#kankuro sabaku oneshot

[13as07]

Desert Lily #4

(Kankuro Sabaku Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Jazzie560]

Requested by: @tadomikiku

Word Count: 4,511

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Bedroom Toys: Vibrator, Dildo, Vagina Plug

Oral/Face-Fucking

Color Safe Word System

Degrading/Begging

Hair Pulling/Wrist Restraints/Choking

Orgasm Denial/Overstimulation

Creampie/Titty Shot

Name Calling: Whore

Breeding Kink

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     "Hey," Kankuro mumbles, lips instantly on mine as he tugs me through the bedroom door. "I missed you," he mutters, hands gripping my sides, shifting position every couple of seconds. My bag tumbles to the ground because of the antsy hands clinging to me.

"I missed you too," I giggle against his lips, letting him drag me into his room. "Someone's excited."

"I'm really horny," he confesses, picking me up long enough to settle me on his bed. "I've been thinking about this since I pulled out of you last night."

     "Oh ya?"

     "Ya," he answers shortly, bending down. I watch as he reaches under the bed, tugging a wooden box out as he stands back up. "So, I have a few... things," Kuro mutters, shaking the box, and making the things inside clink around.

"Toys?" I ask, looking at him amused. "You have bedroom toys."

"Of course I have toys," he answers, tone quite defensive as he clings to his box. "Toys are my friends, not my competition."

     "I never said they were," I tease, smiling at the distressed man looking down at me.

"Good, because they're toys that'll be used on you."

"I figured,"

Kankuro loosens a bit, body language back to being relaxed. "You are beautiful," he mutters, looking at me for a second longer before going back into motion. He sets the box down on the bed before climbing across the sheets toward me.

He settles across from me, hands snaking around my ankle and tugging on it. I flatten out, lying on my back with Kankuro on top of me again, a replay of last night.

     Like last night, his hands settle around my wrists, clinging to my skin. "Where are your bracelets?" Ro asks, shifting his legs under mine so they're propped up against his waist with his already erected penis pressing against me.

"Your bracelets are in my bag," I answer, stressing the first word.

"No," he hums out, "they're yours. Is the rest of your jewelry in there too?" I hum a yes, my response getting Kankuro untangled and off the bed. "You should wear your jewelry," he mutters, digging through my bag. "Or at least your bracelets."

     "I wore long sleeves, my bruises are covered," I answer back, sitting up in the bed.

     Kuro shifts me back into position, flat on my back with my legs propped up. "So? Wear your bracelets," he repeats, sliding back into his previous spot. This time, his hands are busy clasping the gold bands around my wrists before he slides his fingers under the metal. "I like you wrapped in gold," he mutters, placing my legs back around himself and burring his cock against me as much as our clothes will let him.

"Oh ya?" I tease, grinding against his hips.

     "Ya," he answers, his sharp exhale overriding the response. "You look pretty decorated in the jewelry I can give you." Once the sentence is out Kankuro bends down, capturing my lips again. His hips rub against mine, in sync with our kisses. "My little lily?"

     "Ya?"

     "You should put your necklace on," he mutters, hands releasing me to slide down, starting to tug off my shirt.

     "Why is that?" I ask, matching his pace as I slide my hands under his shirt, letting my fingers dance over his muscles.

     "I want to see gold dangling around your neck as you suck my dick," Kuro answers, sliding my shirt over my head. Before the material even hits the ground, his fingers slide behind my back, working to unclasp my bra.

     Once my boobs are let free, a hand toys with one, softly massaging my skin as the other hand drops down to wiggle me out of my pants. Shivers crawl across my skin as Ro tugs my pants and underwear down, quickly tossing the last bit of clothing away.

     Kisses trail down my body, starting on my neck, dripping down the valley between my boobs, and ending at the center of my stomach. "Desert Lily?" I hum a yes, squeezing my legs around Kuro as I grind against him. "I want you a vibrator against your pretty pussy while you suck me off, okay?"

     "Okay," I mumble, the thought sending sparks down my spine.

     Once the approval is uttered, Kankuro pulls back, sitting between my legs as he reaches for his toy box. He flips the lid open, the sound ringing in my ears as I watch him. A small pink vibrator and a remote are pulled out and placed on the sheets before Kankuro closes the box again.

"Really? Pink?" I tease, rubbing my thighs together.

Ro hums, focusing on the toy as he messes with the remote. "If you want a different color, I'll get a different color for next time."

"Pink is fine."

"On your knees, pretty lily."

I do as I'm told, sliding off the bed and resting on my knees next to the mattress. My eyes trail after Kankuro, watching him dig through the discarded pouch I stashed the jewelry from last night. When he finds the chain of his choice, his focus shifts to me.

"See? You're so pretty," he mutters, clipping the necklace's clasp and letting the heavy gold weigh around my neck. "Spread your legs, my lily."

Before I can comply, Kuro is bent over, tearing my knees apart and securing the vibrator between my folds, making sure it's pressed against my clit. Once again his attention is turned towards the remote, two quick clicks and vibrations are rubbed into my clit. "Color?" He mutters, sitting on the bed with me between his legs.

"Green," I breathe out, my legs squirming from the stimulation.

Kankuro's eyes are sparkling as he looks down at me, his feet shifting to force my legs open again. "Open your mouth, Flower," he orders, hands busy undoing his pants and freeing his dick from his boxers.

My mouth falls open, tongue sliding out. Ro moves slowly, adding the weight of his dick to my tongue before inching it down my throat. "You are perfect," he mutters, eyes fluttering as he sinks down my throat.

As Kuro's pace picks up, he increases the speed of the vibrator, making it difficult to focus. I do my best, sucking on him as he slides in and out of my mouth. He pulls out again, wavering for a second. "Color?"

"Green."

Once the word is out, Kankuro sinks back down my throat, his pace faster than before and a hand tangled in my hair. My eyes flicker up, focusing on his flushed-out face. The mix of Kuro looking down on me and my juices leaking, coating my thighs and the floor, is so hot.

"Look at you," he mutters, eyes half hooded. "Making a mess on my floor. Looking up at me with those 'fuck me’ eyes. Is that what you want? For me to fill your pussy?" The question is followed by another deep thrust, causing me to gag because of the new depth.

Kankuro groans from the noise, one hand still clinging to my hair as the other one is busy turning down the speed of the vibrator stuffed against me. I whine in disappointment, upset from the decreased pleasure. Instead of thrusting, Ro uses his hold on my hair to shove me up and down his length, more moans falling from him and more gags bubbling from my throat.

"Pretty lily," he mutters, using my hair to tug me off of him. I'm tugged again, forced to climb to my feet. Kankuro's free hand falls to my pussy, keeping the vibrator pressed against me as I'm dragged into his lap. "Color?"

"Green." The word gets me shifted around on his lap, the tip of his dick lined up to me before I'm shoved down his length. "Dear Lord, yellow," I hiss from the sudden stretch, not ready to take Kankuro despite my wetness.

"I'm sorry, lily," he mutters, fingers nimble and slow as he brushes them through my hair. The apology is extended, the speed of my stimulation jacked up, making me squirm and my pussy clench around him.

My movements are enough to push Ro over the edge, his dick twitching a time or two before he cums deep in me. "Look at you," he repeats, tone dipped in fake comfort. "So concerned last night about getting pregnant and then your pussy begs me to fill it."

"Ro," I whine, legs jerking as my orgasm continues to build.

"Desert lily," he calls back, mocking my whine as he turns off the vibrator. "You don't get to cum yet."

     "You're not being fair," I continue to whine, clinging to his shoulders before I lift my hips.

     Kankuro catches my hips in his hold, lifting me off of him before resting me on the bed, ass up and face buried into the mattress. His fingers slide against my clit, making sure the vibrator is still in place before they're shoved into my pussy, plugging up my hole. "Let's try something else," he mutters attention back on his toy box.

     The sound of the lid flipping open again causes me to clench around his fingers. "Color?" He mutters, fingers curling every couple of seconds.

     "Green," I answer, shifting my hips backward, in an attempt to get his fingers deeper in me.

     Kankuro gives me what I want, thrusting his fingers deeper as he continues to curl them against my walls. A soft pat of something being sat on the bed catches my attention, the sound followed by the box clicking closed again.

     I squirm around, trying to get a peak of the new toy. Rested under me is a silicone dildo, matching bright pink to the vibrator still buried in me. The fake dick is big, bigger than Kankuro is. "Ro?"

     "Desert Lily?" He calls back, fingers tugging out of me. My mess is pressed into my stomach, Kuro shifting my arch lower before he lets me go.

     "How... big is that?" I whisper, head still tilted so I can watch him between my legs.

     "Ten inches," he mutters, fingers dipping into me again, collecting my juices before he rubs his fingers against the toy, using my mess to lube it. "I want to watch you bounce on it as I rest for round two."

     "I don't think - "

     "You can take it. I know you can," Kuro says, cutting off my sentence. His encouragement is followed by the dildo being pressed against my hole, the tip slowly being pushed into me. "See?" He mutters, sinking more and more of it into me.

     I squirm, shifting away from Ro as he uses the fake cock to stretch me out. "Don't do that, flower," he orders, a hand gripping my waist and shifting me backward. My walls stretch around the silicon, the different size making my muscles feel strained and sting a bit. "Color?"

     "Yellow," I whisper, snapping my eyes closed. "It stings."

     Kuro moves slowly as he pulls the dildo out of me, fingertips replacing it to gently massage my aching hole. I hear shifting and the click of the toy box lid again, keeping my eyes closed as I focus on the soft touches to my pussy.

     "Fuck," I whimper, the sound caused by Kuro turning my vibrator back on without warning.

     The tip of the dildo taps against my hole again, this time a new wet chilliness added to the toy. "There you go, my pretty lily," he coos, slowly inching it into me again. "Your pussy looks so good stretched out."

     Ro pumps it in and out of me a few times before it's pulled fully out of me. The emptiness leaves my pussy gapping, begging to be filled again. "Kankuro," I whimper, shifting myself backward in hopes of being filled again.

     "I already told you I want to watch you bounce. You don't want to disappoint me, do you? What kind of civilian wants to disappoint their lord?" The question is followed by the sound of a suction cup being pressed in place.

     "Look at you," he continues to tease, hands gripping my hips as I'm pulled off the bed. "You were so whiney about it not being able to fit and now you're begging for it."

     Kankuro holds me on his torso, eyes connected with me as he smiles. A huge, smug smile. "You are perfect," he coos, peppering me with kisses as he lowers me to the ground, leaving me hovered over the dildo. Fingertips ghost over me, sliding over my wrists, neck, arms, sides, and legs.

     When Ro pulls away from me, the glowing blue threads from last night flow from his fingertips. His hands jerk, making the strings tighten around me. My arms are snapped backward, pressed against my back as the threads tighten around my wrists, keeping them pinned against my spine. The chakra tightens around the rest of me as well, buzzing soft electric sparks over different parts of my body.

     "Color?" He asks, eyes trailing around his threads.

     "Yellow," I wheeze, the strand around my neck a lot tighter than I'd like.

     "What's wrong, flower?" Ro's eyes fill with worry as he bends down. His fingers run under his strings, gently tugging on them to test their tightness.

     "It's too tight around my neck."

     His hands instantly jump up to my throat, tugging on the strand to loosen it. "I'm sorry, my lily. I didn't mean to. Is it better now? Or still too tight?"

     "Better," I mutter, sucking in a few breaths as I adjust to the pressure difference.

     "Good," Ro whispers, fingers gentle against my throat as he decorates it in kisses. He tests the thread once more before sinking back on the bed, me between his legs again.

     My eyes trail his hands, watching him pool his pants and boxers at his thighs. "Are you ready, pretty Lily?" He asks, the question followed by more peppered kisses to my lips.

     "Yes, my lord." The gentle teasing is responded to by a tug of the threads, my legs shifting and dropping me down the full length of the dildo. "Kankuro!" I yelp, eyes tearing up from the sudden stretch.

     "Color?"

     "Yellow," I whimper, my head hung as I struggle to adjust to my sudden fullness.

     "Look at me, pretty lily," he orders another tug of the threads to snap my head back up. "Just breathe, flower. You'll be okay," he coos, eyes jumping around the bed. His eyes lock on the remote before grabbing it and turning the vibrator on again.

     I do as ordered, focusing on my breathing as my body jerks from the new speed to my clit. "There's my pretty flower," Ro continues to coo, hands flicking again to slowly shift me upward.

     Kankuro sets the pace he wants, shifting me up and down the dildo. Three quick thrusts, two slow thrusts, the pattern on repeat. His eyes trail over me, watching the way I squirm and spill juices onto his floor again.

     "Look at you," he hums, repeating his new favorite phrase. "You should feel humiliated with yourself. Fully nude, fucking yourself on a fake dick, as you make a mess of your Lord's floor." The degrading is followed by a handful of tongue clicks and a head shake. "Are you that desperate to get off?"

     "No," I whine, my pussy clenching, squeezing the silicon because of Ro's words. My breathing is shallow, my intake still cut short from the string tightened around my throat.

     "And to think I wasted my cum in you," he continues to degrade, a hand falling to pump his dick as he watches me, toying with my pace now. He shifts between changing my forced thrusts and the speed of my vibrator, stimulating me but not keeping anything the same long enough for me to cum. "I filled the pretty pussy of a whore."

     "I'm not a whore, Ro," I whimper out between huffs of air, leaving my mouth open and trying to shift forward to take his dick back down my throat. I know I'm struggling to breathe already and I know having his dick in my mouth will only make it harder, but I don't care. I want to taste him, I want to swallow his cum.

     "Color?" He asks, eyes softening for a second.

     "Green."

     "For not being a whore, you sure are acting like one," Kankuro says, wasting no time sliding back to degrading me. "Look at yourself, pussy gaping and spilling over. Mouth watering at the thought of me face-fucking you again. And I bet you think you're going to get to cum this time, don't you?"

     "Yes. Please? Ro, please?" I beg, the feeling of his chakra, my pussy being stretched to the max, and the soft buzzing of the vibrator almost pushing me over the edge.

     "No," he answers, turning my vibrations off and leaving me to sit on the dildo.

     "Ro," I whine, trying to shift my hips up. The threads sizzling against my skin stop me though, leaving my walls stretched and clit tingling with need.

     "I already told you no," he repeats, moving forward as his hand stays busy shifting up and down his dick. I open my mouth, my tongue sliding out and eyes locked on his cock as I wait for him to cum. "What a little whore," he taunts, tilting his dick down, aiming his tip at my boobs. "Whores like you don't get to swallow my cum."

     "Oh no?" I ask a cocky tone in my voice. "You won't cum down my throat but you'll cum in my pussy? Does that get you off? Do you like knowing there's a chance of you giving me a bustard?"

     My degrading does it for him. A groan escapes Kankuro as hot ropes of cum coat my titties. "Dear Lord, lily," he hisses, dick twitching, spurts of cum spilling out from the movements. "You are gorgeous," he mutters, eyes scanning my chest. "You are - "

     A knock at the door cuts off Ro's sentence, along with pulling a sigh from him. "Go away!" He yells, rolling his eyes before they rest on me.

     "Lord Fifth requests your presence!" An unfamiliar voice rings out from behind the door, a round of knocks following the sentence.

     "Fucking Gaara," Kuro mutters, tucking his dick away and straightening himself up. He bends down, hand clenching my neck as he presses a quick kiss to my lips.

     I tilt my head backward, eyes trailing the spewing threads still strung around me as Kankuro walks to the door. He glances at me, a huge smile on his face before he turns away. "What does Gaara want?" He asks, cracking the door enough to poke his head out.

     My eyes stay locked on his hands, one pressed to the wall and the other one clinging to the door as I focus on the glowing blue strings. They're so pretty and sizzle nicely against my skin.

      "The Hokage from the Village Hidden in Stone has arrived. Lord Fifth requested that I collect you for the meeting."

     Kankuro sighs, head resting against the door. "Let Gaara know I'll be there in a few minutes," he mutters, closing the door before he turns towards me. "I'm sorry. I forgot I had a meeting today," he shortly explains, making his way back to me.

     "It's alright. I can come back later - "

     "No, you're staying here," he says, chuckling as he looks down at me. Kuro bends down, lifting me and settling me on the bed again. He shifts my body around, positioning me with my face buried in his pillows and my ass high in the air again. "You, my pretty flower, can spend your time enjoying the orgasms you so desperately want."

     "What?" I ask, being met with my vibrator clicking on and quickly jacked up on high again. "Kankuro," I moan out, my breath falling short from the sudden switch.

     "Desert Lily?" He asks, hands jerking to tighten the strands wrapped around my body. "You enjoy yourself while I'm busy," he mutters, the sound of the strands snapping off his fingers filling the room. Despite being disconnected from Ro's fingers, the strings still hold tight to my skin, keeping my arms and legs how he positioned them. "I'll be back soon," he promises, trailing kisses down my spine.

     "Ro," I whine, trying to shift around.

     "Color?"

     "Green," I reluctantly answer, the quick build of my delayed orgasm outweighing my compromised position.

     "I'll be back soon," Kankuro repeats, dipping his fingers into my hole, and curling them a couple of times before disappearing from behind me. The sound of the door opening and then closing fills the room before I'm left with the sounds of my whimpers and the toy buzzing against my clit.

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Pleas for Kankuro to return circle my head. My body hurts, my joints are sore, my legs shaking for so long I don’t think I can feel them anymore, and the sizzling of Ro’s chakra feels like licks of a flame. My thighs are soaked in my cum, as I’m sure his bed is too.

My clit feels swollen from the teasing. Ro took the remote with him and has been changing the pace whenever he wants, never turning it off to give me a break. My pussy aches too, from clenching around nothing for so long. I know his pillows are soaked in tears from my sobs.

The door clicks open, rushing a wave of relief through me. “Desert Lily? I’m back, my pretty flower,” Kuro’s voice rings out, the sound of his steps filling the room once the door is shut.

The bed dips behind me before hands are present against my body, one on my hip and the other one tangles in my hair. “You’ve made quite the mess,” he teases, using the grip on my hair to tug my head backward. “Look at you,” he coos, kisses brushed to my cheeks as he soaks up the tear paths.

“Please?” I cry out, fresh tears spilling over.

“Please what, pretty Lily?” Ro asks, the hand gripping my hip jumping down to his pants. I open my mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a sob. “Oh, my poor flower,” he mocks, his dick thrusting into my soaked pussy. “You were so desperate to cum and now you’re crying like a baby. How ungrateful of you.”

A gasp falls from me as he sinks in, his pace slow to continue teasing. “I’ve been thinking about your sorry attempt to degrade me,” Kankuro mutters, his free hand snacking down to tug the vibrator off of me, giving me an ounce of relief. “I think you’re right.”

“What?” I ask, my mind foggy as I tug on my hand restraints.

“I want to give you a bustard,” Ro answers, his fingers working to snap the chakra strings off my body; first my hands, following to my arms, then my neck, dropping down to my sides, and lastly my legs.

My joints shift, flaming aches flaring through them as I move. “Ro?”

“Hush, Flower,” he coos against my back, pressing soft kisses into my spine as his pace picks up. “Stay still, pretty Lily. Let me fill your pussy. Let me fuck a baby into you.”

“Kankuro?”

“Color?”

“Green,” the answer tumbles from me, despite the sane part of my mind screaming ‘no!’.

Kankuro’s thrusts are rougher, shifting my body forward as he fucks me. “You’re going to look so cute, tummy round with my baby, titties full,” his hands shift up my body, squeezing my boobs as he talks. “You’re going to look so hot waddling around.”

Everything stings, Kuro’s thrusts, his lips against my back, his hands on my chest. It stings so much but feels so good.

His hands shift off of me, pawing around the bed. His fingers slide over his toy box, flipping the lead before he searches for something. “Please don’t. I can’t handle any more toys,” I mutter, hanging my head as my eyes flutter shut.

“It’ll be okay, my desert lily. This one’s easy. Open your mouth,” the demand is followed by my head being tugged up by my hair. I let my mouth fall open. Ro takes the chance to shove the silicone toy into my mouth. “That’s a pretty vagina plug. I’m going to leave it in you once I fill you up,” he explains softly, hands wrapping around my hips to tug me away from the headboard.

I do my best to focus on the plug, soaking it in my saliva even though I know it doesn’t need it. I’m soaked enough that I’m sure Kankuro could slip anything in me.

“I’m going to stuff you full, all night long. By the time you leave my room tomorrow, I’m going to be a hundred percent sure you’re pregnant. You’re going to be carrying a perfect prince in your womb.” The coos are followed by a string of curses, Kankuro burying himself into me as he fills my pussy with cum once again today.

The plug is pulled out of my mouth, quickly taking the spot of Ro’s dick. “My pretty lily,” he utters, wrapping me up and shifting me to lie down on my back. “You look so beautiful right now,” he continues, fingers massaging the imprints left from his threads. “Covered in pretty markings, tears soaking your cheeks, gold wrapped around you, and your thighs glistening.”

“Kuro.”

“Hello, my lily,” he continues to praise, kisses covering my face before a string of them is pressed to my lips. “You are perfect, exquisite, gorgeous, the most beautiful person in the world.” The compliments are followed by more kisses littering my skin and his hands kneading my stomach. “You’d look so cute with a baby bump.”

“Kankuro,” I call again, panic setting in from the situation at hand.

“Calm down, lily. I got a vasectomy a year ago. When we’re ready for a baby I’ll get it undone.” A broken sob of relief falls from me, getting me littered with more kisses. “I just like the thought of you being pregnant, and knowing you’re filled to the brim with my cum.”

“We’re not going for that long again for… a while.”

“As you wish,” Kuro whispers into my skin, jumping up to kiss my lips again. “I got to go back. We’re only on a recess,” he confuses, pecking my lips again before he stands up.

“Ro,” I whine, shifting to try and grab at him.

“Hush, Lily,” he says softly, tugging the sheets of his bed to wrap me up in them. “Take a nap. When you wake up I should be back and we can take a nice relaxing bath. Okay, my little Desert Lily?”

“Okay,” I mutter, soaking in the warmth of the sheets and letting my eyes droop closed.

“You are perfect,” Kuro repeats, pressing a kiss to my forehead before he leaves me alone in his room again.

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[loonyplenny]

Gaara's week 2022 - Day 6 | What if? | Long Journey

Long way you had come

Evening was getting more and more calm as the sun was falling down.

You were at Kazekage's office, organizing and finishing some paperwork that was left undone.

Day was unusally simple, there was not much work to do and amount of duties was minimal.

Gaara had some job at village and you volunteered to finish left paperwork, so you and your boyfriend could have some time for yourselves for rest of the day.

You blushed. It was kinda crazy, calling him your boyfriend.

But it felt so good to call him your boyfriend. No wonder, since you loved him so much.

After everything that has happend, you were finally able to be with him the way you wanted ever since you realized what you were feeling was more than friendship. Still, sometimes you'd still find yourself thinking what would have happend if he never found his way, if he never changed to the person he was now...

Shaking your head, you let those thought go with a flow. They were the very last thing you needed.

You smiled again, cheeks still warm when you heared the door opening and Gaara entering the office.

-Y/N...-, he called sotfly, putting his arms out awaiting a hug.

- Gaara!-, you rushed to him and jumped into his arms.

- Hey you-, he said as he welcomed you in his embrace.

- Hey you!-, you giggle and staped away to play with his hair. - How did it go?-

He looked at you with dissapointed eyes. -It was boring.-

That made you laught. - Really?-, you wanted to know as you put your arms on his shoulders, -It's that bad?-

- Worse...-, he muffered as he laid his head down of your shoulder. - Can I stay like this, please? I missed you.-

You tilted your head to whisper in his ear, -I missed you too.-

His head rose, greenish eyes looking directly at yours. -Y/N?--Hm?-

It felt like your heart stoped when your lips meet.

- I love you so much.-, he smiled as he parted from the kiss and leaned his forehead on yours.

Just that sentence was enought to make your heart feel like a flying butterfly.

- And I love you, Gaara of the Sand.-

Your fingers found way through his hair before you brought it closer to your lips to kiss him again.

He had come such a long way and you refused to bring any "what if" questions to yourself.

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[moonbeam-writing]

It's Been Awhile (Kankuro)

๑ Requested by ๑ Quick Note: This was super fun to write, thank you for requesting! ๑ Characters: Kankuro Sabaku (Naruto) ๑ Warnings: None!

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No matter how many times you had gone back and forth, whether it was for missions or personal reasons, Suna’s heat always hit you like a ton of bricks. The air wasn’t exactly dry, but it was much drier than Konoha.

Unfortunately, unlike the previous times, this one was for business, though it wouldn’t be too different. You typically bugged the Sand Siblings whether you were here for work or not. They couldn’t get too frustrated with you though, I mean, you’ve been friends since forever. Or rather, since the first time they all took the Chunin Exams.

Your relationship back then was a bit different; Gaara hated everyone, Temari just wanted to get things done and over with, and Kankuro, well, he just seemed to constantly play Devil’s Advocate. He was either trying to antagonize people for the hell of it, or he was trying to get information on others. The joke was on him though, he chose Naruto for that. Likely because the blond is a loudmouth, but still.

“Wait, (Y/N)?” You looked to your right, seeing two of the three siblings from before.

“Kankuro, Temari! Hey!” 

The smile that crossed your face made the younger of the Sand Siblings freeze for a second. Almost every time you were here, Kankuro found himself absolutely in awe of you and a bit frustrated with himself every time you went home. He always wanted to tell you just how infatuated with you he was and how much he loved you. He was never able to find the right time, and at this point, Kankuro was giving up. Not on you, never on you, but just finding the right time to spill his guts to you. But every time he saw you, you just boosted his mood.

He knew he was going to tell you his feelings this time.

“So, are you here for fun reasons, or no?” Temari asks, the three of you walking towards the Kazekage’s office.

“Business, unfortunately. I’ve got scrolls from Tsunade for him.” The frown on your face said it all. “I honestly don’t have any other reason to be here, but Tsunade wants me back as soon as possible, so I can’t really stay an extra day. I’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Well that blows.” Kankuro chimes in. “Why does she need you back so soon?” The levels of disappointment that he was falling through were rather overwhelming. He wasn’t just not going to ask you this time though. Now he had a very concrete time limit that didn’t leave much wiggle room for him to plan or procrastinate in fear of rejection.

“I’m with you and I honestly have no clue. She just told me to come back tomorrow morning. Not saying she might have been a little tipsy, but she might have been. She didn’t even tell me herself, she sent Shizune to do it. Things have been a bit busy back home, so it was all a bit last minute.” 

"Something seems weird about that, but okay." Kankuro responds, the confused, side eyed glance going unnoticed by the girl between him and his sister.

"Believe me," (Y/N) sighs. "I'm totally with you, but I can't really question it. I had been woken up, too, so I just figured blindly following orders was the safest way." (Y/N) thought about how that admission sounded. "Gaara's going to look at me like I'm stupid for that. I can feel it."

Kankuro couldn't help the slight laugh at the younger girl's childish tone. In his mind, even though he knew it wasn't the case, it was just the two of them together. No Temari, none of the other villagers; just him and (Y/N). At that moment it didn't even matter to him that their time together was more limited than usual, he was just happy they had any at all.

That being said, Kankuro realized that if he didn’t take any form of action, he wasn’t going to get anywhere. He wasn’t even sure why this was all so difficult for him he has been in so many dangerous situations, yet telling his best friend that he loved her was what was difficult. Kankuro just couldn’t understand it and likely never would. That doesn’t mean that he didn’t have a plan, though.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

"Yeah, Kankuro?" Her words were slightly warped as she tried to suppress a yawn. She was rethinking the decision to go nonstop on her way here.

Kankuro takes a deep breath, once again repeating the phrase It's now or never to himself. "I've got something to tell you once the meeting's done."

(Y/N) agreed as the three kept on their way, Temari walking slightly behind the two, quietly smirking to herself. She had been waiting for this.

. . .

(Y/N) left the meeting with a smile. Coming to Suna, even for business reasons, had always been something that made her happy. Just a small change of scenery and getting to see her friends. She couldn't think of anything better to keep her sane.

As (Y/N) walked through the halls of the Kazekage building, (Y/N) realized that she had no clue where she was supposed to find Kankuro. It just dawned on her that he never actually told her and he had something to take care of in some other room. The girl stopped by a window, suppressing a groan and trying to think about her options.

She could awkwardly wait where she was, but that didn't sound very appealing for a number of reasons. It opened her up to too many strange looks and possible conversation, despite her being something of a familiar face.

She could always go back to Gaara's office and ask him where Kankuro was. She didn't want to though. Despite the Kazekage being fairly judgement free, she herself would feel stupid and she didn't want that in front of anyone, even one of the Sand Siblings.

She could also just wander around and hope for the best. (Y/N) thought about this one for a minute. It could work; she wouldn't have to wait around and she could take matters into her own hands. How hard could it to be to find him? Kankuro kind of stuck out between the face pain and the way his hood sat on his head making it seem like he had cat ears.

On the other hand though, the negatives from the previous scenarios could just as easily happen along the way. She was just torn on what she should do.

“(Y/N), there you are!” Turning around, (Y/N) found just who she was looking for.

"Hey! I thought you were going to be outside the door by the time I was done. I'm sorry." (Y/N) sheepishly laughed a little, tucking some hair behind her ear. "So, what'd you need?"

Kankuro took a deep breath. He could do this. "Uh, yeah, I needed to tell you. . . That I love you." His tone was a bit awkward, having never really done this before, but you could tell every word was sincere.

The gasp that got slightly caught in her throat nearly caused her to choke before she could answer him.

"I love you too, Kankuro." The smile spread across the girl's face was sincere and soft, her cheeks darkening ever so slightly.

Kankuro was caught between revelling in the victory and the embarrassment of their surroundings. He couldn't believe he did this somewhere public and not somewhere a bit nicer and more private. He couldn't hold in his laugh though.

"I, uh, I probably should have taken you somewhere a bit more private, huh?"

(Y/N) giggled slightly at the boy in front of her. "Maybe, but I feel like it's a fitting scenario for you and I."

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto x reader #naruto shippuden x reader #naruto drabble #naruto shippuden drabble #naruto oneshot #naruto shippuden oneshot #kankuro sabaku x reader #kankuro x reader #kankuro sabaku #kankuro

[happyocelot]

2, 25, + 26! 👀

2. favorite fic of the year

How could you make me choose?! I don't wanna play favorites between the lovely people on tumblr, so I'll link some older ones. You might not have read them yet, and some of them are pretty old, but please give them a shot!

Operation: Wooing the In-Laws by atomic muffin. "All I can say is that it made perfect sense in my head at the time and I have zero regrets." Uzumaki Hyuga Naruto, on the day of his wedding. Or: How one Uzumaki Naruto convinced every single member of his significant other's clan to adopt him. Or maybe he was the one to adopt them. No one can really tell.

The Pied Piper of Konoha by Egusi Soup. At the Chunin Exams, Naruto learns he has a rep in Mist. Tazuna really should stop drinking before he tells a story.

The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men by Lucillia. When Naruto decides to skip past the Kage Bunshin and picks another jutsu to learn from the Forbidden Scroll, Madara - who'd dearly love to kill the brat - is left scrambling to salvage his plans.

In the Wake of Sunbeams by matchaball. Through thick and thin, siblings look out for each other. After all, adventures and mishaps are best when shared. (oneshots for Sunshine Siblings Week)

The Gravity of Absence by matchaball. In the deeper corners of her mind where she could never lie to herself, she knows what's really missing is her heart. [Tenten-centric, slight NejiTen] 10 moments after Neji's death.

Room to Spare by EvilFuzzy9. Nine jinchuuriki sharing an apartment. What could POSSIBLY go wrong? [A long-requested spiritual successor to three separate one shots; drabbles, crack]

number one girl: by Kid Al. /"Hey, y'all go on ahead and celebrate without me, alright? I'll join you guys some other time. It's late and, well… I've got a date with my number one girl tomorrow."/ In which a sixteen-year-old Konohamaru spends the day with his young cousin, Mirai. After all, who else could his number one girl be? - One-shot. Focuses on family fluff. Some implied pairings present.

The Recessive Gene by the point. For Hinata and Naruto, it doesn't matter if Boruto and Himawari have blue eyes. For the Hyuga, it is another matter altogether. NaruHina one-shot.

A Way With Words by NaniMok. Minato stumbles upon a gloomy Hyuga and decides to strike a conversation with her. Naruhina based Oneshot.

Scars by Awkward Inc. "It's not fair." She whispered, Hinata's eyes never leaving his hands. They were so ridiculously soft, not a single rough spot to the touch nor visible to the eye.

Close Proximities by Camomile Tea. She found out that Naruto wasn't quite familiar with the term 'personal space'. /NH, fluff./

Trip the Light Fantastic by firefly. Being forced to choose between remedial dance lessons and probation is one thing, but it's another thing altogether when your dance partner is someone you can't stand. Neji. Ino. Crackfic.

Bumpy Rumpy Tumpty by Maimaktes. Sai did not stop at reading Icha-Icha. He annotated it. He did research on it. He drew theories out of it. When he started using said theories to psychoanalyze people, Yamanaka Ino knew she had to step in, in order to avoid a bloodbath. Gen, InoSai-ish.

For Every Season by Shawny Wong. It started in the spring with laughter. It grew in the summer under her touch. By the time it was winter, Naruto finally figured it out. NaruHina. Oneshot.

Inamorato by firefly. Nobody told Tobi that out of all the calendar holidays, Valentine’s Day was the last one to be passionately celebrated in the company of seven homicidal men. Crackfic.

Just a Piercing by firefly. It's a late night at the Sabaku household, and Shukaku decides that he has a few demands he wants met. The story of how Gaara got his first piercing, and how Temari and Kankuro were forced to be the cosmetologists to do it.

There's more in my favorites pages and bookmarks pages! Hope you like these!

25. best movie you watched this year

I didn't watch too many this year. :( Too much work-related stuff. I want to rewatch Home Alone because of all the drama that popped up around it on tumblr during Christmas. Lol.

26. best songs you listened to this year

I listen to a lot of them on youtube while driving home from work, but I don't remember all of their names...

#secrettastemakerland #asks #naruhina fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #linking on a tablet and phone is such a pain #hope you liked this

[karinrumi]

First Dates are Awkward [ShikaTema, shikatemaweek2019]

Title: First Dates are Awkward [ShikaTema, OneShot, shikatemaweek2019, Day One, Prompt - First Date] 

Rating: T.

Wordcount: 1, 054.

MY MASTERLIST

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Temari desperately searched her wardrobe for a fitting dress. Never in her entire lifetime, she wasn't feeling like a nerve-wreck. The reason? Her first date with Shikamaru. Official date.  

She didn't work her ass off to now admit defeat. Temari No Sabaku will reach perfection to see Shikamaru jaw-dropping on what he was missing out all these three years.

"It's perfect!" Temari exclaimed finding the red cocktail dress. Her hair tied up in a bun and small amount of makeup completed 'cool beauty' look.  At least that's what the intention was.

Goal number one: Make the Shikamaru Nara regret being dense for not realising she has feelings for him the entire three years they knew each other.

Goal number two: Make his jaw drop the moment he sees her.

Goal number three: Confess her feelings to him. She even prepared reading the advice guide book "How to confess and not appear rude?" just for this day.

"Why are you looking at your reflection in the mirror?" Questioned her younger brother, Gaara. Why he entered her room without knocking right now? Now of all times. Younger siblings are the worst. He should get out and never ask why she grinned in front of the mirror like a weirdo.

"My little brother that's because I'm going out today! I have my first official date with Shikamaru," she chirped cheerfully. Gaara blinked. What's with that reaction? Can't he be happy for her? Maybe it's the pitch of her voice that made him blink? Luckily he grew out from his edgy teenage phase. Temari couldn't hide the relief Gaara met Shikamaru after it passed away.  

"I thought you were already dating," Gaara said with the blank stare.

"What? Of course, we were not! Shikamaru might have high IQ, but when it comes to romance that IQ drops to zero! " Yes, that frustrated her a lot. During the past three years, she was giving him so many signs that she loves him and he didn’t notice them at all. That's why today is special. It's the first time he invited her on a date. D-A-T-E. 

"I don't understand you," muttered her little brother. Perhaps she scared him when she spoke to herself about seducing Shikamaru? Gaara witnessed all the times she got angry on that lazy man too.  He often was whispering about pitying the person that marries her. Whatever that remark meant. She just let it slide for today. 

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Heading out to the restaurant they decided for a meeting place, Temari impatiently looked on her watch. She arrived early. That's fine she'll wait patiently. It's not Shikamaru's fault that she showed up fifteen minutes before the meeting time.

Temari chose this day for a date because Kankuro was on a business trip too.  She couldn't imagine dealing with two of her little brothers teasing her for falling in love for a lazy genius. Yes, the same Temari No Sabaku that hated slackers more than anything else.

However, Shikamaru was different from all the slackers she knew. He's handsome, can put the effort that is needed and is always there when it really counts. Just thinking about him made her grin widely.  

"Did I make you wait long?" Shikamaru asked while joining the table she occupied. He was wearing... His everyday clothes. The gaze in his eyes screamed 'troublesome' all over. And the most regrettable factor was that his jaw didn't drop at all.

That's disappointing. Temari wanted to hear at least a compliment about the dress she's wearing. But maybe she expected too much?

"No, I didn't wait long. How are you doing?" It was the best way to start the most awkward conversation in history. It's official seducing Shikamaru is ineffective. She failed to fulfil her goals!

"It's a drag dealing with Ino's boyfriend, but I'm fine. Can I ask why you're in the more fancy dress than usual?" A glint in his eyes irritated her. It's like Shikamaru turned into a little oblivious child, even when he was the one that specified it's a date.

"Y-you said it is a date, so I-I put on a dress because it's 'Wear a Fancy Dress Day'! It's not like I want to impress you with how I look. Not at all!" At this moment she related to that shy girl, Hinata. The words she said sounded terrible.

Temari could feel like her cheeks heat up and looked at the restaurant tables, costumes and decorations on the windows. Can she fall into the hole and never get out? That's probably a bad idea.

"Eh?! We weren't dating already?" Suddenly the words Shikamaru Nara used brought her back to reality.

Why Shikamaru and Gaara are so in sync with each other today?!

"No? It's our first date!" Temari presented her viewpoint, while a realisation struck her. "Why do you thought we were already dating?" She wanted to know the answer.

"It's what Kankuro told me when I asked how he would describe the relationship we have. You were okay with wearing casual clothes when we were meeting up too..." Shikamaru averted his gaze and scratched his cheek.

So this stupid misunderstanding was caused by KANKURO.  Good to know.

"I love you, but don't ever listen to the advice Kankuro gives you, kay darling?" Temari replied honestly.  She walked over where the man of her dreams was standing and stood up on her tip-toes in front of him. Now was her chance to use the dumbfounded state of her 'boyfriend'. Kissing him gently on the forehead to express her love for him.

She never was good with words anyway. Those small gestures were more fit to express her feelings.

"You're b-beautiful!" Shikamaru scream echoed through the entire restaurant. Temari smiled gently embarrassed how the small kiss on the forehead was requiring more guts from her than she'll ever admit.

"Thank you." Words couldn't express the gratitude she had for everything he did for her.

"No, I'm lucky to meet someone amazing like you." And with those words, their first date came to an end.

Temari decided to erase from her memory the poor excuse to storm off from the restaurant and the long talking session with Kankuro she had afterwards. In that way, no-one will know one of her younger brothers is missing.

Let's call it a happy ending for Temari and the man she loves. 

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AN: ST WEEK ‘First Date’ prompt! Day one. Not the original ‘Online dating’ prompt I wanted to initially write, but I still barely made it! 

Your clumsy author - Karinrumi ;)

#shikatemaweek2019 #shikatemaweek #first date #day one #shikatema #shikamaruxtemari #gaara #kankuro #oneshot #au

[13as07]

Desert Lily #3

(Kankuro Sabaku Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to DeoxyDiamond]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,150

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I think I'm going to do a part four (yes, it's going to be another smut cause I'm a wh*re)

Also, anytime I read the line "where have you been" (regardless of the context), I read it in Mrs Weasley's voice 

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Humiliation/Degrading/Praising

Color Safe Word System

Bite Marks/Hickies

Choking

Oral/Fingering

Creampie

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Worries and the sound of my breathing ring in my head. Kankuro keeps himself busy, toying with my legs, tugging them open before closing them a bit, just to repeat it. He's worked his way up from mid-thigh to my hip, purple streaks being left against my skin. "Ro?" I call, shaky hands clinging to his shoulders.

"Desert Lily?" He mutters, working his way back down my hip.

"I don't... we can't be caught. That would be... terrible."

Lips stale on my leg, Ro's tongue slithering out to lick at my skin as he thinks. "So?"

"So?!" I repeat, hands jumping to his hair to tug him out from between my legs. "We're not even publicly together. Do you know how terrible of an image that would set me up for? How terrible of an image that would settle you into?"

His head tips to the side, fingers toying with the hem of my skirt. "My pretty lily? What do you think me asking you as my date was?"

"You wanting to spend time with me," I answer, my tone just as confused as my mind is.

A smile cracks across his face before he dips down to brush more kisses into me, this time across my knees. "Of course, that's a correct answer, but it's not the one I was looking for."

"Then what's the answer you're looking for?"

Kankuro's head pops up again as he climbs to his feet. His arms stay under my knees, pushing me onto my back as he moves. "My desert lily," he purrs, shifting himself between my legs, and placing them around his waist before he hovers over me.

His hands crawl up my body, fingers sliding under my bracelets before wrapping around my wrists. His growing hard-on is evident as it presses against me. Kuro hovers over my face, nose tapping against mine as he looks down at me. "Our nation's greatest allies are here. Tonight's events will be in the news for at least the next month. A million pictures of us have been taken. The only way I could make our relationship more public would be if I fucked you on the dinner table instead of in the kitchen. Is that what you need my lily?"

The words brew in my groin, the thought of Kuro so willing to fuck me in front of our nation - his nation's greatest allies makes me tingle. "No," I whisper, tightening my legs around his waist.

"Are you sure? I'll carry you out there. I'll fuck you in front of everyone," he taunts, hands falling to my hips and lifting me.

"Kankuro!"

"Hush," he orders before pressing a kiss to my lips. I'm carried across the kitchen, kisses littered against my lips until I'm set on my feet again.

"Kankuro," I call again, but I'm ignored. He turns me, forcing me to face the door before he pushes it open. "Ro, please don't."

Again, I'm forcefully shifted, tucked to the side of the door with my head turned to the side so I can see out of it. People filter in and out of my view; Hokages, highly regarded shinobis, fellow villages of the Sand, and others I don't know anything about.

Hands rub against my hips as Ro's head settles against mine. "Is this okay? If it's too risky we can go upstairs or wait until another time."

"I... um... I don't want to be caught, Kuro."

He hums, pressing a kiss to my cheek before letting me go. I watch as his fingers rub against the door, blue threads glowing from his fingertips as he pulls away from the wood. The ends of the threads cling to the door as more length spews from his fingers while he moves back toward me.

"Do you know what these are?" He asks, flexing his fingers - and the hued strings - as he settles back in front of me.

"They're your chakra threads, right?" I ask, admiring the glow of them.

"Yes they are, Desert Lily," he says, shifting around so I'm cocooned between his arms and the visible chakra without anything getting tangled. "When I tug on them," he starts, movement following his words. "The door will close. When I push on them," Once again his movements mimic his words, "the door will open."

"That's so cool," I mumble, continuing to admire the chakra. "Can I touch them?"

Kuro hums a yes, an amused smile on his face as he watches me. I reach out, running my fingers over the blue glow. The threads are warm and make my fingers tingle as I touch them. "As long as my threads are connected, no one but me can control the door. Do you still want to wait? We can if you want."

I think over it for a second, continuing to toy with the bands. "You promise you're the only one that can move the door?"

"Yes, my lily."

"And if anyone comes near the kitchen?"

"The door will close instantly," he reassures, shifting the door closed again for good measure. He shifts it back open, exciting me even more.

"I'm fine with it then." My yes is followed by littered kisses across my shoulders and arms around my hips.

"My flower?" I push out a hummed yes, soaking in the feeling of his lips against me. "I want to use this sex system I heard of."

"I need more of an explanation than that."

"So..." Kankuro's cheeks puff out as he thinks over his words. "There's three colors. Green which means all good and you're enjoying it. Yellow is more of a like a slow down or 'I'm not done but something needs to change'. Red is an instant stop. You can call out a color as need be and I'll ask now and again."

"I like that idea," I coo, reaching forward to cup his face and litter it in kisses. I busy my fingers, rubbing his cheeks. "It'll help you know you didn't hurt me and help us communicate as need be."

He stays quiet, soaking in my small touches for a while before he peeps up again. "It's not going to be as needed tonight because... well, I'm not going to be super crazy cause the situation and it being our first, and ya. But it'll be good practice."

I hum in agreement, peppering kisses against his lip before diving in for a deeper one. Hands fall to my hips again, kneading at my flesh as Kankuro's lips brush against mine. "I want to taste you, flower," he murmurs against my mouth. "Color?" He teases me a bit, hands starting to hike up my dress.

"Green."

Another smile cracks across his face as he pushes me backward, my spine connecting to the wall. My eyes flicker to the side, taking a quick peek at the people only a couple of feet away.

Ro settles on his knees again, head ducking under the material of my dress. My skirt tumbles down his back, concealing him slightly. Lips brush against my thighs again as fingers toy alongside them, the sizzling from his chakra strands colliding with my skin. My attention focuses outside the door, nervously scanning the partygoers.

Soon teeth sink into my skin, pulling a whimper from my lungs. "Color?" Kankuro asks again, his tongue tracing the bite mark.

"Green."

     More bite marks are littered, Ro toying with the depth of his teeth as his mouth crawls around my legs. His fingertips slide up my hips, snaking under my panties and clinging to the material. He tugs on the material, slowly pulling it down my legs before settling them around my knees. "Color?"

"Green," I breathe out, anticipation creeping from my core. My legs shift, squeezing Kuro as he inches his way up my legs again, teasing me with his slow pace. "Kankuro?"

     "Lily?"

     "You're teasing, that's not very nice."

     "I know," he chuckles out, kissing my stomach before a long slow lick slithers through my folds. "I like it when you squirm."

After the mocking sentence is out, Kankuro's tongue plunges into me, instantly starting to thrust the muscle in and out. "Ro," I mutter, settling my hands on his head.

My eyes flicker out the door, scanning the room of people again. Before I can stop it, my hips are thrust forward, grinding myself against Kuro's face.

     He chuckles at me, tongue swirling around my clit before his lips latch around it. One of his hands falls down my leg, poking at my hole as his mouth focuses on my clit. It's a weird mix of pleasure and electric energy sizzling off his chakra threads. "Color?" He mutters against me, two fingers sliding into me.

"Green. So green," I answer, back arching as my eyes flutter away from the door, settling on the imprint of Kankuro under my dress. His fingers pound into me, kisses and lick being littered over my clit and thighs. "Ro," I mutter, tugging up my skirt.

Once the material is balled up, exposing my lovely suitor, I'm met with dark eyes staring up at me and beyond speared face paint. "Desert Lily?" He calls back, eyes staying locked on me as he continues to play me, fingers sinking in and out, and tongue lapping me up.

"Please?" Is all I can manage to push out, eyes repeatedly flickering from the door's opening to Kuro wrapped up between my legs.

"Please what?" He pushes, pulling his fingers out of me before he climbs to his feet. Kuro's hands slide up my slides, keeping my skirt up and pussy exposed. "What do you want, my pretty lily?"

The words stick in my throat as I cling to his arms, nails digging into his bicep as I try to pull him closer. "Please?"

"Please what?" Kankuro repeats hips pressed against mine as his hands fall from me. "Please fuck you? Is that what you want? Do you want me to fill you up with everyone ten paces away?" His hands are busy as he degrades me, undoing his pants and tugging himself out of his boxers.

The words sink into my core, dragging even more arousal down with them. "Color?" The word comes out soft, Kuro's focus intense as he scans my face.

"Green," I whisper, eyes falling to his dick. His hand is slow as he pumps himself, the tip pink and screaming to be shoved into me.

"Okay, good," he mutters, shifting against me. His penis settles between my folds, hands gripping my knees before picking me up. I'm pressed against the wall, legs around his torso and my own hands sliding up to his shoulders.

"You are gorgeous," Kankuro mutters against my neck, littering soft kisses against my skin.

"You are handsome," I echo, leaning down to litter his face in kisses.

He smiles at me, a hand loosening on me to line himself up to me. His tip pokes in, settling there as his now free hand slithers up my neck, fingers sliding under the gold chain dangling around my neck. Slowly his grip increases, gently cutting off my air flow.

"Yellow," I mutter, when his grip becomes a little too tight.

Kankuro's head lifts, eyes locked on me as he loosens his hold a bit. "Color?"

"Green."

"Good," he mutters, head lowering again as he sinks into me. His pace is slow, making sure I feel every inch of him as he bottoms out. "You are perfect," he mutters, hand pulsing, hold tightening before going back to the approved grip.

Kuro settles in me for a second, letting me soak in the feeling of him. It's nice, having him wrapped around me and having him buried deep. "I'm going to move now," he whispers, the pace still slow as he pulls out.

It stays like this, slow and soft, and not enough for me. "Lord Sabaku," I tease, trying to sink him into me faster by tightening my legs around him. "Please move faster."

His head flips up, eyes locked on mine as he stills. "If you want to act big and official, I'll fuck you out there," he warns, hand sliding further up so his fingers can cling to my jaw. He shifts my head to the side, forcing me to look at the Sand Village's visitors again.

"Is that what you want?" He asks, giving in to my requests. His thrusts are faster but still shallow, his dick being pulled out almost as soon as it tips back in. "Do you want all our allies to see me destroy you?"

"Will it make you fuck me like a Lord instead of a civilian?" I ask, testing Kankuro as much as he's testing me.

He chuckles, the noise coming out deeper than his normal laugh. "Oh, so Miss Civilian thinks she knows everything, huh?" Kuro asks, once again giving in to my request. His thrusts are deep and fast, fully stretching me every time. "Do you know what it's like to be fucked by a Lord? Have you messed around with a Lord before?"

"No," I mutter, heart pounding as someone shifts closer to the kitchen.

"Oh, then you just want to be lusted after by them then? Is that what you want? Was your whiney little 'please don't' just a ploy?" Kankuro's head shifts back down, sucking on the skin of my neck as he speaks. His tongue slithers out repeatedly, attacking the skin of my throat that pokes out between his fingers. "You want to be fucked in front of everyone, don't you? Is that what you want? For everyone to watch as you fall apart on your Lord's dick?"

"No," I hiss out, breath heavy from the constant pressure on my neck. I clinging to his shoulders and tugging myself closer to him.

Despite my plea of difference, I clench around him from the thought, which doesn't go unnoticed by the shinoboi. "Ya? Maybe tell your body, Lily, because it seems to like that idea." Teeth sink into my neck, clinging to my already bruised skin as Kankuro continues to pound me.

The mix of Ro's mouth clinging to me, his chakra threads buzzing against my skin, and his dick nonstop pounding me breaks me. "Kankuro," I hiss, nails clinging to his shoulders and head falling to hang against him. "My lord," I mutter as I come on done on him, my juices flowing down my thighs.

"Yes, Desert Lily?" He purrs into my ear, his thrusts slow but still deep as he chases his high. "You are beautiful," Kuro mutters the hand around my neck loosening but staying put as I try to catch my breath. "You are excellent," he continues to praise, burying himself in me.

Despite his hips being still, I feel him twitch before warm slowly bubbles into me. "Did you...?"

"Ya," he huffs out, still clinging to me as he tries to catch his breath. The room falls quiet, the soft mix of our breathing and the sounds from the party filtering in. "Color?" He mutters, lazy kisses tracing the recently made bruises.

"Yellow."

"Why?" He asks, head lifting to look at me again, this time softer.

"Because you finished in me, Kankuro," I hiss, looking at him in disbelief. I swear this man is so lucky I like him despite how dumb he can be. "Are you trying to get me pregnant?"

A huge smile cracks across his face as he chuckles silently. "I mean, my main thought was how warm and snug you felt around my cock but if you did end up pregnant it would be good grounds to marry you sooner."

"Kankuro!" I gasp, empty anger sizzling in my words as I tap the side of his head.

"I'm kidding, Lily," he says, a cocky smile still on his face, letting me know he is not kidding. "Let's straighten you up before Temari notices we're gone and flips her lid."

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"Where have you been?" A very angry Temari asks through clenched teeth.

"We went on a walk," Kuro answers, shrugging his shoulders as he continues to usher me back into the ballroom.

"Ya? Ya?" My suitor's older sister asks, a sarcastic smile on her face as she shakes her head. "Last time I checked, going on a walk doesn't require you to reapply your face paint," she hisses, smearing one of the newly applied lines on Ro's face for good measure.

Our clean-up was rushed and half-done. Kuro rushed me up the stairs to remove our smeared paint and reapply it. Since it wasn't very detail-oriented, purple smears still coat my hidden legs and Ro settled on piling on more gold chains to hide the old and new bruises decorating my neck. The chains are heavy but a lot less time-consuming than the design that's smeared and hidden under the new jewelry.

     "If people - like you - would stop smearing it maybe I wouldn't have to keep reapplying it," Kuro snaps back, rolling his eyes at his older sister.

     "I swear Kankuro, if there's a new scandal because of you-"

     "Oh my lord, Temari. Chill. It's a long event, my makeup is going to get smeared, so I'm going to reapply it," Ro rants, his fingers lacing with mine before his thumb rubs circles into my hand. The soft touches soak away my anxiety, making me feel a bit better. Maybe Temari doesn't know as much as she's pretty to know.

     His sister glances between us, glaring deep in her face before huffs. "Fine. Don't disappear again though. It looks bad on the Village."

     "Ya, ya, ya," he mumbles, rolling his eyes at his sister again. Ro's sight settles on me for a second. His head shakes, a cocky smile on his face as he looks away from me. "Scandalous," he teases, glancing at me again before looking away.

     "Says the guy smiling ear to ear," I shoot back, my smile crawling on my face.

     "My pretty little lily?" I hum a yes, scanning the partygoers. Lord Fifth seems to have found a puppy while we were gone. A blonde boy with whiskers is chatting his ear off as Gaara nods his head, attention intensely on the boy. "I think you should come over tomorrow."

     "To do what?"

     "Take a wild guess," he says, tugging me in front of him. Arms fall around my hips, tugging me against Kankuro who's very obviously ready for round two.

     "Oh," I utter, heat crawling up my face, making the face paint seem even heavier against my skin.

     "We'll get dinner too, but I'm going to have my dessert first," he teases, rubbing circles into my hips and pawing at my thighs.

"I don't know how you have so much stamina."

"Because I'm a good shinobi, duh. I can't have my Desert Lily being panned after by a lousy ninja."

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#kankuro sabaku #kankuro oneshot #kankuro sabaku oneshot #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #kankuro x reader #kankuro sabaku x reader #naruto shippuden smut #kankuro smut #kankuro sabaku smut

[13as07]

Desert Lily #1

(Kankuro Sabaku)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to unknown]

Requested by: Myself

[Idea (somewhat) inspired by the imagine above]

Keys:

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 4,123

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Definitely going to do a part #2 and #3 cause I like this story line

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     I hum softly to myself as I walk through the empty hallways of the Hokage mansion. I'm not a fan of the place. The muniment gives me the creeps; as do its residents.

Well, just Lord Fifth. The way he slithers around the huge place, appearing where he pleases when he pleases. Given it is rightfully his home and always has been. Nepo-baby at its finest. Though I shouldn't be so harsh. Temari and Kankuro hold high standings in the village because of their father right alongside our Hokage.

I should take it as an honor that our Lord welcomes me into his home, even if it doesn't seem he does it willingly.

As if Kankuro's emotionally underdeveloped brother could hear my thoughts, a door swings open with the Sand's Kage walking out of it. He's wrapped up in his official robes, the Kage hat coating his face heavily from the oversizing. A big hat for a big-headed Hokage. I smile a bit at that. I’m really mean, perhaps I should be nice to my village's leader. Or at the very least, be nice to the little brother of the man courting me.

"Lord Fifth," I mumble, bowing my head down. If my thoughts can't be nice, my body language can be.

"Do not bow to me," he huffs, my eyes catching a glimpse of the end of his robes as he walks toward me.

"I didn't know you didn't appreciate respect," I mumble, snapping my head back up. I shouldn't have said that. My big mouth always getting in the way.

Gaara tilts his head some, a sliver of confusion in his eyes as he looks at me. "I appreciate the respect given to me by all my civilians," he answers, tipping his hat back. It doesn't stay though, slipping right back down to coat his eyes.

What a humorous little guy. I know very little about Kankura's childhood and even less about the childhood of his siblings. From the offhand comments and whispers around the village, it was not very pleasant, much less the luxurious one you'd expect for the princes and princess of our village. Even if only a fraction of the rumors are true, it would explain a lot.

     "Is that so?" I ask, a bit of a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.

     "Yes," he answers shortly, turning on his heels and walking away. "Walk with me?" Gaara asks though it's more of a statement than a question. I obey, making quick steps so I can fall in pace with him. "What are your thoughts on sapphires?"

     "Sapphires?" I ask, glancing at the young leader of our village. He's looking back at me, the paleness of his eyes catching me off guard a bit. I snap my eyes away, focusing on the hallway ahead of us.

     "Yes," he answers shortly, eyes still burning into me.

     "They're nice... I think."

     "You think?" Gaara asks, stopping his movements.

     I stop too, turning my attention back to the scary kid standing next to me. Our Lord is the same age as me, but despite that, he still has quite the baby face. "I've never seen one so I don't know."

     He rolls my words over for a while, still looking at me as he does so. Our Lord's eyes are pretty despite their pale coloring of them. They remind me of Kankuro's, though Ro's are brighter than his brother's.

     "Well," he starts, head tilted in confusion again. "A lady of your standing should know what a sapphire is."

     "My Lord, I do not have any standing in the village. I'm not even on the waitlist to be considered for any standing. Perhaps you are mixing up my bloodline," I answer in a bit of a ramble.

     Does my Lord not know who I am? I mean, I would understand since our village is quite large but his brother is courting me. Am I not the only woman Kankuro is courting? Maybe both of them were misled about my family. Is Kankuro going to stop courting me when this misunderstanding is cleared up?

     "Of course, you have standing in the village. Quite a high standing, might I add," Gaara says, starting up his paces again.

     I follow after him, face scrunched up with confusion. Did he not hear me? Maybe he just doesn't believe me. What has Ro told his brother about me? Is he ashamed of courting the daughter of a nightshade farmer?

     "My Lord-" I try again, but get cut off.

     "Gaara."

     My voice catches in my throat, causing a small squeak to come out instead. "Gaara," I say quietly before continuing my sentence. "I don't think you understand-"

     Once again, I get cut off. "I am aware of your bloodline. I am also aware of my bloodline. The same bloodline my brother shares. Even without my... egotistical brother, your family is quite useful to our village. After all, I don't know a single shinobi within the gates of the village that hasn't used nightshade after an injury."

     Oh. Maybe he's not confused. "I still don't fully follow, my Lord."

     "Gaara," he corrects again, causing the warmth of embarrassment to start crawling up my neck. "You shall eventually. I may not understand my brother but I am aware of his title, the title you'll inherit."

     "I don't-"

     "I must go. The meeting break will be ending soon. I shall see you soon I assume, Princess?" With that Gaara knocks on the door next to us before nodding at me. Before I can get another word in, he turns on his heels and starts walking back down the corridor.

     My head is spinning as I look after him. What title am I going to inherit from Kankuro? How would I even inherit anything from him? Why was the Lord asking me about sapphires? Why would he want to walk with me? Why did he call me Princess? There's no way he meant it as a pet name, he doesn't even know what sarcasm is! Why would he want me to call him-

     "Y/N?" A voice calls, cutting off my thoughts. I'm getting annoyed with getting cut off. Do people have no respect?

     It takes a second but I do end up processing it as Ro's voice. "Ro," I call, turning in the direction of his voice. Even more confusion rolls around my head as I look at him. "You're... where's... goodbye," I stumble over my words for a second before closing the door, separating me from a makeup-less Kankuro.

     My suitor hasn't kept his features hidden from me. He's taken his hood and forehead protection off around me before, showing his brown locks and his face better. I've even played with his hair before, usually picking out sand specks after a mission or training exercise. I've held his face so many times that I have the layout memorized and almost permanent purple ink on my fingertips from his makeup.

     I've never seen Ro without his makeup though. He's very handsome with and without it on. I just wasn't prepared to see his bare face after the confusion dump his brother left me in.

     I feel like this is a big step in our relationship... right? I mean, he's never seen me without makeup either. If Kankuro saw me without makeup I'd consider it a big step. Does he expect to see my bare face now too? Is he upset I saw him without his face paint on? Is he going to be mad? Maybe I should apologize. Maybe I should just go home.

     A knock on the door cuts me out of my thoughts again. It causes more confusion to swirl around my head. The confusion is quickly racing towards upset territory. A second and third knock echo through the hallway, not helping the headache that has started to form from my overthinking. A fourth, fifth, and sixth knock comes before I decide to open the door again.

     "Hello my Desert Lily," Ro says, a smile on his still bare face. His head is titled in confusion, the same way Lord Fifth's was a few minutes ago. The confusion has reached his soft eyes, concern mixing with it. "Are you alright?"

"I'm... my..." I puff out my checks, trying to get words to form as I focus on Ro's face. I like him without his face paint. Don't get me wrong, he looks good in it, but his face is so handsome without it.

"My little Lily," he mumbles, hands reaching out to cup my face. The roughness of his skin brings me some comfort and helps me sort my thoughts a little easier. "What is on your mind?"

"You're not... you don't have your face paint on," I answer, sucking my cheek in so I can nibble on it.

My eyes end up settling on Ro's mouth, memories of our first kiss swirling around my head. It happened a couple of days ago. It was sweet but short. I didn't want it to be that short, and I wanted it to happen again but it didn't. The Lord ended up needing him for something, so I didn't get what I wanted.

"Do you not like it?" He asks, his words slow and careful as they fill the air. His tone is filled with worry, also evident from his scrunched-up face.

"I-"

"If you don't like it I'll go put some on. I don't mind," Kankuro rushes out, eyes blinking quickly as he scans my face.

"You just... look handsome," I answer, tilting my head in worry. "Ro? Do you... you know you don't have to change your appearance for me right?"

"Ya, of course, I know that," he rushes out, his breath a little huffy as he drops his hold on my face. "It would be, so lame if I... yes, I know that." I tuck his reaction away for later. I have the feeling if I push the subject it'll end up with us talking in circles. "So... um was the whole 'goodbye' thing just because of this?" He asks, circling his face a couple of times.

"No, your brother has me doing mental laps."

"Oh great, what did Gaara do now?" Ro asks, taking hold of my hand and gently tugging me into his room.

This is another first. I've never been in his room before. It's how I expected it to look. Tools and puppet parts are littered all over the room. There's less mess than there is in his workshop, but still very much a puppet-making space. His bed is one of those huge fancy beds with the currents you can pull around it. There's a small couch pushed across from a TV, the coffee table in front of it covered in different scrolls and paper. The wood-shaving-covered desk in the corner looks the same as the coffee table. Two single doors are stamped into one of the walls, but both are closed so I don't know what's passed them.

"My Lily?" Kankuro calls, pulling my attention from my surroundings to himself again.

"He just... said a lot of confusing things."

"Like what?" He asks, gently herding me towards his bed. I do as he wants, heading towards the bed before sitting on the edge of it, the footboard gently digging into my thighs.

     "He asked me about sapphires," I answer, scanning over the room again. My focus is mostly on the puppet parts. Kankuro's art always interests me; all the different colors and how the parts are put together.

     "He asked you about what?" Ro asks, voice chipped and sharp with anger as he asks his question.

     "About sapphires," I repeat carefully, tearing my eyes away from a half-made spider-looking puppet. Ro's chest is pumping fast, eyes wide but I'm not sure why. His voice seemed angry but his eyes seem fearful. "Why are you upset?"

     "I'm not upset. I'm fine. What... exactly did he ask?"

     "Just my thoughts on them," I answer, trying to keep my voice calm in light in hopes it'll run off on my suitor.

     "Okay, okay, okay," Kankuro mumbles to himself, pacing around the room. A piece of wood catches his eye, turning his panicked attention toward it. I watch as he toys with it, his eyes scanning the room for something. "What are your thoughts on them?" He asks, words broken up as he walks toward whatever he is searching for. It's a pencil.

     I watch as he sketches soft lines into the wood, my eyes locking in his fingers that flex and relax against his work. "Haven't seen one so I don't have any thoughts on them."

     Silence falls between us, giving me time to look over his half-worked art pieces again. When the board digging into my thighs becomes too much I decide to shove my shoes off and settle into the bed better.

     Once I'm comfortable lying on my back with my knees propped up, Ro peeps up again. "Is that all you two talked about?" His words are careful again, attention on me as he scans my face. His face is the shallow 'trying to stay cool' look he does when we run into shinobis around the village. I don't know how to take that.

     "No, we talked about some other things too."

     "Like what?" Kankuro's sentence falls out so quickly that it almost overlaps the end of my own. Is he mad I talked with his brother? Is that why he's trying so hard to keep her cool?

     "He seemed a little upset when I bowed," I murmur, doing my own scanning for a reaction. I've seen Ro mad before and it's pretty scary. Would he lose his temper with me? I'd be lying if I said the knowledge of what Kankuro can do didn't scare me. He is a puppeteer after all, which makes it pretty easy to control others, especially those that aren't trained as shunobis, like me.

     His face softens, concern breaking the mask he tried to hide behind. "What do you mean by upset?"

     "Lord Fifth was just a little snippy about me bowing to him. Well, I wouldn't say snippy. He was pretty relaxed about it and about me calling him Lord instead of Gaara."

     Kankuro's mask is back up for a second before a huge smile covers his face. "My brother asked you to call him by his name?" I nod my head, yes, sending him a small smile back. "That's... chill," he murmurs, turning his attention back to his wood chunk.

     My sand prince is a really happy person, but other than his normal 'happy-go-lucky' attitude he won't show his other emotions very much or for very long. I've accepted that if we do plan to start a relationship it'll take some time to build enough trust for Ro to be more open about himself and his feelings.

     Once again silence falls between us, but this time Kankuro moves closer to me. He sits down on the edge of the bed, his back to me as he focuses on his handy work. I take the time to admire the soft outline of his shoulder muscles. Puppeteering works out your arms a lot and it has done Ro some favors.

     Before I can stop myself I reach my hand out, letting my fingertips feather over his shoulder muscles. Ro tenses under my touch but slowly starts to relax as my hand dances over his clothing. "I want to talk to you about something," I whisper, sliding myself closer so both hands can rub on him.

     The pencil scratches that were filling the space stop, but nothing else ends up filling the space. "So, the main thing your brother and me talked about was social standings."

     "Gaara can be a little... unaware of what he says sometimes. Whatever he said probably just came out wrong."

     "I don't know about that. He seemed pretty set on what he said," I mumble as I sit up. I shift myself around again, sitting on my knees. I make sure to keep plenty of space between us, causing my arms to stay stretched out. I start massaging Ro's shoulders instead of my light touches. I can tell he needs it from all the knots tightened up under his skin.

     "What did he say?" Kankuro says, a soft groan following his words.

     My heart flips at the sound as thoughts of our kiss fill my head again. I can feel the heat crawling across my face as the thought of asking for another - deeper - kiss keeps repeating in my head.

     "Gaara said I have 'high social standing' and when I tried to correct him he kept insisting I did. He also mentioned something about title inheritance which I don't understand at all. Plus your brother called me 'Princess' and I'm pretty sure it has to do with all that cause I don't think your brother understands pet names," the words come out in a word dump, my attempt to shove the words out before my overthinking gets to me.

     Ro's head tips back to look at me, eyelashes flutter on overtime as he rapidly blinks at me. I stare back at him, my eyes blinking a lot slower than his. "My desert Lily," he says, his words warm as they collide with my ears. The warmth continues to fill me up, making me feel like actual lilies are blooming in my chest.

     "Ya?" I call back, my eyes settling on his lips again. I want another kiss. I let myself scoot closer, my hands dipping down to his chest as I move.

     "You are aware of my siblings and my titles, ya?" He asks, eyes drooping over my face slowly. Kankuro's hands slide up, tangling themselves with mine, the wooden project completely forgotten.

     I hum a yes, dipping my head down lower. The space between us is thin, so thin that only a sheet of paper could slip through. My mind races from our position. Should I kiss him? Should I wait for him to kiss me? Am I too close to him? Am I not close enough?

     "Uh... with... our father being the last Kage, my siblings and I still hold titles of... um, princess and prince, which passes down to our life partners and kids." Ro's words come out broken again, his head tilting to take up more of the small space between us. His lips are so close to mine that I can almost feel them against me.

     "Oh," I breathe out before fluttering my eyes closed. I need him to kiss me, I need him to do it now before my thoughts pull me back.

     The bedsheets ruffle as Kankuro shifts again, his lips feathery light against mine. "There are customs that come with that though. Approval from the family Kage, family jewelry being gifted, and a dumb long list of all the other customs."

     I can feel a desperate whine clawing up my throat from the teasing butterfly touches. "Kankuro," I whisper, a hum being sent back as an answer. I huff a little, coating his face in warm air.

     I can feel the smile curling on his lips, which only makes the stifled whine even harder to hold down. More shifting fills my ears before the feeling of Ro's fingertips ghost over my neck. Shivers are chased by sparks that rash from his small touches. "I can't read your mind. Tell me what you want, my beautiful flower."

     By the last syllable, my whine had won. The long soft mewl gets me what I want. Ro's hand slides around my neck, his palm barely against my neck, fingertips slightly denting my skin as he holds me still. His lips are finally pressed against my own, his mouth catching my noise before it's finished. Our lips dance against each other for a while, lungs screaming for air, and more sparks filling me up and sinking to my stomach.

     When Kankuro pulls away another whine spills out, getting me sparkling eyes and a soft chuckle from my suitor. My nails dig gently into his chest as I attempt to pull him back to my lips. Once again I'm given what I want, a string of soft short kisses.

     Sadly my kisses are cut off from a knock at the door. "I'm sorry," Ro mumbles, peppering a few more kisses to my lips before letting me go. I can feel the deep pout on my face as I watch him get up and walk over to the door.

     He smiles at me softly, eyes soft and so full of admiration as he looks at me. "Absolutely gorgeous," Kankuro murmurs before turning his attention away from me.

     I flap back on the bed, the tension slowly creeping out of me from the lack of Ro being wrapped up in my space. I watch as he opens the door, cracking it enough to fit himself in the open space but closed enough that I'm not seen. Is he ashamed of me being in his room? Or is he just worked up from our make-out session? Maybe it's part of the customs he was talking about? Is me being in his room against those customs?

     The voice on the other side of the door is hushed enough that I can't make out the words but loud enough that I recognize it as Temari. "I know," Kankuro whines, slumping against the door frame.

     Another hushed whispering before "No, she's not in here, that would be like so against the rules."

     This round of mumbles is harsher, Temari's anger making her voice raise a bit. "I know!" Ro whines again, a groan following his words. It's not the relaxed happy groan from earlier though, this one is a pissy groan. "Ya, ya, ya. Give me a couple of minutes," he answers again before slamming the door shut. The frame creeks against the tension before falling silent again.

     Once the door is shut Kankuro races back to the bed. His hand is instantly back in place, gently wrapped back around my neck, the other pinning my wrists down as he hovers over me. I can feel every inch of him pressed against me, securing my spot on the mattress.

     He wastes no time, lips back against mine. Ro is a lot rougher this time; hand tighter on my skin, lips doing all they can to bruise mine, body pinning me in place. Kankuro's hunger is evident from the way he devours me, only pulling back long enough to suck in a quick breath before going back to my mouth.

     "I'm sorry," he races out once he's gotten his fill. Ro's hands stay in place but are back to the light touches from before. He picks himself off of me a bit, giving me room to move around again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I am so sorry, my little lily." More apologies fall from my suitor, each one chased by little kisses on any skin Ro can get to. His hand shifts as he jumps between my neck and my face.

     "Ro-"

     "I'm sorry."

     "Kuro-"

     "I shouldn't have - I'm sorry. I really should have - I'm sorry," I can feel the waves of panic ripping off of him, his kisses getting desperate as if he can kiss the experience off my skin.

     "Kankuro," I call again, wiggling my wrists in his hold.

     His hands drop off of me and shift to lifting himself off of me, leaving him in a push-up-like form. "I'm sorry," he says for the hundredth time.

     "Why are you sorry?" I murmur, lifting my hands to cup his face.

     Ro's head tilts, gentle kisses being pressed against my fingers. "I shouldn't have been so rough without asking," he whispers as if the words will click my reaction in the other direction.

     "Kankuro," I call out smoothly, letting my fingertips slide against his lips as he presses more kisses into me. "It's okay, you're fine, I'm fine. Just give a little bit of a warning next time, okay?"

     "Okay. Okay, I will, I swear, okay," he murmurs more to himself than me. It hurts a bit seeing how panicked he is. Maybe Kankuro fears what he can do to me more than I fear it myself. I think in our next meeting I should start poking at his life before me. There has to be a reason Ro fears himself so much. "I'm sorry," he says again, soft kisses tracing up my arm.

     "It's okay," I answer again, softly playing with the ends of his hair. Perhaps my suitor’s walls aren't as high as I thought they were.

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[13as07]

Desert Lily #2

(Kankuro Sabaku)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to TashasStuff]

Requested by: @tadomikiku

Word Count: 3,358

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Fun fact, average price of a camel in the US is $5,000

Bruises/Liking Markings (there's probably a better explanation for that but I can't think of it)

Little heated at the end

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Kankuro's eyes won't break their focus on my wrists. Small fingertip bruises decorate my skin - an after-effect of yesterday's time together. "They're so..."

"Pretty?" I ask, admiring the small discoloration of my skin.

     "Dark," he mutters, eyes fluttering to my face before settling on the bruising again. "I don't..." Kankuro cuts himself off, tugging my sleeves down before he stands up from the table.

"Hey!" I call after him, quickly climbing to my feet. "What about lunch, Ro?"

"We can eat at the house," he mutters, grabbing behind himself for me. His fingers latch around my wrist before he stutters, movements frozen for a second as he looks over our place of connection. "I'm sorry," he whispers, sliding his hold to my elbow.

"For what?" I ask, leaning against his side as I'm led back to the Hokage's manor.

"I don't know," the words come out quietly, like he's saying them to himself instead of me. "I have a present for you," Kuro quickly adds, smiling down at me. His face is coated in his normal purple paint, making me a bit sad. I wish he'd wear his face bare in public.

"Ya?" I ask my excitement taking over. "What is it?"

"You'll have to wait and see," he answers, sliding my arm through his, and continuing to lead me back to his home. "Though I bet you could guess."

"Probably," I say, a giggle escaping with the word as the whole 'sapphire' conversation rings around my head.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, his eyes snagging on the more hidden bruises around my throat. His steps freeze for a moment before quickly picking up again.

"For what?" I ask again, close to jogging to keep pace with Kankuro. This is not how I imagined our lunch date going. "Ro?" I call, tugging on him in an attempt to get him still.

"Desert Lily," he huffs out, dragging me forward. Curse the sand that seems to cover everything, making it easy for him to drag me forward.

"We need to talk."

"We are talking," he utters, ignoring one of the villagers trying to flag him over.

I wiggle around, managing to unhook my arm from his, making Kuro lose his leverage to tug me around. "Kankuro."

"Flower," he sighs, stopping a few paces ahead of me. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You never want to talk about anything," I groan, crossing my arms over my chest. Why is he being so difficult? Why won't he ever talk to me about what's bothering him? Why do my bruises bother him so much? "If you're not going to talk about it, I'll just go home."

He sighs, slowly turning toward me with his usual stone-face mask on. "Why are you being difficult?" I'm not the one being difficult!

"I just want to know why you're upset. We can't fix a problem if we don't communicate. Is that the kind of marriage you want to have? One filled with secrets?"

     Ro's mask falls for a second, sadness coating his eyes before it's snapped back into place. "We're not going to talk about it." With that, I stay true to my threat, turning on my heels and walking away. "Lily, please," he calls, heavy footsteps echoing behind as he walks after me.

     "We're not going to talk until we talk about whatever is going on with you," I tell him before falling silent the rest of the walk home, Kankuro calls after me, trying to get me to speak to him.

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I'm fuming as I walk the quick path to the Hokage's office. It's been a while since Kankuro and I have talked let alone seen each other. Despite the distance, apology presents keep showing up; flowers, goodies, cards, snacks, and a camel.

Kankuro sent me a camel this morning. The man who won't talk about his feelings will drop seven hundred and fifty thousand yen on a camel. But won't talk about his feelings. But he'll send a honey-colored camel that I ironically named Honey.

With said camel, came an order of appearance by the ruling of Lord Gaara. Coincidence? I think not, hence why I'm fuming.

"Kankuro?!" I hiss, slamming the office door open. As suspected, Kankuro is lazily sat in an armchair across the desk from his younger brother.

"Hey, Lily!" He cheers, posture straightening as a smile crawls across his face. "Did you get the camel I sent you?"

"Yes, I got the camel you sent me," I continue to hiss, emphasizing the word 'camel'. What kind of suitor sends their suite a camel? A rich suitor, that's who. "I named her Honey," I add, trying my best to stay pissed. I fail miserably, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't already attached to my desert brand horse.

"Him," Kuro corrects, head prompt on his hand as he looks at me with that stupid 'I'm so in love with you' look. His big stupid eyes look so soft and get highlighted by his stupid makeup. Dumb, power difference, desert ninja.

"Him," I mock, walking up to the desk and turning my attention to Gaara. "An order of appearance? Really, My Lord?"

"Gaara," the redhead corrects, not bothering to look up from whatever is holding his attention. "I asked you to call me Gaara."

"Fine, Gaara, an order of appearance? Really?"

He shrugs, glancing at me, and then his brother before turning back to his work. "Kankuro needs your measurements," Lord Fifth shortly explains.

"My measurements?" I ask, turning to the still love-struck-looking suitor of mine. "You don't talk to me for three days, then have your brother abuse his power so you can find out how big my boobs are?" I'm beyond fuming at this point. What the hell is Kankuro's problem? What the hell is Gaara's problem?!

"Technically, you're not talking to me," Ro answers, that stupid lopsided smile on his face. "And ya, your measurements. I want to make sure your dress fits."

     "My dress?"

     "Your dress," he repeats, leaving me with more questions than answers. What dress? Why is Kankuro having a dress made? He is having it made, right? Why else would he need my measurements? "Oh and one more thing," he mutters, getting up from his seat.

     I'm still angry as Kuro shifts himself closer to me, wrapping my hand in his before he bends down. Kisses are littered across my skin. "Would you go to the Great Nation gala with me?" He asks, looking up at me through his stupid long eyelashes, still bent over my hand as he litters kisses across my fingertips.

     "Idiot," I mutter, looking away from him as heat climbs up my neck. Why does Kankuro have to be so charming?

     "Is that a no?" He asks, straightening his posture. His fingers are laced in mine as he looks down at me, still smiling.

     "No, it's not a no," I mumble, raising my free hand to trace the pattern of today's face paint. "I suppose I'll go to the gala with you."

     My 'yes' is rewarded with a bigger smile, this one toothy and straighter compared to his usual grin. "Well then my Desert Lily, I'll have to take you on another date so I can fill you in on everything." Cockiness seeps from him, an effect of him winning our silent game.

     "I guess so," I swear this man is lucky I like him.

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     I can feel the panic settling in my chest, caused by the strings of my dress being pulled. It's weird having someone to lace my dress, it's weird having someone to do my makeup and my hair. It's even weirder having someone constantly ask if I need something and then rushing off to go get or do said thing.

     Aside from the slight culture shock of Kankuro's life compared to mine, the rushed speech from Temari also races through my head, quickly adding to my anxiety. As I was being ushered into a guest room, Ro's sister was spewing the Hokage family customs at me.

When Lord Fifth stands, we all stand. When he sits, we sit.

Make sure I bow when I see Lord Fifth or when I see any other Hokages of our bonded Nations.

No kissing or obnoxious displays of affection. Arm through arm or hand-holding; that's it.

No nicknames. Ro is Kankuro, Tameri is Lady Sabaku, and Gaara is Lord Fifth.

Firm handshakes, good posture, no slouching.

I am Lord Kankuro's Consort. Do not answer to Lady or any other title. Consort Sabaku.

The rushed customs swirl around my head on repeat, along with the other ones I can't quite remember. The whole time more panic rises in my chest.

     What if I don't stay within the customs? What if I accidentally upset one of the other nations? What if I embarrass Kuro? Why did I have to throw a hissy fit? If I hadn’t, there would have been more time to prepare. Kankuro could have asked sooner, I would have had more time to practice all these dumb rules, I would have -

     "Are you breathing?" A soft voice whispers in my ear as fingers slide under the laces of my dress, gently tugging them looser. "I don't think you're breathing," Kankuro teases, fingers still tugging away at the bands of my dress.

     "I'm breathing," I hiss out, breath shaky despite my attempt to even it out.

     Ro chuckles, a soft kiss brushing against the shell of my ear before he relaces my dress, a bit looser this time. "My Desert Lily?"

     I hum a yes, looking myself over in the mirror. Maybe I should have one of the servants retie my dress once he's done. I might not have been able to breathe easily but my waist looked better with the strings pulled tighter.

     My eyes flicker to Kankuro, taking in his dressiness. He's in a suit which is both hot and weird. I couldn't ever imagine Ro in a suit, but he looks good in it. Especially his shoulder. God his shoulders. My mind wonders, replaying our 'scandalous' moment together as Temari called it. His hair is messy like usual, but I think it adds to the look. Also like usual, purple strips coat his face, highlighting his eyes how I like.

     "See something you like?" He teases, another shallow kiss being brushed against my neck. Kuro weavers, eyes flickering to the yellowing bruises not so hidden because of my dress. "I'm sorry."

     "Why do you keep saying that?" I ask, shifting backward. From my movement, his hands are stuck between himself and me, effectively putting a hold on his attention to my dress.

     "Because I am sorry," he mumbles, gently pushing me forward so he can finish tying the cloth to me.

     "But why are you sorry?" I push keeping my voice as calm as I can, trying to push my anxiety to the side to focus on Kankuro. I don't want to cause another fight, especially at an event as big as this, but we do need to talk about whatever is going on in the puppeteer's head.

     He stays quiet, undoing and retying the bow at the end of my laces. "I didn't mean to... I don't like that... Doing that reminds me..." Ro's face scrunches, smearing the still-wet paint coating his features. His jaw clicks as he clenches and unclenches it, face making micro-movements as he tries to figure out his wording.

     "Ro?"

     "Lily?"

     "I like my bruises," I confess, leaning against him again. "I wish you'd give me more. I wish you'd do more."

     Kuro's eyes flutter closed as his arms wrap around my waist, gently squeezing my love handles. "Please, don't say that, Flower," he whispers - begs as his fingers toy with my sides.

     "Why?" I continue to push, resting my hands on top of his as I watch the mirror, scanning for his awaited reaction.

     "I didn't mean to leave bruises... I don't... I enjoy seeing them and I don't... like that I enjoy it," Kankuro's confession comes out in broken chunks, face scrunched up again as he focuses on settling the pounding of his lungs.

     I turn in his hold, wrapping my arms around his neck before settling my head over his heart, letting the pitter-patter of his heart calm my anxieties. "Why does it bother you? Why don't you like that you like them?"

     Hands continue to knead at my skin, pushing into my flesh hard before settling down again once Kuro notices how deep his fingertips dig into me.

     "Leaving proof that I hurt you... even if there wasn't... knowing I hurt you..." A deep sigh escapes Kuro as he struggles to explain his thoughts and his feelings on the matter. "I grew up with a feared Hokage as a father and now, with Gaara... I don't want to be feared like my father. He did terrible things regardless of how it would affect people... regardless of how it would affect his family... I don't..."

     "Kuro," I mutter, instinctively reaching up to trace the half-dried makeup covering him, promising to dye my fingers purple. "You didn't hurt me."

     "I... I did... though. There's proof of it. On your neck, on your wrists, and probably on your sides now," he rushes out, panic quickly coating his words.

     "Kankuro," I try again, shifting my head upwards and tugging his down so he has to look at me. "You didn't hurt me. I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it. There's nothing wrong if we both like it. If you decide you don't like leaving bruises, you don't have to. If you decide you do, we can talk about it. Figure out a way to safely do things like that."

     Another sigh escapes him, this one shaky and soaked in emotions. "Do you actually like it or do you feel like you have to say that because you're scared of how I'll react?"

     "I don't fear you, Ro," I answer, the words feeling like the truth despite the fear that has sat at the back of my mind our whole relationship. The fear that seems to not exist anymore. The fear that has vanished with Kankuro's walls that have kept us apart.

     He stays quiet for a while, holding me against him as he rests his head against my shoulder. I play with the ends of his hair, trying my best not to stain them purple from the paint on my hands.

     "Lily?" Kankuro calls softly, gripping my sides again.

     "Ro?"

     "I don't like other people seeing them... I... I don't want them seeing me like - "

     "We can cover them," I cut off, littering the side of his face with soft kisses. "I can wear bracelets to cover my wrists and I can coat my neck in makeup."

     Another audible sigh falls from him, this one filled with relief. "Lily?" I hum a yes, tilting his head so I can cover the other side of his face. "Can I put my makeup on you?"

     "Your makeup?"

     Kankuro's head lifts, pecking my lips before he answers me. "Ya, my purple strips. Or a different design if you want, as long as it's my color. I can use it to cover your bruises and put some on your face, like me."

     He's bubbling by the time he's done talking, tugging a smile on my face. "I'd like that, Kuro."

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     Kankuro tugs on the bracelets around my wrist, rubbing the gold material against my skin. Gold is a lot heavier than I thought it would be, especially since so much of it wraps around me. His face paint is a lot heavier than I thought it would be too.

     Ro was beaming while coating my face in his signature strips and painting purple flower designs across my neck.

     I thought he was going to explode from joy as he wrapped me up in jewelry; Gold bracelets that belonged to his mother. Dangling gold earrings with a single red sapphire at the end of each, gifted to him by his grandmother. Two matching rings, one with four gems, and one with none that his Grandfather never had the chance to give to his wife. My favorite has to be the loose gold chain resting against my upper chest, adding the most weight to my body.

     All the jewelry adds to the anxiety that has been rebuilt, and fears of losing any of the expensive accessories that I could never dream of affording.

     Again, Kankuro tugs on the gold bands snaked around my wrist, his voice ringing out to answer some leaf village shinobi that has come along to the gala. "I'm just saying, it's probably not the best course of action."

     The shinobi answers, half the words falling from his mouth making no sense to me. Another tug comes before an arm is wrapped around my waist. I squirm, trying to get Kankuro to drop his hold as his sister's voice rings out in my head.

     No kissing or obnoxious displays of affection. Arm through arm or hand-holding; that's it.

     Kuro notices, his hold tightening on me. His head falls, lips brushing against my ear as he talks. "What are you doing? Why are you trying to wiggle away?"

     "Your sister said one of the customs is no displays of affection. Hand holding or holding your arm, that's it," I echo quietly, trying to push his arm off of me.

     "Well, if I want to hold you, I'm going to hold you," he mutters, tightening his grip on me, and tucking me into his side.

     "Oh ya?" I try to tease, nervously scanning the ballroom for Temari. Somehow she knows about everything and the last thing I need is her pissed at me for not following the rules. I don’t need a lecture like the one I got when she found out I was chilling in Ro’s room.

     Kankuro shoos away his coworker, before turning his full attention to me, his usual lopsided smile on his face. "You look like you're going to have a panic attack."

“I will if your sister sees us. She’s going to rip us a new one,” I utter, still nervously scanning for the hotheaded Sand Village Princess.

“Stop worrying so much,” he coos, trailing a line of kisses from behind my ear down my jawline.

“Kankuro,” I hiss, head snapping around to see if anyone saw his actions. “Knock it off. Someone’s going to see.”

“Dear lord,” he groans, tugging me after him as he starts walking away.

“Ku- er - Kankuro?” I call, managing to squirm out of his hold. I settle on his arm, my hands wrapped around his bicep as I trail after him. My head is still on a swivel, scanning the guests for any disapproving looks or any Hokage. I already failed to bow to one of the Water Nation’s Hokages.

“My little Lily?” He answers back, herding me through a door.

“What are we doing?” I ask, scanning the kitchen I’ve been led to. It’s big, like most of the rooms of the Sand Hokage Palace.

“I’m going to help you calm down,” Kuro answers, continuing to usher me forward. His words are cocky, making me worry a bit.

“And how are you going to do that?”

Kankuro chuckles, hands gripping my sides before he lifts me. “Guess,” he tells me, setting me on the kitchen counter.

He sinks to his knees, hands playing with the skirt of my dress, making my mind go to not-very-appropriate events. “Kankuro?”

“Stop calling me that. I like it when you call me Ro. Call me Ro.”

“But the customs say - ”

“Screw the customs,” he mutters, fingers working to push up my skirt. Kuro slides between my knees, arms shifting on my legs, settling under my knees. “Call me Ro,” he repeats, head dipping down and brushing a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh.

“Ro,” I breathe out, hands falling to grip his shoulders.

“Desert Lily,” he teases, mimicking my breathless voice. “Just relax. I’m going to chase that anxiety of yours away. Stop worrying.”

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Suna Masterlist!

๑ Gaara Sabaku

Keeping Him Company

→ Drabble; use of/allusion to They/Them pronouns; SFW; 544 words

Cacti Education

→ Request; drabble; use of/allusion to They/Them pronouns; SFW; 658 words

Sleep Aid

→ Special Event oneshot; Brief mentions of death; Fluff; Gaara being stubborn; Use of/Allusion to They/Them pronouns; SFW; 775 words

๑ Kankuro Sabaku

It's Been Awhile

→ Request; confession scenario; use of/allusion to She/Her pronouns; SFW; 1,307 words

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