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nightingaleflow · 2 years

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Have you ever make GaaFuu NSFW fanfiction? 😳👉👈

I have now. :3

Someone Knocked On The Door

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Fandom: Naruto Rating: Explicit Pairing: Gaara/Fuu Other character(s): Kankuro Word Count: 2.5k Warnings/Tags: S M U T. Also: Semi-public sex, office sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), teasing, erections, undressing, dry humping, fluff and smut, no one orgasms, interrupted, mild language.

A/N: Gaara and Fuu deserve the world and I am here to give it to them.

Sort of.

Enjoy. <3

MINORS DNI/NOT SFW

It had been an excruciatingly long day.

Gaara had been forced to endure three meetings, each one more pointless than the last. The papers on his desk seemed to have multiplied between each one, and since he didn’t have an assistant, he was forced to work that much harder to get it all done.

But it was all going to be worth it tomorrow.

After months of only being able to write, Fuu was finally coming back to Suna for a visit. Of course, on paper, it was a purely diplomatic visit. They would talk about trade and border crossing between the two villages, and then discuss what progress had been made in convincing Lord Shibuki to let Fuu move to Suna with Gaara.

In reality, they were going to spend maybe an hour total discussing politics. The rest of the time would be spent in each other’s arms.

There were so many things he wanted to do and say were impossible via letters. Places to eat, sights to see, words of passion whispered over pillows in the dead of night. There would not be enough time in three days to do everything, but he was certainly going to try.

But in order to enjoy his time with her, he had to deal with the document currently in front of him.

He raked his nails across his scalp, further disturbing his already messy hair as he tried to focus on the document in front of him. The words swam on the page, droning on about mineral deposits located south of the village and how the compositions in one set of mines differed from another, and seeking permission to continue exploration in the second set.

He forced his brain to focus, reading it over three times to make sure he understood everything they were saying. He then set the paper back down and rubbed his face, exhausted.

Someone knocked on his door. Feeling irritation rising at the thought of more work arriving, he nevertheless growled, “Enter,” before scribbling his signature.

As he set the paper to the side, he heard the sound of a bag being set down. Then a sweet voice said, “You’re awfully grumpy today.”

His pen fell to his desk as his head snapped up. Fuu was standing in his office, the bright smile he had missed so much now aimed directly at him.

He didn’t remember standing or moving across the room. All he knew was the next moment, she was in his arms.

She giggled and hugged him tight, resting her head on his shoulder. He clung to her, running his hands along her back, scarcely believing she was really there.

“Fuu,” he whispered. “You’re here.”

“Well, yeah,” she said, pulling her head back to grin at him. “You remembered I was coming, right?”

“Yes, but I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

Fuu shrugged. “I was able to leave a little early, and I made good time on the way.” Her eyes softened as she whispered, “I couldn’t wait to see you, Gaara.”

He pulled her back to him. “Likewise.”

She nuzzled into his neck, and Gaara felt his remaining frustrations immediately drain away.

“I missed you,” he said.

She tilted her face up and kissed his cheek. “I missed you too.”

He gently lifted her chin with his finger, and when she looked up with those soft orange eyes, he melted.

He pressed his lips against hers, softly mapping the creases against his own. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, eagerly returning his affections.

They slowly walked backwards until Fuu’s back was against the wall. Once she was pinned there, Gaara kissed her harder. He pressed his body against her, the few inches between them much too far for his liking. Fuu whimpered, and Gaara immediately pulled back, his chest heaving. “I’m sorry, Fuu,” he panted. “Was that too much?”

To his surprise, she giggled before gently tapping his nose with her finger. “No, silly,” she said. “I was enjoying that.”

“Oh.”

She giggled harder, then grabbed his collar and pulled him back.

He moaned softly as he recaptured her lips, his eyes fluttering shut. One of his hands trailed lower down her back, caressing the bare skin he found there.

There were those in his village and especially on his council that found Fuu’s attire indecent. It was true, the white skirt and skirt exposed a lot of her skin, especially around her waist and back. But Gaara adored it. Not only did it look very nice on her, but it also allowed him to touch her skin so much more easily.

Fuu seemed to have a similar idea. Her hand wrapped around him, feeling his back, but her exploration was impeded by several layers of fabric. She pulled her head back and glanced down, her expression annoyed.

“Why do you have to wear so many clothes?” she whined, impatiently tugging at his white robes.

Gaara smiled. “They do expect me to maintain some level of decorum since I’m the Kazekage.”

Fuu pouted. “Well, that’s no fun.”

That made him laugh. She joined in a second later, her sweet laughter filling his ears and soothing away the last remnants of pain from their separation.

He let her go long enough to remove his scarf. Fuu then reached up and tugged, pulling the long white robes from his shoulders and leaving him in just his crimson button-up shirt and pants. Her deft fingers immediately went to work on his buttons, unsnapping them in seconds and pulling the fabric aside.

He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She looked at his chest hungrily, then returned her head to his shoulder, pressing soft kisses along his neck and nipping gently at his collarbone.

Gaara groaned. This was only a taste of what he’d been craving for the past few months, and yet it was still enough to make him shiver.

He wrapped one arm back around her while the other trailed lower and pulled her leg higher. Fuu paused her kisses as she adjusted her arms over his shoulders. Then she lifted herself fully into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Gaara caught her easily, this routine having been established a long time ago. He kept one arm behind her lower back, then swept the other under her to help support her weight.

She smiled as his palm settled under her backside. “You really did miss me, huh?”

He gave her an innocent look in response. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Fuu snickered. “Sure, Gaara, whatever you say.”

He couldn’t help but laugh with her. But then, as his palm caressed her, an odd detail clicked in his mind.

“Fuu?”

“Hm?”

“Are you…not wearing underwear?”

The look she gave him was pure mischief.

“Well, considering how you usually greet me, I figured I’d save you the trouble of taking them off this time.”

Gaara groaned and crushed her mouth with a passionate kiss. He carried her away from the wall and plopped her on the short end of his desk, ignoring the papers that scattered to the floor. He then pulled his chair around and sat in front of her, pressing kisses up her thighs.

She whimpered as he went higher, and he could already smell how aroused she was before he even moved beneath her skirt.

“You were thinking about this the whole way here,” Gaara murmured.

“Mmhmm,” Fuu confirmed, continuing to watch him with that mischievous smirk.

He ran his finger up her folds, collecting the sticky moisture as he went. “You must have been like this for a while now.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Fuu,” Gaara sighed. “You should be more careful. What if someone had seen you like this?”

She grinned at him. “Then they’d just know exactly what you do to me.”

He continued teasing her, feeling himself grow hard as he watched her eyelids flutter with every touch. “And what is it I do to you?”

“Make me feel…” she whimpered as he stroked her clit. “Oh, Gaara, please, touch me.”

Gaara smirked. “I am touching you though.”

Fuu pushed herself up on her elbows. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m afraid I don’t,” Gaara replied. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Fuu let out a loud whine. “Gaara…”

“Do you mean like this?” he asked, pressing his thumb against her clit and causing her breath to hitch. “Or like this?” He pushed his index finger inside her and dragged it slowly along her inner walls.

“Yes,” she hissed. “All of it.”

“As you wish.”

He pushed her skirt up around her waist so he could actually see her. His mouth watered as he took in the sight of her arousal. She was swollen and glistening, completely ready for him. His cock, now fully erect, burned as it pressed against the inside of his pants.

He leaned forward and sucked on her inner thigh. Meanwhile, he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of her, his thumb still firmly pressed against her clit. She shuddered under him, whimpering as his lips left a colorful bruise on her skin and his finger curled inside her.

“Yes,” she said. “That’s so good.”

After a minute of careful attention, he added a second finger inside her and relished how she trembled around him. He kissed the rest of the way up her leg, moving his thumb so he could press his lips against her clit.

Encouraged by her loud moan, he grabbed her leg with his newly-freed hand and hoisted it over his shoulder. Fuu moved the second leg herself, draping it over his other shoulder before locking her thighs around his head.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs, then slowly licked his way up her folds. She moaned, her lips snapping upward when he flicked his tongue across her hips. He pushed her back down with one arm, then did it again, savoring her desperate cries of pleasure almost as much as her sweet taste.

She wriggled, trying desperately to press her hips into his face. When that failed, she reached down, winding her fingers through his crimson hair and pushing his head down.

Gaara took the hint. He licked her folds one more time, then delicately parted her with his tongue before pushing it inside.

Fuu tilted her head back with a moan, her body already starting to tense around him.

Invigorated, Gaara flicked his tongue in and out of her as his face became drenched with her fluids. His own arousal started to grow painful, and he reached down to undo his pants. He unconsciously ground his cock against the desk, searching for any type of friction to relieve the pressure as he continued to pleasure Fuu.

Her breaths started coming faster, her whimpers growing higher in pitch. Her other hand reached down, her fingers grasping for something. Gaara reached up and took her hand, their fingers intertwining as he pushed her closer to the edge.

Then, as Fuu started to pant, “Gaara, oh god, Gaara, Gaara!” there was a knock at the door.

Gaara instantly jerked his head back as Fuu clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. They both looked at each other, then immediately scrambled to return their clothes to a somewhat decent state. Fuu smoothed down her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair, then offered Gaara a handkerchief from her bag. Gaara wiped his face, then rebuttoned his shirt and pants before grabbing the white robes. After debating for a moment, he stuffed them under his desk, then finally went to the door.

He bit back a groan as he saw who was grinning at him on the other side. “What do you want, Kankuro?”

Kankuro held up a scroll. “Just dropping off a mission report for ya.”

“I see,” Gaara said, taking it from him. “Thank you. I’ll get to it shortly.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it, it’s not that urgent,” Kankuro said. “Although, may I offer you some brotherly advice?”

“You’re going to whether or not I say yes.”

“You’re right,” Kankuro said. He leaned closer and whispered, “You might want to be a little quieter if you’re going to fuck your girlfriend in your office. I’m pretty sure the entire building can hear you two.”

Gaara’s face turned as red as his hair as Kankuro called out, “Hey, Fuu! Did you have a safe trip?”

Fuu laughed as she landed next to him. “Sure did,” she said, smiling at him.

“Glad to hear it.” He dipped his head. “Ok, I’m done bothering you. You two have fun.”

Gaara nodded, too mortified to speak.

Once the office door was closed, Fuu pressed her head into his shoulder and burst into laughter. “Well, that was a first.”

When he didn’t answer, Fuu pulled back and studied him with a worried expression. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Yes,” Gaara managed. “Just…Kankuro informed me that we were overheard.”

“Oh,” Fuu said, now looking worried. “I’m sorry, did I cause trouble for you?”

“I don’t think so,” Gaara said, hiding his face in his hand. “I’m just…”

“Embarrassed because you didn’t ‘maintain some level of decorum’?”

“Something like that.”

Fuu relaxed. She smiled, then gently kissed his cheek. “Then we’ll just continue where we left off later,” she said. “For now, I have something that might cheer you up.”

Gaara looked at her curiously. “What’s that?”

“A scroll from Lord Shibuki for you.” She went to her bag that had fallen on its side by the door and pulled a scroll from one of its pouches.

Gaara frowned. “How is a scroll supposed to make me feel better?”

She walked over and poked his shoulder. “You really are grumpy today,” she teased. She pressed the scroll into his hands. “Go on, read it!”

He sighed, then broke the seal on the scroll and began to read.

To: Gaara, Godaime Kazekage of Sunagakure

Fuu of Takigakure has relinquished her citizenship in Takigakure, pending approval of her immigration to Sunagakure, and has been permitted to relocate to Sunagakure, effective immediately and indefinitely.

Signed,

Shibuki, Chief of Takigakure

Enclosed was a second document, one that he recognized as an immigration registry, already detailed and signed by Shibuki and Fuu. All that was missing was his own name and signature, and Fuu would officially become a citizen of his village.

Gaara reread the documents three times over before looking up at her. “You can stay?” he asked, his voice hoarse. “He finally agreed?”

Fuu nodded, her smiling growing even brighter.

Gaara immediately found his pen and signed his name. Then he turned and crossed back to Fuu, pulling her back into his arms and clinging to her as if she would blow away in the wind.

“You’re really staying,” Gaara whispered.

“Mmhmm,” Fuu said. “I’m officially yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever, then,” Gaara said.

Fuu grinned. “Forever sounds perfect.”

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