A year has passed since the global pandemic wiped the world's population of its humanity. The virus turned everyone infected into feral cannibalistic creatures, while the survivors grouped up into encampements to survive. Being a tracker and a hunter people found good use of your skills, but you didn't really want to work with anyone. With the world ending the humans turned out to be more treacherous than anyone could've imagined.
A few months into your solo life you met two men on motorcycles, looking for something in your territory. You easily snuck up on one of them, pressing a knife to his neck. The other one pointed his shotgun at you. Your blue eyes gleemed with determination in the twilight of the oncoming storm. After that, the three of you hit it off, travelling together, fighting off the evil that infested the world.
Deacon began growing feelings for you. Finding a purpose in life after the death of his wife. You gave him that purpose and he went to great lengths to protect you from anything dangerous. Boozer was ecstatic that his best friend was finally able to continue his life.
You were lying beside Deacon on a mattress on the floor of the towers they used as their sanctuary. His fingers were tracing unknown patterns into your back as you rested halfly on his chest. You adored the smell of his musk after a passionate night. The sun was rising slowly.
"Sometimes I wish the moment would last forever."
He chuckles, "you and me both. That way you would stay in my arms, safe and sound."
"You're just a worrywart. You know I stay clear of trouble."
"But what if-"
You cut him short with your lips. You smile and sit up, stretching.
"I'll always stay by your side, if only you'll want me."
"I really do love you, you know that?"
"And I love you."
Almost two years later you were brought to the Dechutes Milita after gaining their trust. When Garret lead you to a tent with their lead scientist and his Lieutenant, Deacon's body froze. His hold on your hand went lax and you looked up at him, then at the blonde whose back was turned to you. Connecting the dots immediately, you took a step back, tears threatening to fall. Garret introduced you both.
"Liuetenant Whitaker, these are Deacon St. John and (y/n) (l/n)."
Her eyes were wide in disbelief just like Deacon's. But yours narrowed in grief as you fought off your emotions. You excused yourself before the soldiers left, Deacon trying to stop you.
Tears came unwillingly and there was no way to stop them. Deacon was happy, you could hear it in his voice, happiest he's been in a long time. Unable to whitstand the pain anymore, you quietly sauntered off onto the roof of a nearby tower. There was no one there, but it was set up as a lookout.
The officer on patrol that night didn't have the heart to shoo you away. He recognised the look of despair in your eyes. The look you get when you lose an important person. The silence gave you time to think things through, you realised you weren't ready to give Deacon up, but if that's what he wanted, you would.
By nightfall you said goodbye to your silent partner and wandered the dirt roads a bit. Deacon came running up to you, grabbing you by the shoulders.
"(Y/n), where you've been?! I've been looking for you for hours now, I..."
He stopped in his panic when he saw the bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face. You stepped away from him, afraid that if he hugged you it would be the last time.
"(Y/n), I'm... Shit, this is fucked up."
He ran his hand over his hat, then through his hair, pacing back and forth. You stood there, helplessly.
"I'm... I don't want to let you go, Deek... I love you so much."
His dark eyes wavered dangerously close to tears as he watched you fade away in front of him.
"But I will... If you want to stay with... Here..."
"(Y/n), don't... Don't do this to me."
"Everything we told each other, all those nights - they're all a farse now. You needed someone to get over your dead wife and I was lonely. Except now, your wife isn't dead! And I'm... I'm..."
You hugged yourself as sobs wrecked your whole body. Your legs could hardly keep you up as exhaustion settled in. Deacon caught you before you fell and hurt yourself.
"I'm so sorry, baby."
"I can't... I can't go out there again... Alone, lonely."
"You don't have to. We'll go together."
"No..."
He caught your lips in a passionate grip, not wanting to let go even as you struggled against him. So you gave in, holding the back of his neck, never wanting to let the moment go. Deacon cupped your cheeks and smiled, his forehead resting against yours.
"There will always be a place in my heart for Sarah, always... But it was you who saved me. You brought me back. And I love you."
"You don't mean that..."
"Have I ever lied to you?"
You shake your head as an answer to his question, sobbing. He chuckles and kisses you again.
Having spent a year working With Yoshihito in the Daycare Centre at Morinomiya Academy the two of you became very close. But never to the point of expressing feelings to one another. Something always came in between. Stress was at an all-time high lately and you felt feverish since morning. But you couldn’t disappoint the toddlers waiting for you eagerly at the front gate with Yoshihito. You forced a smile to your lips.
The hours tick-tocked away and you were looking forward to just sleeping through the weekend. However, overhearing Yukari and Yoshihito talk about how the latter should ask you out already peaked your interest. The journey of thrilling excitement quickly plummeted into despair and sadness when Yoshihito claimed you were nothing more than friends.
You decided it was time to distance yourself from him. And when you thought you were being subtle, he knew exactly what was wrong. The strawberry blonde male was highly perceptive of his surroundings. He understood that the distance between you two was his fault.
While cleaning the daycare room at the end of the day, blood dropped to the floor. You tried to wipe your nose, but your body swayed dangerously. Muffled voices echoed all around you as your consciousness slipped away.
When you woke up you didn't recognise the surroundings, the room large and simple yet comfortable. On the lounge chair beside the bed was a familiar figure covered with a thick blanket, hair a mess. Tears fell uncontrollably and as much as you tried to hold the sobs in you couldn’t. Yoshihito woke up, momentarily dazed, until he realised the source of the noise and sat beside you. He took your hands in his.
“(Y/n)-chan... You gave me such a scare.”
“Gomen ne, Yoshi-kun, I... I ruined everything. I’m so sorry.”
“Ruined what? Please talk to me...”
“I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to hear your rejection. I know I’m not your type, I know you don’t like me. We’re just friends after all!”
His eyes went wide at your last statement, realising you heard him and Yukari talking. His brown eyes averted to the sheets covering your lap, your sobs filling the air, the silence not providing any solace. His arms wrapped around your trembling body, the fever still as high as the day before.
“You’re so silly... But I guess that’s why I love you.”
“What...”
“I’m a nobody, no dreams or goals, no future... You deserve so much better. But I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with you, despite all that.”
His lips caught yours in a chaste kiss and you naturally leaned in, wanting to be this close to him since the day you met. Memories flash of a few years younger strangers meeting in the daycare centre for the first time, smiling at each other.
You were working part-time at the zoo whenever you had time off from your studies or from school in general. Because of your extracurricular activities taking a lot of time you didn't really make a lot of friends. You liked being by yourself, at school as well as work, it allowed you to concentrate.
As you were finishing your shift for the day, doing rounds in your perimeter to make sure all the visitors had left, you came across a toddler, crying his eyes out.
"Hello," he looked up at you with big doe eyes full of tears, "are you lost?"
He nodded and you smiled, crouching down.
"Do you want me to help you look for your parents?"
"I came here with Ryu-niichama."
"Oh? Shall we look for him then?"
He nodded and you picked him up while wiping his tears away.
You headed back to the main gate where you could use the microphone to call for his brother or guardian. It wasn't long that two teenagers with a small child came running your way.
"Taka-kun!"
The little boy looked up and started crying loudly, his hands extending to the taller boy with green eyes and black hair. You blushed softly.
"Nii-chan!"
You smiled softly and gave the boy to him. The two really did look alike.
"Taka... Why did you run off?"
"I thought I saw... Nii-chan..."
"Baka... I told you I had practice."
The little boy was about to cry again when you patted his hair.
"You can't blame him for wanting to spend time with his older brother. He looks up to you."
"Hn."
You pulled two tickets out of your pocket and handed them to him. The boy's green eyes blinked in surprise.
"Make sure to take Taka-kun next time. Okay?"
"Arigatou, onee-chama."
It was a week later that you had another encounter in the zoo with the same boy. He ran up to you, but lost you in the crowd, so he started bawling his eyes out again. You presented him with a tiger plushie and made roaring sounds.
"Where's your brother?"
"Nii-chan is mean... He's a jerk."
"Taka-kun... You know that's not true, don't you? Your brother loves you, but he wants you to be proud of him, so he'll never say it out loud."
"But he's always so mean!"
"Some people don't know how to tell others how they feel... It's not their fault."
"Taka... Ah, there you are."
You looked up to see Taka's older brother. Smiling softly you hand Taka back to him, the little boy squeezing the plushie.
"I hope you're enjoying your time."
"Hai."
"Well, I better get back to work."
"Wait. Here," he handed you a small package of chocolates, wrapped in a white ribbon. You blushed and thanked him.
"It's a thank you. For last time."
"Oh, you shouldn't have... Just seeing you get along with Taka-kun is good enough for me. But you're welcomed to stop by any time."
He nodded and they started walking away when the boy stopped to turn around.
"Kamitani Hayato."
"(L/n) (Y/n). See you soon!"
Having grown up with Kakashi and being his best friend since you were toddlers in kindergarten, you began to develop feelings for each other. Your parents were good friends, so one would always be in the other’s house.
But did you know that when it snows my eyes become large and the light that you shine can't be seen?
Life changed once Sakumo died. Kakashi changed. He grew distant and cold, valuing only the mission he was given. Before you were advancing through the ranks together, then Kakashi left you behind completely. Obito used to scold his rival about the way he was treating you.
Weeks turned into months, then years. You watched Kakashi on the sidelines. You watched him grow up into a splendid Shinobi. While you chose to leave the village on a mission from the Hokage. One that made you into an a missing-nin and a very notorious one at that.
The world was growing dark and dangerous, Akatsuki’s plan to unify the world under one moon, one rule, was reaching its peak. Your years-long mission was coming to an end. The thought of reuniting with Kakashi gave you hope, even if you knew that he would never forgive you. Or love you.
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain.
As night fell on the eve of the war, you went for reconnaisance. In fact, you were meeting Tsunade, the current Hokage. With the last scroll of information acquired on Akatsuki and its last standing member, your mission ended. The two of you were just about to leave when you were ambushed by none other than Tobi and Kabuto. You protected Tsunade and allowed her easy escape back behind enemy line.
What felt like hours later you were still standing, bleeding profusely from all possible wounds. However, your opponents were hurt, too. Reinforcments arrived and a killing blow was deflected by none other than Kakashi. Your eyes went wide at the mature and handsome features gleaming in the moonlight.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
You lost consciousness there and then, Kakashi catching you in his arms and carrying you to the medical tent. Once you woke up, your senses were on high alert as you left the tent only to find yourself face to face with Kakashi. You expected resentment, bitter anger, but all you received was a kiss.
“Welcome back.”
And now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the grey.
Before arriving to Ouran Academy you never knew the inner world of people could be so closed off to strangers. Until you met the Hitachiin Twins, Kaoru and Hikaru. Watching them from afar you instantly noticed the differences and yet you appeared to have been the only one. You watched them from afar, playing hurtful games on girls and boys who expressed their devoted affections to them. And you hated the spite growing inside them because they wanted to be known as brothers yet each their own individual entity.
You had joined the Host Club with Haruhi, who like you was a student on scholarship. You wanted to become their friends, but they didn't seem to be interested in letting anyone in. Hikaru's childish and possessive behaviour made your nerves tingle, your heart beating dangerously hard - enough to jump out of its cage of bones. It hurt whenever your attention was on Haruhi instead of you. And even though Kaoru spent a lot of time talking to you, Hikaru always scowled in your direction. You didn't understand why and wanting to find out left you with a broken heart when he screamed that he hated you in front of everyone in the Host Club, both the hosts and the guests staring in silence with wide eyes.
It had been a week since you last stepped into the third music room, wanting to avoid Hikaru completely. You even snuck into the classrooms from the back just as the teacher walked in, so no one would notice you. Because you were on scholarship you couldn't afford to have failing grades, so you used all your extra free time to study even harder.
On your way to the library, you stumbled into someone's chest as you rounded the corner, your eyes meeting those of Kaoru's. You jumped away from him in shock, bowing your head in apology and hurried past him. He stopped you by grabbing your wrist, but you didn't want to turn around, afraid he would see the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.
"(y/n)... I'm sorry. For what I said... I shouldn't have. Please forgive me."
"What you said...?"
You turned around, your eyes meeting finally. You knew Hikaru lacked the emotional range and maturity to really apologise, so Kaoru would usually step up to repair what Hikaru broke. You bit your lip in agony.
"If... If Hikaru wants to apologise, then he should do it on his own."
"W-what..."
Kaoru stared at you with wide eyes and you sighed, turning around once more in the direction of the library.
"I'm not one of those foolish girls you cater to, the girls who like you for your looks and the games you play for them. I know who I love..."
You clenched your fists and exhaled in defeat, "but it will always be just the two of you."
Strong arms wrapped around your torso and you gasped, looking up to see Hikaru. You squirmed in his embrace, wanting to crawl under a rock. He held you close until you tripped over your feet and fell onto your back, the light-haired boy hovering over you. A powerful red blush adorned both your cheeks.
"You're right. Before the Host Club, no one ever knew which one was which. It became a game to us, toying with the hearts of others. Even now, no one really knows. But then Haruhi and you… How?!"
He slammed a fist down next to your head, causing you to squeak in surprise, but not fear. You lifted your hand to his cheek, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eyes.
"Your hair," you moved the bangs of his hair further right, "the way your eyes glisten when you speak. You depend on your brother more than he does on you, making you much more childish. Your voice is deeper than Kaoru-kun's since you're the older twin."
"You..."
"I'm sorry no one ever bothered to try to get to know you." Tears fall down his cheeks. "I'm sorry you had to be so lonely all your life. When I came to Ouran, I heard about the Hitachiin twins, how no one could tell them apart. That's why I wanted to be your friend..."
"My friend... You..."
His body slumped downwards, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he trembled with grief.
"I don't want to be your friend," he announced and your heart broke for the third time. You chuckled self-deprecatingly, "we can't all get what we want."
His lips suddenly latched onto yours, your eyes wide in surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, tears of your own mixing with his.
"I want to be more than your friend, (y/n). I want you to be only mine and look at only me. And I will cherish you for the rest of your life."
"Hai, Hikaru-kun."
Your lips met once more, a blissful feeling putting your broken heart together again.
Rin's tail was wedged between your legs, moving back and forth as he concentrated on his studies while you were a moaning mess. The tail used to be a source of weakness for him, being as sensitive as it was anyone could take advantage. You helped him research ways to protect himself and his tail from possible harm. The more methods you tried, the more you grew closer. He realised that he didn't like Shiemi as much anymore. And Rin was relentless in perfecting his resilience. Even now, he could feel his body grow in temperature and it infuriated him. A loud cry in pleasure escaped as the speed increased. Sometimes the young demon didn't even know what he was doing. Or rather, his tail.
His eyes fell on you, body trembling as a second orgasm ripped through you in a silent shockwave. You swayed to the ground and the halfbreed caught you in his arms. He pulled you between his legs and held you close as he continued to finish his homework. You grabbed onto his shirt and shivered, snuggling into his chest.
"Are you alright there, princess?"
"Hai," your eyes closed in bliss. His lips pressed against yours in a comforting fashion.
The door suddenly slammed open, both of you jumping in shock. Rin's other arm dropped the pen and went around you, your eyes falling on Yukio. His cheek was bruised as if someone had punched him. He stalked into the room, his tail swishing with distaste and blue flames erupting around him. It wasn't a moment later when he pulled you from Rin's lap. His hands were firmly on your hips, holding you firmly and kissing you roughly.
"O-oi, Yukio."
Rin's voice was drowned out by the blood rushing to your ears. The older Okumura was openly perverse when it came to your intimate sessions, but it was a rush of adrenaline to have the younger twin manhandle you.
You fumbled with his belt and zipper, dropping to your knees to pump his semi-hard cock. He shuddered at your touch. Yukio looked at his brother and Rin simply stood up, moving behind you. Yukio pulled you up and hoisted you up with ease, your legs wrapping around him. His cock went deep, your moans stopping in your throat. Rin unfastened his pants and joined with the fun, hilting his own in your ass.
"T-too much - too f-full!"
"Oh come on," Rin started while lifting you up slightly only to let gravity do its work downwards. "You've taken us both before. Besides, you know how Yukio is when he's angry."
While Rin pumped slowly, Yukio's thrusts were hard and fast with a steady rhythm. His sharp teeth sunk into the skin on your shoulder, making you scream. Rin put a hand over your mouth while the other one nimbly teased your sensitive nipples. Yukio once more grabbed your hips, mercilessly pounding his frustrations away. The sheer stimulation sent a jolt through your body, clenching your muscles around their shafts. A shrill moan escaped as your back arched into Rin as the third orgasm in the hour made your nerve endings quake. Your reaction caused them to orgasm violently, filling you up. They moved and your knees buckled under the weight. Yukio carried you to his bed, both brothers joining you under the covers.
Rin caressed your hip and Yukio pecked you on the lips.
"Did I hurt you?"
You shook your head, "just a bit too much, is all."
"Ah, Yukio, what pissed you off anyway?"
"Pheles-sama played a childish prank on me." his eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Rin laughed and held you close, showing possessiveness.
"Next time you're telling me beforehand what the problem is. So I'll decide whether or not your issue is worth my sweet (y/n)."
Mephisto Pheles. Johan Faust V. The Demon King went by many names, but you never cared about names and titles. The one thing that mattered to you was the person itself. Or in this case, Demon. He was the headmaster of True Cross Academy, a place where wealthy humans found their education and humans with inept abilities learned to combat demons. The world of Exorcists was hidden from normal people and no one dared disobey the headmaster. For he was strict even if he behaved like a clown sometimes.
You were a bit more unruly than your classmates, you craved adventure. That's how you first came to find out about Exorcists and Demons, even Angels. By lock-picking the school's archives you were merely looking for interesting facts about your fellow students. What you found was far more appealing. Every time you couldn't sleep, you were sat on the ground of the dark room, reading more about the world beyond the natural. It became your own little library. You also found interesting things about Mephisto, although they were hardly believable. And yet, they had to be. Because they made sense and they laid your suspicions to rest.
You were called to his office one day, timid and shy as ever around the handsome male. Irregardless of the truth, you were in love. Perhaps that's why you always got in trouble. Nothing to warrant disciplinary actions, but just enough to get his attention.
"You c-called, Faust-sama?"
"Ah, (y/n), do come in. Sit down."
He had a smile on his lips, but the tone of voice and cold eyes betrayed him.
"It's come to my attention that you've been sneaking into the academy archives."
"Wha-what? No, sir-"
"Don't lie or I will expel you."
That was nearly a year ago. You were close to finishing your education at the academy. After that little one-to-one talk with Mephisto, your pranks centred on him. He had no way of confirming it was you since there were no more rumours or teary students crying out for your punishment. Then he started playing pranks on you, enjoying himself thoroughly. He fell in love with you and your lively spirit. You had him wrapped around your little finger - scratch that, your hands were immersed within his soul, holding onto his heart. And you knew that, oh how you enjoyed teasing him with the power you held over him.
You were straddling his lap, your back facing the door. Anyone could walk in at any given moment, but you didn't care. The pleasure was worth the risk. His teeth nipped at your collarbone. You had already taken off his purple gloves, his black claw-like fingernails gently digging into the supple skin of your ass. Your shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, revealing the fuchsia-coloured bra. His top hat was perched on your head as you held onto his biceps to grind harder against his clothed crotch.
His brother liked dropping in on you two when you were intimate; it bothered you at first, Amaimon had no respect for privacy. But you grew accustomed to his proximity, the green-haired Earth King held no qualms over touching what wasn't his. Mephisto allowed it, sometimes. Most of the times though, the Demon King was possessive of you. His tail wrapped around your waist, deciding on its own rhythm, the fluffy end caressing your side. The fast and hard pace made your body tremble, moans escaping your moist lips. The sounds coming from you gave him energy he couldn't describe. He was ashamed to admit he fell in love with you more every day.
Your back arched as an orgasm swept through you from the pleasurable friction, but you weren't even close to done. Your sex drive fit the demon's stamina. A knock came from the door and you scrambled underneath the desk, Mephisto taking his hat before telling the visitor to knock. A devious plan formulated in your mind. As Mephisto was busy conversing, you unbuttoned his white pants and pulled just enough for his hardened cock to pop out. Expertly, you slid your wet tongue up his shaft, sweeping it over the top. You knew exactly how to drive Mephisto crazy with lust. With your hands on his thighs, massaging them gently, you took him in your mouth completely. It sent a visible jolt through his body.
"Are you alright, Pheles-sama?"
"Yes, yes. Just a bit chilly, isn't it?"
"No, I don't think so. About these reports..."
The sound was drowned out in your ears as you closed your eyes and imagined the look on your lover's face when you would do it in the privacy of your bedroom. It sent chills down your spine and made you pleasure him more. His legs tensed; he was getting closer. As you were about to further tease him, his hand flew to your hair and held you there for he knew your intentions. He moved your lips up and down his shaft until you understood his decision.
"Here are the damage reports and the cost. I'm sorry about my brother, Pheles-sama."
"That's alright, boys will be boys."
You heard footsteps move away from the desk and a door opening and closing.
Mephisto moved back, causing you to unlatch from his cock with a pop and heavy breaths.
"Come here, babygirl. You've been naughty."
You crawled to him on your arms and knees, a sultry look in your eyes.
The news Kankuro had told you not two hours ago crippled your happiness. Being an Iwa-nin and in love with the Fifth Kazekage was hard enough on both you and Gaara, but now the Suna Council was trying to force Gaara and Kankuro to marry, so there would be a successor for the Kage position. The elders in the council knew about Gaara's relationship, but even after the Fourth Shinobi World War they were adamant on upholding old traditions. And those involved bad blood between Iwagakure and Sunagakure. Even Onoki had given up the old feud, holding more respect for Gaara than the whole of Suna.
It was after the Great Ninja War that you decided to sell your house in Tsuchi no Kuni and move in with Gaara, who had built a home for just the two of you. However, now you weren't so sure it was a good idea. You were afraid what the Suna Council might do to keep you apart. You decided to head back home to ask Onoki what you should do.
“Will you be back soon?”
You snapped out of your thoughts and forced a smile to your lips as you faced Gaara, “yes. Of course. I just... I need to take care of things with the house and... Don't worry.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and planted a passionate kiss on his lukewarm lips, taking him by surprise. It was over before he could react, watching you leave the premises.
Kankuro saw his little brother sitting on the sofa in turmoil, face twisted in worry and agony.
“Gaara, what's wrong?”
“Something is wrong. She said she needed to take care of things with the house in Iwagakure. But her house has already been sold.”
“How do you know that?”
“I checked.”
Kankuro nearly tripped over himself and fell off the sofa, groaning at his brother's actions. “You can't spy on your girlfriend. Fiance, even!”
“She has been acting strange, that's why.”
“Well, I guess I should tell you. Before you do something you shouldn't.” Kankuro leaned back and stretched his arms over the back of the sofa, Gaara's suspicious gaze narrowed in on him.
“She overheard snippets of the conversation between you and the Council. She begged me to tell her what was going on, so I did.”
“That wasn't your business to tell, Kankuro.”
“I'm sorry, I think she deserved to know. She's afraid.”
Gaara stood up, a hardened gaze on Kankuro; “Inform the Suna Council about my decision. I'm going to find her.”
Once Gaara entered Iwagakure, people on the streets bowed in respect and greeted him jovially. He still wasn't used to such friendliness from anyone. He found you at your favourite cafe, sitting far away from everyone, silently observing the couples all around. Your eyes were bloodshot. Gaara sat down beside you, your eyes widening at the sudden appearance.
“G-Gaara...”
“You wanted to leave.”
“I... Of course I wanted to leave. To Suna.” You figured you would lie and he would drop the subject, but you were wrong. His gaze hardened and grew cold, making you cower in shame.
“You wanted to leave me, thinking it would make it easier on me to simply marry a girl from Suna and continue my lineage with her. Well, you were wrong. I won't allow you to leave.”
“But Gaara... I only bring trouble.”
“Then become a Suna-nin.«
The tension between the two of you suddenly grew visible, Gaara knowing you were a proud Iwa-nin. And you never wanted to become a Shinobi for another country. Not even for love. But it was Gaara and a large part wanted you to agree him. Tears started running down your reddened cheeks.
“I love you... So much, Gaara. I've loved you since the day I met you. I would never want to hurt you. That's why I want us to become friends, I want you to marry someone from Suna and have a child with her. I want-”
“How about what I want?”
The atmosphere dissipated to a mellow vibe, your lip trembling and vision blurring. Gaara took your hand and stood up, pulling you with him. His forehead touched yours in a comforting notion.
“I want to live the rest of my life with you because I've loved you just as long. I may not be the same person you met as a child, but I want to be even better. I want you to have everything you've never had in your life.” He took a deep breath, “I want to marry you and make you happy. I know I'm the only one who can do it.”
“But... The Suna Council...”
“Kankuro was stupid to tell you. I am the Kazekage, they are my council. What they say has no absolution. I will not lose you.”
This time Gaara was ready for your passionate kisses, his arms holding you tightly to him as lips moulded to one another like two perfect puzzle pieces.
Kankuro and you had been in a relationship for a few years now, although most people didn’t know about it in Suna. His siblings knew, along with your family, but you wanted to keep your life private.
When the door to your shared bedroom closed, Kankuro grew more demanding. Not that you were any different. Your demeanour changed to accommodate his. The two of you were often experimenting with different positions, different toys, and even explored kinks.
So when you found yourself unable to move and your hands moving by themselves, you realised Kankuro had found another way to play.
“That’s not fair, Kankuro.”
He smirked and winked, walking closer. His lips attached to yours, wet appendages wrestling for dominance. Nimble fingers pulled your head back to expose your neck, the other hand on your now bare breast, playing with the hardened, sensitive nipple.
“I need you moaning my name tonight, screaming even. I promise to give you the opportunity, so please don’t hold back.”
Kankuro bit down on your neck, causing you to gasp loudly. The Chakra Threads that were controlling you had you lying down on your front with your peach-toned ass in the air. A sharp slap surprised you and you yelped, your clit throbbing just from foreplay.
“You'll need to count, princess.”
He slapped your left cheek again and you whimpered out a "o-one” before he continued. Three consecutive spanks on the right cheek and then four on the left cheek, and then he switched again. You fist your hands tightly, moaning and breathing incoherent words.
“Kankuro, please. I-I need... I need release.”
Said puppeteer didn’t waste any time plunging himself deep inside your aching walls. Giving you no time to adjust, he quickly asserted dominance and thrust hard and fast into you. Your arms were now behind your back, your body pushed onto the mattress. You couldn't think anymore, your thoughts a jumbled mess that made no sense even if put together. All you could feel was him hitting your G-spot. His fingers circled your clit hard, your back arching dangerously as you orgasmed. However, that didn’t stop him.
The Chakra Threads moved your heavy body on top of him, his cock still hard and waiting for you. His eyes were blown with lust as he watched your breasts bounce in rhythm with his hips. You reached your second, more powerful orgasm as it rattled through your body like a hurricane. You slumped forward, chest heaving and mind swimming in delirium.
“I’m not done with you, baby girl.”
You whined, “I can’t ha-handle any more.”
“I haven’t seen you in days and this is how you treat me?” He smirked when his cock started growing again inside you, his hips gyrating slowly. You gasped and whimpered his name. Chakra Threads lifted you into the air like a lifeless doll, Kankuro’s fingers working on your nipples, joined by his mouth. The painful pleasure you felt from a thin chakra string tugging on your clitoris had you thrashing.
“Kan-Kankuro! Oh my God - I... Just like that.”
“Oh, my baby’s such a dirty slut.”
Even though you loved the dirt that came from his mouth and how his fingers made your knees weak, you loved his cock even more.
“Fuck me. Right now!”
He chuckled at your attempt to spur him on, your legs wrapping around him tightly as he once again bottomed out deep inside. By the time your third and final orgasm wrecked your body like a train, you were completely spent. Kankuro had laid you down on the bed, leaving feathery kisses on your neck and lips.
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