

His orgasm came to a crescendo and he came so deep within you that you could feel his hot, sticky semen pooling against your cervix, his sperm undoubtedly on their own mission to claim your womb.

Despite his usual stamina, Gaara appeared spent. He collapse on top of you, seemingly unbothered that you had managed to partly escape your confines.

The two of you lay panting in a heap of sweat and tangled body parts until after a few moments had passed and you brought your fingers to affectionate comb through his thick, red hair.

“See, I told you that roleplaying could be fun.” You teased though your voice was warm, kind and satisfied. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Heh,” Gaara let out a small laugh, still panting as his heart rate slowed. “I suppose once I got into it…”

“Oh, you definitely did!” You complimented, before adding with slight surprise. “Actually you really did, it kind’ve shocked me.”

“Was that okay?” His voice was concerned, worried that he had somehow done something that crossed the line during the fantasy.

“Yes. It was more than okay, it was perfect.” You assured him, kissing him affectionately on the lips. “Actually, to be honest, I think that’s the hardest I have ever cum in my life.” You said as you remembered the intensity of it.

“Really?” He was smiling now out of the corner of his mouth and you nodded up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and wonder.

“Yes, I never thought it would be possible to have an orgasm that intense.”

“Heh…”

You smiled at him before looking around the room. “What do you say you let me out of this other cuff and we go for dinner?” You asked. “I would suggest dessert also, but that will depend on how much trouble I have with walking after this whole ordeal,” You said in an insinuating and flirtatious tone as you winked at him; your heart melting as a blush reddened his face.

“To think he even has the audacity to get flustered right after what he did to me,” You thought affectionately as Gaara helped you from the table and into his loving arms.

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