summary - gaara has never been an affectionate man, even deep into your relationship. tonight, he allows himself to fall into vulnerability and fucks you for the first time.
cw - unprotected sex, penetration, cumming inside, gaara has a praise kink, slight restriction (hands above head pinning)
it was dark outside. nothing but the moon light filtering through the curtains lit the bedroom you shared with the kazekage; your lover.
gaara's chest rose and fell slowly. he was trying not to move. he didn't want to cause you any unnecessary pain, but your hot, gummy insides made it hard to resist fucking into, even for the reserved ninja. you smile at him from below. "i think i'm ready. you can move." you tell him. the space between his brow bones wrinkle. "i'm not lying." you chuckle. his persistence in making you admit your true feelings always didn't stop because he was impossibly horny. "fine." he grunted.
his large, calloused hands took hold of your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into them. he took in a labored breath as he pulled his hips away, then slammed back against you. you gasp. all thoughts dripping from your brain out through your ears. his thick cock stretched you open in a way you could never achieve with your fingers. you could feel his dick twitch inside you with every slow thrust. you open your eyes again to find that his are closed. his face is one deep in concentration. a bead of sweat drips down his chin.
your pleasured moans get gaara off more than anything. he of all people, the monster who could only love himself, was capable of making his lover feel good.
"that's it, my love. you're perfect. keep going. a little faster, now." you encourage, running a hand through his hair. he finally makes a noise: a guttural groan. his lays his head on your shoulder, breathing hotly against your sensitive neck. you feel his lips graze the skin behind your ear. was he intentionally barely touching the most sensitive parts of you to tease you? knowing him, he had no clue how crazy he was driving you.
the lap of his hips against your ass echoed through the room, gaara's fingers finding your nipples, your own noises makes you tilt your head away from him in embarrassment. "don't." gaara grunts out. he gently brings you back to face him. "stop it. this is.. the noise is too.." you whine. you cover your face with your hands instead. the full feeling inside of you disappears all at once. before you can think about protesting, your hands are pinned above your head, held by only one of gaara's hands. his expressionless eyes bore into yours. oh. your face grows hot. gaara had never used his strength against you. a new flame set ablaze in your stomach. "i said don't. i will see your face whenever we do this unless we are in a.. position that requires otherwise." he tells you. it's a command. he leaves no room for argument. "is that okay?" he adds, giving a slight look of regret. "totally okay. this is totally okay." you nod quickly, grinning at him. he melts.
with that, he realigns his cock to your entrance, then slams in. it forced a moan out of both of you. his fingers intertwine with yours, letting you squeeze his hands as hard as you please. his fucking becomes sloppy. you know he's close. "you're so good at this, gaara." you whimper. he bites his tongue. those pale cheeks flush a deep red. "you're gonna make me cum. go a little harder and i'll - yes, yes. exactly like that. please." suddenly, his lips are on yours. his cock bumps perfectly against that sweet spot inside, sending electricity through your body. the way your thighs shake around gaara has him light headed. "i need to.." he trails off, unable to force the confession out. "yeah? let's do it together. do it inside. inside, gorgeous boy." you plead with him. he's in no position to resist. he can't tell you no about anything, especially not when you speak to him like he means something to you.
you grab him by the hair, forcing your lips to meet once more. you tighten and spasm around his dick. gaara is undone. his whole body shakes as he cums, filling you with his seed. your legs straighten, back arching as you cum around him. you're so warm. gaara is sucking at your neck, leaving a trail of saliva behind along with a deep purple mark. he wants to claim you as his. the monster on the Sand is worthy of your never ending love. "that was perfect.. amazing." you hum to him, caressing his back. "yes.." he nods. gaara settles his weight on top of you. he feels like he should be covering up, but you keep touching him. you don't mind his vulnerable state. in fact, you love it. he can sense it by your lazy smile and loving gaze. he presses his nose to yours. "thank you." he says. "i'll be much better next time."
He’s grown up an outcast so he’s slightly insecure anyways (poor thing). He thinks he’s a bother to you sometimes and gets himself in a slump. You noticed how hes been rather quiet with you, not asking for anything, not begging for cuddles or kisses, you knew something must have been wrong. And it was confirmed when you over heard him talking to himself in the mirror, basically just insulting himself
“Why cant i just do better…” “why do I have to be so annoying…everyone thinks I’m annoying…probably even y/n. They could do so much better why m-” “NARUTO DONT YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE” you bust down the door causing naruto to quickly wipe his teary eyes “hey y/n! W-what do you mean?” “You know what I mean naruto.” You reach for his cheek to make sure he keeps his eyes on you “your not a bother naruto. And you deserve me as much as I deserve you! Why are you saying this?” He’s in full blown tears now, ugly crying and everything “e-everyone already thinks that way about me I-I thought you would think the same after a w-while” he sniffs “foxy…do I need..to show you how much you mean to me?” His eyes widen at the fact that he actually means something to you. For the rest of the night you never left him alone once, you spoiled him so much more that normal which made him feel so much better. He loves youuuuuu
Sasuke🗡️-*
Also was treated like an outcast but it didn’t affect him in the way it affected naruto. He doesn’t really think he’s a bother, if anything he’s scared that you think your the bother, since he’s so “cold” towards you sometimes he’s scared your going to leave or think he doesn’t love you anymore. Once it got so overwhelming for him he had teary eyes for hours just thinking about how he acts, he decided he needed to tell you. Once he found you he ran towards you and engulfed you in a big hug. You thought this was adorable or him being silly until you felt something wet on your shoulder followed by a broken breath
“S-sasuke? What’s wrong…Are you crying?” You could hear a sad whimper coming from him. “I love you. I-I love you so much y/n please don’t forget. No matter how I act I-” “I know. Baby I know. I love you too, what’s this about, your scaring me?” He didn’t dare remove his tear stained head from your shoulder “I know I’m…mean s-sometimes but-” it finally clicked for you why he was so upset all of a sudden “sasuke… your not mean! And I know you love me no matter how you act.” “I..just thought…no one understands how I truly feel. I just Need you to know…t-that I do love you” he pulls away from your shoulder to wipe his eyes before turning away from embarrassment. He felt you wrapping your arms around him causing him to jump. “I’m sorry y/n. I’m just over reacting” “no don’t. Don’t say that… I think we should lay down. You need to relax do you need me to help you? I know you feel…weak” he takes a deep breath “please y/n… yes” you both walk together to your bed. Trust me when I tell you he is going to feel a lot better after some comfort *wink*
Itachi🥀-*
He just feels… worthless sometimes. He just doesn’t feel worthy of good things that happen in his life, aka you. He doesn’t feel worthy of you. But he is very open with you unlike others, he tells you what’s wrong no matter what.
“Y/n. I have uhm… I have some feeling I would like to share.” “Of course Love, what’s up?” “I…” You gaze softens realizing he’s going to get upset “I don’t feel worthy.” “Oh…tachi… come here” you pat the spot next to you but instead he took your lap instead, he reaches in for a hug before speaking up again “tell me you love me. Please. And tell me I’m worthy…” “you are the love of my life. And you are worthy of that love. No matter what you think you deserve love.” That is all he needs to hear. Although he gets very upset you can always calm him down. It does happen more often but you do not care. Anything to make him feel better.
Kakashi🍃-*
We all know he’s very attractive but that doesn’t mean he thinks the same. He doesn’t like his scar, he doesn’t like the story it holds and he doesn’t like the look of it. He can hold back the insecurity in battle because he knows it’s not worth dying because he thinks it’s ugly, but he cant hold back the insecurity on a day to day basis with you, he gets extremely timid with you. You see him with the mask off all the time so it’s kinda funny that you rarely see him without something covering his eye. But you just thought he forgets it’s there so you didn’t think about insecurity, but when you walk in on him washing his face he almost instantly covered his eye with his palm you knew something was wrong
“Ay? Why you covering that cute face?!” “Aha thanks y/n” he chuckles trying to make you ignore it yet he still kept his hand up “serious what’s with your hand?” “Well..ah you know..” he points to his eye with his other hand “what your scar? Babe I don’t care” he smiles softly before replying “I care…” “take your hand away” “I’d rather not-” “kakashi.” Groans “yes y/n…” he drops his hand and you let out a content sigh “there’s my baby” you grab his face with both hands and kiss his scar softly “you don’t find it odd?” He looks away while blushing “no kakashi I don’t find it odd because I love you.” He flashes a smile before turning back to the mirror with a weird look still on his face, to lighten the mood you grabbed him my the cheeks to shake his head back and forth before giggling at him. “Cutiee” you comment before kissing his beauty mark then walking back out the door.
Kiba🐺-*
He’s sensitive, he may be a big joker but if someone else says the wrong thing he will not be happy, normally the only thing he doesn’t like being called is a mutt or a dog. It makes him feel ashamed of him family quirk. Just because he loves animals doesn’t mean he is one right? He started thinking maybe he is just a dog. A Dirty, annoying, unfunny mutt. He started to feel like foolish for loving a dog so much, but he can’t help it it’s the family he was born into.
He has been rather distant from akamaru, still taking him on mission but recently he hasn’t been letting his puppy in the house as much anymore and he gets upset when you let him in instead. “Why did you let him in the house y/n!” “His a good boy he won’t chew up furniture if anything you would!” You we’re just trying to lighten the mood but it didn’t help “akamaru outside now!” He commands “come on why don’t you want him inside??” “You don’t need two mutts in the house y/n” this confused you for obvious reasons “two mutts? Are you talking about yourself? Your not…your not a dog thought?” He crosses his arms in protest “tell that to my friends, Or anyone because for some reason they all think I am a dog stuck in human form and it’s getting old.” You chuckle nervously “your not? If your talking about your dog like features and fighting style it’s just your quirk? It’s not your fault you can’t choose” he lowers his head “even you think I’m a dog sometimes!” “No baby. I dont I think that. your a human just with some animal features but most of your family is like that?” “If you don’t think I’m an animal why do you call me names like puppy.” He’s stretching, he loves it when you call him that he’s just in a mood “I call you that because you love attention and can’t go a day without seeing your loved ones. Plus your as cute as a pup!” His shoulders relax finally realizing he shouldn’t be upset over this. “I just feel ashamed of who I am sometimes y/n I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. I love who you are if that makes it better” he chuckles “yeah…it kind of does make it better honestly…can you kiss me..?” He smile at his sudden change of mood “of course!”
Shikamaru🀄️-*
He knows he’s good looking but he also knows he’s not the best, he also knows your absolutely stunning, so it gets to him sometimes without realizing is, he changes his look every now and then to see if it would make him feel better. Maybe make him more attractive to you he hopes
“Dear could you turn around please?” “Sure shika whats u-” you stop dead in your tracks with a shocked look on your face “your hair is down!!!” You exclaim, the only time you see his hair down is when he is sleeping, you’ve never seen it down when he’s awake “I know, I’m trying something, does it look good?” You giggle “You always look good darling, just not use to it that’s all” you walk over to grab a handful of his hair which was slicked back but not up in a ponytail anymore. “Well I think you look handsome no matter what” he groans “don’t lie to me does it make me look worse?” You give him a nasty look “worse? You say that as if you already look bad…?” “Well eh-” “well what? Your very attractive Shika do you think other wise?” He puts his hands in his pockets “uhm sometimes-” “oh come on!” You grab his face “your soooo handsome no matter what you do with your hairrrr” you tease. He continued to make eye contact with you while a smile grows on his face. “…can I put a little braid in your hair?” “No” “Aw man.”
Shino🪲-*
He’s ok with his looks and doesn’t feel like a burden on you, oddly enough the only thing he’s insecure about is his voice. He thinks he sounds funny sometimes and doesn’t like how raspy it is, that’s why sometimes he doesn’t talk to you that much. Sometimes all he responds with is either nodding his head or shaking it which makes you feel bad
“What do you feel for dinner love bug?” “…” you looked around because maybe he left the room but no, he just didn’t respond. “Uhm hello???” “…” “are you hungry?” He shakes his head yes “with words please?” He looks around before responding quietly “yes I’m hungry” you giggle not quiet knowing what’s up with him “why are you so timid right now?” He finally speaks up “do you think I sound funny y/n?” “Uh no? Why” “sometimes I feel like my voice isn’t that pleasing.” “It sound pleasing to me-” he lightened up at the compliment “really?” “Yes of course!” When he’s insecure he normally gets over it fast, he’s rational and knows when he’s just being silly
Neji🎋-*
He knows he can choose his own destiny, he just wish the preset plan for him was burned into his forehead. He hated it so much, he was disgusted by it and therefor disgusted with himself. Sometimes you find him crying in the mirror over the symbol plastered onto him. But you always let him know that it doesn’t define him
You could hear cries coming from the bathroom and you couldn’t take it anymore so you decide to knock “sweetheart…are you crying?” He knew there was no point in lying anymore “y-yes..” “may I come in?” You could hear a cracked “mhm…” coming from the other side or the door so you walk in, immediately pulling him into your chest. “What happened. Did Someone do this?” He pulls away from your chest just to look back to the mirror to cover his mark while his lip quivered. You finally realized what was happening. “Give me your hand please..” he obliged lowering his hand. You grabbed his cheek and gave a very long forehead kiss. “Your worth more than this mark Neji.” You mumble against his head. You decided the best thing to do is go to bed and give him more love so that’s just what you did
Lee🥋-*
He may seem strong so it was shocking to you when he confided in you about how he’s insecure about almost everything about him (poor thing) he try’s to stay strong but he can’t help but get vulnerable with you
All you were doing was giving him love but he just felt unworthy of it. “My handsome, strong, perfect boy!~” kiss “well I don’t know if those words are accurate but thank you my precious!” You huff at his self doubt “don’t say that, your all of those things?” He laughs nervously “I don’t think so heh” “you are! You don’t think your handsome or strong…?” You frown “well uhm y/n…It obvious I’m not the best looking, and yeah I’m strong but…I could always be stronger.” He looked down at his feet in shame “Lee…take it back.” “W-what” “take it back. No one is allowed to insult my baby like that, not even himself.” He thought you were just joking until he looked up into your eyes to see the seriousness that laid in them, he could see tears forming in your eyes. “Please Lee. Take it back.” “I-I…I take it back y/n I’m sorry” “please…don’t ever say things that that again”
Choji🍥-*
He’s always been bullied because of his weight so of course he will be extremely insecure about it and anxious when your trying to love up on him, you knew he was insecure about it and you always told him it did it matter but you never realized to much it really affects him until your further into the relationship and you started to be more physically affectionate, he loves the affection just hates the body that it receiving it. All you were trying to do was hold him after a long day but he seemed so scared of if and you had to ask why
“Cmon let me hug you!” “No y/n..” you pout “why not! I wanna hold my fluff ball!” He cups his hands together then proceeded to look at the floor “I don’t think holding me is even possible…” your pout turned into a confusion “uh what do you mean choj?” He pinched at his stomach to hint at what he was talking about since he was to shy to actually tell you “oh…Choji you don’t need to worry about that I don’t care!” “I care because it means I can’t do certain things! How are you supposed to hold me!” You scoff “I’m confident I could carry you like a baby if I needed too.” “Your just saying that to make me feel better…” he crosses his arms and puffs his cheeks up out of timidness “I’m being serious Choji! I could totally carry you! Your not as big as you think you are.” He closes his eyes so tears dont form “I’d like to see you try y/n, you won’t be able t-” since his eyes were closed he didn’t see you walk over to his side, he only realized when he felt your arm latch around his shoulders and your other cupping around his legs. He open his eyes right in time to realize you just picked him up bridal style. He gasps in reaction, he turns to your face to see not a single ounce of struggle on your face “I told you! Your not that heavy choj!” This Moment honestly cured almost all his insecurity on that subject for a very long time. And sometimes he thinks “maybe she’s just really REALLY strong” he still loves the thought behind your actions. “Heh uhm…I guess maybe I’m not. Thank you sweetie!” “Anytime bubs~” with that you place him back down on his feet and give him a very passionate kiss
Gaara⏳-*
Most of his life he was basically controlling by either others or his inner demon so he didn’t have time to worry about appearance. But ever since he finally felt in control of his own life he now worries about his appearance sadly. He doesn’t like the mark on his head, he doesn’t really like his hair either and feels like his facial features just look wrong on him. He’s very good at hiding things so you didn’t realize until you overheard a conversation with him and his brother, he figured since kankuro is considered attractive maybe he should ask him for advice!
You were wondering around trying to find Gaara to ask him god knows what until you finally hear his voice along with kankuros, you walked behind the door about to knock until gaara’s question caught your attention. “So is there anything that could make me more ‘attractive’ or something along the lines of that?” “I don’t know? Maybe try face paint chicks dig it” you could hear a sigh leaving Gaara “I don’t want to attract ‘chicks’ I just want to attract y/n.” “What makes you think she doesn’t already feel attracted to you?” “I don’t know, I just feel like if I find myself unattractive maybe she does too.” That’s enough, you have to stop this. You knock on the door making them both look at it, you swing the door open and immediately look at gaara which was all it took for kankuro to take the hint “I’m just gunna..goooo…” you and him exchange nods before he leaves. Once the door shut you look back at gaara “what was all that?” “Oh so you heard?” “Yes gaara I heard, why do you find yourself unattractive? And why are you going to your skanky brother for help?” He turns his head to continue speaking “I can’t explain why I feel that way about myself, but I went to my brother because I know he is considered attractive to others.” You sit next to gaara and grab his chin to make him look at you. You lean closely to speak “how could you not love this face~” you whisper almost seductively while you drag your thumb across his cheek bone. “What don’t you like…?” His breath hitched out of fear of spilling his insecurity’s. “I guess…I don’t like the mark on my head, and I don’t like my nose much either, I also don’t really care for my hair it makes me look like a clown sometimes.” He’s waiting for you to agree with him but instead you lean closer to kiss everything he listed, first his little nose, then his marking and then you drag your hand through his hair which made him flushed. “Well I like Everything about you…” he finally makes eye contact with you, with red cheek. He took a big deep breath to reply “ok…thank you y/n. That makes me feel a bit better” you reach in for a hug which he gladly accepted!
Kankuro🪆-*
Even though he seems so hot and confident he’s much like his brother, sometimes he doesn’t like his bare face. He has make up on almost all day so rarely do you see him without any on, and when you do see him bare faced he’s weirdly shy which isn’t like him.
You both were in bed after work and you were just having a conversation, mostly it was just you talking which was weird because he’s normally high maintenance. “I couldn’t believe she had the audacity to say something like that, what do you think babe did she have a good point?” “I don’t know” his head is slightly turned to the side opposite of you which made it almost impossible to see him, he just washed his face so he’s completely bare faced yet won’t even look at you. “Babe? Cmon atleast look at me when I’m talking” “UGHHHHHHHH fine.” He turns to You shyly avoiding eye contact before replying “she’s in the wrong for saying that honestly-” you laugh “that’s exactly what I’m saying!……” you stared at his cute bare face for a little to long which made him anxious “what are you looking at y/n!” “I’m looking at your cute facee *boop*” he pulled away from your finger just to cross his arms “whateverr” you didn’t know at the time he wasn’t feeling his best but later he did tell you. But he still loves the compliment you give no matter how insecure he is at the time. Only you can make him feel better tbh
Featuring: Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, Lee, Kiba, Shino, Gaara, and Kankuro
Debrief: how the guys would react to having a hypersexual partner
Warning: sex mentioned but no descriptive moments.
Case Notes: for @alcoholic-emerald request! Enjoy babe 💖
Naruto Uzumaki
Naruto would be thrilled.
he’s energetic and affectionate, so having a partner who wants him all the time feeds his ego and makes him feel loved.
He’ll match your energy as best as he can, but his stamina is more about bursts of enthusiasm than longevity.
He brags to himself that he can handle it, but after a few rounds he’s collapsing into the sheets, panting and whining, “Give me a sec, believe it!”
He’s not shy about telling you when you’ve worn him out, but he always circles back.
Naruto never wants you to feel unwanted, so he’s constantly game for another round even if he’s trembling from the effort.
Expect lots of goofy, messy affection between sessions, like kissing your hair or rubbing his cheek against you just to stay close.
Sasuke Uchiha
Sasuke pretends to be aloof at first, he’s not about to look desperate or eager.
But the truth is, your insatiable drive stirs up something possessive in him.
He’ll never let anyone else satisfy you, so he takes it as a quiet challenge.
Sasuke is the type to control the pace; even if you’re crawling into his lap in broad daylight, he’ll grab your chin and mutter, “You’ll wait until I say.”
But once he gives in, he’s relentless. he’d rather overwork himself than let you think he can’t keep up.
Afterward, he’ll act like nothing happened, brushing his hair back and tying his shirt closed, while you’re the one left breathless.
Still, there are nights where your hunger breaks his composure and he loses himself completely, almost feral in the way he pulls you close.
Sai
Sai approaches it… clinically, at first.
He doesn’t fully grasp the weight of your needs, so he’ll ask blunt questions: “So, you wish to copulate again? Already?”
But he’s an eager learner, and the way you crave him makes him oddly proud.
Sai gets curious about your body, your reactions, your limits, he almost treats it like study, but it’s laced with real tenderness because he notices how happy it makes you.
He’s shockingly adaptable, meaning once he learns how much you want, he can keep pace without much complaint.
There’s also this streak of teasing honesty in him, “You’re insatiable. I think you might actually kill me. Should I draw your expression right now?”
Shikamaru Nara
At first, Shikamaru groans about the “troublesome” pace you set, sex is supposed to be relaxing, not exhausting, right?
But secretly, he enjoys how much you want him, even if he complains while you tug him back into bed.
He knows his stamina isn’t endless, so he gets creative: using his hands, his mouth, and his brain to keep you satisfied without burning himself out.
Shikamaru has this lazy dominance about him, he’ll have you stretched out beneath him, sighing, “You really don’t quit, do you? Guess I’ll just have to put you to sleep myself.” And he usually does, leaving you boneless and blissed out while he smirks faintly and mutters about how you’ll probably start all over again in an hour.
Choji Akimichi
Choji is surprisingly underrated in bed, he’s gentle, affectionate, and very tuned into his partner’s needs.
At first, your high drive catches him off guard because he’s used to being the giver, but not being constantly asked for more. But he loves how wanted you make him feel.
He has plenty of stamina thanks to his clan techniques and hearty lifestyle, so he can keep up better than most expect.
Choji is the kind of lover who makes it indulgent: long sessions, aftercare snacks, and lots of cuddles before you inevitably climb back into his lap.
He’ll laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, but he never denies you. The way you crave him makes him feel adored, and he melts for that.
Neji Hyuga
Neji is disciplined, controlled, and not easily swayed— at least, that’s what he wants you to think.
Your constant desire pushes against his restraint in ways that make him lose his composure.
He’ll scold you, low and stern, when you’re too forward: “You have no patience.”
But when he finally relents, he’s meticulous and thorough, making sure every encounter leaves you shaking.
Neji secretly finds satisfaction in your hunger, it validates his own prowess.
He won’t ever let himself “lose” to your drive, so he pushes himself past his own limits to keep you satisfied.
Afterward, while you’re catching your breath, he’ll quietly fix his clothes and act as though he wasn’t just completely undone.
Rock Lee
Lee approaches your needs with pure enthusiasm, your sex drive is just another “training challenge” in his mind.
He’s the type to beam at you and declare, “I will rise to meet your youthful passion!” before sweeping you into bed.
His stamina is near legendary, and he’ll happily match your pace without complaint.
Lee is endlessly affectionate, praising you between kisses and holding you close as if every round is an act of devotion.
If anything, you’re the one left begging for a break sometimes because he’s so earnest about never disappointing you.
Expect a lot of romantic, dramatic gestures mid-session, and promises to “never let your fire go unanswered!”
Kiba Inuzuka
Kiba is cocky about it, he loves how much you want him and isn’t shy about saying so.
“Damn, you can’t keep your hands off me, huh? Guess I can’t blame you.”
He thrives on your hunger, feeding into it with rough, playful energy.
His stamina is impressive, but his drive to win is even stronger, if you’re insatiable, he’s determined to be the one who finally wears you out.
He gets a thrill out of your desperation, teasing you when you crawl into his lap again, “Already? You’re gonna kill me at this rate— but I’m not tapping out first.”
He’s messy, passionate, and maybe a little too loud sometimes, but it makes everything feel raw and alive when you’re together.
Shino Aburame
Shino is quiet, reserved, and deeply private, so your constant need catches him off guard at first.
He isn’t used to being pursued so openly, and it makes him flush under his high collar.
once he realizes your hunger is for him and him alone, it unlocks a confident, possessive streak.
Shino takes a controlled, steady pace, dragging every moment out until you’re trembling.
He doesn’t get flustered easily, so when you’re pawing at him again, he just tilts his head and says softly, “Still unsatisfied?” before giving you exactly what you want.
He likes making you needier before actually indulging you, it’s his subtle way of showing dominance.
Sabaku No Gaara
Gaara’s relationship with intimacy is complicated; at first, he doesn’t really understand your drive.
Physical closeness is new to him, so your constant craving feels overwhelming.
But when he sees that it isn’t about using him, it’s about wanting him, it softens something inside him.
He’s not as high-energy as you, but Gaara is intense. He’ll make every encounter feel monumental, as if he’s carving it into memory.
You might come to him restless and needy, and he’ll quietly let you straddle him, hands gripping your hips tight as he grounds you to him.
He doesn’t indulge constantly, but when he does, it’s all-consuming, almost worshipful.
And if you’re still insatiable afterward, he’ll allow it again, because your hunger reassures him in ways words never could.
Sabaku No Kankuro
Kankuro lives for a hyper sexual partner.
He thrives on fun, teasing, and pushing limits, so your insatiability excites him rather than wears him down.
He’s shameless about it too— smirking when you drag him away from a conversation, whispering crude little promises in your ear just to watch you squirm.
“Didn’t think you’d need me again so soon. Guess I’m just that good, huh?”
He matches your pace with playful dominance, keeping things hot and varied so you’re never bored.
If anything, Kankuro eggs you on, testing just how much you can handle.
He’s the type to brag about it later, half joking with his siblings while you smack his arm in embarrassment.
To him, your hunger is both a challenge and a turn on, and he’s determined to keep up until you’re the one tapping out.
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Autor notes: Happy new year guys!!! Just dropping a tinyyy preview of the pt2 i've been promissing for you. I'm kind of busy rn so it's taking longer then i expected, but i just wanted to let you know i didn't drop this, i will post the final part. Eventually.
Pairing: Gaara of the Desert x Konoha! Fem! Reader (after Naruto but before Naruto the last)
319 days until the wedding
She definitely is stunning, Gaara couldn't lie. That’s one of her traits that the elders insisted in mentioning every time the topic of marriage is brought up. She has good manners, he notices it every time they meet up. She comes from a good family and their union would surely please his people, that’s for sure.
Still, not even a single moment of this felt like a marriage, just like a theatrical wedding with terrible acting. So when he found out that the bodyguard that is always with her is actually her secret lover and she was planning to run away it felt like a weight was taken off his shoulders.
However, as the Kazekage and her unusual friend, he couldn’t let her run away like that. It surely would bring chaos to the village and dishonor to her clan, so for the past few days they’ve been planning nonstop, and today is the day.
The plan is simple, fake a date, as always. A romantic escapade, with a picnic, cake and a bandit ambush. Close enough to Suna so the elders won’t be suspicious of anything, but far enough so help won’t arrive on time. The results: two fake deaths and a free Kazekage.
The only thing he couldn’t plan ahead was, as always, Y/N. The last few days he noticed how she have this power of turning his world upside down in a blink of an eye, and usually he would stop everything and anything just so he could spend some time with her, but today he really can’t.
Today he will put an end to this wedding and everything will be back to normal, like when he could spend all of his days next to her, and not just fulfilling the wishes of the council.
So even as his heart breaks from seeing the sadness in her eyes as she asked him about a letter that he didn’t know anything about, he needed to turn his back to her and finally put an end to all of this.
When he comes back they could have all the time in the world to make up.
Final note: The final part will focus more on Gaara's feelings, like figuring out that wanting to kiss you best friend isn't a common feeling in a friendship, and of course, his own mission to get her back.
It is not unusual to find the Kazekage at the Hyuuga residence, drinking tea. The Hyuuga are a noble Clan, their quiet demeanor well fitting to grant their visitor some respite from endless meetings and diplomacy.
Kankuro thinks nothing of it until Gaara starts staring.
His little brother has always had a strange habit of blinking less than others, a trait he's heard people comment on a little too much for his liking. Gaara knows about it. Has worked on it.
And how he's staring. At the Hyuuga Clan's heiress, no less.
Maybe Gaara has fallen asleep, Kankuro muses. With his eyes open. It has certainly happened before. Scared the living daylights out of the elders, too.
Hinata doesn't seem to be scared, at least. She drinks her tea like she always does, her movements slow and steady.
Temari would call her boring, maybe. Kankuro thinks she's a little too plain for his liking, like a porcelain figure without any paint. And what worth is in that when you have to fear breaking her any second?
Gaara blinks, finally, and empties his cup.
"I have to take my leave now," he excuses himself. He doesn't make many words, and Kankuro is grateful for that. Although it would make their visit a lot more interesting, Gaara never draws out the goodbyes. Soon, they're on their way again, past the blooming plum trees, the wind ripping blossoms from the branches until it looks like it's snowing.
Gaara stops to catch a blossom, the pink petals a stark contrast against his pink skin. He smiles, and Kankuro watches, a little disturbed, a little afraid to ask. Whatever it is that made his brother happy, he's not sure he wants to know.
-x-
"The Kazekage has been visiting a lot lately," Father points out as soon as their guests have left.
Hinata nods, not making a sound. She's never quite sure who he's addressing, and she doesn't want to assume.
Hanabi has already left, eager to get back to training and certainly glad to have an excuse so as not to clean up after their little tea ceremony. Neji had gone a little further than that, leaving the village for a training week in the mountains at the Kazekage's arrival.
Hinata's sure Neji has nothing against the other man. They're all civil, now. But as he's not part of the main branch, Neji dislikes gatherings like official tea ceremonies where his status is put on display. She can't fault him for that. She dislikes it, too. Sitting on her father's right like she's meant to inherit the Clan one day, when everyone knows Hanabi should be sitting there instead.
"He might be planning an arrangement," Father concludes, and Hinata's heart squeezes at his words, half hopeful, half anxious.
Gaara is beautiful, like she thinks a sunset in the desert must be. Violent red hair frames his face like a wildfire, his sage green eyes wide as they take everything in. He's quiet and gentle, determined to help those in need and carrying the responsibility of a Kage at such a young age, successfully too.
Gaara is everything she'd want to be and everything she could want in a man. But she's still Hinata, and it would be presumptuous to think he could want her the same way.
"He might just like the quiet," she offers, but Father ignores her.
"I heard his sister has taken a liking to the Nara boy. Surely she'd move to Konoha after the wedding. It would only be fitting to find someone worthy to take her place. I surely think Hanabi would be a great fit," he grumbles something, though Hinata doesn't catch it, her heart stumbling painfully at the implications.
She loves her sister, she really does, but she can't lose this to her, not after everything she's already lost.
"Are you sure Hanabi-"
"No, no, you're right," Father shakes his head. "We need her here. Besides, the age difference would be too great, with him being seven years her senior."
Hinata stops. She can't help but correct. "Gaara is my age. It would be a five-year difference."
"Who said anything about the Kazekage?" Father asks brusquely. "Surely he's not picking a Hyuuga for himself, though I believe he'd pick right. No, the elders will pick a suitable wife for him. He's looking for a wife for his brother." Father eyes her sceptically. "I suppose you wouldn't mind marrying the puppeteer for the benefit of your Clan and your village."
Hinata's mouth runs dry. She can't bring herself to move. If only she could shake her head as violently as she wants to. But her Father soon loses interest in her frozen figure, turning away again.
"Much to think about," he says, leaving her behind. "Make sure not to tell Hanabi. We don't want her to get her hopes up."
-x-
Gaara is restless. The day has trickled away like the sand in an hourglass, grain after grain after grain, until he could physically feel it drag on. He's spent it well, the time between meetings filled with amicable company.
But the desk in his temporary residence remains empty. No sharp claws tap at the glass of his window, signaling an incoming message.
"What's wrong?" Temari asks when they gather at dinner, just the three of them this time.
"What do you mean, what's wrong?" Kankuro asks, ladling Curry into her bowl. "You know very well how hard it is to get decent spices around here."
"I'm not talking to you, dickhead," Temari scoffs, turning to send Gaara a questioning look, eyebrows raised. "You seem upset."
Kankuro mutters something under his breath, but Gaara doesn’t listen to him, pushing the words around in his mouth. It’s not that he’s afraid of opening up, least of all to them. But this is a sensitive topic, one he’s not quite familiar with yet.
“I’m awaiting an answer,” he admits then, quietly, gaze locked onto the table. “To a proposal. And I haven’t gotten any news yet.”
“A proposal?” Temari asks, her tone unsure. “Like, a business proposal?”
Gaara hesitates, drags his spoon through the thick curry in his bowl. He swallows a sigh. “A wedding proposal.”
Temari’s spoon clatters into her bowl, Curry splattering the table. Kankuro curses, spilling his own meal as he moves erratically at the news.
Gaara watches them, a little surprised by their shock. “Why are you reacting like this?” He asks. “I’m at an appropriate age. Am I not supposed to act this way?”
“Well, yes,” Temari catches herself. “You just seemed so… disinterested in that topic. I thought you didn’t like marriage.”
“I don’t like the thought of tying someone to me who’s unwilling. But I like her, greatly so, and I feel like she’s reciprocating my feelings. At least I thought so until today. Maybe she’s not free to marry.”
“So it’s not Lee?” Kankuro asks, licking Curry from his fingers.
Temari sends him a glare as Gaara furrows his brows. “Why would I want to marry Lee?”
“I dunno, you guys seemed close. Certainly closer than with any girl I know. Wait. Do I know her?”
“Of course you do.” Gaara sends his siblings a look. “Is it not clear who I’m talking about? I thought I was very bold with my affections.”
They both stare back silently until Temari clears her throat. “Maybe you could tell us?”
Gaara sighs. Takes a spoonful of Curry to soothe his nerves.
“It’s Hinata Hyuuga.”
Quiet answers him. Kankuro’s mouth hangs open as he stares back at him, while Temari seems to be thinking it through.
“I can see the two of you together,” she agrees. “She’s a gentle, caring soul. But, and please do not take this the wrong way, I heard she had a crush on Naruto for a long time.”
“I’m aware of that,” Gaara nods. “We talked about it.”
“When?” Kankuro asks, coming back to his senses. “Because I usually accompany you to the Hyuuga Estate. When did you ever talk about that?”
“You were there with me,” Gaara reminds him politely. “But I have noticed that your thoughts have a tendency to wander in their quiet halls.”
“So you didn’t listen,” Temari concludes, sending Kankuro another glare. “Typical. When did you propose to her? Or did you propose to her father instead?”
“Wait!” Kankuro interrupts. “Was that why you were staring so much today?” His brother grimaces. “Don’t tell me that was your proposal.”
“I was very forward in my advances, I see, if you noticed.”
His siblings share a look. Kankuro groans, and Temari’s lips form a pained smile.
“Gaara,” she says, “why don’t you tell us how you proposed exactly. There might be some misunderstanding, considering Konoha’s customs are different from ours.”
-x-
“Why not?” Kiba asks, wiping Ramen broth from his cheek. “Kankuro is a nice guy. I like him.”
“I’m not insinuating,” Hinata panics, unsure how much of her feelings she should reveal, “I just-”
“You’re in love with someone else,” Shino points out quietly, setting the cup of tea in his hands down like a judge would his gavel. They all fall quiet to listen to him. “Isn’t that so, Hinata?”
She sighs. Fiddles with the napkin in her lap.
“Yes.”
Kiba watches her, unusually quiet for a second. “It’s not Naruto, is it?” He asks then, worry clouding his voice.
“No,” Hinata shakes her head, swallowing. “No, I got over him a while ago. I mean, we’re good friends, but I realized… I realized that he’s a person with strengths and weaknesses, and as much as I admire him, I don’t think we’d…” She sighs again. “I’m happy for him. I don’t think we would be as happy as he is with Sakura.”
Kiba shrugs. “You probably would have been just as happy, but love is love, right?” He shrugs awkwardly. “It finds some, and it misses others. Nothing wrong with that.” He sounds a little sorry for himself, and Hinata can’t help but think that he’s single, too. That he had a crush on Sakura, too.
“This isn’t about us,” Shino calls him back to attention, his glasses reflecting the light as he looks at Hinata again. “This is about you. Have you thought about confessing?”
Her pulse spikes. She groans.
“Oh, come on,” Kiba argues. “It’s not that bad. Sure, you might get punched in the stomach, but surely no one punches as hard as Sakura.”
“I can’t tell him!” Hinata shakes her head, her hands gripping the table. “He’s… No. I can’t.”
“Tell us, then,” Kiba offers. “We can tell him.”
“That’s not how this is supposed to go,” Shino disagrees, but Kiba’s stoked by his own idea. “No, no, it’s great. You tell us, we go and get intel on the situation, and report back to you. We’re subtle, real spies. And when you know that he loves you back, you can go and tell him for real. Easy-peasy!”
Shino disagrees. Hinata watches them bicker through the gaps between her fingers. Akamaru whines low in his throat, and she turns to look at him, down by her feet. He looks up at her, huffs, and looks out onto the street. She can’t see much; the curtains a little lower for privacy, but she recognizes the color and the fabric immediately, slipping from her chair without a second thought.
Neither of the boys follows her, and she’s glad when she finds Gaara waiting on the other side of the street, watching her as if he’d known she’d come out to see him.
-x-
Konoha might not have Suna’s vivid sunsets or the deep, unclouded night skies that reveal stars twinkling like diamonds in a bed of ink-black velvet, but its nightfall certainly has its own beauty, the sky turning from the pale lavender Hinata often wears into the deep blue shade of her hair.
They walk in silence for a while, content to share the same space.
No, Gaara reminds himself, he is content.
He clears his throat awkwardly, and Hinata turns, her eyes wide as she watches him. He falters.
There is something in her eyes, a quiet strength he’s always admired, one that still catches him off-guard in moments like this.
The silence stretches between them, fragile like gossamer. He’s usually not one to break it, has learned to revel in it long ago. He likes to watch her bathe in it, has done so for the past few months. But this is not a time for silence.
“I quite enjoy visiting your home,” he starts, not quite sure where his words will lead him.
“Thank you,” Hinata answers politely, her mouth opening as if to add a word or two. She doesn’t.
“Please,” he asks, “continue. I want to know.”
“Oh, I shouldn’t,” she blushes faintly and averts her eyes for a second, misses the twitch in his fingertips as he longs to touch the warmed skin. “It’s just- We enjoy having you as well.”
“We?”
They’re quiet, just the sound of their feet on the gravelly ground, the wind in the trees, faint laughter from a bar down the road.
“I,” Hinata corrects herself, her voice so quiet he can barely hear her. She licks her lips, starts again. “Father-”
“Would you-,” Gaara interrupts her by accident, or maybe not, his fingers aching again. “Would you want to see Suna?”
Her eyes are wide and full of wonder, pale as the moon slowly rising above them.
“Yes, but-” She’s stuttering now. “I can’t- not without a reason, and Father-”
“I would be your reason,” Gaara argues, something like a fire lighting in his chest. He feels small again, too small for a situation like this, for his age, his title. He feels like the kid again who asked others to play with him, hoping against hope that this time someone would hear him out. “I’m asking you- I’m asking you to come. And see me.”
Quiet settles again, their eyes wide as they watch each other, drink each other in.
Gaara has never felt seen like this before, not once in all the times he’s had to deal with the Byakugan or even the Sharingan.
But Hinata’s eyes drop to the ground eventually, and his heart sinks, heavy with regret. She’s not going to choose him. He swallows against a bout of tears, surprised by their strength. He hasn’t cried in a long time.
“Father-” she mumbles, and her voice pulls him to the surface of his mind again, to the moment happening. “Father thinks you’re looking for a strong Kunoichi. To replace… Temari-sama.”
Gaara blinks. There’s a message in these words, like there usually is when Hinata speaks.
“I am looking for no one,” he admits, because it’s the truth. “I met you, and I knew.”
She blushes a feverish red at that, sucking in a breath. “Don’t say- Don’t say things like that!”
“I mean it,” he insists. “I have been trying- Well, I thought I made myself clear with my visits. Temari has pointed out that I wasn’t as clear as I thought.”
Hinata watches him for a while, the red in her cheeks deepening from time to time, as she grapples with what he’s told her, what he’s hinted at, too.
“Me?” She asks then, quietly, her voice soft. “Really?”
“If you want me,” Gaara offers her his heart again. “Have me, please.”
-x-
The next morning finds her unsettled and restless, the night blurry in her mind, yet her memories are crystal clear. The deep red of his hair and the soft pink of his blush, the warmth in his eyes as he wished her goodnight.
She’s not had any chance to sleep, what with her heart racing like that.
She’d scribbled a note to Kiba, and written a longer letter to Shino, trying to put her feelings, her doubts, her worries into words.
But morning comes, and she fears it might bring disappointment. Most things look lovelier in the night.
A knock on her door. She rises, dresses herself in the plain white cloth she had laid yesterday, way before anything exciting had happened. The white isn’t unusual for her, but today she thinks about a different white cloth.
What kind of wedding attire would be appropriate for Sunagakure, she wonders, swallowing the hope before it can blossom. It’s dangerous to hope.
Downstairs, their servants are in a frenzy.
“The Kazekage is here,” one of the younger ones whispers in passing. “Hyuuga-sama demands to be served a proper breakfast at once.”
Hinata swallows another seed of hope. Surely, he hasn’t come for her.
But when she enters, Gaara sends her a smile, the pull of his lips transforming his usually serious face. Her breath hitches, and Father glares, but she cannot care about him now, not when her heart is souring with the clouds.
Hanabi’s already seated, curious eyes watching the scene unfold.
“It is very unusual to visit this early.”
“I apologize,” Gaara doesn’t sound at all apologetic. “But this matter is important to me. I fear I haven’t made myself clear during my last visits. I ask for the hand of your daughter.”
Hanabi swallows her tea wrong. Hinata reaches over to rub her back as she coughs, her heart squeezing with conflicting feelings. There is still a chance-
“For yourself?” Father asks, his voice cautious. “Or for someone else.”
“For myself,” Gaara clarifies, his voice steady. “And to make myself clear, I want to marry Hinata. I will not accept ‘No’ as an answer.”
Silence grows between the cracks in the floorboards, grows between them as they wait for an answer.
Finally, Father speaks, and when he does, he does so with a sigh.
“Will it make you happy?” He asks, and even though he’s not looking at her, Hinata believes that he’s addressing her.
“Very much so, Father.”
“Then it shall be.”
It is only later, just hours before his departure, that Hinata realizes she’s never told him of her own feelings. Not explicitly, at least. Not like he did.
She will marry him in two months time, if everything goes right, but she doesn’t want to wait until then, doesn’t want him to leave this village without knowing the extent of her feelings.
Unsurprisingly, Gaara waits outside the Hyuuga residence as if he knew already. His hand takes hers, the shield of sand slowly trickling away as they walk until she can feel his skin against hers.
Silence stretches around them like a blanket of snow, her favorite kind. Words are hard to come by in a place this comfortable. She squeezes his hand instead, smiles up at him when he turns to look. His gaze is fond, and so is hers.
“I see you,” she says then, because she does, always has, in a way. “Always.”
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