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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.

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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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honeybxbygirl · 2 years

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suvidrache · 8 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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vote-gaara · 1 year

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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.

#Gaara #gaara x reader #gaara x oc #gaara x y/n #Gaara of the sand #Gaara of the desert #sabaku no gaara #Kazekage #naruto #narutoshippuden #narutop99 #naruto characters #temari #kankuro #sand siblings #naruto smut

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danddymaro · 10 months

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Got me | Gaara x Reader

A lil fluffy

Could be a friendship/ship

Word Count: 363

Got me

You looked down at the aqua-colored eyes that looked up at you from below. They narrow slightly as the sunlight behind you felt a touch too overwhelming.

Strands of fire red fall over them too, obscuring the sight before they are blown away by a simple blow of breath of yours.

After the small accomplishment, you smile just as those sea-colored eyes fully open, rounded.

The air fans Gaara's face, but rather than cool him off it makes heat rise over his features, gradually worsening before he looks away, his lips pressed together thinly.

"You've made your point..." he said wearily, flustered.

Grains of sand coil around your ankles, willing, but not going further. you can feel the bits of debris make way up your leg, crawling into your clothing too, making you huff out before you pout with a bit of disappointment.

"I'm not teasing you to be cruel," you say, your face demonstrating a softhearted expression soon after.

You did tease him quite a bit, but at that moment, you truly meant no harm.

He relied entirely too much on his sand, and while it'd started off as a silly challenge, the more you thought about it, the more you became stuck on the idea,

" Your taijutsu needs some work," you say just a tad bit smugly before you straighten out your back, though you don't back off. You're still sitting on the sand nin's stomach as you lean back, shaking your head.

"- Lucky for you, you've got me," you said with a hard grin as you point your thumb to your chest.

Silently, Gaara stares at you with the same rounded eyes of before, though they soon slack and he softly smiles at you.

He's not one to take for granted his new bonds, though as he's become more busy with his new position, he's had so much on his mind.

He hasn't even had a proper moment to spend with you, something he feels guilty for.

"Ah...I do, don't I?" he replies back in a tender voice, musing over how lucky he is to have you in his corner, even if you're a bit too cheeky sometimes.

#gaara x reader #gaara x y/n #gaara x reader insert #gaara no sabaku x reader #gaara no sabaku #gaara no sabaku x reader insert #gaara no sabaku x you #gaara x you #Gaara of the Sand #Sabaku No Gaara #Gaara #Naruto Shippuden #naruto #gaara oneshot #gaara one shot

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bridgetotheskyyy · 5 months

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chapter four.

masterlist

Chapter summary: Gaara shares his past, there's a cactus, and you get a letter . . .

Chapter warnings: sexual content, 18+, psychoactive elements, angst, drama

Word count: 13k

A/N: I’m not completely satisfied with the pacing of this one, So, I hope y’all are okay with this being the chapter where Everything Happens lmfaooo. Once again, please forgive any errors you might see. I was slightly less hawkish with this chapter to get it out. Thank you and hope you enjoy!

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“Ah, I see.” Baki’s voice dipped with disappointment.

Gaara and Temari had returned to brief Baki on everything, though Temari did most of the heavy-lifting in explaining. Kankuro was absent, though; the moment they had returned, he had taken it upon himself to continue his sub-Kazekage duties and, two days into their return to Sunagakure, they hadn’t seen much of him since.

“There was always a risk,” Baki said. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad Lord Kazekage and Lady (Y/n) were able to enjoy their time, short though it was. And …” Baki set a sheet of paper aside, brows drawn together in thought. “that Lady (Y/n) was able to return relatively unscathed.”

Gaara shared in Baki’s discreet concern; you had said so little to him during the trip back, and after being checked thoroughly by medical nin, you were sent to bed for vital rest. Your accoster had no assailants they needed to worry about. They even had a sea-side town ready to assist them if they needed anything as a payoff. From a perspective that was coldly shinobi, it wasn’t a bad deal.

But Gaara continued to replay the scene in his head — his sand wrapped around the man who’d assaulted you, his rage, your pleading, your voice so small, so helpless.

I frightened her.

It had been long since Gaara had felt a guilt quite like this — since he’d felt an anger like that. And now the shame, like the anger, threatened to drown him. It weighed his every step.

You, someone he came to see more and more as his future wife.

“In the meantime, we’ll tighten security,” Temari told Gaara. “No more trips or lavish shopping sprees until the news of this has died down. Hell,” Temari shrugged, “maybe even until after the wedding.”

Gaara felt Temari’s stare but did not take the bait.

“Lord Kazekage …?” Baki began measuredly. “Is there something you’d like to add?”

It was a moment before Gaara answered, grimacing. “I was a fool … and rash.”

“Gaara,” Temari cooed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “No …”

Your pleading lived in his mind, and your voice resurrected ghosts. All the ones he had killed, all the blood shed in the name of his bloodlust, his soullessness … Hundreds, maybe thousands. Gaara chafed against the memory of his old self.

Gaara, please … don’t.

“I feel …” Gaara gripped hard at the arms he had crossed, “as though I’ve … relapsed.”

“Lord …” Baki sounded stricken.

“Gaara, no,” Temari said firmly.

Gaara thought of the desert, of you sleeping beside him. Your trembling breath easing as you fell into slumber beside him was the only peace he had enjoyed that night or since. He’d been so relieved you had come to see him at all. What a miracle.

But he could still smell fear on you. An image spiked in his mind, thorny and awful, of you, eyes wide as you recoiled. Desperate to get away. Gaara squirmed with the thought.

“Anyone would have done the same,” Baki said. “You were only trying to protect Lady (Y/n).”

“Baki’s right,” Temari murmured. “It’s only natural to want to protect the ones you lo —“

Temari paused, touched fingers to her lips, surprised by her own near choice of words.

Love.

Did he love you? How would he know? Maybe not, but … You were becoming precious to him. And yet …

Love is the heart’s desire to serve those precious to us.

If you weren’t someone he loved, you were someone he was coming to love.

Had he ruined things?

He’d been driven by a desire to protect you, true, but it felt a lie to pretend his feelings were strictly heroic, like the liquid hot desire to strangle the man’s neck hadn’t lived beside the need to save you. Gaara stood; Temari’s hand slipped from his shoulder.

“I know what I have to do,” he said.

Gaara knew Temari understood, though she pretended not to. “What …?”

Gaara clenched his fist.

“I have to tell her the truth. About my past.”

You were all right. Physically, at least.

You cradled yourself in bed with a sickened groan as another wave of anxiety set your chest aflame. You pressed a hand to your sternum; the ache there restricted your breathing. Your head was weighed with cotton. You had eaten little, spoken to no one.

You ached for the obliviousness of sleep, where Hideo awaited to make you laugh, where he and you sat under cloudless skies on uneventful days, where he let you rest your head on his leg and drift off to the sound of his voice, where you were anything but who you were.

Your head whirled; your options spider-webbed, each one worse than the last. What could you do now? If you told them about your father’s nefarious plans, would they believe you? Would they understand you had changed and had no intention of hurting Gaara? But you had just such intentions in the tent, determined as you were to let it all end. Only Temari had found you, and Gaara’s waking was the only thing that staved off her suspicions.

I am a fool. You had incriminated yourself by going to his bedside. Your hands wouldn’t be clean because you exposed your father; if anything, it would only look like you were simply trying to cover all your bases.

If you wanted to hurt him, however, you had been given ample opportunities to do so. But —

But but but.

Your webs tangled and knotted. You were selfish. You didn’t want any harm to come to Gaara or his loved ones, but you also didn’t want to sacrifice … whatever this was. This play at a family. This ruse. Despite the panic you suppressed, you had never been so happy.

You touched your lips and remembered the kiss Gaara had left there.

You raised from bed, the sheets pooling around your abdomen. You couldn’t stay here and drive yourself crazy. And … you were sure Gaara and his siblings were worried, along with Baki. But the absence of people had been refreshing. You were alone and thus had no need to perform.

It’s enough. You’ll just go mad.

You dressed appropriately: a simple shirt — your beloved fishnet underneath; it made you look and feel stronger — and pants and heeled sandals. Simple but still pretty. You inspected yourself in the mirror. You combed your hair, combined it again, three times for good measure. You straightened your clothes, eliminating every wrinkle. You wanted to look nice. You liked looking nice, but today it was essential to you. You couldn’t give away your inner turmoil. You wanted Gaara to think you looked nice, too, and, after minutes of excessive grooming, you thought you did. You looked every bit the normal girl you wanted to be. If anyone saw you now, they would see an ordinary villager in Sunagakure.

The necklace gave you away.

What you wouldn’t give to be a normal, ordinary girl. A normal father, a normal family. Hideo was the closest thing you ever had to a normal family bond. Protective and kind. And gone. And you didn’t know how or why.

Or who.

Stop pitying yourself and just go. You twisted the doorknob to exit your room.

“Kankuro? Kankuro! Are you even listening to me?”

Kankuro stamped document after document with automated precision. Only when Temari’s hand came over his own did he pause.

He sighed. “Temari, unless it’s important, please let me get back to work.”

“Look at me.”

Kankuro raised his head, where Temari’s concerned gaze waited for him.

There she goes, being all motherly again …

“How are Gaara and (Y/n)?” he asked, feeling defeated.

Temari withdrew her hand. “We haven’t seen (Y/n) in a while, but the nurses say she’s well. And Gaara, well …” Temari grimaced. “Kankuro, I can’t help but feel like something bad is going to happen.”

Kankuro shot her an exasperated look. “This again? We’ve been over this —“

“No,” Temari intercepted. “Not about (Y/n), just … in general.”

“This sixth sense of yours would’ve been a little more helpful at the beach, y’know.”

The dig was below the belt and Kankuro knew it, instantly regretted it, but Temari seemed not to mind. “Hey, if I wasn’t busy helping you swindle greasy septuagenarians so you could win fancy pirate coins, I probably would’ve been more helpful.”

Kankuro shuffled sheets of paper to find the one demanding attention.

“I know,” he said solemnly.

“Like I said, we all slipped up.” Temari crossed her arms. “I don’t hold it against you. I thought I could talk to you, is all.”

“You can talk to me, Temari.”

Temari cast her gaze to the floor. “I’m worried about Gaara. He’s beating himself up over that rogue ninja … He thinks he relapsed, Kankuro.”

“Relapsed?” Kankuro parroted.

“His word, not mine,” Temari said. “It’s been a long time since he’s been that angry and almost killed someone and enjoyed the prospect of it.” Temari fidgeted. “He says he’s going to tell her everything.”

Kankuro’s eyes widened. “Everything?”

“Yep.” Temari sunk into a nearby chair.

“Well,” Kankuro began. “That’s his business.”

“I can’t help thinking we should interfere. Help him, somehow.”

“No,” Kankuro gave her a pointed look. “If they’re going to get married, there can’t be any secrets. Especially not ones that big. Gaara knows that. His past is one hell of a thing to keep from his fiancé. She deserves to know what she’s getting into.”

Temari faced him. “But his past would be hard to swallow even if she was a ninja. What if she doesn’t understand? If she can’t handle it? And he really likes her … He really likes her.” She paused with this realization, as though it had caught up to her at last. “I can see that. After all, I almost …”

Temari’s sentence died away.

“Only more reason to tell her the truth,” Kankuro said. “If she can’t handle it, then she’s not the one.”

Temari met his eye, the turquoise of hers reminding him so much of their mother. “… What if she leaves him?”

Kankuro’s emotions were tugged by the sorrow in Temari’s voice. Gaara. His little brother, who had lost so, so much, had lived such a harrowing life. Could he take another disappointment? You running away, as the villagers had? Relapse. What a choice of words.

“I trust Gaara,” Kankuro muttered. “He’s stronger than any of us could have imagined, in more ways than one. He knows the risk better than us, too, and what he can handle. The truth has to prevail. After all, what is love based on?”

Temari stared at him crookedly. “When’d you get so smart?”

Kankuro shrugged, secretly thankful for the sudden levity. “When you weren’t looking.” Another shrug. “By watching the two of you.”

“What did you ever do with that medallion, by the way?”

Kankuro dismissed this with a wave of a hand. “Gave it away, like you said.”

Temari doubled back. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Kankuro tossed a sheet of paper. “You were right; anything worth that much should go to the village. In the end, I was happy to be rid of it. Least I could do.”

Temari eyed him as he resumed his stamping. “You’ve really stepped up, Lord Kazekage. I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, well.” Kankuro chuckled. “Let’s just be grateful it won’t be permanent.”

You forced yourself to eat a balanced meal in the dining hall. You enjoyed the quiet meal and afterward set your mind to finding Gaara and the others — but it turned out you didn’t need to; a servant found you doodling in the hallway who promised to take you to Gaara.

Gaara had sent for you.

He brought you to the roof of the Kazekage’s office. He spoke little; the tension the quiet heightened increased the anxiety already latent in you.

You looked toward him; Gaara’s back was to you, the day’s breeze rustling his hair and the long hem of his crimson coat.

“Gaara …?”

Gaara turned to you. “(Y/n) …” He grimaced, as though the words sitting on his tongue were too bitter for his taste.

You approached him. You had no desire to rush him to speak. Your anxiety spiked a thought — Is he going to confess? — and you drew in a sharp breath. You placed a hand on the railing to steady you, the sandstone stable beneath your palm. You looked out into his village. Cliffs swallowed the village, dramatizing the shadows beginning to creep as the day dwindled.

“We haven’t spoken for a while,” Gaara said. “How’re you feeling?”

“Oh.” Your shrug coincided with a sheepish smile. “Fine … I haven’t been sleeping too well, but otherwise …”

“Perhaps … it’s because we’re not sleeping together anymore,” Gaara said.

Your head shot up, cheeks red. His shy smile dawned realization in you: he’s joking.

“Oh, har-har,” You said. “When did you become so witty?”

“I’ve learned a thing or two from Kankuro, you could say,” Gaara said.

You laughed to yourself. A silence fell, though it was not as awkward as you imagined it might be.

“I am sorry I have spoken to you …”

“It’s all right,” You said. “I’ve been …” You struggled, drumming your hands on the railing. “I mean. Gaara, I’ve —”

That night,” Gaara began. “I’m glad you came to me. That … you haven’t come to fear me. I’m sure you must’ve been afraid — in general, if not … of me.”

“Of course,” You said. You had done a lot of thinking about that. Gaara had been driven to rage to save you. It had been horrible, but it was because the rogue ninja had tried to hurt you. And worse; he had been intending to hold you hostage, to drive your father to action. A tradeoff. And the gods only know what he had planned on doing with you in the space between the beginning of your capture and its end. “You did come to save me — twice, actually. From drowning and from him.”

“I wouldn’t have let either happen.”

You nodded, held his gaze. The comment, though obvious, still sent a warm sense of protection through you. One you had never felt at home. If the rogue had succeeded, would your father have spent a dime to ensure your return? Would you have been worth it? Would it have been out of love or to save himself the embarrassment? You didn’t know. You didn’t know.

Another pause. Gaara broke eye contact first, lowering his gaze to his hand on the railing.

“I’ve been a coward,” Gaara said. “I’ve been … putting off telling you the truth about some things. Allow me an opportunity to share my history with you.”

You blinked before acquiescing with a nod, shifty-eyed though you were.

“Okay,” You said. “But don’t call yourself that; you’re not a coward in the slightest.”

If anything, I’m the coward.

“Reserve your judgment; you may feel differently once I’ve told you everything.”

The sunset colors complimented Gaara so well as he eyed the horizon, seemingly lost in the past.

“Before my birth, the Sand suffered from cuts to our budget from the Wind Daimyo,” Gaara began. “That put the village at a vast disadvantage. The Fourth Kazekage — my father — felt it best to create an ultimate weapon that could heighten the village’s reputation and render us formidable to our rivals. He decided that one of his children would come to house a demon and become that ultimate weapon.”

You froze. A demon. In the sky bound journey to the beach, hand on your hip, Gaara had called it a spirit. Gaara turned to you, appraised your reaction to such a word. Years of practice aided in keeping your expression neutral, and he went on:

“Neither Temari or Kankuro could coexist with this demon, so my father decided I would be the weapon he so desired. By the time I was born, it was already done. It cost me my mother.” Gaara paused. “I was sheltered, like you. My father taught me shinobi arts privately, and I was cared for by my uncle, my mother’s brother, Yashamaru.”

You recognized the name in the madness of the story you were sure was only just beginning.

“The villagers feared me because of what I was, but I kept trying to reach out … I couldn’t understand why I hurt people when I didn’t want to, why I couldn’t be normal.”

You swallowed. A normal girl.

“My father decided that this sentimentality was an impediment to my development as his tool, and so instructed my uncle to kill me —“

“What?” You placed a hand over your heart.

Gaara’s lips quirked in an almost-smile, as though your horror was flattering in some way. “My uncle told me my mother had never loved me, and neither had he, before killing himself … I came to believe my life was the only one that mattered — that the sand that rose to protect me at all costs did so without fail. I believed my reason for existing was to kill others and preserve only myself.”

A self-sharpening tool.

“It was deceit,” Gaara said, facing you now. “My father only wanted me to believe all of this so I could be a proper tool for him. He had tried many times to kill me, but eventually stopped when he realized I could be of use once I had my powers under control. He sent me on missions to terrorize his enemies, and surely I killed many of the ninja from your village as well.”

Your village. Hideo. And yet you could not shave off the sympathy you had for Gaara.

“This is all so morbid,” You said. “How could a father be so cruel …”

And yet here you were, your father’s tool, sent to commit atrocities and seed divisions between your two villages. What if the idea had come to your father’s head and not Rasa’s? It scared you, how easily you could have been used in the exact same fashion. How you already were. Of all the things to have in common with Gaara, it had to be this.

“He wished to protect his village at all costs,” Gaara said hastily. “I understand his choice, though it has caused me great pain.”

You stared in disbelief. How? How could he forgive the Fourth for being so depraved? But you remained silent, sensing Gaara was not done.

“I went on killing, caring for no one but myself,” Gaara said. “My siblings were terrified of me. They hated me. Baki, too. The Sand plotted to attack the Leaf, as you know. We succeeded, partially, but then …”

“But then you met Naruto Uzumaki,” You finished for him. The pieces were beginning to click together.

“Yes,” Gaara said. “He was strong because he had those he loved. I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t understand it. Not at first. But he didn’t come to hate me. He saved me from the emptiness. I had someone who understood me … He changed me.” The dying light was gentle on him as he continued. “I returned to the village, determined to win them over, and show everyone I was sincere in my efforts to live differently and protect them. I discovered my father’s ploys: I really was loved by my mother and Yashamaru, and it only encouraged me to continue on.”

Gaara went on sharing more with you, and when you asked for clarifications, he gave them to you. It was all so much — for you were not a shinobi, but even if you were, it would still be much to swallow — but you tried to remain as silent as you could so as not to interrupt his story.

“I will never truly make up for the mistakes of my past,” Gaara said sorrowfully. “Those like Joseki have made that clear. But I can do what I can to improve.”

Your father hadn’t shared any of this with you. Gaara had been a child. But, you supposed, none of this would have mattered to Father. Your eyes fell over him, admiration flooding you. How could one person be so strong? What an anticlimactic, nihilistic end your mission would have been for Gaara. All that work to change, to do better, all to be murdered in his bed by some harlot …

You resumed your finger-drumming. Gaara raised his head expectantly.

“I am sure this is much to take in,” Gaara said, the edges of his voice tinged with nerves, though he tried to hide it. “But … it was wrong of me to not tell you the moment you arrived in my village. I am sorry.”

“No.” Your eyes stung as you shook your head. “It’s — It’s okay.”

Gaara nodded curtly. He averted his eyes.

“I understand,” You blurted out.

His head shot up. “You do?”

“As much as I can,” You said. “I don’t hold this — any of this — against you, Gaara.” You came forward, felt him flinch as you caressed his cheek. “If men were half as forgiving, half as strong as you, the world would be a better place.”

He held the hand holding him. “Thank you, (Y/n),” Gaara said with all the softness of a feather.

This is it. You swallowed. Tell him now. Your lips parted to speak but not words were forthcoming. Do it! Your vision blurred; warm tears ran tracks down your face. You cried for him — and for yourself. For all you were too weak to say.

If only I could be as strong as you, Gaara …

“No.” Gaara gently thumbed your tears away. “Please, don’t …”

You sniffled, hanging your head low. “M’sorry …”

“I didn’t tell you all of this to upset you.” Gaara inched closer. “Let me be the one to cheer you up after all that. There’s something in the greenhouse I’d like to show you.”

“O — Okay.” You tried a smile. “Anything you say.”

Gaara headed toward the door leading away from the roof. And, besotted, you followed him.

It seemed a simple cactus to you, though Gaara insisted it was different.

“Kankuro gave it to me a day or so after the party,” he explained. “He meant for me to take it with us on our beach trip, but I’m sorry to say I forgot it along the way.”

You evaluated the little desert plant. It was cute. Its rounded leaves raised in a patty-cake like fashion, squat and tiny in its cinnamon-colored pot.

“Probably because I couldn’t understand why it was needed in the first place.” Gaara tilted his head as he inspected the plant further. “I’ve never read about it.”

“It’s not as nice as the one I got you,” You joked, poking the cactus’s leaf, aware of your present-cactus sitting beside on Gaara’s table.

You moved aside when Gaara the botanist came to touch its fat petals. “Kankuro said to drink the water inside.”

Gaara took a small knife from his table and cut into one of the leaves with precision. He took the two little glasses on the table and allowed the water within to leak into them before handing you one.

“Are … Are you sure this is safe?” You asked.

“Kankuro gave it to me.” Gaara picked up the note beside the cactus as you sniffed your glass. “He gave me a note with it that said ‘have fun!’ I don’t know why he wrote that, but I figured this would help lighten the mood and cheer you up after everything I revealed to you.”

“That’s nice.” You glanced at the note before sipping from your glass. You doubled, taken aback by the bittersweet taste. Tart. Like lemon juice. “Wo —Wow.”

Gaara sipped after you. “I see …”

Another sip. You giggled. Relief spread through your veins as the melodrama of the day … fell away … like vapor … for some reason.

Gaara sipped again. “Hm.” His cheeks pinkened.

“I think we should” — You stumbled, placed a hand on the table — “sit down …”

Gaara took your advice. The two of you settled on the floor of one of the greenhouse aisles, admiring the succulents hidden away behind glass displays. Gaara’s gourd sat abandoned by the wall.

Another sip. You giggled some more, hugging yourself. Gaara’s face grew pinker with every sip.

“You’re much prettier than the girls in the Icha Icha novels,” he said.

You cackled and the sound was ugly, witchy almost, in your throat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Ohh, I love those books.”

“They’re very strange.” Gaara tilted his head as though to reconsider. “But very well-written.”

“You only say they’re strange because you don’t understand them.” You nudged Gaara.

“I suppose you’re right about that …” Gaara’s arm brushed yours as he swayed beside you. “Sometimes, one chapter comes back to me in particular. The one where the woman catches her husband with the vacuum cleaner?”

You guffawed. “Oh, that chapter was bitchin’.”

“Yes …” Gaara was blinking a lot. “That’s the word.”

“You’ll come to understand when you have more experience.” You shot your arm in the air. “Time for another lesson —!” You caught yourself about to fall. “Whoa … Hehe!”

Gaara helped to steady you with a ginger touch to your shoulder. “Be careful …”

You faced him, your head lolling against the back drawers. He was so beautiful. A desert hottie. Ha, hot. You pounced on him, fastening a leg over his own to straddle him. Gaara held your hips as you slithered hands under his collar.

“You have nice skin for someone who lives in the desert,” You said.

“Likewise,” he quipped.

You pecked Gaara on the nose before brushing it with your own with a purr.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I want to help you understand the books better,” You sat on him properly, “and why the characters do what they do.”

Gaara held you tight to him. A blink and he was on top of you.

“You’re strong!” You kneaded the muscles of his arms underneath his sleeves.

Gaara bent down to plant a kiss to your neck — before giving you several.

“Mmm …” You turned your head to allow him access to more skin. “Gaara …”

“One of the men in the books does this to the woman before kissing her some more,” Gaara said. “I understand this.”

Your fingers threaded in his hair, keeping him close. “You do?” You murmured.

“Yes,” Gaara whispered. “And when I imagine you in her place, I understand it even more …”

You ran your tongue over the shell of Gaara’s ear as he kissed the junction of your neck and jaw. He shivered under your hands. “You think I’m as pretty as her?”

“Prettier.” He nibbled into the dip at your jaw’s end. “Much prettier.”

Gaara’s lips trailed up your jaw until he kissed your mouth, pulling back only to run his tongue over your lips.

“He did that to her, too.”

You pulled Gaara’s face forward, your lips crashing to his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands buried in his hair as he reciprocated. You nipped and flicked your tongue against his lower lip, yearning your message to be understood. Success; Gaara opened his mouth and your tongues met, running over one another. Gaara’s hands pawed at your breasts; your nipples came to life under his kneading.

“This isn’t — ah — the first time we’ve done this,” You murmured. “Not to me. I’ve had dreams …”

“I’m flattered.” Gaara’s low baritone rumbled on your lips.

“Mmm.” You arched your back as Gaara pinched your nipples. “Aha!”

He bucked into you and you felt the unmistakable stab of his erection. He returned to your neck to bite and lick there.

“We need to be nude, so we can do everything the characters do in the books,” Gaara said, voice husky. “Like — mm — the scene where the man puts his penis in the woman’s mouth …”

You sighed as Gaara tugged on your earlobe. “Okay …” Gaara’s cock in your mouth. Mmmm … Wouldn’t be the first time you’d imagined it …

“Show me,” he ordered.

You rolled him over and heard the fallaway sound of a pot crashing onto the floor, but paid no mind to it as you lifted your shirt and the fishnet with it from your body and tossed both.

“Absolutely, I will.” You guided Gaara’s hands to your bra cups, sighed as he kneaded the soft flesh. “I’d do anything for you, Gaara …”

You were so preoccupied with the buttons of his trench coat you did not hear the door open.

“Gaara?!”

“Lady (Y/n)?!”

You raised your head toward the entrance. Temari and Baki stood in the threshold, mouths agape and blue-faced.

“Hi, guys!” You waved to them.

“You know,” the nurse began, “for someone who doesn’t like to drink, Lord Kazekage sure is under the influence a lot …”

Kankuro looked over his shoulder, murder in his eyes. “’Fuck you say about my brother?”

The nurses jumped.

“Nothing, nothing! My — My — My apologies, Lord Kankuro …!” He said.

They scurried away to continue caring for Gaara and you. The two of you were laid on separate beds, stars in your eyes and surely hallucinating, if the nonsense the two of you spouting was anything to go by.

“Let me get this straight.” Temari pinched the space between her eyebrows. “You gave our brother a psychoactive cactus and planned on getting him high during our beach trip?”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Kankuro cried. “I totally forgot about it and — and we got back and there was all the paperwork that needed to be done —”

“Why is Kankuro’s skin purple?” You asked dreamily, head lolling from side to side. You pointed at him. “That’s way too much makeup, sir!”

Baki sighed against the wall as a wreath of stars spun around your head. Chuuyou stared at you with news eyes — Kankuro doubted your guardian had ever seen you like this — and seemingly at a loss for what to do.

Baki hadn’t said a word since he helped Temari carry the two of you to the infirmary. He asked one of the nurses, “Are they going to be all right?”

“Certainly, Lord Baki,” a nurse said. “They will be fine.”

“(Y/n),” Gaara said. “Shukaku is speaking to me … He’s telling me about a great skin regimen!”

“The sand demon?” You gasped. “Tell me!”

Baki blinked at the nurse.

“Uh, the psychoactive elements of the purple pandemonium cactus will run their course,” he said, “then, they will be fine.”

“Purpl —? This is such a mess.” Temari facepalmed. “I should be kicking your ass, Kankuro —“

“Don’t,” Gaara urged dreamily. “Peace must prevail …”

“I can’t believe you thought this” — Temari gestured to the two of them — “would be funny.”

“At least they didn’t …” Baki stalled, blanching, “ … go too far.”

The three of them stood in an awkward pause. Apparently, you had been found shirtless while riding his poor brother like a pony. Kankuro, already considering you more of a sister than anything, cringed at the mental image. You were so dignified, all without being the snob he had anticipated when he first met you. You would be horrified once the cactus water wore off and you returned to your senses. He sighed; even when he tried to fix his problems, he caused more of them.

“I’m sorry,” Kankuro pressed. “This is all my fault. I’m not denying it. But we’ve got bigger problems now; neither of them can be seen like this — and what if they were seen? It’s not like those greenhouse windows are tinted.”

“One problem at a time, Kankuro,” Baki insisted, exasperated.

“For the time being, at least they’re all right,” Temari said. She turned to Kankuro and sighed. “I’m … starting to think maybe you’re right.”

Kankuro raised his brows in surprise. “Do my ears deceive me?”

Temari looked back to Gaara, limp on the bed as nurses minded his vitals. “I think I do have a mommy problem. I saw them in the greenhouse getting all … Y’know, and I was horrified — but not for the right reasons. I was thinking about Gaara’s … innocence. Not his political career. And then I wondered: why? Gaara’s a grown man. He can make his own decisions.”

“Lord Kazekage!” one of the nurses tried to hold Gaara down. “You must stay put —!”

“But the sun looks like Naruto Uzumaki!” Gaara insisted. “We have to go outside; he wants to tell us how to make ramen to honor the gods!”

“Maybe he shouldn’t be making his own decisions right now,” Kankuro quipped.

Temari managed a weak laugh as the nurses relaxed her brother. “I shouldn’t have an opinion on his sex life. I’m just so used to protecting the two of you. I’ve done it all my life. But, I need to let go …” She looked up at Kankuro. “Do you think he told her?”

“Uh.” Kankuro scratched his head. “She knows who Shukaku is? So, uh-huh. I’m guessing it went well.”

“Too well.” Temari blinked. “All joking aside, you’re right; this can’t get out. It would cause a scandal and put Gaara at a disadvantage. His role as Kazekage would be in question.”

“We’ll do some reconnaissance,” Baki said. You started singing to yourself, waving your arms in the air, attending some invisible concert, and he sighed. “Do you know how long the effects last, Kankuro?”

“Erm,” Kankuro said. “Let’s just say they’ve got a long night ahead of them.”

You cracked eyes open — only to be met with the headache to end all headaches.

You moaned, shifted to your side. Your vision was blurry as you pressed one side of your face into the pillow, the other eye focused enough to see Baki in a chair beside you.

“What happened?” You croaked at him.

“It’s all right.” The creak of a chair, a hand caressing your back that must have been Baki’s. “There was an … incident.”

“Oh, good, she’s awake!” a feminine voice said, definitely Temari’s.

“My head …” You lay on your back, frowning at the throb in your head. Baki placed a hand on your forehead.

“The headache must come from being dehydrated,” he said. “Temari, get the nurses.”

“What?” You groaned as Temari left to obey Baki. “What are you talking about? What incident —?”

You froze. Your eyes grew wide. Reality nudged — then crashed and burned beside you.

Each new memory unlocked compounded your horror. The cactus, the sluttiness — oh, not to mention the night before where you and Gaara bumbled all night long, reduced to toddlers the nurses had to work overtime to care for.

“Oh gods.” You curled into a ball, burning with shame. Gaara! You propped up, turned to see Gaara on the bed beside you, quiet but awake and averting your eyes. You laid flat on your back, the ceiling light blinking at you. Baki moved to turn it off so as to not aggravate your headache, your only light now filtering in through the window. “Baki, I’m a disgrace.”

“No, you’re not,” Baki assured you.

How can he say that? If father hears about this, he’ll murder me. That was the best case scenario. You rubbed your sore throat. What if someone learned of the poison in your necklace …

The necklace. You caressed your bare neck. The necklace that was gone.

It was gone .

You shot up, headache be damned. Temari had returned with nurses, a hand maneuvering the necklace to place a glass of water closer to you.

“Give that back!” You cried. “Right now!”

Heads turned to you. Temari froze.

You caught yourself. “Sorry, I … I’m sorry. Thank you,” You added as a nurse carried a food tray to you. “It’s just — that’s precious to me, and —”

“It’s all right.” Temari chuckled as she offered you the necklace. “I know you have questions and it’s a long story, but basically it’s all Kankuro’s fault. So, don’t worry.”

You nodded, head thumping; your previous outburst had done nothing to assuage it.

“Drink the water first,” Baki instructed.

You did as he asked, sipping the glass of water. You fastened your necklace around your neck miserably before addressing the tray of food. You didn’t want to look at food, but —

“(Y/n) …”

Gaara had abandoned his bed and came to yours. He stood before you. You blinked as he bowed.

“I’m sorry for all of this,” he said. “Truly. I should have been more careful.”

“Oh, Gaara,” You cooed. “No …”

“I haven’t been a good host. My behavior in the greenhouse was … perverted.”

“We weren’t in control of our actions,” You pressed. I can’t say I regret it entirely, either …

Gaara looked away. “I know women like to wait until they’re married for … that sort of thing.”

“It couldn’t be helped, I think,” You assured him with a nervous laugh.

“Both of you should eat,” a nurse said gently as a second dropped another tray off at the foot of Gaara’s bed. “The psychoactive properties of the cactus have clearly worn off quite a bit, but we shouldn’t get too cocky. Light meals will help.”

Gaara nodded to the nurse.

“So, (Y/n),” Temari said. “Is my brother a good kisser or what?”

You spluttered. Baki nearly dropped the tray he was adjusting for you.

“Te — Temari!” You couldn’t breathe.

Temari snickered. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

It was another day and countless glasses of water later before your symptoms eroded completely. You were sure your vision would forever be tinted purple before that, too, cleared up. The nurses cleared you from the infirmary and you thanked them a thousand times over for their help, and apologized they had to work so hard.

But you were pleased. You were free and you could eat solids again! You were nearly at the end of your second week in Sunagakure, and it had felt like an eternity.

Gaara was avoiding you; he had been allowed to leave the infirmary before you and had not returned to visit you. You couldn’t find him anywhere. Maybe it was for the best, you thought, strolling around the sand palace. Memories of the greenhouse blared more vivid than ever. The kisses, Gaara’s hands on your skin, what you had said to each other. Your face grew hot to recall it. Would you ever be able to face him again?

You groaned as you turned a corner. And just when we had made so much progress. Gaara had opened up to you and, though you hadn’t afforded him the same courtesy out of fear, you had been overjoyed to earn his vulnerability. Your shoulders dipped in disappointment when you came across a door you hadn’t seen before. It was arched with a golden knob. Movement from within. You did the polite thing and knocked.

“Come in.” It was Kankuro’s voice.

With that, you pushed the door open and looked around — it was a museum of puppets. Some sitting on the floor while others hung from the ceiling. It all would’ve been rather creepy, if not for Kankuro in the center, Crow in his lap like a baby while his father polished his arm.

“Oh,” Kankuro’s voice depressed. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Better than ever. I haven’t seen you in days.” You closed the door. “What’ve you been up to?”

“Oh …” Kankuro smiled faintly. “Yeah, sorry about that … I finished up paperwork early today, so decided to get back to my old hobby.” He lifted Crow’s arm to indicate his old hobby. “I’m sorry about the whole cactus thing. I haven’t been able to formally apologize; no time …”

“It’s okay, really!” You said.

“It’s really not,” Kankuro said. “What if we had needed Gaara to be, y’know, lucid?”

“We didn’t need to dive right into it the way we did. We could’ve inspected it some more.”

“You weren’t as cautious because you trusted me,” Kankuro said. He sighed. “Don’t try to make me feel better. I deserve to feel like shit.”

You leaned against his table. “Where did you even get it? Where’d you hear about it?”

“Read about it,” Kankuro said. “It was in one of the books I had sent to the office while I was doing research on …” He paused. “Other stuff … I thought it’d be funny.”

A beat. “It was kind of funny,” You said.

“Maybe.” Kankuro lowered Crow’s arm to face you. “But, it was irresponsible, really, with everything going on.”

You couldn’t refute that, but you didn’t want Kankuro feeling bad, either. You liked him happy.

You tried to throw Kankuro a bone. “It could’ve been worse.”

“What if you and Gaara had gotten like that when that rogue had attacked you? What if it had a violent effect on Gaara and he hurt you or went on a rampage? What if it had killed you both?”

All horrific scenarios. All totally possible. The bone plunged into the abyss. “Huh … May — Maybe don’t think about those things?”

“The truth is …” Kankuro began. “It was fun to be able to relate to Gaara as a brother first and the Kazekage second, like old times. I was thrilled about having a new edition to our family. Nervous at first, obviously, but then I met you, and you were so …” Kankuro motioned toward you. “You. The last few years have been so bloody. The Fourth Ninja War and everything. Madara — you don’t need to know who that is, honestly, count yourself lucky. It was nice to have things be so lighthearted … But, I got carried away. I truly am sorry.”

You said nothing, soaking in the indirect flattery. You watched as Kankuro cradled Crow in his lap. “You really love Gaara, don’t you?”

Kankuro, satisfied with his job, set Crow aside. “I do. After everything he’s been through — after everything Rasa put him through … He’s really come far. Far beyond what anyone would have expected of him. He’s gained the respect of our whole village. I hate that I might’ve jeopardized that.”

“He told me,” You said. “About his past.”

Kankuro waited expectantly. “And …?”

“It changes nothing about the way I’ve come to feel about him,” You said. “Besides deepening my respect. I wish there was some way I could excise the pain he’s suffered from all he’s come to learn from it.”

Kankuro appeared stunned. “That’s … I feel the exact same way.”

He’s so much like Hideo. You tilted your head, and it was like seeing a reflection in water. You found your brother’s face in Kankuro’s.

“Don’t worry about anything.” Hideo’s smile replaced the sun. “No matter what, I’ll always be there for you.”

Kankuro stared. “Hey. (Y/n)?”

“… Yes?”

He stared. “Promise me, no matter what, you’ll take care of Gaara. Be a good wife to him? He deserves that.”

Your heart lurched, but you remained still.

“I will,” You whispered. “I promise.”

You couldn’t bear Kankuro’s presence anymore and so promised to see him at dinner. You stalked the halls like a ghost before venturing toward the hall leading to your room.

You retired to your room, tired from nothing.

A hawk waited for you.

Panic seized your heart and wet your palms. The hawk flapped its wing in hello as your stomach spun and spun and spun.

Oh, gods. You could see your father’s wrath seeping from the letter. You wanted to hole up in the corner and die, but your hands worked to undo the letter from the hawk’s latch.

You waited a beat or two before unfurling it. The hawk abandoned your window, leaving you alone with your father’s words. You exhaled through chattering teeth and braced the moment you saw the black ink.

Dearest (Y/n), Forgive me.

“What?” You gawked, sinking to the foot of your bed.

My sweet girl, my precious star come from heaven to grace my earth, will you forgive an old man of his foibles? I have spent these last few days deep in thought. I have been horrible to you. My only daughter. It is only natural you come to despise me. How Hideo would despise me as well, if he knew. However, only the gods could comprehend how much I’ve missed you. By the time you receive this letter, I will be on my way to Sunagakure —

“What?!” You slipped to the floor.

— to help with the wedding preparations. I long to meet my future son-in-law. Please let everyone know I mean to arrive in a matter of days. Yours truly, Father.

You set the letter aside.

Your father was coming here.

And no word about the mission you had been sent on. He only desired to meet Gaara. Hope brightened inside of you. Maybe he meant it …? Hell, after the weeks you’d had, you were ready to believe anything. Only one clue suggested Father’s change of heart might be real:

He never left the Oasis village. In all your life, he had been too paranoid to step one foot away from his home. And why, if you were already here? If he was sincere …

If he was sincere … You were free.

You would never have to reveal your mission — or even better, maybe your father would reveal it all and ask for forgiveness? The future — always so bleak — vivified, star-bright inside you. The dream became more of a reality to you. You could marry Gaara and put this all behind you …

Or it was all a trick, and the old man plotted to strangle you in your sleep. That was possible, too.

You had only one option: wait until you could speak to your father in person. If you tried to go forth with his wishes or expose the plan, what if you ruined everything forever? If he was coming, a confrontation with him would either confirm or deny your wishes.

You wouldn’t get in your own way. You would wait for him to come and reveal his true colors.

You went to bed with a letter you left intact.

You twirled your fork at the breakfast table, eyes on the door. Everyone else was present — Kankuro, Temari, even Baki, who joined for breakfast occasionally. Gaara was the missing link. Apparently, he had resumed his place in the office for the morning. But the truth was glaring: Gaara was still avoiding you.

You slammed your fork down after a ten minute grace period. “This is just silly! He can’t still be thinking about the greenhouse!”

“He can,” Baki said, arms crossed. “Speaking of, from what we gathered, neither of you were seen. And there’s been no gossip our shinobi have picked up on the streets —”

“That’s all important, but that’s not what I meant,” You dismissed with a sigh. “He’s still ashamed personally. I don’t see why, though; I took it as a compliment.”

Baki cleared his throat as Temari and Kankuro snickered, the former rotating her plate for no reason at all.

“I’ve already forgiven him and it wasn’t his fault! He’s a man,” You continued to rant. For once, you could enjoy his company without the mission hanging over your head, and today he chose to be absent? “He has urges, and so what? So do I —“

“Perhaps something came up.” Baki hastened to change the subject. “Gaara’s not known to be late.”

“He’s been avoiding me for days,” You pressed. With a pout, you added, “I was hoping we could discuss something …”

You hadn’t dropped the news of your father’s coming yet.

Kankuro shrugged. “Maybe he doesn’t know how to speak to you after all that.”

“You stay out of this,” Temari teased.

“Speaking of matters to discuss,” Baki said. “I choose to join you all today because many shinobi from Oasis and Suna will be at this wedding,” Baki turned to you. “We’ll, of course, need to combine the traditions of both villages so as not to aggravate either. I wanted to know if there were any specific traditions we need to keep in mind.”

“Well, actually,” You began. “I think we should wait a little longer to talk about this. My f —“

A ninja poofed into the dining room, crouched in a bow.

“What’s happening?” Temari set her food aside, alert.

“Lord Kazekage has requested an audience with you all,” the ninja said. “It is of the utmost importance.”

The four of you piled into the Kazekage’s office and were greeted with the sounds of crying. Gaara’s back was turned to you all as he looked out the window. A girl was kneeling on the floor, sobbing.

“What’s going on here?” Baki shut the door. “What’s the meaning of this?”

Temari appraised the girl — she gawked. “Matsuri?”

Matsuri’s sob wracked her body.

“Why is she crying?” Kankuro asked. “Gaara?”

Gaara turned to face the group, looking crestfallen. He raised his hand and a letter appeared.

The ninja who had brought you all stepped forward. “Matsuri was caught conversing with some gossip columnist about what she saw in the greenhouse a few days ago.”

The room erupted in cries of confusion.

“What?” Kankuro said.

“You can’t be serious!” Temari cried out.

Your gaze remained on Gaara, but he wouldn’t look at you.

“It wasn’t me!” Matsuri was hysterical, waving her hand out. “It wasn’t! It was forged!”

“She was seen by some personnel. She was leaving the ‘office,’” the ninja was heavy on air quotes, “of the columnist only a few hours ago.”

“No!” Matsuri howled. “I’d never do that!”

“You might, if you thought it would send (Y/n) home.” You could hear the sharp disappointment in Temari’s voice as she approached Matsuri. “Remember how sad you were at the party? You even asked me if Gaara had to marry, if there was some way he could reconsider.”

Matsuri stammered as heads turned to her.

“I even had to step away to console you,” Temari added. She sighed, and with a voice fit for scolding a child: “Do you have … any idea what this could do to Gaara’s reputation?”

You backed away until you hit a wall, anxiety squeezing breath out of your lungs and refusing to let new oxygen in.

“Please, I didn’t do it!” Matsuri cried. “Please, please —”

“This is bad,” Baki hissed. “What if the council learns of this?”

“They may already know if she’s” — Kankuro shot a finger in Matsuri’s direction — “been unloading our dirty laundry everywhere. You know how quickly rumors spread— and the old geezers like to pretend they’re above it all. They’ll be the first to get the scope.”

Oh gods. Not this. Not now. Having this all happen privately was one thing, but now the village could know?

And your father, who was coming to the village? Father would know.

No. No. If he had new plans, would this ruin those, too? You couldn’t breathe; there would be no surviving his rage. Slut, whore, harlot. He would disown you.

No, keep it down. You can’t panic now. No. No.

“It wasn’t me …” Matsuri sobbed miserably. “Please …”

“Matsuri,” Gaara said, the first word he had spoken since you had all arrived. “Stand up. Please.”

Matsuri obeyed, standing slowly to meet her maker. She wrung hands in her tear-stained shirt.

“We all believe in second chances here,” Gaara said.

“Not all of us,” Kankuro hissed.

“And the truth has yet to be revealed to its full capacity.” Gaara ignored his brother. “They’ll be a hearing for you. Understand?”

Matsuri sniffed, knowing better than to argue with her Kazekage, and nodded. Gaara gestured something you did not understand and more ninja appeared, kneeling before him.

“Send her away,” Gaara told them. “Keep eyes on her, but do not harm her.”

They did so, dragging Matsuri out the door, one of her arms in one of theirs.

“What an idiot!” Kankuro slammed a hand against the desk. “Just when we thought she finally got over her little crush on you — but no, she just had to double down!” He threw his hands up. “This is ridiculous! How can she say she loves you and then go and —”

“This is all your fault!” Temari rounded on him. “You and your fucking purple pandemonium —“

“We have to think of the future now,” Baki said. “We must work to mitigate the damage Matsuri might have caused.”

“I knew this was going to come to bite us in the ass somehow.” Temari moaned into her hand. “It can’t get any worse …”

“It can.” You were about to shatter to pieces. You stood outside of yourself, seeing words leave your mouth. “I received a letter from my father last night. He’s on his way.”

…

The room erupted.

“Thanks for jinxing it, Temari!” Kankuro shouted.

“What?” Temari cried. “He’s coming here? He can’t!”

“He can,” Gaara said calmly. “That’s good news, isn’t it? I finally get to meet my future father-in-law.”

“Lord Kazekage,” Baki said. “Read the room.”

“He can’t come now!” Temari picked at her ponytails. “We have nothing prepared for him! We haven’t even started preparing for the wedding yet!”

“He’d like to help with preparations, actually,” You said, desperate to cling to something to keep yourself grounded. “H — How, I have no idea —”

“He cannot learn of this, most of all,” Baki said.

Finally, Gaara’s eyes found you. He studied you as the others argued. He stepped away from his desk and came to you.

“Who wants to bet with our luck he already knows,” Kankuro threw up his hands.

“We can’t think the worst,” Baki said.

“All because of a stupid plant!” Temari cried.

“Everyone calm down,” Gaara said above the chaos.

Heads turned to him. His attention was on you, however; he took your hand in his. His calm pulse, thrumming through his palm, soothed your own.

“The villagers are not nearly as fickle as all that,” he muttered. “They will understand (Y/n) and I are young and soon to be married.”

It was a few seconds before Kankuro shrugged. “You know, he’s got a point.”

“That may be true, Lord Kazekage,” Baki began. “But you will have detractors who will take this misstep to create division.”

“Certainly,” Gaara said without a beat passed. “The next few days will be essential. Without a doubt, the council will want a word with me. We will handle that as a team. We can also address Matsuri,” Gaara paused; the hurt darkened his face. “and prepare for Lord Boutoku’s arrival.

No one spoke, but you could feel the spirits in the room lifting.

Gaara smiled faintly. “Even if we must spend all day working out these issues, it will get done.”

“All right, Gaara. You win.” Kankuro sighed and turned to Baki. “Mind splitting that migraine medication with me?”

“I second that,” Temari said.

By the time preparations were ironed out, it was sundown.

“Sheesh,” Kankuro said. “I’ve never wanted to rest so bad.” He held the door open for all of you. “You coming?”

“I’ll be a moment,” Gaara said. “I would like to speak to (Y/n) for a while.”

With no objections, Kankuro, Temari, and Baki exited, leaving you alone with your fiancé.

The moment they were gone, you collapsed into a chair. Despite your fatigue, though, you were blown away by Gaara’s strength. Nothing threw him off. And despite your spiraling — and the spiraling of everyone else — he had simply taken control. You could see why he was the Kazekage.

It was so attractive.

“(Y/n),” Gaara said, coming to the front of the desk with arms crossed. “I noticed you earlier. Your breathing was rapid, and you looked ill. Are you all right?”

The panic inside of you then was the panic inside of you now. You had only numbed it with Gaara’s help, but it had manifested in other ways, like the exhaustion gnawing at your bones now.

“… No,” You said.

Gaara knelt. “It’s all right not to be.”

His words uncorked something in you. Pain stabbed your throat, and the heat under your skin disturbed you. “I’m so afraid …”

Gaara came forward and enveloped you in a hug. Once you recovered from the surprise, you hid in the crook of his shoulder. He was steady, an anchor for you to cling to. You hugged him harder.

“I won’t allow for this arrangement to fail,” he said. “I will prove myself worthy of you.”

You laughed in disbelief. “Like you haven’t already?” You leaned back to meet his eye. “You were so strong and composed. I know how much Matsuri means to you, and I’m sorry. Thank you. I … I don’t think I could do any of this without you. I’m so tired.”

Humility hung Gaara’s head. “I am happy to have impressed you. I feel fatigued, as well. And …” He blushed. “If circumstances were different, I would prefer for you to share my bed like before. When we were in my tent …”

Ah, yes. Sleeping … Sleeping with Gaara. Weren’t there other ways to deal with stress?

You withdrew your hands. You did not want to think about sleeping with Gaara. Not now.

Gaara moved away as well. Neither of you spoke in the elastic stretch of time. Your eyes flickered to his lips … You thought of how he had kissed you, licked you in the greenhouse. How ready he was to devour you. Show me. You shivered. What you wouldn’t give for him to top you now, your legs wrapped around him as he laid you onto his desk …

You cleared your throat as you left your chair. You looked away from Gaara’s face before he could notice the hungry expression lingering on yours.

“I know you’re not feeling your best,” Gaara said. “But is there anything I can do to help?”

Please don’t ask me that. There’s so much you could do — do to me.

“No,” You said. “I’m better now, Gaara. Really!”

Gaara was not convinced. “I don’t like it when you lie about your feelings.”

His bluntness surprised you.

I lie to you all the time, you just don’t know.

He stepped toward you. He was only a few inches taller than you, but with such a commanding presence, he loomed. “I hope you don’t think I’ve been avoiding you.”

You raised your head, desperately trying to hold your own. “Oh no?”

“It’s the truth.” Gaara’s fingers grazed your own. “Despite leaving the infirmary before you, it took me some time to recover from … all we did.”

You swallowed. Were you supposed to take that as an insult or a compliment?

“I’m not usually touched,” Gaara said. “Nor do I touch others … But sometimes, I still feel you on my skin.” He wrapped fingers around yours. “Please, let me be the one to bring you peace. If you need me to …”

You blushed. What was he saying? You couldn’t talk about this! Not now! And … You couldn’t use him to make yourself feel better.

“Gaara …” You backed away, your fingers falling from his grasp in the process. “I’m so tired. If I seem off, it’s because I need to sleep. Thank you for everything. I mean it. But I really am fine.” You bowed to show your respect for his compassion. “Goodnight.”

Gaara let the moment fall. He studied you still as you inched toward the door, but did nothing to stop you.

“Goodnight,” he muttered to you as you hurried out the door.

You returned to your room hot for an entirely different reason. You changed into a nightgown before slipping into bed, but the idea of sleep was risible as your skin tortured you with phantom memories of Gaara’s lips at your neck, hands at your breasts, erection pressing into your inner thigh …

What would he have done had the two of you gone uninterrupted? He was clearly inexperienced, but his passion could make up for that …Definitely. You squeezed your legs. You would show him what to do and then, just like before, his fervor would lead the way …

You throbbed.

You couldn’t sleep like this.

You shivered at the memory of Gaara’s baritone in your ear, hot breath on your skin …

“Gaara …” You breathed into your pillow as your hand snaked past the hem of your nightgown. Your fingertips grazed the fat of your clothed vulva. You gasped; the sharp pleasure sent you squeezing your thighs together. You fidgeted to allow your hand more access, tapped your clit gently.

Gaara’s weight came over you. His tongue ran across yours, a moan low in his throat as you unclasped the buttons of his trench coat —

“Mm …” You slipped your hand past the elastic of your panties. Your folds, already moist, wet your fingers as you found a rhythm.

“(Y/n) …” Gaara’s erection kneaded into your thigh, poking as his lips sucked against the tender spots of your neck. His hands shadowed your bare breasts as he bucked into you —

“Don’t stop!” You clung to him as he fucked you, his cock stuffing you. “Just like that, come on, oh, gods —“

You flicked and worked your clit, quickening your pace as you replayed the mental image of engulfing Gaara’s cock, your fingers now his in your reimagining. You rolled on your back and spread your legs for easier access to your clit, your breath tapering into soft pants.

“Come, (Y/n),” Gaara ordered — in that tone, with that voice. “Come for me, come …!”

“Gaara!” Your head fell into the pillow, your fingers frantically circling your clit as your walls clenched around nothing. You held Gaara in your mind as stars exploded behind your eyelids. You settled your back, pained from arching, into the mattress. You rolled your fingers now from pure habit as you rode out your climax.

You pulled your fingers away from your slick folds, overrun with arousal. You should get up, clean yourself, but the exhaustion seduced your eyes to flutter closed, and sleep took you instead.

Members of the Suna council filtered into the room — and froze when they spotted the four of you already seated.

You corrected your posture, forced a poker face you had come to master. Today, you discarded the casual wear you had become used to and had opted for one of the many kimonos you had brought to Sunagakure. It seemed the right thing to do. You strove to use every tool in your arsenal to appear ladylike and good-natured. Especially after your … eventful night.

“Elders.” Gaara greeted them with a respectful nod, though he remained seated.

“Wha —“ Joseki stammered. “How —?”

“It seems,” Ebizo began, studying Gaara as he found a seat, “our Lord Kazekage has beaten us to the punch.”

You eyed the group but could find no female. “Where is Ikanago?”

“If you must know,” Ebizo grunted as he lowered into his seat, “Lady Ikanago was so excited to hear about this … greenhouse fiasco, she had an accident at home and now nurses a broken hip. She will be absent for our meetings until further notice.”

“I’m …” You struggled as Kankuro snickered from across you, “sorry to hear about that.”

“If the Kazekage insists, then we will get to the point,” Joseki said. He still stood as his contemporaries sat, ready to round on Gaara. “What is this we’ve been hearing about drugs and — and orgies?”

“Pardon?” Temari said.

Oh no. You resisted a facepalm; it sounded like the rumors were doing what all rumors did: bifurcate, multiply, mutate. So the story now was that you and Gaara were throwing orgies while getting high? This was what you had to deal with? For the first time since worries about rumors began, you felt a surge of resentment for Matsuri.

Thanks a lot .

“Nothing but mendacious chatter, I assure you,” Gaara’s voice was placid, ever composed. He sat with you on his right, siblings on his left, his fingers knitted together on the table. “Please, Elder, sit down.”

“Reckless, My Lord, reckless — even if the rumors are exaggerated!” Goza leaned forward. “Under the influence, again? My Lord, we warned you about a second time.”

“And I abided by the warning,” Gaara retorted. “I was simply caught unawares.”

“Lord Kazekage,” Ryusa said, already exasperated. “It is only a matter of time before this information travels outside of the village. We will be a laughing stock!”

“And what of your student? This Matsuri?” Sajo said. “She’s awaiting a hearing! Who will attend it?”

The council room flared with so much chatter it was hard to decipher who was saying what where.

“So disgraceful —”

“If she’s proven guilty —?”

“We cannot afford what this gossip will cost us —!”

You glanced at Joseki, who was silent. And why wouldn’t he be? All he had to do was allow the council to speak for him. This is what he’s always wanted: for the council to turn against Gaara …

“Lord Kazekage,” Ebizo spoke above the rest, compelling the others to silence, “understands his role as Kage. I highly doubt anything that has been said today hasn’t been considered by himself a thousand times over.”

“We can only wonder, now, can’t we?” Sajo shot a finger toward you. “And what do you have to say for yourself?”

You shot him your coldest noblewoman stare in return. “I do not tremble at the prospect of foul rumors and neither does my fiancé; only the shallow entertain them.”

“Perhaps you should,” Sajo replied. “You are to be married to Lord Kazekage in a month’s time. You are meant to be a lady and yet you run around like a — ”

“Enough.”

Despite the council’s attempts to intimidate him, Gaara’s title and gravitas forced them quiet. Heads turned to him expectantly, but for seconds more he built anticipation.

Oh, boy, here it comes …

“For years, I have suffered the cold harangues of this council,” Gaara began. “You have given me orders. You have insulted my family. Yet, I have taken it all in stride for the good of the village and those of you who purport to love it and hold it in high esteem.”

“Lo —Lord Kazekage.” Sajo gaped at his Kazekage. “Do you accuse us of simple lip service?”

“Sajo is right,” Ryusa said. “You can’t expect —?”

“I expect you to advise me.” Gaara stood and pressed palms flat on the table. “So, advise me. If you love this village as much as you say, you will rally behind me. You will help to alleviate the chaos this incident might have caused. So far, I have received aid only from my siblings, future wife, and former sensei. This is what they have come up with.” Gaara motioned to Temari. “My sister, Lady Temari, will take to the streets to answer questions. My brother, Lord Kankuro, will carry the brunt of this incident and admit it was caused by his prank. Though, I doubt the people of the Sand will be so quick to throw me away on simple gossip as my council.”

“I agree with Lord Kazekage,” Baki said. “I think his role in defeating Madara Uchiha will have certainly solidified their love for him.”

Kankuro held up defensive hands. “Just our opinion, however.”

“Regardless,” Gaara went on as if neither Baki or Kankuro had spoken, “whether or not we succeed in containing and curtailing this mishap will be on your hands as well as mine.”

No one spoke. It was a tall order; something told you the urge to critique the young Kage while feeling no responsibility to guide him was a tantalizing one. But if his failure was theirs? Less so.

You thought of how timid Gaara was with you upon your first meeting, how even a hand hold had seemed promiscuous. He was a gentleman always, and the insinuation he would rope you into group sex — and it would be easy for many to believe — was not funny to you. Your boiling blood challenged your poker face. Do they really have so little faith in him? After everything he’s done?

Ebizo was first to break the silence. “My sister, Lady Chiyo, had faith in our Lord Kazekage. As do I. He is a strong man, one of conviction.” Ebizo gazed at you consolingly. “And Lady (Y/n), though I know little of her, shows bravery in facing these rumors head on. Their mistakes are ones any one of us would have made in our youth. These are peaceful times, fit for celebration. Perhaps these two got carried away with their feelings. I agree with Lord Kazekage’s assessment of the situation.”

You mouthed a thank you to Ebizo and caught his imperceptible nod your way.

“As do I.”

Your lips parted in astonishment as the attention went to Joseki.

“I, of all of you, have been the most harsh on Lord Kazekage.” Joseki cast his gaze on the table. “We can only hope to earn his forgiveness by dedicating ourselves to his rule.”

The council gazed at one another with surprise and confusion. This time no one spoke for a different reason.

Ikanago’s spoken to him, You theorized with relief. Or maybe it was you, so willing to vacation with Gaara despite his warnings. He hadn’t managed to scare you off. Had that counted for anything?

Gaara motioned to you. “My fiancé has something to announce to you all.”

On cue, you stood, swallowing your nerves along the way. You squared your shoulders as you said, “My father, Lord Boutoku, will be arriving in a matter of days.”

Excited murmurs sounded among the council.

“A shame Ikanago won't be here for that,” Kankuro said under his breath.

“We will need your help in preparing a warm greeting for him,” You continued.

The initial chaos of the meeting mellowed into an enthused optimism as it came to a close. The council members sung a completely different tune now, praising Gaara and overjoyed at the prospect of your father’s arrival. Sajo approached you, seemingly to apologize for his almost-comment, but Gaara stepped in front of you, armed with a pointed look, and Sajo hurriedly excused himself from the hall.

“You did so well, little brother.” Kankuro patted Gaara on the shoulder as the elders left. Only you, Baki, and his siblings were left.

“Excellent, truly, Lord Kazekage,” Baki added.

“Truly flawless!” Temari said, looking impressed as she crossed her arms.

Gaara pinkened under the praise. The gravitas befitting his station had vanished, leaving only the man you knew. He nodded sheepishly at his siblings but eyed you.

“I don’t think,” You stepped toward him, “anyone could’ve done better.”

Gaara smiled.

“It is too bad about Ikanago’s hip, though,” You added.

“Not surprising news.” Kankuro gathered up significant papers at the table. “These relics would rather die than retire so those younger than them can come in and actually change things.” He laid a hand over his heart. “I, on the other hand, will retire by the ripe age of thirty — at the latest.”

“We all hope you do,” Temari joked.

Days passed. Preparations for your father’s arrival were laid out, and Gaara, most of all, was happy he wouldn’t be caught by surprise by his future father-in-law.

Despite your bleak anecdotes, Gaara was excited to meet him. You refused to dull his enthusiasm by sharing anything too intimate, especially since it seemed your father would be on his best behavior anyway.

Maybe. Oh, gods, you hoped so.

There was still Matsuri to handle, but Gaara told you they would delay her hearing until he had ample time for it.

“It’s so weird seeing you behind that desk now,” You said to Gaara.

Gaara was back to work as Kazekage after his long sabbatical. Kankuro and Temari assisted in ceding him urgent paperwork and documentation. Kankuro told him he could hold down the fort for a little longer, but Gaara had insisted.

“It’s for the best.” Gaara smiled at you.

“Maybe it is,” Kankuro teased. “We see what happens when our little brother has too much free time on his hands.”

“I’d like to thank you, too, Kankuro,” Gaara said, “for all your hard work.”

“Ah, Gaara …” Kankuro grinned. “What are brothers for?”

Gaara sobered. “I prefer Lord Kazekage.”

Kankuro’s ease tapered. “Oh, I — I —“

Gaara smiled. “Just kidding.”

You and Temari laughed as Kankuro wrapped an arm around Gaara and pulled him in for a side-hug.

“You got me!” Kankuro said. “I really have grown on you!”

Temari and Kankuro left Gaara to it. You were alone with him; the silence rang in your ears. You sighed into it. Could it be? Were you actually … relaxed? After the whirlwind, also referred to as the last few days, you were calm. The room had been decluttered of extraneous plants and puppets and now appeared too bare to you. Emptied. You studied the paperwork pile, handed Gaara a sheet of paper stamped with importance.

Gaara accepted it. “Thank you.”

You let your hand dangle in the air. “Can you believe it?”

He raised his head. “What?”

“Exactly.” You smiled. “It’s actually quiet. What did we do to deserve it?”

Gaara echoed your joy with a small smile. “You’re right. I’m used to Temari and Kankuro yelling at each other on their way out.”

You giggled. For a moment, you stared at him working, his motions rhythmic. Slip, read, stamp. Slip, read, stamp. Your gaze trailed up his forearms until you noticed the hunch at his shoulders.

“You still seem a bit tense.”

“Hm.” Gaara’s attention was on a document. “There’s still much to do and not all of it pleasant.”

You came around the desk, your heels clicking against the floor, until you were behind Gaara. You chuckled with surprise; he seemed not to notice you. Perhaps he thought you were looking out the window? You settled hands on his shoulders from behind.

He paused. You kneaded his shoulders, unsure if you were doing it right until Gaara’s groan vindicated you.

Gaara cleared the gravel from his throat. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to be the only one relaxed.”

Gaara leaned into your touch. His shoulders fell as he sighed. His hair brushed against your lower stomach. You leaned forward, your arms crisscrossing around his chest, your cheek brushing against his. Gaara met your eye, his heartbeat thrumming against your wrist, a sound thundering in the taut quiet.

His hand slipped past your neck, fingers pressing into the onset of your spine. “Come.”

Don’t use that word, please.

Gaara plucked the hem of your top to beckon you. This was a bad idea … And yet you inclined as he did, his magnetism too great to resist, and your lips met.

“Gaa …” He kissed his name away. Gaara caressed your cheek, deepening the kiss as a consequence. It was neither the timid kiss in the lagoon nor the lustful kiss in the greenhouse. It sat at the nexus of both, familiar and new. Lingering. You craved more. You tried to voice his name again and again you were silenced.

Gaara broke away after a second, sensing your resistance though you did nothing to resist. “I’m sorry … It’s been so long since I kissed you. I’ve been wanting to do it again.”

The warmth in your cheeks alerted you to your blush. You blinked. “We shouldn’t.” Your protest sounded futile. “We can’t. Not after the council, I … We have to behave, I think … I’m sorry — this is my fault, I got too … This is reckless …” You swayed back, swallowing in a dry mouth. “The door — It isn’t even locked.”

“And if I lock it?”

You met both Gaara’s gaze and challenge with silence. You froze as he stood and strode to the door. It locked it with a clink. You released a broken exhale as he returned, face inches from yours.

“Answer me.”

You licked your lips, tasting the remnants of him there. Your answer should be no, followed with a rapid shake of your head, but the word slipped from your lips to tell the truth:

“Yes.”

Gaara took your hand, led you forward until you were sinking into him —

And against his lips again. You cupped Gaara’s face as he embraced you, crushing you to his chest. Your breasts sat plush against his trench-coat, eliciting a soft gasp from your fiancé. Gaara’s lips parted to admit a groan, but you swallowed it before grazing your tongue on his lower lip and inviting yourself into his mouth. Your nail snatched on one of the buttons of his trench-coat. You sighed at the memory of his erection, firmly pressed against you in the greenhouse. You anticipated it now. You adjusted until both of your legs were on either side of him, your backside resting on the desk’s edge. You fisted the fabric of his coat. Gaara swiped at your tongue; you gasped, a throb from below sending you grinding against his abdomen.

“(Y/n) …” Gaara broke away only to kiss a path down your jaw.

You moaned as his teeth grazed the tender neckskin. You bit your lip as his hand crept up the hem of your shirt. The feel of skin on skin wiped your mind blank.

Yes yes yes —

A knock.

You came up from water. Gaara pulled away; the loss of his counterweight sent you stumbling to your feet. Gaara composed himself, glaring at the surface of his desk before helping you away from it. After a few beats, he said, “Come in.”

The knob turned — and turned.

“Oh!” You hurried to unlock it. A shinobi awaited you on the other side.

“Uh, Lady (Y/n).” He nodded Gaara’s way. “Lord Kazekage.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Well, it’s … Lord Boutoku has arrived.”

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