Definitely Not a Gaara Blog

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[soliavenne]

Between Naked Souls - 1 (Gaara x Reader R-18 Fanfiction)

Hiii, everyone! :) <3 This long fic had been my baby since early September. It took really long, but I think a part of me is in agreement that this story really needed that amount time to develop, and I'm really proud and happy of what it has resulted to. This work really means the world to me. It had exhausted me beyond measure but I have really fallen in love with it.

Warning: NSFW work ahead.

Word count: 26.6k (I know, self-control is not my best suit.)

I hope you enjoy! <3 

Cover art by yours truly. 

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Gaara jolted awake with a choked gasp; the clawing sensation down his now hoarse throat as the strain caused by unintelligible growls for help that has been leaving his mouth for the past twenty minutes began to catch up with his dawning consciousness. He propped his elbows behind his back, his chest heaving up and down heavily as he tried to chase his breath. He continued to shift backwards until he felt the headboard press against his back in support to his weakening composure. Gaara brushed his forearms across his forehead, making him wince when he raked his fingers down his now, sweat-dampened hair. He really wasn’t able to conjure images just yet as his eyes were still adjusting to the almost pitch black darkness of his room, so he gasped in shock when he felt something touch the back of his hand, with his head automatically shooting towards the direction in which the surprising gesture came from.

“Hey…” Your voice croaked, followed by a yawn as you rubbed your knuckles against your eyes. “Gaara? Are you awake?” You slowly sat up, swinging your body towards the side of the bed to reach for the lamp above the nightstand. After turning it on, you returned your attention towards Gaara, whose chest was still heaving up and down, with his face angled towards the ceiling; eyes glued shut, skin pale and sweaty. Your blood ran cold out of panic, as his current state was unraveled to you. You quickly grabbed a fist of the blanket before throwing it out towards the floor to give him some air. The amount of concerned queries that rambled down your mouth without any sense of halting any time soon was cut short when Gaara placed his hand above yours, giving it a firm squeeze to snap you out of your agitated daze.

“Y/N,” Gaara breathed out as he was still trying to stabilize his panting. “there’s nothing to worry about...”

You leaned over towards Gaara, your knees pressed down against the mattress. You reached out for him and placed a palm against his forehead. “What do you feel, Gaara? Do you feel sick?”

“No,” Gaara let out a deep sigh as he crossed his arms against his stomach; palms sluggishly rubbing up and down his arms in hopes of calming the chills enveloping his body. “it’s just… another nightmare.”

Your eyes went soft at what you heard, and over the very sight that that was happening before you. He only had little to no time that was reserved so that he could take a proper rest, yet even that was being robbed away from him. You couldn’t help it, your stomach continued to drop in a bottomless pit of pity, as it felt like you could almost sense every fiber of fatigue and exhaustion from your lover.

Gaara doesn’t deserve any of this.

“Tsk,” Gaara groaned, as his head started to throb in pain. He pressed the pads of his index and middle finger against his opposite temples, massaging it in circles to alleviate the pulsing pain. “I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to wake you up like that… I’m so sorry, my love.”

“Hey…” Your voice softened at him, as you reached out for the side of his face so that you could redirect it towards yours. “you have nothing to apologize for, okay?” You stroked his cheek as you smiled reassuringly before him. “None of this is your fault, Gaara.”

Another worn out sigh ripped from his chest. Gaara held your hand that was placed against his cheek, caressing it with his thumb before leaning his lips towards your palm to kiss it gently. “I will be alright, Y/N. You have nothing to be concerned about.”

“Well, that’s too bad… I’m kinda’ bound to be always concerned about you no matter what.” You chuckled at him, eliciting a small smile from your lover in return. You ran your fingers through his locks, a little surprised when you felt how soaking wet it was. “You’re so sweaty right now, Gaara. Let me grab some towel and water, alright?”

There was a sight of a slight pout on Gaara’s lips, his gaze anywhere but in direct contact with yours. “Stay…”

Your hand on his cheek travelled down his shoulder, and down on his hand, giving it a soft squeeze to ease him down a bit. “But you might suffer from colds if I let you go back to sleep like that, Gaara.” He seemed like he was about to speak another word, but he nodded in agreement after a minute of silence. You stood up from the bed, opening the closet and rummaging through his clothes before grabbing another pair sleeping garments for your lover; placing it on top of the mattress. Prior to walking straight towards the door, you went towards Gaara, who was now watching you from his side of the bed. You ushered his face closer towards yours by both sides of his jaw, before pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. “I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Promise?” Gaara mumbled, his soft voice feeling like he was tugging on your heartstrings.

“Yes, Gaara. I promise.” You smiled at him once again. “I will be back.”

The subtle sound of your footsteps echoed throughout the corridor as you walked towards the kitchen. Despite how dim it was, you somehow knew exactly where to walk through to get towards the switch; as it finally seems like you have already memorized the layout of Gaara’s house over the course of time you have spent inside it.

Gaara was indeed a busy man, he was the Kazekage of the village after all. He rarely comes home, as he never really found any reason to stay inside his house all by himself when he could just be doing paperwork instead inside his office. It did change, though, when the two of you had started dating one another. After a year of being together, Gaara finally invited you over to his house, and you swore that the whole vibe that it radiated off was as if his house was recently furnished, and was finally in commercial to be sold. It was spotlessly-clean, from up the ceiling, down the floor; a little monotonous and plain if you were to be honest; not entirely homey, as expected from someone who doesn’t really live much inside his own home; a decision with a much more deeper reason that you have just been recently informed of when Gaara offered you to stay with him for the meantime while you were looking for a new apartment to move in.

When you started living with Gaara, he offered you the luxury of having his bedroom to yourself, which something you disagreed wholeheartedly with. There was no way you were going to let him sleep on the couch when the two of you could fit snugly on top of his bed. The only thing that made you agreed to his proposition was when he said that he wasn’t ready to share a bed just yet; so as much as you wanted to tell him it was more than okay for you to sleep beside one another, the last thing you wanted was to put pressure on him.

It was when you woke up in the middle of the night to drink water, when you found him sitting alone in the couch in a sleepy daze, his elbows pressed on top of his thighs with his face buried into his hand. His hair was disheveled, and his breathing was labored. When you sat beside him, asking him what was wrong, the frustration and weariness in his voice was evident.

“I had a nightmare…”

According to Gaara, it seemed like he had started suffering from recurring nightmares a year after the Fourth Great Ninja War, confessing to you how he had been coping about it ever since. Gaara said that he tries to take short naps throughout the day in order to make up for little to no sleep that he gets at night. He tries to steer himself away from sleeping at the comfort of his home, because when the exhaustion catches up to him, he ends up losing control over the state of sleep, making him susceptible to another yet episode of a nightmare.

The next morning, you almost pleaded to Gaara to finally sleep beside you.

“Please, Gaara. If you were in my place, you know it yourself that you would do everything you can just so you could take care of me. We should always take care of each other no matter what.”

It honestly took a lot of convincing before you got Gaara to agree with you. He kept telling you that he didn’t want to disturb what should be a night of peaceful sleep for you, but you knew it yourself that having him beside you would not be the reason of you losing sleep, but the fact that you would always be worried sick about him. Who was he kidding? How could you even get an ounce of sleep now after knowing what he goes through at night? As much was you wanted him to give him the autonomy over his decisions, this wasn’t any matter that should be dealt alone with, and Gaara knows that himself. If you were to be the one in his place, he wouldn’t sit still about it as well.

After a minute of letting the kettle’s whistle tear through the quiet of the night, you wrapped a rug on the plastic handle before taking it off the flame. You leaned downwards to grab a small basin from the cabinet, filling half of it with cold water under the faucet before turning it off. You poured the hot water in intervals, feeling the water with your other hand now and then as you tried to bring it up to a proper temperature; the steam coming off of it feeling rather nice against your cold cheeks. You placed two bath towels over your shoulder, and just before you were about to lift the basin from the sink, you felt someone shift behind your back.

It was Gaara.

You felt his hands travel from your waist, towards on top of your stomach as he pulled you in for a backhug. “Let me carry that.” Gaara whispered into your ear before pressing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“You should be resting on the bed,” You mumbled, your voice laced with just a tiny bit of scolding. “I’m supposed to be the caretaker here, Gaara.”

Gaara smiled against your face, as he continued to plant gentle kisses upon your skin. “I will always take care of you… as much as you take care of me, even if I’m incapacitated to do so. We’ll always take of each other no matter what; that’s what you said, right?”

Your chest tightened with what you just heard, feeling a soft brush of warmth across your now probably flushed cheeks. Before you knew it, Gaara was already walking back towards the bathroom with the basin at hand, leaving you a flustered mess in the kitchen.

The windows were now opened, and the moonlight bathed the bedroom in a gentle, luminous glow. Gaara sat still on the edge of the bed that was facing the window, eyes trained on the side as you stood before him. The basin was on your right side, sitting above a wooden stool, with the bath towel now soaking the warm water inside it.

“Uhm… Would you rather have me take off your clothes, or you want to do it by yourself?”

After turning on the night lamp, you saw a clearer glimpse of Gaara’s face, which was currently laced with concern. After a minute or two of wondering why, that was when you realized what he had been thinking about ever since he sat on the bed.

“You have nothing to worry about, Gaara. I don’t mind… seeing you with your clothes off.”

Gaara’s chest tightened, as his face started to get as red as his hair. He pursed his lips subtly out of embarrassment, before pulling his dampened shirt over his head, folding it neatly above his lap before placing it down the floor. Gaara stood up from the bed, before pulling his pajamas down until it pooled down his feet. You redirected your gaze towards the walls behind your lover, your lips in a slight pout as you tried to release a subtle, drawn out sigh to ease your jittering nerves.

“I’m… I’m done.” Gaara murmured, his palms pressed down against the mattress on both sides of his body, as he was now left wearing nothing but black, cotton boxers, a messy hair, and a blushing face.

You smiled nervously at him before taking a sit beside him, the mattress sinking down a little in response to the movement. You reached for the bath towel lying on the bottom of the basin, and with both hands, you squeezed the excess water out, dipping it up and down as you continued to drain it just until it was damp enough to cleanse his body off of the stickiness of his sweat. Gaara rotated himself to face you directly, so that you could have a better access to his body. You grabbed him softly by his wrist, starting by his hands. You gently rubbed both of his palms, before cleaning in between of his fingers. “Your hands are rather pretty, don’t you think? They’re so soft… and slender.”

“I never took notice of that,” Gaara mumbled in between of trying his best to meet your gaze, but failing nevertheless halfway through it. “but, uhm… thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled back at him while you were rubbing the towel from his wrist towards his arm in firm, upwards strokes, doing the same thing with the other one before returning the towel into the basin, allowing it to soak up water for a minute or two before wringing it out once again, the sound of water dripping down the basin sounding rather relaxing as it consorted the quietness of the night perfectly.

“Uchiha… Sasuke, huh?” You asked curiously, as you were now rubbing the towel on top of his left shoulder, gazing intrigued at the huge scar just a few inches below the tail of his collarbone. There was an odd, circular looking-shape at the center, its edges jagged; seemingly appearing to be the epicenter of the attack. It seemed to branch out in different directions, some of it being three to four inches in length, finalized by extensions of smaller, thinner limbs of scar. The color of it was in between oleander and umber, rather a little glossy in appearance considering how old it was.

“Hmm…” Gaara sighed with a slight, amused smile on his face; remembering that he once considered his scar as a memento of the very day he met his first friend; Uzumaki, Naruto.

“What do you think about it?”

“…About what?”

“Your scar.”

You were now scrubbing the damp cloth against his chest, and you couldn’t help but get a little nervous.

Gaara wasn’t overly buff, his muscles were rather lean and well-defined. It wasn’t the type to put an exaggerated strain on the fabric of his clothes, as Gaara himself also opts for a looser approach of garments; so you were rendered surprised when you saw how toned his upper muscles actually were; specifically his shoulders and his arms, which may have probably been a result of the years he had spent carrying that heavy, large gourd on his back.

He really was… beautiful.

Gaara has been noticing how lingering your stare was over his body for the past few minutes, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t make him self-conscious. He tries to diffuse his embarrassment by answering your questions in return. “Well… it does bear some emotional significance to me, since during that day, a lot of what took in place changed my life forever.”

You nodded back at Gaara, knowing exactly what he was talking about since this wasn’t really the first time he told you about what happened during the final round of the chunin exams.

“Appearance-wise…” Gaara sighed in thought, “I guess I myself don’t really mind it that much, but…” Gaara trailed off, as he was now trying to avert his gaze away from you once again. You didn’t want to inquire further, even though the curiosity was killing you. If there’s anything that Gaara solidified in you, that was improving your ever short-lived patience. You smiled at him before dropping the towel once again, squeezing the water out as you hummed.

“Let me clean your face now.” You shifted closer to Gaara, as the side of your knee was now brushing against his. Since you have to lean a little closer to him, you ended up unconsciously placing your warm palm on top of his naked thigh, the abrupt contact eliciting an inward gasp from Gaara; his shock not visible at all to you with how excellent he was in trying to bottle every reaction he has behind his usual, stoic face. What he couldn’t hide though was how his other hand was clenched in a tight fist, his thumb rubbing against his folded index finger in hopes of calming down his nerves.

You pressed a palm against his forehead before flipping back his fringe towards his head, revealing his tattoo. You dabbed the towel softly against his skin, wiping in between. “Your hair’s getting a little long, huh?”

“Should I cut it?” Gaara asked.

“Well, that is up to you to decide. I think you look handsome either way.” You pinched his cheek teasingly before wetting the towel once again. Gaara couldn’t help how racy his heart was at this moment; he was still not used to positive affirmations.

“Close your eyes.” You whispered under your breath. You folded the bath towel around your index and middle finger, as your grip on his thigh got a little tighter as you continued to inch closer towards him. You started around the area surrounding his eyes. “I really think you have gorgeous eyes.”

Gaara, despite being a nervous wreck that he was, found humor in what you just said; as a gentle, chortle of laughter left his mouth. “I have… what…”

“You don’t agree?” You pouted.

Gaara sensed a hint of sadness in your voice, and he could imagine you pouting right at that very second. “It’s just… it’s the first time I have received such compliment. It surprised me, my love.”

“Hmm… well, I think it really strikes a very interesting contrast, you know?” You mumbled, telling him that he can open his eyes now. You smiled even more as you saw the literal proof of your statement just now. “It might sound odd to you, but I think your eyebags bring out your pale, seafoam eyes better. You have such unique-colored eyes.” You smiled genuinely at him.  Gaara tried to avert his eyes from the eye contact you were now trying to initiate, but you wanted him to know this wasn’t small talk; you were genuine about it, every bit of it. “Gaara?”

“…Yes?” Gaara flinched a little when you held him by the side of his cheek as you ushered him to face you once again.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered quietly as your face started to inch itself closer to his. Gaara shut his eyes closed in response, a soft sigh staying behind his nervously, zipped-tight lips when he felt the softness of your slight pucker against him. “You are so beautiful to me, Gaara.” You grinned against his lips before pressing a lingering peck once again. When you pulled back from the kiss, Gaara’s eyes barely fluttered open; with the evident blush staining his cheeks red. He was rendered speechless of it all, and you were nothing but understanding of it. You grabbed the folded, black shirt behind your back that you’ve fished out from the closet. Gaara was still not speaking, but he nodded in agreement when you told him that you were gonna put his shirt on for him.

“Thank you…” Gaara mumbled under his breath.

“You’re welcome.” You grinned brightly at him before standing up to place the basin at the corner of the room, telling Gaara along the lines of emptying it out tomorrow morning. “Oh, you go change into your pajamas now. I’ll stand here for a bit until you’re done, okay?”

Gaara didn’t answer, but you heard him shift from behind your back. You hummed a tune to yourself as you allowed him to finish getting dressed, adjusting your shirt and shorts as well so that you can now go back to sleep afterwards. When you heard a soft signal from Gaara telling you that he was done, you couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he looked like; all tucked up on his side of the bed. A few minutes after you settled yourself underneath the blanket as well, you decided to change your mind, as you opted to sit instead; with your back pressing against the headboard. You couldn’t help but notice how awfully quiet Gaara was, lying on his side and facing away from you; not moving at all, but his way of breathing tattle-taled that he was still awake.

“Gaara?”

“Hmm?”

“We can cuddle, if you’d like…”

“…”

Gaara shifted in his position, the rustling fabric ringing to your ears as he rotated himself to turn towards you. He propped his palm against the mattress before situating himself closer towards you, earning a surprised reaction from you with his choice of position; before having it transition into a soft, endearing smile.

His cheek was currently resting above your lap, the back of his head pressing against your stomach. He laid on his side, his knees folded so that his legs weren’t going to dangle down the edge of the bed. Gaara felt a little stiff and awkward as he still wasn’t entirely used to being this close and affectionate under his very own initiative - but a part of him… a part of him wanted to reach out towards you at the moment.

He yearned to feel your warmth against him tonight.

Gaara sighed, his thoughts mixing in with the undecisiveness of what kind of words should leave his mouth right now, in contrast to the other side of him wanting to open up, because the last thing he wanted was to get you worried over him. You caught up to his internal plight, his eyes fluttering open gently to meet yours as you combed your fingerpads through his hair, softly cooing to him that he didn’t have to talk about it if he didn’t want to.

Truth be told, the obvious lack of communication skills on his behalf paved way towards difficulties; it had been a root to some of the problems you two have encountered during the earlier onset of your relationship. Of course, you weren’t devoid of the responsibilities over the dilemmas as well, and you are very much aware of that. The innate awareness itself, and the perseverance to let each other know which issues that you two have that render setbacks on the relationship is what made your connection be continuously resilient. On your behalf, you finally understood that you should not take personal offense over his predisposition to stay silent; as it was already an internal struggle that he himself acknowledges, and tries his best to overcome in order to be a better partner for you.

With his heart touched over your reassuring gesture, Gaara reached out for your other hand, which was currently resting above his hip, and held it in front of his face, eyeing it lovingly while he fiddled with your digits, as if he wanted to feel every bleed of comforting warmth that poured out from your skin. Gaara pressed the back of your hand against his lips, giving it a gentle kiss before placing it above his cheek, as his thumb continued to press and massage against your palm to return the favor. “Would it be a bother if I were to ask you to your read your book to me, my love?”

A slight surprise graced your face, as this was the first time Gaara had requested something like that. “Of course not, Gaara.” You smiled softly at him. “Would you like me to get something that you like? Do you have anything in mind?”

“You don’t have to,” Gaara trailed off, followed by a soft, fleeting whisper,  “I just want to hear your voice…”

Your chest fluttered at what you heard, and you could almost feel your stomach dropping in an unfathomable happiness. You reached for the book beside the lamp on your nightstand, opening it on a certain page you were reading into earlier. You cleared your throat, a little nervous, yet also wanting to give it your best shot. Gaara’s eyes were closed once again, a hint of anticipation gracing his peaceful face. “Rest for the meantime, okay?”

And with a slight nod from Gaara, you started to read to him.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you−− the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.”

And he went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye," he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."

"It is the time I have wasted for my rose−−" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."

"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” You repeated with a soft smile, your eyes sneaking down a glance at Gaara through the slight gap between the bottom edge of the book and your chest; his fiery, red locks reminding you of the said vibrantly-colored flower in the story. “I am responsible for my rose.”

Before you spoke another line once again, Gaara pressed his palm against the spine of the book, hooking his index and middle finger in between the partition of the pages and pulling it softly away from you. He placed the book on the side before sitting up, the faint sigh that left his mouth fanning air against your lips.

Gaara wanted to thank you, but the shock barred himself to speak even a single syllable right at that moment. He had underestimated how close his face would be, and the short space in betweeen the two of you had robbed him off of his capacity to speak as his eyes unconsciously glanced down at your lips.

He wanted to kiss you.

He wanted to kiss you so much.

…But, he stood frozen before you, his stomach and chest tightening beyond belief as he couldn’t move even an inch to close the gap that was preventing him from feeling your lips against him. He just continued to stare, taking in every line, corner and curve of your soft, glistening pout. Gaara felt his breathing gradually quicken, as he found himself leaning closer and closer to your equally, blushing face.

“Can I kiss you?” Gaara whispered under his breath, his deep, husky voice sending shivers down your spine. “Can I kiss you, my love?” Gaara nudged his face forward towards you, basking in the emanating warmth from your face.

You nodded at him, your heart racing uncontrollably beneath your chest. “You can kiss me, Gaara.”

Gaara pulled back his face away from you, his almost shaking hand holding you by the side of your cheek, a thumb sneaking in soft strokes against your lower lip. His heart fluttered at how supple it was to the touch. He closed his eyes before leaning in towards you once again, that being the last sight before you shut your eyes in return. It wasn’t too long until you felt his lips brush gently against yours; a little hesitant, yet the intimacy of it igniting his urge to feel more. Gaara inched his lips forward with a deeper pressure; as your tender pout continued to bathe his body in a calming sense of warm solace that he couldn’t get enough of.

When he pulled back from the kiss, he immediately dove his face towards the crook of your neck, his arms sliding down on both sides of your body before wrapping them around your waist; ushering you closer for a hug. His breathing was rather erratic, slow and deep. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hand sneaking in a soft, rub across his scalp to ease him down. “Do you want to get some sleep now, love?”

Gaara hummed vaguely in response, his tone lingering with a hint of not wanting to let go of you just yet, coinciding perfectly with the fact that he just hugged you closer towards him.

“…”

“Do you want to kiss me again?”

Gaara buried his face deeper against your warm skin.

“Yes…”

You relaxed your shoulders against the headboard, your breathing almost hitching in anticipation as Gaara pulled his face back from the curve of your neck. His eyes fell down to the side, and just before you thought he was now going to lean forward for an another kiss, Gaara nuzzled his face towards your neck once again, his hug getting a little more tighter this time.

Gaara swallowed the lump in his throat, the beat of his heart getting tighter and deeper, like he could almost feel his chest sink as every pulse got heavier and heavier. He wanted to confess that his nervousness had skyrocketed beyond reach; and he wasn’t sure he could initiate another kiss once more with his weakening resolve. His jittering nerves were getting the best of him, making him mumble soft apologies against your skin as he cuddled closer towards you.

“I can kiss you, instead… if you want to.” You whispered to his ear.

Gaara faced you once again, his eyes glassy and heavy with anticipation.

“D- do you know how to kiss,” You scratched your index finger against your cheek embarrassingly before trying to meet his nervous gaze once again. “with our mouths open? Y- you know, using our… tongue.” The last word seemed to evaporate into thin air, as Gaara’s blush grew a deeper hue. “Don’t worry,” You chuckled nervously as you tried to comfort him. “I- It’s not like I’m an expert on that or anything. I have just… read about it,” You cleared your throat. “from the books I have.”

“I’m sorry… My lack of experience…” Gaara closed his eyes with a sigh.

“Hey,” You placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “like I said, I have only read about it. I don’t know how it’ll actually be like in real life, or something…”

“You can… you can practice on me, if you’d like.”

You shot Gaara a surprised look in response to his newfound tone of voice. Despite being a flustered mess of pink and red, there was an evident determination in his face. “I want to learn about it, and I want to be able to… please you. So… if you may, as long as you’re comfortable… let me be your guest.”

You nodded at Gaara, “…Uhm, can I sit on your lap?” You mumbled softly.

With an anxious swallow and a shaky nod, Gaara piled three pillows against the headboard before laying on his back comfortably beside you. You thanked him under your breath before letting a sharp sigh of self-encouragement rip from your chest. Gaara couldn’t help but mentally curse inwardly to himself when he felt your supple body press down on him.

“Nervous?” You giggled, both asking Gaara and yourself to ease the tension just a little bit. “Our first makeout session, huh?”

Gaara gasped when you shifted your position, as inching closer towards him paved way for your crotch to grind briefly against his. He clenched his fists tight in hopes of not getting a hard on and making you uncomfortable.

“I’ll start now.”

You placed both of your hands on both sides of his cheek, giving him a soft, endearing smile of encouragement as you dove your face slowly towards him. Both of your eyes weren’t entirely closed; just enough for it to have a small peek of where both of your lips would land on. You pressed a teasing kiss upon his upper lip; pulling back a bit before brushing another peck against his lower lip this time. With a smile, you planted a full kiss on his soft pout; the pressure gradually increasing as Gaara tried his best to respond bit by bit.

“Open your mouth,” You whispered under your breath. Gaara swallowed nervously before allowing a slight gap part his lips in between. “if it feels too weird, just tell me, okay?”

“Mhm..” Gaara answered.

With your drooping eyes trained on his pucker, you inched your face forward, slowly sneaking in your tongue inside his wet cavern, eliciting a soft whimper from your lover. You ushered your body forward, as you leaned in for a deeper kiss; the teasing exploration of your tongue inside Gaara’s mouth not getting intense any time soon with how tensed he was beneath you.

You pulled back from the kiss with a soft grin on your face.

“So…” You asked shyly, “I- I guess that’s how it goes?”

Gaara hummed in thought, brushing his forearm against face as he was still processing what just happened.

There was rather an awkward silence brewing between the two of you, as Gaara’s gaze was fixed on everything but towards you. He couldn’t help it, his heart felt like it was going to somersault out of his ribcage at that very moment, and the fact that you were so close to him for the very first time was just adding fuel to the fire.

“We should get some rest,” You cooed. “There’s no rush about this, alright?”

“N- no, I-“ Gaara cleared his throat immediately, as his immediate disagreement made him blush even harder. “I can still manage, Y/N.”

“Are you sure?”

Gaara nodded in response.

With a soft smile, you ushered your face closer again, your heart beating faster and faster as you got closer to his haze-lost face. Gaara was surprised when you landed your lips upon the corner of his mouth, his confusion spiralling tighter when you started peppering pecking kisses across his cheeks. “Making out isn’t really just about open-mouthed kisses.” You whispered in between, as your other hand went to stroke the other side of his face adoringly. “There are other sensitive spots in our bodies that we can… please, like… here…” You kissed the spot below his ear, tracing the outer shell of it with slow, teasing kisses; enveloping Gaara in a shudder; which was suddenly reciprocated by your own body in return when you felt his hand travel down your spine as he loosely gripped you in place by your waist. You mapped a trail of kisses downwards once again, his grasp getting briefly tighter as your lips got lower and lower down his neck. You halted for a minute, the sensation he’s been feeling not stopping even for a bit as he still felt stimulated by your hot breathe tickling the skin of his neck. “Can I suckle on your neck?”

Gaara’s face had never felt so hot, the heat was nothing in comparison to even the hottest rays under the sun in Suna that has been reflecting over his face for years.

“Yes...” Gaara mumbled as he pressed his face against the plane of your shoulder.

You brushed a gentle pucker against your chosen spot, peppering it with endearing reassurance. Gaara shuddered once more when he felt your hand ran upwards his spine; a barely audible gasp leaking past his mouth as he felt your fingertips rake through the base of his scalp, your fingers slowly threading through his locks as you tilted his face sidewards with a soft grip. With a whispered warning, you took in the skin of his neck into your mouth, suckling on it softly and kissing it in between before sucking it once again a little harder with every try.

“Ahh, Y/N…”

…

Your heart felt like it missed a beat.

“Did I hear that right?” You whispered breathily to his ear. “Was that a moan?”

Gaara nodded bashfully in response.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes…” Gaara mumbled under his breath. “Y- you’re so… good at this.”

“It doesn’t stop here just yet.” There was a faint smirk on your face. “There’s so much more you’ve yet to see,” You could feel Gaara’s labored breathing against you, his breathing hitching for worse when you brushed your crotch against his on purpose. “so much more you’ve yet to feel…”

“Y/N…”

“You can touch me too, if you like…” You mumbled suggestively, as you placed your hand on top of his hand that was resting upon your waist, giving it a soft brush of contact before dragging it under your shirt, the warm skin contact of his palm brushing against your bare skin making you bite your lip subtly in response.

You pulled back your face from the curve of his neck, initiating an effort to meet his shaky gaze once again. “Do you want to see me, Gaara?”

And with a nervous nod from your lover, you pulled your shirt over your head.

You reached for the clasp behind your back, unclasping it rather a little shakily as you were also nervous as well. You were kind of thankful that Gaara wasn’t there to notice how long you have been taking off the damned fabric off of you, as he was enveloped in a bashful shell of himself; with his eyes drifting towards the side out of respect.

With a satisfied sigh, you quickly placed your forearm below your chest in support before tossing the bra to the side.

“Y- you can look now…”

Gaara felt like the air he was barely breathing in was now taken away from him completely.

You quickly grabbed the discarded shirt, covering yourself in a frazzled mumble of words.

He was quiet, he was too quiet; his rapid breathing was the only response you were hearing from him and you would be lying if you said that the lack of verbal reaffirmations from him didn’t affect you at all. When Gaara caught up with how he might have made you feel, he quickly snapped back to his senses. Through his crippling bashfulness, he managed to look directly into your eyes.

…And with an adoring smile, Gaara spoke once again.

“You look so beautiful, my love.”

Gaara might be beyond a nervous wreck at this point, but so were you. He couldn’t help but coo soft apologies in reference to this thought, as he felt like all he did was sit back and let you do the work. You reassured him that it wasn’t anything like that, that it’s only natural to be high-strung at that moment since both of you had not done this before.

“Please,” Gaara said, although his voice was soft and endearing, you could still tell the deep-seated determination behind it. “if you’re comfortable with it… please, tell me how I could make you feel good.”

You tossed the shirt to the side once again.

“W- wait, let me… let me reposition myself a little bit, my love.” Gaara mumbled, as the squeeze of his hand placed on your waist got a little firmer in response to the movement. He straightened his back once more, allowing him to have a better posture; with a nod, you started to search for his other hand.

You guided his tad bit shaky hand towards your left breast, a soft sigh exiting your mouth as you felt the warm contact of his palm upon your nakedness. You tried to meet Gaara’s eyes, but a nervous tick sent him down staring intently down his directed hand as the brief eye contact with your heavy-lidded eyes sent shivers down his spine.

“Feel the weight of it first,” You mumbled. “Start slowly, allow your… fingers to wrap around the roundness of it…”

Gaara nodded studiously as he took mental notes deep into his brain. He was starting to get more comfortable around it, as the urge to please you was starting to get ahead of his tensing nerves.

“That’s it… Gradually increase the firmness of your grasp… Ahh.” You moaned softly under your breath, as Gaara’s firmer ministrations started to send jolts of pleasure down the rest of your body. Gaara felt like his breathing halted momentarily, but he knew better this time. You were now starting to feel good under his touch, and he would stop at nothing to ensure he wouldn’t keep you away from feeling that way.

“T- Touch my other breast too…”

With a swallow, Gaara followed through, repeating exactly what he had learned previously.

You tried your best to tone down your voice, but another pleasure-soaked moan ripped from your heaving chest as Gaara continued to play through his ministrations. He watched you in awe, as you stared lustfully down at your breast being toyed with by his very own hands. You knew he was starting to feel good as well, as you started to feel his protuding erection across your clothed slit.

“Wet your thumb with your tongue, Gaara.” The way you moaned his name at the very end of your sentence made him curse inwardly to himself. Gaara extended the tip of his tongue, licking the pad of his thumb diligently until it was appropriately wet. You propped your palms behind your back, placing them above Gaara knees as you arched back a little, allowing him to have a fuller view of your naked, upper body.

A budding, lustful sigh leaked past Gaara’s lips. Somehow, he did have a vague idea in regards to what was going to follow past your previous instruction, so out of instinct, Gaara rested his palm upon the side of your breast, and with a swift motion, Gaara brushed his lubricated thumb against your nipple, eliciting a sweeter moan from you.

“Not only a fast learner; you’re also quite the intuitive one, are you?” You mumbled with a smirk.

Gaara smirked back briefly, before wetting his other thumb to reflect the exact ministration on your other breast.

“Ohh, Gaara.”

Gaara flicked both of his thumbs teasingly, side to side, upon your now stiffening nub. Not depending entirely on your instruction alone anymore, Gaara went through his instinct as he rubbed the pads of his thumb in circular motions against your nipples; dragging out a drawn out, blissful mewl of his name from your lips as you started to unconsciously dig your nails against the skin of his thighs.

“Gaara, that feels so-“

Gaara’s hands went down your waist and without any foreword, he yanked you closer towards him, earning a surprised yelp from you.

“Can… can I put it in my mouth?” Gaara breathed heavily beneath you, his eyes glassy with impending lust. You raked your fingernails softly across both sides of his head, planting shivers all over his body at how stimulating it felt like for his hair to be played with like that.

“I’d love that…”

With a slight, nervous sigh, Gaara stared at your nub, a hint of curiosity pooling on his seafoam eyes. Gaara pressed a soft kiss on your left breast, his lips tiptoeing towards the other one as he kissed it just as endearingly. “You’re so… perfect, Y/N.”

Your chest and your stomach fluttered at his whispered compliments, as he continued to admire every bit of your nakedness.

“You look so beautiful, my love…”

You pressed a soft kiss against his head, as his utmost adoration continued to weaken every fiber of composure within your body… and after the lingering stare between the two of you, Gaara tightened his grip on your waist before parting his wet mouth; enveloping your nipple lovingly into his wet cavern.

Gaara shifted in his position, straightening his back better against the cushion of the pillow as the way he folded his knees towards his body elevated you a little, allowing you to tower over him even more. Gaara took back his mouth only to dive his face forward to your other teat, moaning adoringly against your naked nipple. Gaara used his forefinger and his thumb to stimulate your other nub in circles, eliciting strings of mewls from your mouth as you continued to moan his name selfishly.

“That’s so good, that feels so good,” You groaned above him, a blissful sight of you being thoroughly watched by Gaara as he shot his gaze towards your mewling stance.

Sneaking past your rational thoughts, your hips began to grind itself against his body on its own, as the pleasure of getting your tits suckled and toyed with by your eager lover’s mouth continued to stir your lust for worse. You pulled on Gaara’s hair, tilting his face upwards to face you, and with a swift motion, you initiated an open-mouthed kisses against his soft pout; your body feeling like you’re being enveloped in a feverish sensation as you continued to swirl his tongue around his mouth. “Touch me down there too…” You whispered in between your sloppy kisses as you redirected both of Gaara’s hand to fumble down your lower back, before shoving it under your shorts. The fabric was loose enough to give Gaara an ample room to massage and squeeze your backside, with the relaxing gesture passing a pleasured moan from your mouth to his. Gaara rubbed his palms across the roundness of your ass in circles before giving it a firm squeeze. The way he was touching you at the moment almost overwhelmed him to a certain point.

You shoved Gaara deeper into the pillow fort behind his back, lapping your tongue inside his mouth, eagerly intertwining it with his own; which was guided by his slight nervous attempt to kiss you back just as passionately. You smiled against Gaara, encouraging him with your soft whispers of approval in between your kisses, making his stomach flutter in a mix of slowly diminishing self-consciousness and the brewing desire to please you more.

You pressed your lips harder against him, deepening your sloppy kiss as you raked your nails through his messy, red hair; making Gaara shudder against you. You pressed your body closer against him, pinning and pinning him deeper into headboard. Dragging your lips past the corner of his lips, you planted pecking kisses towards his ear. “I’d like to… try something.” You whispered breathily, the hot air sending shivers down his spine.  

“W- what do you have in mind, my love?” Gaara asked back breathily.

“You need… stimulation down there as well, right?”

Gaara swallowed the lump in his throat with a slight, wide pair of eyes; processing exactly what you were trying to insinuate.

“I want to make you feel good too, Gaara.” You mumbled blushingly. With a coy smile, you started to grind your clothed slit across Gaara’s stiffened arousal; and the way it got harder and harder with every thrust almost sent you towards the edge.

“Do you want me to touch you down there, love?”

Gaara, although a little hesitant due to his embarrassment, nodded through his bashful stance; as he would be lying if he said that the way his cock throbbed harder beneath you wasn’t starting to feel a little touch-starved.

Gaara left a final, parting squeeze on your backside before allowing you to shift your position; as you were now sitting beside him, your palm propped upon his other thigh to support your composure. “Can I?”

Gaara nodded again with a soft agreement leaving his mouth. You hooked your fingers into the waistband of pajamas before peeling it off of him completely, leaving him in nothing but a new, dark gray boxer shorts. Despite being the one who’s pulling the reins at the moment, you were indeed just as anxious as your lover; as both of you tiptoed towards your very first sexual interaction with one another. Nevertheless, the trust that both of you had for each other made it easier to settle in comfortably under one’s touch, and as foreign as it may be, it still felt like there was a strong, innate connection that bounded you and Gaara together; an undeniable bond that envelops you and your lover in a sense of solace despite showing each other’s naked vulnerabilities.

Everything just feels like… it was meant to happen.

With Gaara’s notice, you slowly undressed him from the lone, remaining fabric that was covering his body; making you flinch in surprise when his aroused cock snapped against the spot just below his clothed navel. You couldn’t help but swallow in anticipation. You left his boxer shorts just above his knees; so that if ever he feels the need to cover himself up, he’d have no trouble looking for his clothing. Gaara couldn’t help but smile to himself warmly with your caring gesture.

You rested your palm upon it, making you gasp slightly with the contact. “Wow, it’s… hot. I mean, it’s hot to the touch... I- It’s so warm?” You stuttered confusingly.

“Y- yes… it really is like that.” Gaara stuttered back nervously with a pleasured sigh, as you used the area between your thumb and index finger to rub against his throbbing cock, the silhouette of his hardness pressing a defined outline against the skin of his lower abdomen igniting a fire of arousal in his body as he was continuously reminded of how rigid his dick was under your touch.

“Oh? It’s wet up here…” You mumbled curiously as you brushed your thumb against the tip of his cock, making Gaara moan softly as you rubbed the pad of your finger against it in circles.

“Ahh… i- it happens… when I am aroused.”

Truth be told, the way you were looking at his cock with wonder in your eyes made his cock even harder. How you looked nervous and in awe at the same time as you took in the sight of his stiffened cock made him choke on his own breath.

“Do you play with yourself?”

Gaara’s breathing hitched after hearing your question, seemingly not knowing exactly how to answer it as his shock sent his brain into a haywire. A minute or two later, he seemed to retrieve back a sense of himself, as he was now trying to conjure up an answer to satiate your curiosity.

“Before I met you… I only saw it as a way of releasing… pent up stress. B- but when I got to know you, and my affections for you started to develop more and more, I…” Gaara sighed, as his nerves started to shake him up once again. Deep inside, a possible answer did plague him as to why sharing his deepest thoughts felt so difficult; maybe it was related to the fact that he doesn’t talk about himself as much as other people tend to do. He appreciates hearing other people’s thoughts and feelings, and finds comfort that they trust him to tell him those kind of things, but for him to open up himself was still a little off to him.

It was different with you. Other people would just go off and respect Gaara’s wishes not to talk about himself, and proceed to an almost one-sided conversation with Gaara just nodding in response. You always asked him, you always wanted to know more about him, but in a way that was not laced with any ounce of condescending pressure at all. Your words were calculated enough to encourage him, not to force him. He found comfort in the slight taste of curiosity that you offered to him, and in a way, it had made him much more open in regards to his thoughts and feelings.

Despite of being a nervous wreck at the moment, and as much as how embarrassed he was to admit it to himself, Gaara wanted to continue the conversation. A part of him wanted to selfishly indulge in it. He just needed a little breathing in between to get through it.

“I found myself… thinking about you. T-  thinking a lot about you, actually…” Gaara’s heavy-lidded gaze landed upon his cock being stroked softly against his abdomen, and the way you looked so encouragingly gentle on the contrary of literally playing with his cock at the moment was almost a complex combination of funny yet sexy in his view. “We were still friends at that time, and I… I actually felt guilty about it… because I was starting to have inappropriate thoughts about you, and I just… Y/N…” Gaara moaned your name, no longer able to continue, as the way you were stimulating him at that moment and the added effort of opening up for someone as private as him rendered him speechless.

“Just sit back and relax, love.” You cooed, as you wrapped a full fist around his pulsing dick, pumping your fist up and down as you found yourself leaning your face closer and closer towards it, taking in the sight of the muscle throbbing within the hollow of your fist.

“Gaara?”

“Y- yes?”

“Do you know oral sex?”

Gaara’s eyes were wide in surprise as soon as he heard what seems to be a potential proposition you could be speaking of minutes later. A thought so alienatingly foreign, yet somehow, he had already envisioned you doing it while he jerked off his cock deep into the sleepless night of having nothing but fervent, erotic thoughts about you.

Oral sex, huh?

He had read about it, probably twenty pages into that green book that the sixth Hokage himself; Hatake, Kakashi, gave him during his diplomatic visit in Sunagakure before opening his cabinet and shoving it inside out of panic.

…But through his jittering nerves, he did pick up the book from the shelf to take it home, and the provocative imagery that the book embedded into his innocent mind as he took in sentences of nothing but pure, lustful sex, did make his trousers tight in response.

The deeper he got into the book, the more he didn’t realize that he was already stroking his cock while he laid back on the comfort of his couch, legs spread open, back pressed against the cushion sluggishly as he continued to pump his fist slowly up and down his throbbing dick, moaning your name in between the wet, skin slapping noises that ripped through the silence of his house.

In his mind, you were enthusiastically bobbing your head up and down in between his thighs.

“I am… I am aware of it.”

You gulped in response, as the sight of the tip of his cock starting to glisten more with the erupting lust from his cock ignited a hunger inside you, and with letting your instincts tore through, you wrapped your other fist in his cock, before taking in the one where your thumb is wet his pre-cum, and putting it in your mouth to taste.

“Shit.” Gaara shut his eyes closed in an exasperated arousal.

“Do you want to know how it feels?” You whispered seductively, as you placed your dominant hand once again to pump his cock up and down.

“A- are you comfortable with it?” Gaara asked with concern despite the lustful haze he was starting to get lost in.

“I am,” A small smirk made its way on your lips. “I want to… I want to wrap my mouth around it.”

“Around… what?” Gaara asked, eliciting a surprised reaction not only from you, but from himself as well.

“Around your huge, throbbing cock.” You teased, earning another yet breathy cuss from Gaara.

Just before you were about to take his throbbing member into your mouth, Gaara whispered your name softly to tug on your attention, and you were met by the utter gentleness in his eyes. Gaara tucked a stray hair behind your ear, before allowing his thumb to brush across your cheek. “You don’t have to do it… if you don’t want to… okay? You’re the one who gets to decide what you want to do, my love… You can stop anytime you want to, do not mind me at all.”

Your chest fluttered at his caring reminder. “Thank you, Gaara…” You leaned towards him, as you pressed another peck of kiss upon his lips. “Don’t forget about yourself too, alright? If you want me to stop, tell me right away, okay?”

Gaara nodded with a smile as he thanked you back softly in return. After telling him to lay down and relax, you started to trace a trail of downward kisses from his jaw, and down his sensitive neck. You peppered the plane of his collarbone with gentle pecks in between telling him how perfect he was. Gaara’s flushed face was angled towards the ceiling, his breathing a little loud and laboured as he tried to meet your gaze after telling him to look at you. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, love. Every inch of you is more than perfect to me.”

“Y/N…” A shocked, breathy gasp escaped his lips when you flicked the side of your index finger against his nipple.

“Too ticklish?” You asked gently, getting an embarrassed nod from Gaara as he tried to cover half of his face with his forearm. “That’ll be reserved for next time…” You mumbled with a smirk, making Gaara shudder as his thoughts began to run wild.

“I- I didn’t say I didn’t like it… I was just-“ Gaara parted his thighs apart, the ample space it resulted to allowing you to rest down on your breasts and stomach comfortably.  I- uhm, is your position comfortable? Don’t hesitate to tell me if you need a pillow, or if you want me to… uh change my position...” He mumbled caringly. You nodded at him, reassuring your anxious lover that everything’s fine at the moment, there was no need to worry.

“Ready?” You asked with a slight, coy smile on your face, as you eyed the sopping wet tip of his cock while you sluggishly pumped your fist up and down his shaft. With a breathy moan alongside a nod from Gaara, you started to get down on your business.

You extended the tip of your tongue, pressing it flat against the underside; dragging your tongue back and forth before encircling it around the circumference of his pink, sensitive tip. Your fist remained as a slight grip around the base of his cock, with your index finger and thumb wrapping a loose, jerking off motion so that he doesn’t get too overwhelmed right away. As the encircling stimulation of your tongue got lower and lower, that was when you decided to take in the whole, pulsing tip into your wet mouth; earning another breathy gasp of your name from Gaara.

You allowed the soft, innerside of your pout to envelop the tip in a gradually tightening massage, sneaking your tongue in between the slight, back and forth motions of your head. Your attention was caught by the sound of rustling fabric, with your eyes falling down on to the side; only to see Gaara’s knuckles turning white as he placed a tight grip on the sheets in response to the bliss you were serving him. With the free hand that was resting above his thigh at the moment, you reached for his hand, brushing your palm above the back of it before intertwining your fingers in between his digits, pulling it over to rest it above his thighs as you placed your palm flat down above it.

His lower lip gradually dropped down in anticipation, as he locked his eyes upon the sight of your face, slowly taking in his arousal deep into your wet mouth. He gasped even louder when you didn’t bother stopping midway, as you went on to take whole length of his cock deeper and deeper into you, only halting when a loud, gagging sound ripped through the dead silence of the bedroom. You allowed yourself to choke around his dick once, twice, before releasing it with a lustful pop right before Gaara’s eyes, the teasing hint of euphoria of your airway being cut off making you mewl his name dirtily as you tried your best to chase your breath. Gaara’s whole body bathed itself in prortruding goosebumps, a reaction you saw yourself after seeing his thighs covered with the said bodily reaction.

Just before Gaara gets to speak a query of concern, you fixed your hair out of the way before diving his cock right into your mouth once again; as you have now decided to put an end in your teasing touch. You gripped the tip of his cock around the inner swell of your pout in place as you pumped your fist up and down the body of his dick; allowing your face to gradually dip downwards, your mouth slowly taking in more areas to suck and lick on while the rest of what’s yet to follow was still stimulated by the hollow of your fist.

“Y/N… w-what are you doing… ahh…” Gaara moaned helplessly before you as the increasing bliss continued to send jolts of euphoria down the rest of his body. “That feels… so good…” He felt so embarrassed to be mewling like this, but what you were doing with him at the moment, toying on his cock expertly just had him crumbling apart desperately under your touch. Gaara hastily sat up from having his back leaning against the pillows, with his palms now propped flat against the mattress on opposites sides of his body in hopes of supporting his diminishing composure. He shut his eyes closed, but a part of him wanted to take a peek on the real life counterpart itself of what he has been lewdly jerking off to for months. There were so many aspects of such acts that no amount of heavily-vivid imagination could ever come close, details that he took in carefully and mindfully.

Apart from the mind-wrecking sensation itself of having his cock be sucked off by his beloved, the consorting sounds it bears alongside with aroused him beyond anything. The way you breathed out helplessly as you release his cock with a pop, looking up to him with gently-innocent, yet ironically lustful eyes as if you were silently asking for further reaffirmation to settle down that you were making him feel good just drives him towards the edge. The sound of spit, rub, slurp and choke; the raw sound of wet-slapping skin as you jerked his rock hard cock before your flushed, glistening face, only to swallow his dick whole once again robbed him off of the capacity to communicate.

“I don’t think I-“ An uncontrolled moan interjected at his crippling ability to speak, as the established pace of your head bobbing up and down his sopping wet member started to tighten his lower abdomen in a familiar, addicting sensation. This was it, this was the feeling that he finds himself losing even the slightest ounce of rational thought. He folded up his thigh while the other remain rested upon the mattress. You frantically searched for his hand, placing it above your head and instructing him to lock his fingers in your hair. Gaara didn’t want to inflict pain on you, so he wrapped a loose fist of your locks, his fingerpads sneaking in to rub against your scalp in hopes of returning the smallest amount of favor in contrast to what you were doing with his cock at the moment.

He finds himself shuddering even more, as the wet, gulping sounds of your mouth coming down on his dick up and down continued to get louder and desperate with every down and upwards thrust. With a nervous swallow, Gaara tried to look down at you; and a barely audible cuss left his salivating mouth.

The increasing knot of impending orgasm in Gaara’s lower abdomen started to get tighter and tighter; his body jerking out of shock when you slyly brushed a thumb across his nipple once again. You stared at him back, giving him a sly wink before focusing on the task at hand once again. As you felt your jaw starting to get sore, you pulled his cock out of your mouth; jerking him off with your now, sloppy wet fist as you pressed his now overly sensitive tip against your tongue. Gaara’s chest was now heaving up and down desperately, his face angled towards the ceiling as his mouth gaped in utter, pure bliss. He looked back at you once again, and despite his blurring, lusftul gaze being blocked by strays of his messy, red hair, he saw how you arched your back, with your body now bending over erotically before his feasting eyes; and before any word of warning could have ever leave his panting mouth, you felt the tip of his cock pulse uncontrollably against your wet tongue; only to be followed by streaks of hot, thick cum jolting out of his convulsing arousal.

Your eyes widened in shock, as you look up towards Gaara whose face was contorted in what seemed to be nothing but raw and primal look of euphoria upon his flushed, open-mouthed face; an interjecting moan of bliss ripped from his heaving, sweating chest as his body convulsed against you. Gaara tried to pull away out of embarrassment, and the said gesture had only resulted to his what remains of his cum being milked down by his drawn out throbbing orgasm to paint a streak across your cheek; making you widen your eyes even more as Gaara continued to cum all over your face and your hair. Out of an instinctive flight response, Gaara quickly grabbed the pillow behind him, covered his face with it, and slumped down his back on the mattress.

As surprised as you were; the blur of Gaara’s muffled curses and heavy breathing against the pillow started to ring clearer towards your ears; his bashful response making you chuckle in return. You squeezed yourself beside Gaara, sneaking your hand underneath the pillow he had been covering himself up before hugging him from his side; your thigh placed above his as you relaxed your face against the supple pillow. “Are you okay?”

“…”

Gaara couldn’t still bring himself to talk, but with a soft, “I’ll be back.” He placed the pillow gently beneath your thigh in replacement of his as he stood up from the bed, yanking his boxer shorts upwards before confusingly walking outside the room. You wanted to ask him if he was okay, but he was so panickingly quick that even before you get to a speak a single syllable, he has already bolted outside the door.

“So that’s what it tasted like…” You thought to yourself, as a feverish flush painted your cheeks warm; your stomach coiling bashfully as your buried your face deep into the pillow. You weren’t going to lie, giving Gaara his very first blowjob was something you have been thinking about before. The thought itself alone was fervently erotic, but the literal act itself that just took place earlier was beyond anything your mind could have ever muster. How he moaned your name breathily as you slurped his cock into your mouth sent you addiciting shivers down your spine.

You snaked a palm down your stomach, your curious fingers inching and inching closer towards your arousal; you sneaked your digits underneath the constricting fabric of your shorts and your underwear; and you cussed inwardly as your fingerpads were met by how sopping wet your slick was. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts before lifting your ass from the mattress and swiftly discarding the said article of clothing off of you and tossing it on the floor.

Fuck, sucking your lover’s cock was indeed arousing.

Just after cleaning your face off of Gaara’s cum with your discarded shirt, Gaara entered the bedroom once again, both his hands busy as he carried a glass of water and a dessert plate on the other hand… containing a slice of… cake?

Gaara awkwardly tiptoed his way towards the bed. He placed the glass and the plate on top of the nightstand, his gaze and smile endearing yet still so… shaky. A soft creak of the bed responded as he sat on the edge of the mattress, facing you directly while you were now leaning your back against the headboard, your upper naked body covered up by the soft, fluffy pillow. Gaara placed his palm on top of your hand that was resting on your lap, his thumb giving an encircling rub. "I… uhm… I got you something.” Gaara mumbled under his breath. “I- I know that the taste of semen isn’t entirely too pleasing as I have tasted mine b- before-“ He almost choked on the last word of his sentence as he realized what he just said, making him whisper an almost inaudible “what am I saying?” to himself as he rubbed both of palms against his cheeks out of frustration.

Choosing not to inquire further to spare him the additional embarrassment, you chuckled to yourself as you reached out for the glass of water, drinking it halfway through before returning it on top of the nightstand once again; letting a satisfied sigh rip from your chest after the chill rehydration. “Thank you so much, Gaara. This was very nice of you.”

You leaned your body towards the nightstand, allowing Gaara to see the naked, graceful curve of your back as you unintentionally bent over before him, as you only wanted to have a bite or two of the cake; the decadence yet the muted sweetness of it rolling nicely upon your tongue. You sliced the fork into the dessert, placing a cupping palm below it in case it falls as you shuffled your way through the bed; facing Gaara once again.

“Have a bite, too.” You smiled softly at him.

Gaara’s blush grew a deeper hue, his eyes falling down to the side as he opened his mouth slightly to take in the slice of cake into his mouth. He chewed slowly as you watched him curiously while you took another sip of water before handing it to him so he could cleanse his palate as well; earning a soft worded gratitude from him.

You folded your thighs towards your chest, leaning your chin down against your forearms that was resting above your knees as you continued to gaze at him, and Gaara couldn’t help but be even more fidgety under your stare. “Gaara?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Gaara sighed before nodding slowly in response. “Yes… yes, I am. I’m really sorry… I’m just flustered.”

“Really? Why?” You inquired gently.

“It’s… it’s my first time. A- and I know that it’s your first time too… It’s just… it felt so good.” Gaara trailed off, as he gathered his scrambled thoughts with a sigh. “I’m sorry, I’m just worried that I’m going to end up doing something wrong, or in my case at the moment… I already did something wrong… I’m really sorry, my love.”

“Gaara…”

This time, you held his hand, tugging on his attention as his quivering stare tried to meet your eyes once again. Your eyes were full of warmth, a very inviting sense of care that he couldn’t help but be drawn to; and before he even realizes it, he has already pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. He closed his eyes, savoring the emotions he was bathing himself as he continued to display such adoring act that you utmostly deserved.  

“There’s nothing you should be saying sorry for.” You held his hand, brushing soft strokes against it before leaning your face closer to kiss it gently. “Also, please remember that we’re not in a hurry. We can always take our time.”

Gaara nodded with a sigh, his eyes expressing what seem to be a tad bit of loneliness and disappointment in himself.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You whispered carefully, following  up with another statement in order to reduce the pressure on your lover. “If you don’t want to, that would be fine as well… we can just cuddle and sleep. If you do need some space to think about it, I wouldn’t mind that, too. Anything you choose to do would be fine, okay? Anything, love.”

Gaara’s eyes softened, his heart and stomach warming and tightening up in a coil as he couldn’t help but feel so vulnerably comfortable with you.

Your eyes widened out of curiosity when you saw Gaara peel his shirt off of his body, only to put it over your head as he gently reached out for each of your hand to assist it towards the armholes of the clothing. “Thought you might start feeling cold…” Gaara mumbled with a soft smile on his face as he continued to gaze at you with a pair of adoring eyes.

“But now… you’ll feel cold.” You poked his naked, toned chest teasingly.

“Not entirely so.” Gaara chuckled. “Because I know you’ll be here all night to keep me warm.” He mumbled with a genuine smile on his face before reaching out for the blanket on the bedroom floor and covering himself from the back before tackling you down on the mattress playfully as both you giggled under the fabric.

“I’ll keep you warm for the rest of my life,” You whispered softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders before pressing a kiss on top of his head; his face nestled in between your now clothed breasts. Gaara eyes widened after hearing such words, and with the overpouring gentleness and warmth that you continue to generously offer to him, he couldn’t help but close his eyes to allow himself to bask it in; in ardent hopes that your affections was something he truly deserved. To be adored and cared for in ways that he had given up on a long time ago as means of atonement, he was still far from being forgiving of himself at the moment; but your adoring words, your caring gestures had allowed him to warm up to such idea bit by bit.

You made him feel that he was worth loving after all; and in a complex, innate response that he somehow ends up feeling; he begins to love himself a little more than he’s been robbing himself of for so long.

Every ounce of emotions that he has tried to repress for so long started to gush through his system; and it placed him in a spiralling haywire of everything else in a blur in exception of you.

You.

You…

“I love you.” He thought to himself as his hands started to travel underneath your shirt, his lips peppering soft, pecking kisses towards your neck as he mirrored it himself how you shuddered beneath him when you traced the length of his naked spine upwards to his nape with soft scratch of your nails. “I love you.” The words never left his mouth as he continued to spoke it inwardly, all alone in himself to hear such confessions, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it almost hurts to say it.”

With his eyes heavy and his breathing labored, Gaara brushed his lips teasingly against your wet pucker; taking his time slowly as traced the outline of your lower lip with pecking kisses. With a soft sigh, Gaara closed his eyes gently as he leaned his face forward. He suckled on your lower lip; and with a gentle bite that parted your mouth ever so slightly, Gaara inserted his tongue inside your mouth.

Oh, how he fought through his nerves.

Gaara placed his thumb and forefinger above your chin, his other hand resting above the side of your face. Gaara halted the kiss for a second, his heavy-lidded gaze taking in the sight of you before shoving himself towards you once again. You felt his thumb stroke your cheek softly as his middle and ring finger brushed gently against the skin of your ear; the endearing gesturing weakening your composure even more as you found yourself succumbing to his affectionate kiss. His tongue unraveled the depths of your mouth with a slow, loving pace; striking an interesting contrast, as despite his hunger for you, Gaara couldn’t help but still find himself savoring you as if he would never, ever run out of all the time in this world.

The longer his kiss dragged on, the more he realized that it was as if the gentle taste of your wet mouth imprinted a soul-numbing addiction into him. And if you were to directly ask Gaara about it, he knew damn well that beyond the red face and the shaky effort to avoid your penetrating gaze, he’s just too honest to deny that he’s beyond smitten at this point, and the lone thought that he only he could conjure right at this moment is you, and the fact that both of you were basically making out with each other inside his bedroom.

With a firm suck on your tongue, Gaara released you from his fervent, smothering kiss; a smile cracking on his lips as he pressed his forehead against you.

“Am I deemed to be lacking in your standards, or do I somehow… pass just enough?” Gaara chuckled.

“Don’t sell yourself too short now.” You giggled back, sneaking in a pinch on his cheek to tease him. “You’re an amazing kisser. You’re already beyond skilled, to be honest.”

“Really?” Gaara’s cheeks were now rose-colored in bashfulness, as your compliments never failed to make his heart race.

You nodded at him encouragingly, embedding a deeper smile on his lips.

“I love you.” You whispered lovingly to him.

Gaara shut his eyes closed as he felt his chest tightened.        

“Don’t say it again, not now; not yet.” He pleaded silently to himself.

It scares him.

It scares him so much at how weak feels like, at how needy he was of your love.

It scares him, it scares him so much.

“Please, not now.”

“I love you, Gaara,” You mumbled with the most endearing smile he had seen in the entirety of his life.

Gaara shut his eyes closed, squinting his lids tighter and tighter in hopes of cutting off the impending tears that was starting to swell in both corners of his eyes. His eyes were now glassy and heavy, as he started to smother needy, pecking kisses all over your face, down the path of your jaw; licking and suckling on the skin of your neck in shallow and deeper intervals; Gaara traced a linear path down the middle of your clothed breasts; the thin fabric of his shirt allowing a soft silhouette of your naked body underneath to show through.

Gaara threw the blanket off of his body before placing a loose grip on both sides of your hips, his thumbs sneaking a caressing touch on your skin as he began to plant kisses upon your clothed teat; the continuous surge of shudders painting the rest of your body as you arched your back a little with a soft moan when Gaara took in your fabric-covert nipple; suckling on it with a gradual increase of pressure; his face delayed yet in synonymous motion with how the tip of his tongue rolled over the nub in circles. He spat on the fabric, allowing you to feel the cold wetness of his saliva to peer through the threads. Gaara snaked his other hand upwards he placed a soft grasp above your other teat, flicking the side of his middle finger against the other nipple before wrapping it around with his index finger and thumb; encircling and tugging on it occasionally as your stiffened peak began to protrude through the fabric of his shirt.

As his hands went lower once again, hooking his thumb into the waistband of your underwear, he halted momentarily; before trying to meet your equally heavy-lidded gaze; “Can I?” He whispered ever so softly. You nodded in agreement; arching your back upwards as he began to pull away the sole, remaining fabric covering your bare body.

As bold as you may seem to be most of the time, having been seen naked by your lover for the first time had you conscious as well; as you tried to hide your worsening, flushed face underneath the cover of your forearms. As starstrucked as Gaara may be; he knew better now than to stay graveyard-silent this time; as worded expressions of adoration was something essential in establishing comfort during such acts of intimacy. With both hands, Gaara brushed his palms slowly underneath your thighs, stroking it upwards until he gripped you in place by the back of your knees. He pressed soft kisses against it, whispering stuttered, affirmations with a soft, breathy voice.

Gaara leaned downwards to brush a caressing touch against your jaw; smiling ever so gently at your adorable flusteredness. You felt him shuffle above you, and you flinched in surprise when you felt his hot breath fan against the side of your neck; as he was now laying on his side next to you.

“I figured… I should be closer towards you,” Gaara whispered into your ear. “So that you can tell me right away how you want my fingers to please you.” He mumbled breathily as he snaked his arm underneath the back of your head as means of support. “If you’ll allow me, please let me return the favor and make you feel good this time.”

You reached out for his hand that was resting above your thigh, placing it in between of your faces before giving it a soft kiss. You held his index and middle finger, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he watched you take his digits into your mouth; suckling on it with your eyes closed before fluttering them open once again, your eyes darting below you as you guided his hands towards the sopping arousal between your legs.

Gaara watched his guided digits carefully; as you parted his index and middle finger apart, before directing it to press softly up and down the outer lips of your lubricated slit. Gaara felt your arousal tense up slowly underneath his touch. You held his hand by the back of it before shyly commanding his fingers to brush briefly against the sopping center, allowing his fingerpads to trace a linear path upwards until it halted against your now, pulsing nub.

“T- that’s called the clitoris,” You mumbled shyly against him. “Penetrative foreplay such as fingering, or the penetrative act of sex itself,” You cleared your throat, “I- I guess it feels good… but the easiest way to make me cum is by rubbing my clit.” Your breathing went erratic when Gaara started to slowly rub against it under his own initiative. “It could be like… what I taught you earlier. Increase the pressure and pace gradually, do intervals with light and… ahh…” You clenched your thighs together slightly as Gaara’s skillful application of what he’s learning at the moment began to crumble you apart bit by bit. “a- and firm touches. The surrounding area might be less sensitive, but teasing in between would feel just as good,”

“Have you tried doing it on your own?” Gaara whispered, his voice sultry and deep.

“Y- yes…” You gasped softly under his touch.  “A lot…”

A grunt escaped his lips as his stomach coiled tight with the lewd imagery of you teasing your pussy with your own fingers.“C- can I kiss you?”

“Yes…” You moaned softly as he steadied his rounded, rubbing pace against your arousal, alternating between pressing up and down the sides before tracing the inner of your slick itself, only to massage your clit once again. “I- I would love that. You can also play with my breasts, if you’d like…”

Gaara shifted your body a little bit by snaking his forearm behind your upper back, propping his elbow against the mattress before elevating your body by your shoulders as you ended up inching your face closer towards his; with your panting breath now fanning directly across his lips. After a soft, fleeting kiss against your lips, Gaara whispered breathily into your ear, “Lift up your shirt for me, angel.”

You shuddered in response, biting your lips shyly as you hooked your index and middle finger into the hem of the shirt before pulling on it upwards, revealing your naked teats before his eyes. “Hold your breast closer to my mouth…” Gaara mumbled against your ear before leaning his face downwards, snuggling in the side of his face against the suppleness of your breasts before taking in the perk nipple into his hot, wet mouth; eliciting a jolt out of your quivering body. You couldn’t help but cuss under your breath with how erotic it was to the sight to hold your breast for him as he suckled on it greedily.

Everything was starting to feel like you were drowning in a euphoric trance; Gaara, as nervous as he was, was more than willing to compensate for his lack of experience by being an excellent, attentive lover, an enthusiastic one at that; with how he was working your body inside out as if he was desperate to deliver you the utmost euphoria. Every timbre of moan, gasp, a soft mewl or a lustful groan of his name in response to what he was doing, he takes in all of it calculatingly. His pace and pressure has been steady up to this point, his index and middle finger as it being continuously bathed lasciviously by your juices while he rubbed circles against your pulsing clit allowed him to start hearing soft, wet schlick noises, and how your cunt seemed get wetter and wetter by the time he started to toy with your nipples simultaneously aroused him beyond belief.

He wasn’t one for dirty talk, but at least not yet at the moment, but his genuine curiosity at how your body ticks and reacts was something he couldn’t help but wonder about.

“You’re so… wet…”

You couldn’t help but moan under his ministrations; half of it being your honest response with what he just said. “B-because… what you’re doing… it feels so good.” Your body jolted upwards when he used the hand that was holding you by your shoulders to sneak in a teasing, left-to-right flick of his index finger against your other nipple. “Gaara…”

Gaara built up his suckling on your hardened nipple before releasing it in a slow, erotic pop. “Yes, my love?”

“I want you to…” You moaned breathlessly before him as you started to rub your palm against the back of his hand once again. “I want you to finger me…”

Gaara’s breathing hitched in response, the hot air leaking past his panting, open mouth sending shivers down your spine as it continued to fan against your bare neck as he looked up to you. “How would you like me to do it?”

“Insert it slowly, just one finger at first.”

“Do you want me to proceed after every instruction, or would you like me to hear everything first-“

“Gaara.” You chuckled against him, pressing the tips of your index and middle finger to loosen the wrinkle on his forehead as his face started to get serious once again.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled. “I’m just… worried that I might hurt you.”

“Well… slight discomfort might be something that should be expected, since… it is our first time after all… But, I mean…” You pulled your hand away from guiding his for a brief moment, tucking in a stray of hair behind his ear before pressing a gentle kiss against his forehead. “What I just want to say is, I trust you; I trust you a lot. I know that you will always take care of me no matter what.”

Gaara pouted slightly in response, as he couldn’t help but be so calm and comforted with how you talk to him like that. He just feels so at ease and loved throughout the whole process, at how understanding you were of him. “Tell me right away if you want me to stop, okay?”

You nodded at him with a smile. “I will, don’t worry.”

And with a reassuring nod from both of you at the same time, Gaara rubbed fleeting circles against your nub before slowly slipping in his index finger into your wet slick, sliding it inch by inch, with Gaara halting right at the middle. “You can go deeper.” You chuckled. Gaara followed your instruction, earning a soft sigh from you when it finally entered you fully.

“It’s so… soft.” Gaara mumbled, his voice laced with a hint of wandering curiosity.

“Yeah…” You whispered back with a sigh. “You can explore it, just be gentle and slow on making your way around.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really… since I’m very turned on at the moment…” You whispered shyly.  

“Oh.” Gaara chuckled, his voice low and deep. A slight ‘o’ shaped your pucker as a blissful mewl escaped it when Gaara started to trace gentle, stirring motions inside your pussy, having it in intervals as he also stroked the upper walls of your cunt. Gaara took your response as a positive affirmation, making him a little more confident this time.

“S- slip in… another finger…” You mewled.

Gaara looked up to you, his face mixing in both parts of hesitance and impending lust. “Are you sure?” He whispered.

You nodded at him before another yet breathy groan left your panting mouth, as he begun to slowly insert his middle finger into you; the gradual stretch that followed becoming much more evident to feel. A whispered cuss followed through when you felt Gaara grind his clothed cock slightly against your thigh, as it started to get rock hard once again.

You ran your fingers down his chest, snaking down your palm against the plane of his stomach, tracing it downwards until you felt the waistband of his boxer shorts against your fingertips. With a sly smirk, you began rubbing your palm across his boxer shorts; feeling in the silhouette of his hardening arousal protrude through the fabric, making Gaara groan in response.

“Do this,” You gestured a sluggish ‘come hither’ movement with your fingers before returning it on top of Gaara’s boxer shorts. You moaned against him when he started to follow through, going for the gesture once, twice and thrice; retreating it out to rub teasingly against your clit before doing it again and again.

Schlick.

Schlick.

Schlick.

Even Gaara’s knuckles were soaking wet at this point, and he couldn’t help but have the curiosity in regards to how the taste of your pussy would roll on his tongue if he were to insert his fingers into his mouth. Gaara retreated his fingers, inching it closer to his face; parting his index and middle finger apart to see how far would the string of your wetness stretch out. In a lusftful daze, Gaara shoved his fingers into his mouth, suckling on it fervently; licking even the smallest trace of your arousal off of his digits.

Fuck, you taste so good.

Gaara raked his fingernails through the base of your scalp with his other hand, inhaling the scent of your locks as he continued to swallow in the sound of your sopping wet cunt being fingered and rubbed by his very own fingers. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt your palm crawl down underneath his boxers, and before he could muster a mewl of your name, you were already palming the pulsing body of his cock.

“Gaara…” You mewled desperately, making him shudder in response as he kept drowning deeper in the sweet sound of your moans. “I think I’m cumming, fuck…” You darted your eyes down, your heavy-lidded gaze taking in the erotic sight of his fingers entering and disappearing back and forth inside your cunt. The pleasure was beginning to get the best of you, and it wasn’t long until it began to overtake your sense of control over your own body; as your bliss-soaked cries began to get louder and louder to consort the increasing rock of your hips, almost riding against the curved digits that was plunging inside and out of your now tightening pussy. You took your hand from Gaara’s cock, sneaking in a desperate, circular strokes against your clit to coincide with his steadied fingering, “I’m cumming, Gaara! I’m-“  and with a loud, selfish scream of your lover’s name, you bucked your hips upwards; allowing your thighs to writhe and shake as you rode the heights of your orgasm in reckless abandon, whimpering Gaara’s name again and again until you could no longer muster anything incomprehensible. “Yes, yes… ahh…” You slapped your palm against your mouth, muffling out the continous drip of cries until it almost felt like you were choking on your unspoken euphoria as the length of your orgasm continued to render your body weak and shaking.

Fuck.

That felt so good…

“Y/N…”

Gaara was in shock.

His face might not reflect it at the moment, but he was genuinely stupefied by the intensity of it.

“Shit,” You cussed breathily as you tried your best to stablize your labored breathing. “Shit… that was amazing.” There was a hint of utter surprise in your remark as well, and it wasn’t long until you slapped your palms against your flushed cheeks as you began to laugh out of shock as well. “Fuck, did that just happen?”

Gaara sighed loudly as he slumped his back against the mattress, the realization hitting him just as hard as well like a punch on the gut. “Fuck.”

“What did you just-“ The way he cussed for the very first time made you completely erupt in laughter. You clutched your stomach as a slight hint of pain began to stir it, but when you tilted your head towards his face and you met Gaara’s gaze once again, you laughed even harder this time. You grabbed his arm by the wrist as you rested your weight on the side of your body, shifting your position and making him hug you from behind since your back was starting to feel a little sore and heavy. “I can’t believe you just said fuck.”

Gaara chuckled back as he playfully buried his face into the crook of your neck, eliciting a tickled reflex from you. He responded back by nuzzling his face deeper into the curve of it, nudging it left to right until both of you were giggling childishly together. “I loved it…” He whispered softly against the skin of your neck as he hugged you closer towards his body. The way his labored breathing started to calm down as you felt the heaving of his chest subside against your back relaxed you.

“You loved what?” You mumbled back as you entangled your fingers in between his digits, basking in the warmth and suppleness of his palm. You held his hand in front of your face, taking the sight of it with a loving smile as you closed your eyes before pressing a soft peck upon the back of it.

“The way… the way you get so into it…” Gaara retreated his hand briefly to tuck your hair behind your ear and to gently brush the remaining scattered mane away from your neck so that his face was directly pressing against your skin. He returned his hand back to your grip, entangling his fingers with yours on his own. You felt his chin rest upon the plane of your shoulders; his hot breath tickling your ear as he leaned even closer towards you. “Like you can’t get enough of it, like you want so much more… from me…”

“Gaara…” Your voice almost disappeared into thin air as a sigh tore through your sentence; the familiar warmth spreading across your cheeks as you began to feel something stiff pressing against your tailbone. An almost inaudible yelp escaped your lips as he pulled you even closer to him; his embrace getting tighter and tighter by the minute as his breathing began to function erratically once again.

Gaara’s body felt like it was being bathed in the warmth of a calm, burning flame. He felt so hot, so bothered, yet somehow the rising temperature seeps into his skin like a slow, gentle embrace. His chest and throat was beginning to feel dry and constricted, worsening his desperation to breathe. He could feel the deepening timbre of his heartbeat, and he would by lying if he said that he wasn’t terrified. This was all so new… so foreign, to him.  Gaara didn’t know exactly how to respond to it; his rational thinking process wasn’t in tact, leaving him with nothing but a jumble of words and phrases that barely scratched the surface of how he really felt at that moment.

Underneath the shallows of his confusion, he somehow recognized that there was an epiphany beneath it all; its edges jagged and blurry, all because he tries so desperately to see his emotions through a concise, logical standpoint; the one he can easily explain, the one he can support with facts. He has a hard time allowing himself to feel something he can’t comprehend because it feels like it cripples his sense of control; and that alone scares him.

But that wasn’t what he needed, that wasn’t the one who’s going to help him at all.

He was now dealing with a language that his own body speaks for itself; a language that wouldn’t drip perfectly-worded explanations from the tip of his tongue.

He just needs… to feel it as it is.

Every last bit of it.

“I want it bare against me…” You whispered under your breath. Your remark earned an almost exasperated groan from your lover; the build-up of excitement coiling his stomach in an increasing grip making him bury his face deep into your shoulder. A gasp tore through your shallow breathing as you felt the familiar warmth of his cock embedding a girthy silhouette against your lower back.

“Ahh…” He moaned into your ear; the ring of pleasure bathing the timbre of his voice sending mutual shivers on yours and his own spine. He didn’t understand why, but it seemed like allowing himself to verbalize his carnal desires outspokenly somehow increased his sense of euphoria. The way that his bare cock grinded against the supple curve of your tailbone sent him towards the edge. “Y/N…”

You shifted your body upwards and deepened the curve of your back; offering your ass as an enthusiastic opportunity for luscious friction reserved for his private gratification. You stretched your hand behind you, your fingers tiptoeing lines all over his skin before planting a firm grip above his toned ass, giving it a sluggish, relaxing squeeze before resting your grasp above his hipbone as you helped him thrust his body forward. A deeper flush graced his face, the slight shock of having his backside squeezed and the fact that he moaned in response flustering him even more.

“Gaara?” You bit your lip, as you could you feel your heat starting to desire more and more.

“Y- yes…?” Gaara halted the grinding of his hips.

“Would you like to grind it against… me?”

“B- but I already… am…” The realization that chased his scrambled thoughts afterwards had hit him like a whiplash. “Oh…”

“Y- you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, of course.” You quickly followed up as you felt him slightly tense up behind you. You placed his hand in front of your face before giving it comforting, repeated pecks.

“Y/N…” Gaara mumbled breathily against you. “I want it, too…”

“Gaara…”

“Tell me…” Gaara swallowed the lump in his throat as his mouth began to feel drier. “Tell me… where you want me to grind against… I- I need to know that I did not misunderstand anything.”

If it even was possible, the warmth in your cheeks continued to burn even more.

“Uhm… g- grind it…” The scalding heat enveloping the rest of your body was starting to make you feel dizzy. “Against my pussy…”

“Shit.” He cussed breathlessly, his barely audible voiced laced down with a mix of panic and arousal.

The way your heartbeat sank your chest deeper in every pulse paralleled his own bodily reaction; yours and his own breathing loud and labored. A subtle yelp of anticipation left your panting mouth when you felt his palm run a linear path down behind your thigh; halting upon contact against the back of your knee before parting your thighs apart; assisting you to plant your foot behind his body. You couldn’t help but blush even harder at the lewd nature of your disposition.

…And the fact that you loved it like that made it even worse.

“A- are you sure that you really want to do this?” Gaara cooed into your ear.

You hooked your thumb into the waistband of his boxer shorts to tug it down even lower.

“I am, Gaara…”

You darted your gaze down below, a bite on your lip tearing through your moan as you felt the stiff silhouette of Gaara’s cock hovered in between your sopping folds. You rested your back against Gaara’s body, tilting your face towards him to meet his gaze; with a slight nod from you, Gaara took a deep breath before thrusting his hips upwards.

Ever so slow… and almost unbearably shallow.

“Ohh…” You mewled as the wet, spongy tip of his cock brushed briefly against your still, sensitive clit.

I guess it could be said that there was almost a certain feel of fullness to it. His cautious pace allowed you to take a fleeting sip of what is yet to be unraveled and, it’s doing nothing but make you beg for more. “Grind it deeper, Gaara… Please…”

Gaara’s face was in a continuous wince of bliss; as he couldn’t help but almost salivate pantingly in response to the overwhelming affection and sensation that he was currently taking in all for himself alone. He could feel himself shudder in pleasure as you started to get dripping wet once again; making it easier for his dick to grind up and down your soaking slit. The starting point of his thrust would begin at the sensitive area just below the actual entrance of your slick before having his veined, thick-girthed cock separate the folds of your cunt ever so deliciously. The suppleness of your labia clung onto his stiffened member with a bare hint of grip as he continued to rub it lewdly against you. Gaara planted kiss upon the roundness of your shoulder before resting his forefinger and middle finger on top of opposite sides of your folds before spreading them apart, having your throbbing clit further out exposed; making it much more easier for the tip of his cock to grind against your nub.

Again and again.

“Fuck…” You shut your eyes tight before fluttering them open once again, groaning at the sight of the pink tip of his stiffness peaking through your groin.

“I- I’m a my limit, Y/N…” Gaara whispered weakly, his breathing rendered erratic for worse. “I think I’m going to cum again…”

You did notice that his thrusts were getting sloppier and shaky, but you wanted to keep the momentum and steadiness in tact so that your lover gets the best out of his impending orgasm. “L- Lay down… on your back…”

With a flushed face and a gasping mouth, Gaara nudged his face affectionately against your cheek before pulling the pillows closer to him. He laid on his back, a sense of nervousness and anticipation peeking through his heavy lidded gaze. You tugged on the fabric of his boxer shorts before peeling them all the way down. You planted your knees down against the mattress, straddling either side of his hips. The hem of his shirt hung way too low on your body, so you decided to pull the fabric over your head and set it aside. Gaara couldn’t help but sigh exasperatedly at such erotic sight of his fully naked beloved sitting on top of him. You leaned your body forward, placing your palm on top of the other as you rested it above his upper abdomen; the position of your arms rendering your tits squeezed together. “Y- you’re about to cum soon, right?”

“Y- yes, my love…” Gaara groaned as he began to feel your sopping flesh grind against him once again. The abundance of your juices rendered his groin and scarlet pubic hair to be glistening wet. You rocked your hips a little farther behind, allowing your cunt to not only stroke his pulsing cock, but his balls as well. A loud, uncontrolled moan tore through Gaara’s quiet cries when you began to thrust forward, the soft impact sending an electrifying jolt on his trembling body.

“K- keep going…” Gaara covered half of his face with his forearm, the intensity of watching you in such a compromising act becoming a little too overwhelming for him.

There was just something so… dirty and erotic about the whole thing. The fact that the act was nestling perfectly in between two, utterly separate things just felt so carnal. Both of you weren’t technically having sex, but at the same time, there was this bare feeling of your cunt being lusciously filled by the thick girth of his cock, and there was a teasing taste of what’s it’s like for his dick to be choked by the suppleness and wetness of your pussy. It was the state of not doing it but already feeling a rather addicting hint of it that drove both of you to the very edge.

“I’m cumming…” Gaara whimpered pantingly as he shrugged his shoulder tight, and with a firm, forward thrust of your body, Gaara shot his thick load all over his abdomen; some of it even reaching his chest. You retreated back your body to see how his dick trembled uncontrollably against his lower abdomen as it continued to spurt his thick cum before thrusting your pussy forward once again; earning a loud cry from Gaara’s panting mouth. His chest heaved up and down heavily, little breathy sighs of bliss escaping him as he let his orgasm run its course. “Ah… ahh… Y/N…” He mumbled in between his gasps.

Gaara flinched when he felt your index finger trace a line on top of his stomach. You brushed his forearm away from his hand so that he gets to see you tasting his cum of off your finger; the very sight of it covering his skin with goosebumps. Even with such an erotic face; you cracked a gentle, reassuring smile towards him before reaching out for his shirt, using the fabric to wipe the remaining cum off of his abdomen. Gaara’s eyes softened, the beat of his heart ringing with an affectionate and warm pulse as he watched you take care of him ever so gently. “That was great, Gaara…”

He didn’t understand why, his thought process at the moment was in deep shambles. Gaara thought that was all to it, but his chest was still getting warmer, and his stomach was still getting tighter. He was already begging himself to stop because it was becoming almost unbearable to feel, but his emotions still paced through and through. He was beginning to feel lightheaded due to his debilitating ability to breathe; worsening his impending meltdown, and with a soft caress of your hand on his cheek, and that ever so endearing, comforting smile; he might have shut his eyes tight as early as he was able to, but his tears were already streaming down his face.

A shocking jolt of panic sent your body to sit down beside him, your chest feeling like it was in a tight, choking grasp. “Hey, hey…” You whispered softly as you helped him sit down, relaxing his back against the headboard. You wrapped an arm behind his shoulders, cooing out affirming words as sobbed quietly into the back of his hand. You pulled him into a hug by the back of his neck, your other hand combing fingers through his hair as you pressed a kiss against his forehead. You felt his arm snake around your body from behind. “It’s okay, Gaara… I’m he-“

Your sentence was cut off when Gaara placed a soft grip on top of your jaw, gestured your face towards him, and pressed his lips against yours. Gaara’s kiss lingered with so much affection and longing that you couldn’t help succumb every bit of yourself to it. He propped his knee beside your opposite hip before shifting his position and situating his body on top of your lap without breaking the kiss even for a second. He was groaning audibly into your mouth as you were rendered almost drunk of how intoxicating the taste of his mouth was. You were already cornered by your lover as you felt the headboard press firm against your back, but Gaara was still shoving himself towards you, feral and starving as he lapped on your tongue selfishly.

“G- Gaara…” You whimpered breathlessly in between as he continued to tower over you, the sound of your wet mouth being explored by your lover’s tongue eagerly sending shivers down your spine. His kisses grew desperate by the minute as he chased the diminishing air in his lungs, and with a low growl, Gaara released you from his grasp; dropping his head down right away to his lap in order to avoid your gaze. The sound of his pants dominating over yours as his shoulder heaved up and down with his constricted chest. His knuckles turned white above his lap, a visible frustration being out in display as you stared at how he clenched his fists tightly into a ball. You reached out for it, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. His eyes softened at the sight; your caring gesture making him hold your hand in front of his face before pressing a kiss against the back of it, and before you know it, he has already leaned his body forward; lips brushing against yours in a much more gentle peck.

“I’m scared…” Gaara mumbled under his breath as he buried the side of his head into your neck, his face angled towards the side so he could speak clearly.

“Of what?” You replied worriedly.

“Of this.”

His answer felt like it jabbed a sharp sensation into your chest, but you swallowed your reaction to allow him to speak his mind. You stayed quiet, the silence you offered paving way for his faint, nervous sighs to be much more audible.

“I’m terrified of this, Y/N.” Gaara said weakly as he reached out for your hand and rested it above his heaving chest. Gaara landed his gaze down upon your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb as he allowed your palm to press contact against his skin. It was faint to the touch, but the familiarity of it made it easier for you to understand what he was trying to say. His heartbeat was slow, yet deep; the weight of its pulse making it harder to bear than a quick-paced one. It was a type that laced a hint of pain with how much love and affection it rung with.

You remained silent, but you brushed your lips on top of his sweat-dampened hair in hopes of relaxing him even just a little bit. He couldn’t help but shut his eyes tight as his chest hammered harder againt your palm; the smallest of your gestures enveloping him in so much tenderness that he had never had the luxury of receiving for so long.

“I had never felt something like this…” Gaara smiled to himself as he began to think of all the memories that you two had since the very beginning. “It’s so… warm… it feels like a lot of things all at once…” He chuckled as his words began to run out again. It was frustrating to not be able to express one’s self eloquently, but he was so flustered at the moment that he was beginning to derive the slightest humor in it. “I have never felt such joy, but at the same time, I have never felt such dread…”

You stroked his hair with your fingertips, not even a word leaving your mouth to allow him to speak comfortably.

“It feels like it’s reaching out to me, like it’s telling me that it was fine… it was a safe space that I can be vulnerable around with once again.” He breathed in before speaking once again.” That I can be happy without having to put up… so many walls…” His voice almost seemed like it was about to disappear into thin air. “But at the same time, I do know that once it disappears, I will never be the same again; and that terrifies me.”

“Gaara…”

“But… do remember that you don’t have to return my feelings for the rest of your life, you don’t have to promise me anything.” He mumbled with a weak smile. “I am already more than grateful for what you have graced my life with.”

Your chest got heavier and heavier by the second as you continued to listen to your lover.

“When the time comes… where being with me harbors nothing but pain and loneliness, you are free to be on your own.” He whispered faintly against you, his words becoming harder to discern in between his choked sniffle and heavy breathing. “I will not take that away from you, my love.”

“Gaara…” Your voice croaked as your tears began to swell up on the corner of your eyes. You knew it yourself that if he says another word, your crippled control over your emotions would fail completely.

“Either way, no matter where you choose to go,” Gaara pulled back his face from your shoulder, returning his gentle caress on the side of your cheek before pressing a kiss against your forehead. “For me, it will always be you.”

Your eyes fluttered open briefly before shutting them tight once again as your tears began to stream down your cheeks. In one swift motion, you pulled Gaara downwards and dove your face forward for a kiss. He entangled his fingers deep into your locks, his grip laced with a gentle firmness as you reciprocated it by wrapping your arms behind his nape to pull him closer to you. “I’m scared, too…” You whispered weakly in between his kisses. “But I can’t help it, Gaara. I just can’t.” You sniffled in between as you continued to tug his body downwards until you were once again in the same position as you were earlier; back pressed hard against the headboard, mouth wide open, breathless. “I love you, Gaara.”

Gaara growled lowly into your mouth as your words continued to set his body in flames. Hearing it again jabbed a crippling shot against his sense of control. “I love you…” You continued to moan pantingly beneath him.

“Please…” Gaara pleaded softly as he grew weaker and weaker by the minute, his voice cracking upon his pleas.

“I love you, Gaara… I really do…” Your voice broke as you stroked his cheeks softly.  

Underneath the entrancing, lingering stare he has you under, there was a deep-seated conflict that resides within himself. It was a beautiful imagery that he found himself embedding deep into his mind; the way your lips curved and parted as those three words left your mouth. He kept hearing it,; the exact, gentle timbre of your voice, despite the fact that you were now silently breathing under him as you stared back at him adoringly. It feels like he was nakedly vulnerable against it, it feels like a trance that’ll make him succumb every bit of himself just to hear it once again.

Gaara dove his face forward, his kisses emanating nothing but pure need, a raw desperation to remind himself that this was indeed happening, that this was his reality now; that after all the years he has suffered alone, he was now finally given the very chance to fall in love and to be loved back ever so genuinely. “You’re really here, right?” Gaara mumbled desperately in between his fervent kisses as he snaked his hand behind the back of your head, entangling his fingers through your locks gently as he angled your face better for a much more deeper kiss. He closed his eyes before leaning for another kiss, nibbling and sucking on your lip; swallowing your taste hungrily as if he wanted to own you all for himself. “When I wake up tomorrow, you’ll still be here with me, right?”

The further you swam in the very depths of his affections, the more you it terrified you; as his deepest conflicts and resolutions mirrored exactly how you felt about him; and to be so mutually entwined with one another almost felt too good to be true.

But, it was.

It was the truth.

“I’m never going to leave you,” You whispered back as you stroked the side of his face with your fingers, tucking in strays of his beautiful, red locks as you returned the urgency of his kisses ever so passionately. “When you wake up tomorrow, I’ll be the first one you’ll see. When you sleep tomorrow night, I’ll be the last one you’ll see. I promise, Gaara. I promise you that. You’re not going to be alone anymore, I’ll always be with you no matter what.”

His tears flew free now, basking in every ounce of emotions that he has repressed for so long. He was right, he thought to himself. Love really did feel like a lot of things happening all at once. He had never felt so free, adored, terrified, yet ironically calm at the same time. It was a complex emotion that so fucking consuming, and he no longer bring himself to stop. He had never felt so willing to surrender himself without any ounce of doubt.

A genuine smile graced his tear-stained face, a grin so truthful that he couldn’t help but bask it in with his eyes closed as he continued to press pecking kisses upon your wet face. “Take me as you please. I am yours, forever.” He held your knuckles in front of his face, fluttering his eyes closed as he dropped kisses on it endearingly.

“Take me as you please, too…” You mumbled with a soft smile before wrapping your forearms behind his neck once again, tugging his body down as you laid your back once again on top of the mattress. You raked your fingers through the base of his scalp as you continued to swallow his wet groans into your open mouth, moaning just as blissfully as his kisses continued set your body in fire. You pulled back from the fervent kiss, darting the tip of your tongue out to lick a path up his throat; making Gaara shudder breathlessly as he felt your pucker nibble and suckle the edge of his jaw before biting in softly the spot below his neck.

Gaara snaked his hand behind your nape, interlocking his fingers with your locks and planting a firm fist of it as he pulled it backwards, allowing him lap on the skin of neck your selfishly. A sudden moan from his wet mouth vibrated against your skin when you sank his hips lower and you bucked your body upwards to have a sly grind of your soaking slit against his now hardening cock. “Gaara…” You mewled breathlessly under him as he began to thrust his hips in return, the familiar feeling of having his member rub against you once again eliciting strings of curses from your lips. You halted for a moment, striking an unwavering gaze towards his own heavy-lidded eyes as both of you exchanged hot exhales of breath. “I’m… ready…”

The paralysing beat of his heart began to pound once again. “Y/N…”

“I’m ready, Gaara…” You smiled softly as you stroked his cheek. “I’m yours, forever…”

Gaara was not speaking, he was just breathing heavily above you; scarlet locks framing his beautiful face messily. His eyes spoke a thousand of words that will probably never leave his mouth, yet somehow, hearing it wasn’t something you needed at all just to understood what he wanted to say. His glassy, seafoam eyes continued to tear through you ever so seductively yet endearingly. It’s cripplingly intimidating yet ironically comforting at the same time. It was a pile of irony that you’ll probably never be able to explain in this lifetime. It wasn’t simply black and white…

He really was just simply a million of beautifully-threaded complexities.

“Make love with me…” You whispered lovingly underneath him.

Your words sent his brain into a haywire; the shock setting in making his chest heave nervously. Gaara swallowed a gulp before taking in a sharp breath. “Did I hear you right, my love?” He mumbled with an almost chuckling voice as manifested by a flustering panic.

You nodded before giggling back at his cuteness.

Gaara held your face by your jaw, his thumb gently rubbing against your wet lower lip. “Let me hear it again, my love… just so I am sure…”

You bit his thumb playfully; the surprised, wince of pain in his facial expression that made his one eye close making your heart beat faster. Gaara pulled back his thumb from your lips before plunging it into his mouth, sucking off the small trails of your saliva clinging onto it. “I’m listening.”

Your gaze drifted to the side before meeting his steady stare once again. “M… make love with me, Gaara…” The sudden realization hit you, making you whisper a soft “shit” under your breath, rendering your lover’s forehead furrow in confusion. “I… uh… That’s not really my decision alone. I mean, only if you’re ready. W- we don’t have to-“

Gaara pressed a firmer kiss this time, nibbling your lower lip into his mouth before parting your pucker apart with his curious tongue.

“You… really have the best way… of cutting me off when I speak…” You whispered in between his kisses, the way both his hands held either sides of your jaw in place with a gentle hint of possessiveness reigniting the warmth in your stomach.  Your amused, chuckling giggle against his kiss embedded a soft grin on his mouth as well. Gaara pulled back from the kiss with a gentle smile gracing his flushed face. He did not cry for long, but his nose was already flushed red; eyes a little swollen and pink. An embarrassed chuckle from your lover tore through the brief silence of just staring at each other.

“I am ready…” He whispered to you. “But are you… really ready, tonight?” His arms was starting to get sore from carrying the weight of his body so he nestled his body softly above you. Gaara traced a line upon your cheek with the tip of his nose, before speaking once again. “Are you on protection? I might get you…” His breathing becoming gradually erratic, his voice ringing even deeper this time “…pregnant.”

“Shit…” You whispered breathlessly, the warmth in your cheeks getting more botheringly scalding. Your cuss elicited a deep, amused chuckle from your lover. Knowing that a part of why he said it like that was to tease you a little, and you knew better than to not clap back. “There’s no need to worry. You can cum inside me all you want.” You mumbled seductively, easily eliciting a flustered groan from your lover.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“W- would it be okay if… y- you were on top?” He asked, his voice a little shaky and worried. “I just… I just thought that such position would allow you to have a better control on how you want it to go… I want to give you that choice; I don’t want to hurt you, my love.”

Your chest fluttered at his caring words. “Stop making me fall in love with you more, Gaara. I wouldn’t be able to get out of it if you keep doing that.”

“Well… that is the point.” He chuckled before laying his back against the headboard and gripping you softly by your waist as you sat down above his lap. Gaara asked you to bent over slightly towards him, the curve of your spine pushing your ass up in the air as you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and buried your face into his neck. “I’ll make sure you’ll never get out of it.” Gaara whispered to your ear before plunging his index and middle finger into his mouth, coating it abundantly with his saliva before reaching out for the increasing heat resting between your legs. Acting upon what you have taught him, Gaara teased the either sides of your labia first; his touch barely even hovering with how light it was. In every passing second, the pads of his fingers began to gradually sink a little deeper against your skin; a look of subtle wonder gracing his face as he felt the muscle tense up bit by bit as he continued to stroke it. You spat on your palm before snaking it towards his groin, and before Gaara could moan back, you were already working his cock with your sloppy fist.

Gaara began to rub the length of his digits from left to right upon the sensitive center of the slit, the sly gesture resulting to a wet, slapping sound that made his cock twitch harder in between your sensually-pumping fist. Gaara traced a vertical path towards your throbbing clit before teasingly flicking the tip of his middle finger upon it. It wasn’t long until he began knead circular strokes against your nub, the intensity of its pressure crawling gradually as he swallowed your mewls of bliss directly into his ear.

“Finger me…” You panted as you redirected your face towards him. “Please…”

Gaara’s breathing hitched after hearing you beg. With a soft nudge of Gaara’s face bumping against yours, he carefully inserted his index finger into your pussy, a jolt of euphoria shaking your composure when the side of the knuckle of his middle finger brushed against your clit as he allowed your walls to get used to the feeling of his lone digit nestling inside. It wasn’t long until Gaara plunged his middle finger inside as well, eliciting a soft sigh from you as you continued to play with his stiffening cock in return.

Although his fingering was still very, very cautious, he was starting to get the hang of it, and is now slowly getting the confidence in himself that he could make you feel good under his touch. He maneuvered his digits gently in a stirring motion, and the way your walls wrapped around his fingers wetly and tightly was a sensation he was starting to get addicted to. Gaara’s cock was now significantly erected at this point, its pink tip beginning to erupt with a clear, slippery pre-cum that made his cock glisten wet under the soft light in the room. When he began to the flick his index and middle finger to stroke your sensitive spot, you began to lose your focus on toying with his dick.

Surprisingly, Gaara wasn’t just shoving his fingers back and forth. It was as if his cautious, patient nature rendered him to not be impulsive on his foreplay. He was taking his sweet… sweet time, his hand on your jaw caressing your face as he whispered how pretty you were; the tender, endearing words leaving his lips coinciding erotically with how slow and sensual he was; the thrust of his fingers hinting enough firmness, curling it up as he applied the perfect pressure against to elicit your impending cum bit by bit from your cunt. Not being able to bear it anymore, you crawled your lips towards his ear and gave him your permission.

“Gaara… I’m ready…”

With his chest tightening even harder with your voice dripping off like a sweet honey from an overpouring pot, Gaara pressed a soft kiss against your cheek. “Thank you… for trusting me…” He whispered with sa smile. Gaara assisted you once again in a sitting position, his erected cock pressing against your lower abdomen this time. “I- I promise… I wouldn’t do anything that will hurt you. Tell me everything, okay?”

You nodded before him with a reassuring smile. You lifted your body off of his lap before gripping the base of his cock, holding it in place as you grinded your clit against the tip of it before redirecting its angle and slowly taking it in inside of you.

You sighed breathlessly as you dropped your gaze down his cock, with the pink, wet tip of it slowly disappearing into your tight, wet cunt. Gaara carefully held you on place with his faint grip on your waist, the contortion of pain upon your beautiful face rendering him worried; but he trusted you as much you do with him. You bit your lip as you began to sink your body deeper into his length, the thick girth of his cock beginning to topple immensely in comparison to what his fingers had to offer. “S- so… big… Gaara…” You mumbled erotically, your remark reddening Gaara’s face for worse as he felt his cock twitch harder with how you complimented him like that.

There was an immense pressure that pooled upon your lower abdomen; a hint of pain in it, a burning discomfort as you may say. You shoved two fingers into your mouth before snaking it down towards your clit, rubbing it slowly and simultaneously as you continued to swallow in his cock into your pussy in order to ease yourself off of the discomfort. Gaara’s gaze dropped to the side, still wasn’t used to seeing you it right before his eyes for you to play with yourself like that while you’re literally shoving his dick right into your cunt. When you finally took in the rest of his length, your upper body collapsed above him alongside a relieved sigh ripping from your chest.

“Take your time, my love…” Gaara cooed sweetly as he brushed your hair away from your face before dropping a kiss against your forehead. “Y- you’re doing great, okay?”

His last sentence made your giggle against his neck.

“I’m sorry…”

“Aww, I didn’t mean it like that...” You propped your forearms against on both opposite planes of his shoulder before bumping your forehead against his. “In fact, I actually felt incredibly motivated.”

Gaara had a small pout on his lips. “You are being… sarcastic…”

“I’m not!” You pouted back before nudging your face against him playfully. “And I’d like to say that you’re doing great, too…” You giggled before pressing a kiss against his nose. “So, uh… what do you think, about this?”

He hummed in thought and cleared his throat, the flush in his cheeks getting tad bit deeper. “It’s so hot… inside you…” Gaara mumbled, his voice hinting with curiosity. “Soft, and tight…” The fact that he was literally describing how his lover’s cunt felt around his dick was enough to sent him to the edge.

“D- does it feel good?”

Gaara nodded bashfully, a gasp tearing through his supposed shut mouth when you grinded your hips teasingly against him.

“You feel good, too…” You replied. The burning sensation was starting to dissipate bit by bit, a tiny presence of it lingering still but the feeling of fullness was starting to arouse you more. “I’m going to start… moving a bit…” You mused, and with a nod from Gaara, he helped you buck your body upwards, allowing your slick to grind against the girth of his cock to increase your arousal even harder. “S- steady your cock in place, Gaara…” The way your words rolled off from the tip of your tongue made Gaara groan in response. He gripped the base of it immediately, gaze straight upon as he watched your pussy sank down to swallow in his dick; the familiar warmth and wetness making his face wince in bliss; making him cuss even louder when he darted his stare upon your face, a trace of euphoria gracing it as you felt the gradual pleasure nestling in between the pressure of his cock reentering your cunt.

“Ahh…” You moaned shakily, a satisfied sigh exiting your panting mouth before both of you groaned almost in unison when you stirred your hips in a circular motion, allowing the whole length of it to grind against the unexplored, sensitive spots all over in one move. Gaara couldn’t help the soft hiss that left him as the tightness of your pussy choked his cock even more. You planted a firm grip on his shoulder before raising your body once again and allowing yourself to get used to the newly-discovered euphoria of having your pussy by stretched deliciously bit by bit by the scalding, thick girth of his veined cock. “Gaara… fuck…”

Although drowning in bliss at the same time, his concern for you didn’t even blur for a second. “D- does it still hurt?” His voice gentle and sweet.

“A- a little bit sore, yeah…” You murmured back. “But it’s… it’s beginning to feel better, I think…”

“Can I do anything… that might help ease the pain?” Gaara wanted to touch you; he wanted to play with your breasts or stroke your clit in between, theorizing that the pleasure of such acts might distract you from the pain. But initiation wasn’t something that has sat comfortably inside his resolve just yet, and the last thing he wanted was to do something that’ll make it harder for you to adjust. “Tell me anything, I- I’ll do it, my love.”

“Kiss me…” You mumbled breathlessly. “Play with my body… everything you did earlier to make me feel good, y- you can do it.” Towering over him, you began to initiate a kiss, your tongue eagerly exploring the rest of his panting cavern. You felt his grip leave your waist, the suppleness of his palm spreading warmth down your hips before wandering gesture began to squeeze your ass. The way his pressured knead sank into your muscle almost sedated you to utter relaxation. “I love that…” You mewled against his mouth before leaving a teasing bite on his lower lip. “I’m going to start moving now.” You mumbled before beginning to rock your hips back and forth.

“Damn it.” Gaara cursed under his breath as the sight of your naked, glistening body on top of him, and the way his cock disappeared into the wetness of your pussy flashed before his very own eyes. A sight so erotic, a sensation so pleasurable, that he was beginning to blur his sense of control as he began to grab your ass a little harder.

You were beginning to get the hang of it, as the thought alone in itself of making love with Gaara started to bathe your body in bliss. Apart from the literal pleasure that your body is going through at the moment, to hear him moan your moan, to see his flushed face; forehead furrowed, eyes shut tight and a firm bite on his lip was another form of indirect stimulation that made your body writhe in bliss. With your back starting to feel sore from leaning over, you arched your spine, hands placing a grip on his knees before planting both of your knees inches before the opposite sides of his hips, spreading yourself wide open for his eyes to feast on.

“Shit…” Gaara whispered with a shaky voice.

“It feels so good…” You kept mewling, your throat beginning to feel drier by the minute.

“Ahh… ahh, Y/N…” Gaara moaned louder as you began to rock your hips in a steadying pace that had his arousal being milked tight on a carnal static. The sight of your tits bouncing up and down was a very sensual visual that he kept swallowing all for himself, and an even louder cuss left his panting mouth when you caught a peek of your swollen clit protruding through your folds. Taking back a hand from your ass, Gaara shoved his thumb into his mouth, suckling and covering it abundantly with spit before pressing his palm against your groin, stretching his hand out so his thumb is able to reach your throbbing nub. A loud moan screa m of his name escaped you, sending him in a jolt-awakening panic.

“N- no no no, please… keep going.” You moaned above him, your nails sinking into his thighs as the sensation of your impending orgasm began to crawl. “Please, please. Keep going, Gaara.” You cried out.

With a firm gulp, Gaara resumed his gesture. He shifted his initial approach, with his hand now laying a grasp on your inner thigh as his thumb sneaked in lewd, kneading circles against your pulsing nub. The sensation of your clitoris being toyed with adding to his cock stroking the circumference of your entire sensitive cunt, the familiar knot in your lower abdomen began to thrive; the burning eagerness to chase it embedding itself so fucking deep into your skin. You repositioned your body, your hands now gripping the plane of his shoulders as every firm bounce of your body sinking him deeper and deeper into the mattress. The weight of your body clashing down on him was another yet sensation he was starting to get addicted to. The words that wanted to leave his mouth at the moment was something he’s barely holding on to suppress.

The urgency was getting the best of you, but the rougher you chased it, the easier it made for Gaara’s to feel his orgasm dawning upon him. It was too much, just too much. Every inch of his body was starting to feel immensely sensitive and you yourself began to notice that his cock was starting to swell so much harder inside your cunt. Gaara was trying his best, but overwhelming sensation was starting to cripple all kinds of autonomy that he had on his body. The rub on your clit was starting to get unsteady, and it was as if Gaara was almost starting to pull his body away from you with the mind-numbing stimulation that had him throwing his head back against the pillow as he unconsciously bucked his hips upwards. “Y/N…”

It felt like a never-ending stack of pleasure that continued to pile over one another until he couldn’t breathe. He was almost ready to beg his own cock to just cum already because it was starting to feel so much to take. The foreign euphoria that was penetrating every bit of pore on his skin for the first time almost broke him.

“Y/N!” He growled underneath you.

Your focus on your orgasm wavered as soon as you heard what was leaving his mouth.

His moans were so fucking hot.

His voice rang with utter haste, almost breaking in desperation as he tried to apologize profusely that he was going to cum earlier than you. You kept your pace steady and firm, more than eager to provide him yourself the very first coital orgasm of his life. “Please, please kiss me, my love.” He begged with an open mouth, a dribble of saliva beginning to stain the corner of his lip. Before you could even muster a reply, he had already pulled you down with his arms wrapped behind your neck, sloppily letting his tongue lick everything he could as his thought process began to crumble for worse. When you noticed him starting to lose his breath, you pulled back from his lips and pressed your forehead against him, allowing the hot, shallow inhale and exhales of air fan across your equally gasping mouth. His chest, throat and face were flushed bright red as he continued to writhe beneath you.

“I- I’m cumming, Y/N…” Gaara rubbed his face needily against yours.

“I love you, Gaara.” You whispered back.

And that was it.

The last straw of fervent intimacy that drove him straight towards the edge.

“I’m yours,” He mumbled desperately in a hush as his face contorted with the deepest form of euphoria that had him furrowing his forehead and shutting his eyes tighter than ever. He fluttered them open once again, his glassy, seafoam eyes tearing through you in a passionate daze. “please… please t- tell me that I belong to you, Y/N...” He pleaded, his voice cracking in desperation as he felt another wave of tears swelling on both corners of his eyes once again.

“You’re mine, Gaara.” You moaned back breathlessly. “Y- you belong with me, you belong with me forever…”

He cried out again and again and with the last downward thrust of your hips colliding with his, his body shook beneath you, his toes curling in bliss before dragging his feet towards his body, the rise of his thighs elevating you slightly. Under his orgasmic instinct, Gaara shoved his hips upwards, burying his cock deeper into you as strings of hot cum exploded deep inside your cunt. Your eyes widened at the sensation; his cock was at its most rigid state and it was twitching so fucking hard you can feel it pulse against your walls. The pure sensuality of having your lover bury his cum deep inside you was a whole new level of intimacy and affection. Knowing that your orgasm was just a nudge away from coming; you slipped off of his dick, the thick cum leaving down your pussy adding another form of lubrication as you began to grind your slit desperately against his girth; and with a firm, fifth thrust, a powerful orgasm began to wash over you. You gripped the base of his cock and reinserted his still cumming dick into your cunt, the hard, clamping motion of your walls choking his length eliciting some of the remaining cum from his arousal. Your body writhed above him desperately, not even a moan leaving your mouth as the utter, raw bliss was so intense that you couldn’t even muster a slightest sound. You collapse onto him, both of you panting heavily as the immense, euphoric shock continued to linger inside the two of you.

Both of you whispered each other’s name endearingly in content.

There was a comfortable silence that tied you both beautifully, a moment where everything just felt so raw and perfect that no words were ever needed to leave each other’s lips. A faint sniffle woke you out of your stupor, and before you could even redirect your face towards him, Gaara hugged you tight to his chest.

“I don’t know why… I keep tearing up like this…” He chuckled as he nestled his face into your locks, his voice cracking up a little.

You hugged him even tighter, and when he heard a barely audible sob from you; evidenced by the feeling of dampness staining his chest wet, his chest throbbed harder and another yet quiet cry he desperately tried to restrain had left him once again.

You shifted in your position, situating your self next to him as you laid your weight on the side of your body. Gaara proceeded to mirror your angle, as you two are now facing each other directly with both, gentle smiles upon your tear-stained faces. He held your hand against his chest; allowing you to feel the very beat of his heart; calm, deep, and genuinely affectionate. What he proceeded to do after a soft, weak smile shakened your entire resolve.

“I love you…” He mouthed silently before curling his lips in another yet genuine smile.

Audible words had never left his mouth, but if there’s one thing you almost heard, it was the beat of his heart that throbbed even harder after those three words as he held your hand tighter against his chest.

“I feel so scared that I can’t say it,” He slowly mouthed once again before chuckling weakly. “But I love you, Y/N…”

“I love you, too…” You mouthed back with a soft giggle as you used your other hand to stroke his tear-stained cheeks; your eyes barely fluttering open as you allowed yourself to bask in every ounce of emotions you were going through at the moment, and suddenly…

It was harder to breathe.

You were beyond stunned, the overpouring emotions you did not expect for had suddenly washed all over you, body and soul, and it has robbed you off of even the tiniest bit of chance to speak.

There was nothing, really.

Nothing but heavy breathing, a shared grace of a gentle, fulfilled smile between the two of you, an affectionate nudge of your equally-flushed cheek against his as you allowed yourself to have the warm of his face plant soft kisses upon your skin.

It was as if everything had stopped, and there was nothing in this world at this very moment that mattered but you, and him.

Gaara’s hands roamed, fingertips laced with prudence yet ardent need to know you, to feel you, to be one, with you.

The connection binding the two of you began to feel ethereally transcedental…

…And Gaara felt it, too.

“Do you feel it, too?” Gaara whispered weakly, his eyes gentle and loving as he reached for your wrist and held your hand in front of his face. He shut his eyes closed before placing an endearing kiss upon the back of it; his pucker brushing soft pecks upon every tip of your five fingers before carefully dragging his kisses down your palm. Gaara’s eyes fluttered open to take in the beautiful sight of your face as you watched him caress your wrist with his soft, wet lips.

Gaara had the utmost respect towards you. He viewed with the highest reverence, and he had always seen you as strong, independent person.

But tonight…

Tonight was different.

He never knew he could feel so much for someone until he met you, but at this moment, everything he had ever known was almost incomparable to what he feels at this very moment. You were a gift to him. To feel your warm, supple skin, to hear you breath, to listen to your voice… was a gift. He was looking directly through the uttermost tenderness inside of you, a sense of delicateness residing within your very soul that has ignited the fire inside of him to to love and protect at all costs.

“I feel it too, Gaara…” You whispered endearingly before planting a soft kiss against his lips and pressing your forehead against his. “If you’ll have me, I would give my life to protect you, too.”

Your words made his chest tighten, and before you knew it, he was already holding your body against him; an arm snaking in between the side of your head and the mattress as he pulled you closer towards him. Gaara caressed the supple, roundness of your shoulder, tiptoeing the tips of his digits down the blades of it before petting you by your hair and kissing your forehead gently. “I will always keep you safe, no matter what.” He whispered.

Noticing the slight shudder on your skin, Gaara reached out for the blanket laying messily in between your bodies. With a gradually increasing loudness of cute, annoyed grunts as he tried to yank it out freely under his body, he was finally able to cover the halves of both of your nakedness under it. You couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement, but also blush at how endearing his gesture was.

“I feel so sticky right now.” You giggled. Gaara had that “me, too” look on his face despite the lack of verbal reply. “We went to bed at like… 10 PM.” You stared at your fingers as you tried to count. “It was probably around 2 AM when you woke up… It’s probably quarter to four now.”

“I think so too, yes…” Gaara chuckled back weakly. There was an obvious heaviness in his lids, but he still wanted to talk about what just happened. He wasn’t one to ask such daring questions, but it was as if some parts of him had improved for the better; it felt like he was more than willing now to initiate communication with you. “So… uhm, Y/N…” He trailed off. “How did it… feel?” Gaara asked, his voice a little nervous.

You hummed in thought. “Hmm… how do I put it in words…” You thought out loud as you traced lines and circles upon his naked chest.

Truth be told, it was probably something you could never, ever explain justifyingly with words alone.

As you continued your inward search for the perfect word, Gaara began to speak.

“I feel so connected… with you.” He whispered lovingly, his eyes gentle and endearing. “Body and soul…”

With a soft kiss and on his lips and an easing caress on his face, you pulled him closer to you as he began to nestle his face against the warm solace of your skin.

“And I feel so connected with you, too…” You repeated softly before caressing the back of his head as he began to fall asleep. “Body and soul…”

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Your head throbbed painfully when you fluttered your eyes open and the not so gentle rays of the sun began to peek through the slight gaps in between the curtains. You quickly glued your eyes shut; and with the increasing awareness of your surroundings as your system began to wake itself up, you were almost shocked at the fact that there was still a familiar warmth and weight pressing upon your naked body at this time of the morning.

You were now lying on your back, and when you tilted your head towards your lover, you couldn’t help but giggle softly at such beautiful, rare sight.

The side of his face nestled upon the upper part of your breast, a heavy hand and leg pinning you down against the mattress, almost leaving you with no chance of escape. He had never looked so etheareally peaceful to you until now, eyes not so loosely shut and lips in a soft, curled pout. On top of that, this might just be the very first moment that you learned that Gaara actually snores… A really soft, baby snore, though. You couldn’t help but giggle when you noticed how there’s new, darker ray of eyebags pooling below his eyes… which is probably mirrored by yours, too.

Guess that’s what you get, making love so deep into the night where the moon itself is already close to losing its shine.

A soft, inward groan never left his lips but it was audible enough to hear, carving a deep smile upon your lips once more.

Finally, a very… deep, undisturbed sleep that he utmostly deserved.

You stayed still, even though your body was beginning to feel sore, apart from the expected one resting in between your legs; just in hopes of maintaining the relaxation he was currently pampering himself with.

Gaara really needed that more than anyone.

When he began to shift his body, and turned his back on you in a still, deep stupor, you began to carefully sit up and grab your discarded shirt off of the floor to walk to the bathroom.

After refilling the glass with water to bring on your way back towards the bedroom to give to Gaara once he wakes up, you took a short re-route towards the living room and sat upon the couch; dialing Temari’s number on the telephone before pressing the cold metal disk of its diaphraghm against your ear.

“Oh, finally!” You heard the familiar voice on the other side of the line.

“Good morning, Tem!” You greeted happily.

“Good mor- Oh?“ Temari’s eyebrows furrowed in surprise. “Y/N?”

“Yep.” You chuckled.

Temari chuckled back meaningfully at the surprising revelation, the familiar, teasing tone becoming something that was easy for you to discern.

“Come on, is it really that much of a shocker?”

“It is.” She replied amusingly. “The earliest you usually get up from bed is 10 am. You have beaten your record,” she shot a look towards the wall clock on her living room. “it’s 9:50 AM now.”

“How do you even know that?” You tried your best to stifle your usual, kinda’ loud voice when talking with her.

“Just a hunch.” Temari grinned. “Gaara had been asking me lately if there was a way he could maintain the warmth of the pancakes and coffee he makes for you at 6 AM. He says he doesn’t want you to have it cold because it might upset your stomach, but at the same time, he can’t bring himself to wake you up or to leave it up to you to cook your own breakfast.”

You couldn’t help but blush when you realized another yet undiscovered ways of how Gaara tries to show how much he loves you.

“By the way,” She cleared her throat as she shrugged her shoulder towards her, pinning the telephone against her ear as she tried to pull half of her locks into a side ponytail. “I have been ringing you guys for the last two hours. I was actually about to go on my way there to check up on the two of you because Gaara usually leaves for work at 6:30. It’s weird that he’s late.”

“Oh… uhm,” You couldn’t help but smile giddily like a teenager to yourself. “I’m sorry for not being able to answer right away. I called, too, because I was about to ask you if Gaara could take half the day off.”

“Why? Is he okay? Does he feel sick?”

“No… he’s just, sleeping really, really good right now.” You slumped your back against the sofa. “Like, the kind of good that’ll make you feel guilty if you wake him up from it. Out of all people, you do know the best that his sleeping schedule is still troubled.”

“I see…” Temari smiled gently to herself, her chest warming up at the thought of her baby brother being able to rest easy as he thoroughly deserves. “It’s okay. I could run some of his errands for him to ease his workload for today. I’m really glad to hear that Gaara’s sleeping well.”

“Yeah…” You grinned softly as you raked your fingers through your messy bedhair in hopes of fixing it up. “He’s pretty tired.”

“Tired?” Temari asked surprisingly. “He didn’t have much to do… yesteday…”

As sharp as she ever was, it was almost scary with how good she was at deducing things.

“So… what baby names are you choosing from?”

“Tem!”

Temari laughed hard from the other line. “I have leftover waffles here. I’ll hang the bag on the door knob, you don’t have to get up to greet me if ever you end up going back to sleep.”

“Thank you so much, Tem…” You couldn’t help but feel so thankful for how kind she was to you.

“No,” Temari said with a soft smile. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Tem…”

“Gaara loves you very much, Y/N.” Temari spoke so gently. “Thank you for giving him the chance to feel like that.”

After exhanging goodbyes, you flinched in your seat when someone grabbed and placed the telephone back on its cradle on your behalf.

“Do I have to carry you back to the bed?” Gaara mumbled, his voice a little grumpy. Before you could even answer, he had already made his way from the back the back of the couch, firm strong hands lifting you up from the cushion of the couch as carried you back towards the bedroom.

“Is this why you always try to wake up earlier than me?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you one of those people who are grumpy as hell when they wake up?” You teased.

Gaara dropped your body onto the mattress, the surprising edge of roughness in his action making your chest flutter in excitement. The heat between your legs started to burn harder when he towered over you, the familiar weight of his body cornering you down against the bed. “When you said… last night…” A satisfying yawn ripped from his chest before he pinned your hand softly against the bed, his thumb rubbing soft circles above your palm; the other hand stroking the side of your face softly as he leaned his face closer. “That you will be first thing I’d see when I wake up, I took it to the heart. But what I saw… was my boxer shorts…” His sudden, surprising dominance broke as he ended up giggling softly against the skin of your neck. You snorted back with a laughter, the odd, funny noise making him chuckle again.

“I called Tem… I asked her if you could come in a little late today. You looked like you were having the best sleep of your life, and I couldn’t bear to be the one who takes it away from you.”

“It really did…felt amazing.” He sighed, the way he breathed out hinting satisfaction on his end.

“The sleep?” You mused. “Or what happened before the sleep?”

Gaara buried his now flushed face deeper into your neck as he began to remember everything that took in place night.

Vividly.

“I’m sorry, though…” You whispered gently. “I didn’t mean to have your unromantic boxer shorts to be the first one you see in the morning.” You felt a smile against your neck before he props his chin above your chest, the vibration of your giggle pressing against his skin. “Would you get mad if I do it again? What if I had to pee?”

“You think I have the capacity to be that possessive?” Gaara asked, his voice hinting with amusement.

“I think you’d let me pee.” You smiled at him before brushing the messy locks from blocking the view of his eyes.

“I will.” Gaara began to press soft, pecking kisses upon your breast before dragging his lips in a linear path towards your neck, making you tilt your head to the side as he began to suckle softly on the skin. “But I wouldn’t shy from tying you down if it means I’ll be able to keep you in bed as much as I want to.”

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[owarinaki]

Feral Gojo Satoru 3 [BD Vol.4][HQ]

part 1 // part 2 // part 3

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OP1 // OP2:: ED1 // ED2 /COVER /Feral Gojo : Gifs

EP1 : EP2 : EP3 : EP4 ; EP5 : EP8 : EP9 : EP12 : EP13

EP14 : EP15 : EP16 : EP17 : EP18: EP19: EP20: EP21: EP22

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[soliavenne]

IT'S BEEN SO LONG

I missed hanging out around here!! I hope you guys are doing good. 🥺 Happy new year!

[liss-art]

Sketching

[perikiro]

a redraw of that one framed photo naruto has of himself with gaara lmao

[bakapandy]

Omake:

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[soliavenne]

Merry christmas to those who celebrate it, and happy holidays to those who don’t! Either way I hope you all end your year happily! <3

[soliavenne]

Ur back !!! do you have any WIP or stories that u'll post. I'm really excited to read your works

I really appreciate your excitement!! 🥺🥺 But it's been a long time since I really had an idea to write anything.. I haven't been that vacant as much as I used to mentally, and most of the time I have to be in a really concentrated place to read and write. Thank you so much though for still coming back here. Least I can do for now is create a masterlist for this blog so you guys can have an easier directory around the blog. :)) Take care as always!

[soliavenne]

Hi! I think you mentioned once about a fic your wrote called 'make me' but I can't find it anywhere. Did I misunderstand something or did I imagine it? Love your work, you're a very talented writer.

Hii! Yes, yes I did haha. I deleted it, because I wasn't satisfied with how I wrote it haha and its existence just makes me shyyy idek why exactly. Thank you so much for your praise, I appreciate it!! I hope you have a great day ahead of you! :))

[soliavenne]

What Lies Beyond Closed Doors 2

Word count: 16.8k

Warning: R-18+/Mature content below the cut!

Hope you enjoy, as always! <3

“Gaara, it’s me.” You knocked your knuckles against the wooden door, the sound echoing throughout the empty hallway surrounding you. “Most of them had gone home, huh?” you whispered to yourself as you shook your head from left to right; only to be met by nothing in sight. Even Gaara’s guards, whom somehow you managed to become friends with as the time went by with you ever so often visiting the Kazekage in his office; were nowhere to be seen. Tonight was rather chilly, a sharp contrast compared to the weather when the sun was high up in Suna. You sighed, thankful that you wore something protective against the cold.

 The door creaked open, revealing a smiling Gaara. The inside of his office was dark, only the faint light of his desk lamp illuminating the room. He reached out his hand to hold your wrist, pulling you in softly. “Y/N, come in.”

 “I’ve brought you dinner!” You beamed, holding the paper bag in front of his face proudly. “It’s salted tongue and gizzard, your favorite!”

Gaara looked down at you, his eyes soft and his smile ever so gently and endearing. He leaned his body forward to close the door behind you, the sound of it getting locked never sounding so loud until now. It really was quiet, almost eerily silent if you were alone. You were still baffled how Gaara manages to stay here; 3 AM at its worst, without getting the creeps. Your concerns were knocked over when Gaara placed both of his hands on your jaw, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead. “You should have continued to sleep until tomorrow morning, my love. I know you are restless from your journey.”

You stood on your tiptoes, giving Gaara a kiss on his cheek. “Come on, I have been sleeping in from 4 to 11, Gaara. Stop worrying about me.” You grinned at him before you walked towards his desk, placing the paper bag above it. You pulled a chair towards you, sitting across Gaara, who had just slumped down on his chair as well. “I’ve brought dinner for the two of us, but truth be told though, I’m not yet hungry.”

Gaara tapped the pile of papers against the table before placing it aside. “Hmm, how about we eat at 12:00?” He leaned backwards against his chair, his eyes reading the wall clock behind you. “What do you think?”

 “Hmm, that will do.” You nodded at him. “So…” You trailed off, propping your elbow above his desk, resting your chin on your palm. “What did you do while I wasn’t around to annoy you? Was it peaceful? You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” You teased, earning a subtle snort from Gaara as he shook his head in disagreement.

“Well, you know how it is for me, Y/N.” Gaara smiled defeatedly, crossing his arms before his chest, not wanting to bore you with his routine that you have always known. “I don’t really live a spontaneous kind of life.”

You pouted at Gaara, hoping he’ll tell you more, but… it looks like it is what it is. “Did you miss me, though?”

Gaara shook his head as a no, making you pout once again.

To be honest, your question did have Gaara reminiscing the past week, and if his genuine feelings were to come out, the past few days were rather difficult to go through. He had always been independent, had kept to himself most of the time as he was growing up; the isolation even getting worse when his uncle passed away. Things did get better after finally mending his relationship with his siblings, but then, Temari did have to move out to Konoha, and Gaara becoming more busy as the Kazekage almost made it impossible to share some familial bonding with Kankuro.

When your relationship with Gaara became more serious, his presence in their family house became almost non-existent. Suddenly, his breakfasts were prepared by you, his rare afternoon naps were spent on your couch, and sleeping at night was something he finally looked forward to, because for the first time in his life, someone trusted him enough to be fully vulnerable around him; and it was comforting in a way he couldn’t really explain. All of the sudden, falling asleep started to get easier for him.

It was one morning when you woke up first and his peaceful, sleeping face was the first thing you saw, and then… that was it. Everything just felt like… it belongs together. That was then when you realized that all you had to was just flat down asked him to finally stay with you officially. Gaara was all giggly and cuddly when he heard your proposal, sleepily kissing every part of your face that he could reach as he thanked you for trusting him.

He never really knew how drastically different things would be until you were away, and he could only imagine how worse it would be if it lasted longer. The bed had never felt so cold, and the mundane sound of waking up to you preparing food in the morning, to your soft snores as you curled up next to him at night, was something he never knew he’d long so much for. He felt so childish, getting already worked up when it’s been just a week; but that’s what he felt about the whole thing and he simply just couldn’t deny it to himself.

It really is just not the same when you’re not around.

“I really missed you, you know,” You reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers with his, the familiar warmth of his beautiful, slender fingers enveloping you in a comforting way. You pressed the back of his hands against your cheek, Gaara’s facial expression softening at the sight before him.

“Can you… can you seat on the table?”

Your eyes widened a little, tad bit confused, but nevertheless, you obliged to his request. You stood up, squeezing in to the gap between Gaara’s body and the edge of the table. Gaara scooted forward, wrapping his arms around the circle of your waist and slumping his face down on your stomach. “You do know that I missed you too, Y/N.” Gaara whispered, his voice muffled but still understandable. “Probably more than you ever missed me.” His voice got a little softer, as if it evaporated into a hush.

You felt weak when you heard what he said, a soft blush painting your face as you felt your stomach drop in an unexplainable giddiness. You wrapped your forearms around the back of his neck, dipping your face down to drop soft kisses on his hair;  the usual smell of his shampoo mixing in with his bodily scent hitting you with a sense of calming familiarity.

He really was a whole new other kind of universe.

Gaara had the utmost appreciation for things you didn’t really understood for the initial part. He knew the importance of silence, the comfort in tranquillity, the kind of love beyond physical gestures and articulated declarations of it. In return, you made him see that opening yourself up candidly towards someone was a form of vulnerability, an evidence that trust has been established in the relationship, which is essential in a lasting commitment between two people. You taught him that verbal and physical reaffirmation was just as important. If there’s anything you couldn’t be more proud of your relationship, it was how you started as two different people of drastically unique languages of love, yet somehow at the very end of all the arguments, all the misunderstandings, both of you came to your resolve; the resolve to go through beyond yourselves in order to understand and love one another better.

You couldn’t be more thankful, really, and so is Gaara.

That’s why he cuts the standing silence of snuggling between the two of you with a sigh.

Honesty… huh?

“Y/N,” Gaara looked up to you, the embarrassment beginning to contort on his beautiful features. “I did… something.”

You looked at him curiously, tad bit worried as well, “What is it?”

Gaara sighed, eyes looking down before trying to meet your gaze again. “I did it.” He cleared his throat, “H-Here. I did it here in the office the other night.”

“You did what?” Now you were concerned, your thoughts spreading like a never-ending mind map of possible answers.

Gaara sighed loudly before composing himself. “I… pleasured myself.”

Your mouth dropped slightly, not exactly sure what to say to him.

“N- not just that,” Gaara steered his chair backwards, leaning down towards the drawer at the bottom of his table, grabbing something from the inside before confusingly trying to close it. Gaara groaned annoyingly at the drawer before closing it down finally. “I did it… with this.”

You were taken aback, the familiar clothing being displayed before your eyes sent a warm flush towards your face. Gaara’s face was just as red as his hair, and he was probably thanking the fact that the only light source in the room was his lamp; making his embarrassed face much less visible to you. “I… I’m sorry. I confessed because,” he sighed, calculating his words carefully. “ it felt like it was something you should know… and if it makes you uncomfortable, I would like to apologize.”

“I… pleasured myself.”

“I did it… with this.”

“I am sorry, Y/N.” Gaara’s face was solemn with guilt, his eyes expressed utmost genuity. “I will never do it again, my love.”

You swallowed your shyness, another emotion beginning to stir inside you. Did Gaara just admit that… he jerked off to the smell of your underwear? His apology sounded like a blur because his earlier words kept replaying to you, like a sharp ringing inside your ear that you couldn’t stop; and the image it kept painting in your thoughts was… erotic, and you never knew until now how much you wanted to see such scene of him working himself up like that before you. You could feel the spark of heat starting to spread throughout your body.

“Was it the first time?” You asked curiously, tiptoeing around your budding lust as the conversation started to get a little heated. You reached for the armrest in Gaara’s chair, pulling him closer towards you with a slight smirk on your lips. You were slightly towering above him due to the angle, and it added a little flame towards your dominance as you saw he innocently looked up at you.

Gaara sighed, trying his best to subtly avoid your gaze. He kept asking himself if he was just misinterpreting your non-verbal cues, but you were looking at him… like that; like you wanted him to fuck you right then and there, and frankly speaking, he can’t really promise himself he wouldn’t be enticed to do such, as his trousers was starting to feel tight now as well. “Y- yes, it was the first time.”

“Did it feel… good?” You asked, your voice a little slow, a little too sensual.

“Y/N, we’re in my office.” Gaara’s plea almost sounded like it disappeared into thin air, as he desperately clung to the little to none remains of his sanity, but he knew it himself; his refusal was weak, and his resolve was starting to disintegrate at this point. The fact that his morality at the moment was fresh from the fact that he just confessed that he masturbated in his office isn’t helping at all.

On top of it all, he was scared.

He was scared that he feels a little curious, a little too excited, a little too willing to see there this was going.

He just couldn’t help himself.

He wants to have his sly little peek.

“Oh?” Your voice sounded so soft… yet so teasing, curious to see if he was going to bite the bait. “But… we were just talking, aren’t we?”

Gaara was silent, and he could almost feel his ears warm up red.

“You’re not having indecent thoughts again, are you, Gaara?”

“I’m not.” Gaara quickly retorted, beginning to overthink whether he was the one who’s making a huge fuss out of everything. He paused, recollecting his memories to try answering your question as calmly as he could; cursing himself for acting like a skittish teenage boy. “It felt… good.”

“It felt good, huh?” A sharp note of confidence can be traced from your voice. “Did it felt like so…  because you were doing it inside your office?”

…

“Yes.”

Gaara almost wanted to cover his blushing face with his forearms. His cock was starting to get stiff, and making him admit to his deepest, lustful thoughts like that is just making him remember how much he liked every bit of it.

“Will you do it again?”

Gaara shifted in his seat slightly, swallowing what’s left of his shame; as denial was no longer in his thought process. “Y- yes…” Gaara paused, his eyes almost glassy with lust.

“Yes, Y/N. I will do it again.”

Your chest throbbed, his bold confession robbing you off of your usual witty, sexual remarks. The wetness of your slick began to trickle down, seeping to the threads your underwear, making you feel distracted. “N-not so innocent, are you?” You stuttered; Gaara’s keen sense of observation caught up, and he was more than willing to take the chance to shake up your power play for you.

Gaara straightened his back, his eyes directly aimed at yours. “Just as much as you are.” Gaara teased slightly, his voice laced with a hint of sassiness.

You internally applauded for Gaara. He was learning, and damn, he was learning steady and fast. He had always been thrilled by challenges despite wanting to be subtle about it. To be able to see you become a submissive, concoction of desperation and lustfulness for relief under his touch would always get him high.

But, not just yet, though; you thought to yourself. It’ll take more to daunt you this time, and you’ll drag it long and hard just so he could have his sweeter satisfaction at the very end of it all. You quickly composed yourself to, taking the challenge head-on. It was your game after all, at least yours at the moment. He will have it for himself later as much as he wants, and you would be there for him to take his slowly-brewed frustration all for yourself, knowing very well how much both of you will love it.

“I know I’m not innocent.” You smirked, the hint of shock in Gaara’s eyes as he was repelled by your rebuttal was rather satisfying. “And that’s what you crave about me, don’t you?”

Gaara was taken aback with how quickly you got on your feet. His resolve got shaken once again, as he was being called out on his lustful thoughts. He was almost ready to plead to not talk to you like that, because he gets off of it; it’s making his cock throb.

“You get aroused by the fact that no other than yourself can see me like this.” The corner of your lips twitched in a teasing smile as Gaara looked at you, a thousand of emotions painted on his face. Bewildered, confused, ashamed, and beyond lusting as fuck. “They’ll never know that their good, innocent friend is a desperate slut that plays with herself on the thought of sucking their Lord Kazekage’s cock.”

Gaara’s mouth dropped in realization of what he just heard. His face began to harden with a new found resolve, the pent up longing and hunger for you beginning to stir his mind with sinful thoughts. “Did you… did you do it too?”

“Well, let’s say that the Nara family was rather busy during my stay there, and I kept thinking about you…”

“Y/N…”

“Do you want to see how I did it?” Your voice sounded low, sounded so inviting. “If you ask nicely, I might.”

Gaara was now a flushed mess of ragged breathing and conflicting thoughts.  The thought of watching you play with yourself before his feasting eyes almost sent him to his very limit, it ate him from the inside out.

“Plead, Gaara. You want to see it, don’t you?” Your enticing voice continued to ring inside his ears.

Gaara shut his eyes close with a sigh, swallowing the lump in his throat before his shaky gaze tried to meet you once again.

His chest tightened, his words felt like it was choking him. “…Please, Y/N. Let me watch you play with yourself.”

Your chest throbbed, the excitement starting to penetrate inch by inch of your skin. You swayed your right thigh to the side, the hem of your dress riding up ever so slightly. It was not long before you stood up, sliding your black underwear gracefully down your legs. Gaara felt stiff in his chair, the anticipation for more yet the nervousness of getting caught confusing him to his very core.

The boldness within you surged stronger when you saw how Gaara couldn’t peel his eyes off of you. You placed a hand on the top of his shoulder, leaning your body towards him before pressing your underwear against his nose. “A familiar scent?” You whispered with a smirk. Gaara’s eyes fell to the side before shutting them, thoroughly ashamed, but also not being able to restrict himself from inhaling your scent deeply once again. He was certain he could feel his dick begin to shift behind his pants

You looked down at him, your grin triumphant. You traced his jawline with your fingertips, lifting his face by his chin, “Who knew that the Lord Kazekage had it in him to be a panty-sniffing thief?” You slyly smiled, shoving your underwear deep into his pocket. If it even was possible, Gaara’s flush went another deeper hue.

You removed your jacket, followed by peeling off your flowy dress over your head. Gaara was surprised to see your naked breasts bounced due to the impact. “Sorry, I thought you were starving so I was in a hurry. I decided not to unpack another bag to just look for a bra.” You snickered.

You sat on his lap, running your hand across his chest seductively, your eyes taking every little detail you could take in. Gaara was wearing his usual outfit, his monochromatic, maroon turtleneck long sleeves paired with his trousers. “Let me loosen you up a bit,” You whispered, pressing your lips against the skin of his neck before suckling on it softly, as your hands proceeded to loosen three consecutive buttons of his top.

“Y/N…” Gaara was at loss for words, not knowing exactly what to do and what to say. He moaned softly when he felt your lips against his jaw, the soft, small kisses sending miniature jolts of excitement into his body.

“At first, I tried to do it with a pillow.” You whispered seductively, Gaara’s surprised eyes focused on you, his ears perking up from what just heard. “But it was way too soft for my taste, and it only left me frustrated.”

Gaara looked like he was drunk out of arousal while he was listening intently to your soft, alluring voice, as you continued to seduce every fiber of his being. He knew exactly how much you craved for it, but it never seemed to tire from driving him crazy everytime he was reminded how much you could go just to satiate yourself.

“But then I remembered, I was alone in the house. Shikamaru was fixing their schedules alongside Naruto, so that they’ll be able to attend the wedding; Temari was on an additional mission to compensate for her day off. So I walked out of my room wearing nothing but a flimsy night dress…”

Gaara’s eyes felt heavy, the air inside his office becoming thicker and thicker to breathe in.

“…and I knew it, the arm rest of their sofa in their living room was perfect.”

Gaara pulled you abruptly by the back of your neck, shoving his lips against yours. His kisses had never felt so needy, so desperate. He intertwined his fingers with your hair, pulling your face towards him closer and closer, shutting of every gap possible for you and him to be able to breathe. Gaara plunged his tongue into your mouth, swirling it eagerly and firmly, a groan exiting his mouth towards yours as he felt your tongue clash against his, just as hungrily as he was. You raised your shoulders, placing both of your hands on both sides of his face as you reeled him in into a deeper, sloppier kiss. Gaara obliged willingly to your domination, letting your tongue invade his mouth in return. He couldn’t help but whine helplessly into your mouth when you sucked his tongue greedily, making him surrender himself into your invasive kiss.

You pulled back, a dribble of saliva dripping the corner of your lips. Gaara was gasping for air, his eyes pooling with overflowing desire. You stood up before him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders before repositioning his thigh between your legs. You sat your stark naked arousal above it, the familiar firmness hitting you with a satisfying shockwave of pleasure.

“Keep your eyes on me, Gaara. I want you to watch me ride your thigh.” You cooed seductively into his ear, biting his earlobe softly to tease him. “exactly the way I fucked myself with that arm rest.”

You swayed your hips forward before retreating back, slow and firm, maintaining the strict eye contact with Gaara. The slight hint of roughness from the fabric of his trousers interposed another form of pleasure into your dripping core, feeling like a well-sating, firm scratch on a bothering itch. Gaara desperately tried to watch you intently beyond his mind-wrecking nervousness, his impending arousal starting to blur his thought process.

Gaara placed a free hand on your ass, giving it an almost lethargic yet firm squeeze to suit your sluggish grinding, making you bite your lip. “Fuck, Gaara. That feels so good,” you mewled, your pace ever so slow yet powerful, your breasts perking up before him as you leaned backwards, giving him a better view of his very own private show. Gaara bit his lips as he saw your hardened nipples, lewdly tickled by the chilly air of the night. “Ahh, you feel so much better than that arm rest, Gaara.”

It was faint, but the unyielding quietness in his office highlighted the wet, squelching sounds that your soaking pussy made as you continued to desperately rub yourself off against him. Gaara stared intently at your glistening core, clinging on the short peek of your flushed, swollen clit scratching itself towards relief.

The overwhelming sensation and the undeniable lewdness of the predicament you’ve gotten yourselves into sent you towards the edge. Gaara groaned, biting his lip as he felt your overpouring juices seep through the fabric of his pants, the skin of his thigh getting a slight taste of your warm, soaking arousal. You didn’t want to change your pace, but you felt the frantic need to grind the itch between your thighs against something harder.

You leaned your upper body closer to Gaara, repositioning your lower half backwards. “Oh… oh, that feels amazing.” You shut your eyes close, swallowing every bit of newfound pleasure as you were now riding the upper slope of Gaara’s knee; the stronger pressure driving you crazy with desire.

You bit your lip harder to try to hold yourself back from moaning loudly. With each minute passing by, it got harder and harder to remember that you were literally fucking yourself to orgasm with Gaara’s knee, inside his office. Your eyes landed on his right hand in a tight fist, still clutching your underwear that he admitted he jerked off to. Just when you thought things could not get better…

“Do it,” You breathily ordered, clenching your eyes close in pleasure as you continued to ride his clothed knee. “Play with yourself. S- show me how you did it, Gaara…”

Gaara swallowed in embarrassment, but your request dripped from your tongue like the sweetest invitation he could never, ever refuse. He took his hand back from your backside, staring down shyly at his crotch as he fumbled through his belt and zipper shakingly. His underwear wasn’t even fully lowered when his arousal sprung free, the glistening tip of his dick hitting just the spot below his covered navel.

“Good boy,” You smirked, taking in the salacious sight of his thick cock that you sorely longed for. “Exactly how you did it, okay?”

Gaara nodded obediently, his head spinning in a whole new level of excitement. Gaara held his hand in front of his mouth before spitting on it, the sound of such act sending shivers to your body. He snaked his lubricated hand down his cock, rubbing his circled fist along the upper length of his dick sopping with pre-cum before fully dragging it down towards the base. A satisfied groan leaked from his swollen-red lips.

He pressed your underwear against his nose, sniffing your scent deeply as he continued to pump his lubricated fist up and down his twitching cock; taking in every hint of scent of your cunt embedded on your underwear. He couldn’t help the soft whine from coming out his mouth as he was dizzy in a trance of a whole new dimension of lust. He still couldn’t believe that the two of you were literally masturbating together in his office. It was something beyond he could ever imagine, and probably something he thought he’d never do at all, ever, in his life. But here you were, dragging him blindly into a world of unexplainable, carnal desires and he was probably never going to admit to himself how much enjoys it.

“D- Does it turn you on so much…” You breathed sharply before continuing, “to sniff my underwear like that… while you jerk off your cock under your desk?” You smirked at him, his face contorting into a blushing mess as he was reminded of what he did. “How filthy of you, Lord Kazekage.”

Gaara groaned; there was something about being called out on his dirty deed, by his title, that turned him on even more. He was so overstimulated with everything that was happening right before him that he couldn’t even muster a reply. Your thighs trembled in pleasure as you stared at him desperately sniffing your underwear while he continuously pumped his fist up and down his cock, resulting to such lewd, skin slapping noises, making you lose your composure a bit. Despite being lost in his own realm of self-manifested pleasure, Gaara quickly caught up. He removed his hand from his face, dropping your underwear down his cock. He placed his hand on your waist, his grip steadying you in place. His other hand held the fabric, wrapping the underwear around his cock as he continued to squeeze his arousal up and down, eager to give you his fair share of a show he knew you’d enjoy.

Fuck, you look so beautiful like that; The lewd bouncing of your heaving tits, the way you rubbed yourself against his knee greedily as you desperately teetered yourself to your release. He could watch you all day, he must admit to himself. He’d probably start asking you next time to ride him like that just so he could see for himself that blissful, erotic face of yours, convulsing wantonly before him.

“Gaara…” You moaned, the rhythm of your grinding becoming sloppier and sloppier as you were nearing your release. “Gaara, I’m going to cum… fuck..” You bit your lip hard, the suppressing of your moan getting more difficult as the overwhelming pleasure continued to drown you. Your pace quickened, your release getting nearer and nearer towards your reach. Gaara retreated from jerking off his cock as he wanted to focus on your pleasure, to ensure you’ll enjoy every bit of your orgasm. Still holding on to your underwear, he held the other side of your waist, steadying your rhythm exactly how you wanted it.  

“I- I’m cumming! Oh!” You moaned uncontrollably, making Gaara frantically entangle his hand into your hair to push your face towards him as he pressed his open mouth against yours, leaning you deeply into him as if he was desperate to swallow your moans of pleasure into his mouth; drinking in all sorts of whine that managed to escape you as your body convulsed against him. Your body writhed, your hands clenching down firmly on his shoulders as you cried out in pleasure into his invasive kiss. You continued to sway your hips sloppily, riding out the rest of your orgasm. You pulled your lips from Gaara to breathe, grinningly giving him a short, peck on his lips before resting your forehead against his shoulder, your chest heaving up and down as you slowly came down from your high. You saw the twitching of Gaara’s stiff cock from this angle, the tip of his arousal continously dripping with pre-cum.

You inhaled sharply, your breathing finally stabilizing.  

“C- come to think of it,” You rested your cheek against his shoulder, your mouth facing his ear. “You have an unfulfilled promise you’ve yet to accomplish, don’t you?”

Gaara’s heart thumped loudly against his chest, knowing exactly what you were talking about. See, that promise was the exact reason why he reached the desperate point of stroking his cock in his office. Every table he sat before with was an invitation for his vivid imagination, and the situation did not matter at all; his daily meeting with the elders, his breakfasts with Kankuro, his office itself as he tries to concentrate on the piling papers on his desk; he kept seeing your face between his thighs, slurping his arousal like you wouldn’t be able to breathe another life into your body the minute his cock leaves your starving mouth. He couldn’t knock the filthy thought out of his mind, and for you to stain such lustful words on his mind only to part your ways with him shortly after felt almost cruel on his end of the line.

“Y/N,” Gaara’s voice suddenly sounded serious, making you look up to him to see if he was okay. The worry and concern in his eyes reflected on yours. “D- do you really want to do that… that kind of thing?”

You straightened yourself, a little frantic about the sudden change of mood in the air. You were suddenly anxious about coming off too strong to him, and the very last thing that you wanted was to put pressure on him. “Gaara,” You whispered softly, placing your hand softly on the side of his face, stroking his face gently. “I’m so sorry… We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to; you know that, right?”

“N- no,” Gaara closed his eyes; a slow exhalation leaking past his lips as he tried to talk through his bashfulness. “It’s nothing like that…”

You didn’t reply, you stayed silent as you wanted to give him the time to gather his thoughts.

“It’s just that,” His eyes went down to ease his nervousness, taking in a deep breath before looking right back at you once again, his beautiful seafoam eyes expressing utmost love and concern for you, and it felt so genuine, you almost couldn’t return his gaze. “Please, talk me through it. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your eyes widened a bit before you nodded smilingly, your chest feeling warm and tight as the candidness of his affections began to overwhelm you; you swore that you could almost feel the corner of your eyes starting to water because of how he was willing to go through the lengths of making sure that you knew how much he cares about you.

Gaara smiled back endearingly, his hand resting on the side of your neck, a thumb reaching out to stroke your cheek softly. A subtle pout graced his lips in thought, “We should…” He looked back at you as if he was already asking for affirmation for what he was about to suggest. “…set some boundaries.”

You pressed your index finger against your lips, humming in thought. “We can’t have a safe word for now, huh?”

Gaara looked at you curiously. “Why so?”

“Well… my mouth’s going to be busy for the meantime, right?” You laughed, wanting to ease the tension inside his office. Gaara couldn’t help the soft snort of laughter from leaving him, hinting a mix of shock and amusement. There you are; so confident, so comfortable… so trusting of him to let him see your vulnerability. In a way, he couldn’t help but return the inviting warmth of your affections. There was something about you that just eases him into doing things. “Hmm, I guess if it gets too intense, I will knock my fingers against the underneath of the table… like this-” You reenacted, Gaara listening intently to register your signal as clear as possible into his mind. He nodded in agreement. “How about you, Gaara? Do you have anything in mind?”

“I… uh, well… maybe I’ll knock my fingers on the table too.” He reenacted as well. “Yes, yes that would do.” Gaara stuttered, nervously reassuring you and himself at the same time, making you giggle.

Gaara gathered his scrambled thoughts before speaking once again. “I… actually don’t have even the vague idea of how it should go… y- you know, in a way that it benefits both of us.” Gaara said confusingly, a little shy of his lack of knowledge when it comes to sexual matters. Gaara does have an idea of how it literally goes for him, but he was concerned about how it will go for you. He knows it feels good, but how about you? How will you derive pleasure from it as well?

“What is that, it?” You airquoted, wanting to rile up Gaara even more.

“Y/N…” Gaara pursed his lips subtly, a concoction of embarrassment and finding humor in your teasing evident on his expression.

“Well, I do have to know that we’re on the same page, you know?”

Gaara rolled his eyes, his sassiness coming out of him unconciously. You couldn’t help but giggle at his response. “Fine,” Gaara surrendered, but he was quickly cocooned in awkwardness as he was about to verbalize something too sexual according to his vocabulary at the moment. He simply couldn’t help but blush once again. “Well… what I would like to clarify is, my pleasure is already guaranteed, but how would I make you feel good as well… while I’m fucking your mouth?”

Your stomach fluttered; maybe he had always been a little sassy with his words, even tad bit passive-aggressive at times, but he has never demeaned someone with curses, or even spit it out as a slip of the tongue. It really was a whole new experience when Gaara was the one spewing filthy words, because it was so uncanny of his character to do so, and the fact that it’s laced with sexual undertones at the moment felt so erotic to you. You could feel another wave of heat wash over your body in another yet addicting anticipation from his touch.

“You are comfortable with initiating dirty talk, right? That’s the first trick to it.” You winked, Gaara whispering “dirty talk…” to himself, nodding blushingly in response. Comfortable? No, even more than that; he thoroughly enjoys it, and he enjoys it way too much that he was actually nervous that he might go beyond the limits once he’s lost himself in his very own lust. In fact, he got really anxious when he suddenly remembered that he literally called you a slut while you were on your knees last week as you sucked his cock in the kitchen. It bothered him now and then while you were away, worried that he never really heard your opinion about it.

“Uhm, Y/N…” Gaara cleared his throat, “Remember when I called you that word…”

 You hummed in thought, staring at him curiously.

“I- I called you a slut, while you were giving me… a blowjob. I… was that too much?”

“What-“ You couldn’t avoid giggling at his cuteness. He squinted his eyes at you, a slight sulk expressed by his lips. “Aww, I’m sorry.” You pouted at him. To be honest, it did occur to you just now that Gaara may have been feeling a little insecure about being sexually primitive; according to him, but not to you, honestly. He is an amazing lover, and the last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad about himself, especially since it really wasn’t the case at all. “It was fine, Gaara. It was actually… hot.”

Gaara sighed softly, his past week’s concerns finally being relieved.

“But well for the most part, the fact that you’re feeling good… that is what makes it pleasurable for me.” You mumbled, “You know that kind of feeling, right?” You smiled gently at him as you stroked his cheek gently with your thumb. Gaara held your hand, closing his eyes and then kissing it gently.

A light of understanding  has now graced Gaara’s inquisitive thoughts. You were right; he does know what you were trying to tell him about. He had always felt that way when he was pleasuring you. If you were too bashful about it, he might have begged you to literally grind your pussy against his tongue; it was almost addicting to him to see you desperately, selfishly chase your release using his body, using him; his cock would already throb at the very thought of it alone. He would more than gladly offer every inch of himself in service of your gratification.

“I want you to focus solely on your pleasure.” It was not long before you began to have a penchant for the taste of his cock once again. “Call me your slut, and continue to thrust your cock into my mouth, again and again.”

Gaara’s stomach fluttered in lewd excitement. There was something about your willingness to be called such a foul-sounding name that appealed so erotic to him, and the fact that it was laced down with a sense of possessiveness on his behalf… like you almost begged for him to remind you that he owned you, just itched his cock beyond relief.

His slut, huh?

“Is that what you want me to do to you, Y/N?” Gaara interrogated, his dominance beginning to surface. You could feel the heat between your legs starting to pulse in excitement.

You leaned closer, your breath almost fanning against Gaara’s lips. You traced his cheek with the tip of your nose to tease him, planting soft kisses against his jawline. You could feel the clenching of Gaara’s jaw, his cock beginning to harden once more. “Yes, Gaara.”

“Lord Kazekage.” Gaara corrected, his voice and eye contact unfazed. Your stomach fluttered at his sudden change of demeanor.

Fuck.

What have you gotten yourself into this time?

“I- I’m sorry, Lord Kazekage.” You stuttered, the intimidation starting to crawl all over your body. Gaara looked… different. His eyes reflected a darker tint of arousal, and his face was calm and stoic.

“Let me repeat.” Gaara used his forefinger and thumb to redirect your face towards him, “Look me in the eye, and tell me what you want me to do to you.” his voice deep and aroused. Dirty talk, huh? He really was beginning to have a taste for it, isn’t he? “Let that mouth beg nicely for it, would you?” Gaara stroked your lower lip with his thumb.

You breathed deeply, your heart pounding loudly against your chest. “Please…” You mewled, your knees getting softer by each fleeting second. “Please, fill my mouth full with your cock… a- and fuck my face.” You briefly shut your eyes close in bashfulness, only for you to meet his ice-cold yet fiery stare once again. “I’m begging you, Lord Kazekage.”

You really do know how to throw him deep into the depths nothing but raw arousal, a kind of desire that even he himself didn’t know existed. All of the sudden, a million of sexually, intrusive thoughts flooded his mind with all the things he wanted to do to you. Gaara placed your underwear on the desk and he straightened his composure, his eyes beginning to darken with dominating lust; “On your knees.” he demanded, his eyes cold and domineering. “now.”

You couldn’t help but lick your lip in arousal. You stood up, feeling intimated under his icy-steel gaze as he ran it up and down your naked body. You obligingly planted your knees on the floor, your eyes rather looking innocent as you tried to return back the contact with his intense stare. All of the sudden, you were at loss for words; and there was nothing in your mind but to offer every bit of yourself as a willing instrument to achieve Gaara’s selfish pleasure. You could feel your slick getting wet just by the thought of it.

“Open your mouth,” Gaara said, his voice low and authoritative.  He used his hand to grip the base of his cock to guide it as he leaned his body forward, but he stopped midway. He squinted his eyes at you, making you confused. “You can get that mouth wider than that, don’t you?”

You shut your eyes close, the shivers covering your skin in goosebumps as his dominance continued to reveal itself to you. It turned you on, and turned you on so much you were almost worried of how willing you are to be in desperate service of him. You nodded, following his order without second thoughts.

Gaara placed his hand on the back of your head to steer your head forward, as the other one ushered his cock towards your mouth, Gaara rotated his cock in a clockwise motion so that the soft, spongy tip of his arousal gets a taste of the loose, soft cushion that was formed by your lips; before pushing your head forward to take in the rest of his cock. A slight groan exited his mouth, but his face remained focus, eyes closing for a brief second before meeting yours once again. How your eyes widened innocently at the intrusion of his arousal into your mouth ignited a hotter fire inside him.

Gaara placed both of his hands on your jaw, directing your cock-filled face at him as he stared at you proudly with a smirk; making you blush as your eyes fell to the side to avoid his eyes. Gaara withdrew his dick from your mouth, a slight string of saliva clinging onto it. He leaned forward while pulling you towards him at the same time, and then he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your mouth, his tongue swirling erotically inside your cavern; drawing back his tongue to suck and nibble on your lip just to shove into your mouth deeper once again, sucking your tongue insatiably like he couldn’t get enough of you; and the subtle taste of his cock mixing in with yours just aroused him even more.

Gaara held your face by your chin, placing his forefinger and his thumb to press your cheeks into a soft pucker. “Open that mouth for me, Y/N.”

You lowered your jaw, your eyes heavy. You flinched with surprise when Gaara spat on your mouth, his eyes glinting deviously with desire before pulling you into a brief, passionate kiss once again. He pulled back, straightening his composure as he looked down at you with a slight, smug smile. “Your Lord Kazekage has high expectations from you.”

You nodded desperately, eyeing his pulsing cock hungrily. The flushed, pink tip of his dick glistened with so much pre-cum mixing in with your saliva. You spat on your hand before grabbing the base of his arousal. You pumped it upwards, circling the sloppy hollow of your fist on the upper length before dragging it downwards once again. You opened your mouth slightly, ushering just the tip of his cock slowly into your mouth; letting the velvety feel of the inside of your lips massage the sensitive area, making Gaara moan in response. You slowly expanded the circumference of your mouth, beginning to accommodate the rest of his whole, thick cock into your wet cavern.

You started to bob your head up and down on his arousal, stopping on the midway part of his dick so that you could encircle your tongue around its body before taking it whole once again. You felt Gaara’s fingers on top of your hand that was resting on his thigh, and your heart fluttered when he entangled his fingers with yours.

How could someone be so lustfully dominant yet so loving and gentle was beyond your understanding.

Yet, somehow… Gaara manages to be on the perfect middle of that spectrum.

You diligently continued to thrust his dick into your mouth, calculating your pace steady and perfect as Gaara continued to relish on his pleasure. Your saliva began to dribble down the crotch of his undone trousers, the slurping sounds of your mouth getting wetter and sloppier by each passing second. You released his cock to relax your jaw, not missing a beat of his pleasure as your hand went to work right away, directing the tip of his cock against your puckered lips in order to stimulate it, making Gaara mewl your name.

You delved his hardness once again into your mouth, ensuring that your tongue stimulates the underside of the tip of his cock. Gaara placed his hand against the back of your neck, taking his time as he slowly ran his fingertips across your scalp before gradually entangling his fingers with your hair, the grip getting tighter and tighter deliberately, almost feeling like a massage. You couldn’t help but moan against his arousal, the vibration it made sending chills down Gaara’s spine. It wasn’t long before Gaara, without any warning, shoves your head downwards his cock, allowing the tip to hit the back of your throat. “Fuck.” Gaara groaned as he heard you gag once again on his dick, the sensual sound of it never failing to set his body on fire.

Your body was cocooned in sharp shivers, and you could literally feel the continuous drip of your arousal beginning to run down on the inside of your thighs. Gaara only dove your head onto his dick teasingly once, before allowing you to take the lead again. It felt like he was testing the waters that he was about to dive on, his anxious nature still creeping in as he was concerned about you.

Quite frankly, you looked like you enjoyed it, though.

…and that was the only reassurance that Gaara needed from you.

Gaara tightened his grip on your hair before pushing your face downwards again, but this time, the grace period for you to be able to breathe was no longer on the menu. He continued to pile the amount of downwards thrust that his hand made your head do as he selfishly moaned on his own gratification. “Ugh, fuck… Y/N…” He cursed as you continuously made gagging sounds around his dick, your throat closing in on the tip of cock with every thrust. His cock grew rock hard as he saw how your eyes began to water, your almost pitiful state appealed to the rest of his unexplored carnal desires buried deep inside him. He retreated back his arousal, allowing you a brief period to breathe and answer. “Do you derive pleasure from getting your mouth used like this?”

You nodded at him obediently, making Gaara groan in response. “Please, Lord Kazekage. Please don’t stop just yet.” You begged, arching your back deeper as you wanted to give him a peek of your ass, your desperate view of bending over to plead him to fuck your mouth sending him towards the edge. “Put that cock back inside my mouth, please.” Without wasting any second, Gaara pulled your hair into a ponytail before sending your face to slurp down on his twitching dick once again. You allowed him to control the pace according to his vain liking, your mouth wide open as numerous trickle of spit began to drip down your chin… down your throat.

Gaara took back his wet cock from your mouth once again before rubbing it against your face, his hand grabbing the base of his hardness before slapping it against your cheek. Gaara entered your mouth once again, holding his cock in place as he brushed the head of his dick against the inside of your cheek. “Your mouth solely belongs for the pleasure of your Lord Kazekage alone. Is that clear to you?” You nodded in agreement, moaning against him as he continued to invasively explore your cavern with his arousal. “If it is not, I guess I’ll just have to fuck your mouth harder until you understand.”

Gaara stood from his chair, unbuckling the rest of the annoying knot of his belt, his trousers pooling around his feet; unveiling his bare crotch in front of your face. Gaara was indeed a man of discipline and hygiene, he makes sure that he trims and maintains his hair down there diligently. The red hue of it sparked an interesting contrast against the paleness of his skin, and if you were to admit your thoughts about it, he looked absolutely gorgeous like that. He was so appealingly manly towards you.

You repositioned yourself from bending over, kneeling once again before him. Gaara placed both his hands on the sides of your head, raking his groomed nails across your scalp as it slowly made its way towards the back of your head, sending shivers down your spine. The increasing firmness of the entanglement of his fingers with your hair felt so relaxing. You immediately lowered your jaw, looking up at him innocently as he towered over you, making him smirk.

“Are you that eager for your Lord Kazekage’s cock?” His eyes squinted before you.

You shut your eyes close before nodding desperately at him. “Please, I need it inside my mouth now.” You begged, rubbing your face against his hardness, making Gaara flinch in shock; which he tried to hide desperately. “Gaara, please. Stop teasing me and fuck my face.”

Fuck, you were so needy. You were so needy for him and it’s making his cock impossibly harder. You might be thinking that he was the one standing on the dominating end of things, yet everything you say is making him lose control over his sense of self. He could feel his breathing starting to go erratic as the skin of his face was beginning to feel hotter and hotter; his chest bright red. In the very end, for him, his very first priority was still about you. He will surrender everything of himself to you if it means he could satiate every ounce of lust inside your body.

He will.

Before you could even manage to blink, Gaara plunged his cock into your mouth once again. He tightened the grip of his fists in the tangle of your locks, almost hinting a little amount of pain; which only amplified your lust as it began to feel like he was starting to override his sense of control. His pace was desperate and sharp, like a well-oiled machine that kept thrusting and thrusting without any concern for you. You moaned loudly in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you dugged your nails against the skin of the back of his thighs, eliciting a louder moan from Gaara.

Gaara growled, his chest heaving up and down as he continued to swallow every bit of gagging sound that you made as your throat continued to open and close down against the swollen tip of his cock. “Look at yourself, shamelessly letting your mouth be fucked like this by your Lord Kazekage, you even look like you’re enjoying it more than I do, you fucking slut.” Gaara took his cock back from your mouth to let you breathe only to earn a growl of protest from you before pushing your head yourself into his arousal once again, greedingly bobbing your head up and down to slurp on his cock frantically. Gaara’s mouth dropped in shock as he watched how desperate you were.

The sounds that were coming from you made Gaara dizzy in arousal. You looked up at him to initiate eye contact, and Gaara’s knees weakened at your appearance. Streaks of tears stained your cheeks, your face was flushed red, your lips were swollen. Trickles of saliva has now travelled far down your chest. His legs began to soften as you continuously swallowed his cock, deepthroating him deeper and deeper as you began to feel lightheaded due to the lack of air. But you couldn’t stop. Fuck, you just can’t; he tasted so good, and his moans of pleasure almost felt like it was dragging the orgasm out of your cunt. Without any word, Gaara held your head in place and began to take the initiative once again.

“I’m going to cum deep down your throat,” Gaara’s voice was deep yet shaky, as his toes began to curl in so much euphoria. “And you’re going to swallow every bit of it. I will have y- you stick your- oh, fuck… t-tongue out to make sure that you do. Do you understand that?”

You nodded at him, surrendering your mouth to his thrusts as he continued to pump his cock forward down your throat. Your pussy throbbed in so much pent up arousal, and you could almost feel it salivating down the office floor. “This won’t be the last time I’d ever fuck that pretty mouth.” Gaara moaned, shutting his eyes close as he bit his lip to swallow back his moans. “I’d expect you to be on your knees immediately to suck my cock… ahh… everytime I expect you to do so. Are we in agreement, Y/N?” Gaara took back his cock from you to let you answer.

“Yes, Lord Kazeka-“ You weren’t even able to finish your answer before your mouth was infiltrated by his throbbing cock once again. Gaara pulled his hand from your hair and he grabbed both of your wrist frantically, pinning it down against the table behind your back. He continued plunging his arousal straight down your throat, the repositioned angle making it easier for you to deepthroat him. His thrusts were so frantic and sharp and his balls kept slapping against your chin, striking another form of pleasure to weaken Gaara’s resolve in holding back his orgasm.

“I-I’m cumming,” Gaara dragged out his groan exasperatedly, his eyes rolling back as he inhaled sharply, his laboured breathing loud and clear as he threw his head back in ecstasy, the body of his cock pulsing uncontrollably against your wet tongue as he shot his thick, hot load directly down your throat; eliciting a loud gag from you. Gaara shoves his cock deeper so that your throat closes down on the tip, making his grip on your wrists tighter, his nails digging down on the skin as he cried louder. He retreated back his hips slowly before shooting his hips forwards sharply and quickly, repeating the motion twice as he dragged the rest of his orgasm. “Ahh, fuck…” He groaned, his voice laced with sexual satisfaction.

You obediently followed what you were told to so, making you retain your contact as you made him watch how you swallowed every drop of his hot cum. Your tits glistening mix with sweat and spit heaved up and down desperately as you tried to chase your breath. Gaara retreats back his cock from your mouth, “Stick out your tongue.”

You extended your tongue outwards, reassuring Gaara that not even a drop of his arousal has gone to waste. Gaara smirked proudly at you, releasing his grip on your wrists. He leaned his body downwards, placing both of his hands on both sides of your face, his gesture becoming softer as his eyes began to retreat back into its usual, warm and caring stance.

Gaara stroked your cheeks with his thumbs as he stabilized the remaining, frantic breaths that left his panting mouth. He planted a kiss on your lip ever so softly, as if he was afraid that he was hurting you. He traced the length of your lips with gentle, pecking kisses before pressing his whole lips against yours. He smiled tenderly, rubbing his cheek against your face and then pressing his forehead against yours. “Was that… was that too much?”

You returned his smile. “No… It was perfect.” Gaara’s heart swelled in your reassurance, your words easing his anxiousness. “How about you, did you like it, Gaara?”

“Yes. It was amazing. You were… amazing.” Gaara pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around the circle of your waist tenderly as he nuzzled his face on your neck. “It felt so good… it was almost scary. Does that make any sense?” He chuckled against your skin.

“Don’t worry, it does make sense, Gaara.” You couldn’t help but giggle back to him. “You do make sense.”

Gaara sighed in relief.

“Thank you, my love.” He whispered. Gaara cupped your cheeks gently, making sure that he meets your eyes as he was about to admit his innermost thoughts, to be genuinely vulnerable this time. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to feel… like this. I didn’t really understand such things before, but now… you’re here. You are so understanding of my shortcomings…” He breathed, calculating his words carefully in his mind. “I have never felt so safe about being vulnerable in regards to my feelings. I have never felt so good, this… good, until you came into my life. N- not just in the sexual aspect of things of course-” He was at loss as he felt like he was choosing the wrong words to describe what he feels…

…But you knew what he meant through all of the anxiousness and the stuttering.

You simply just knew.

“Breathe,” You smiled endearingly. Gaara’s eyes softened as a small smile graced his lips.

“I… I love you.” He whispered gently, as if you were the most fragile thing in his world at the moment, and maybe you’ll always be, to him. “Y/N… I love you.”

You leaned your forward to press a soft kiss, “and I love you,” you muttered against his lips with a smile before kissing his lips tenderly; closing your eyes to take every bit of adoration and love that you two were cocooning each other in as you both of you drifted into your very own world.

“Can I make you feel good this time?” Gaara whispered in between your kisses.

“Yes, please.” You replied weakly as you exposed your naked neck to him, his kisses starting to travel down, nibbling on it softly before taking it in to suck it tenderly, making you mewl. “Gaara…”

“Please,” Gaara begged, licking your neck up towards the spot below your ear before nipping on your earlobe. “Anything. Tell me anything, please. I’ll do it for you.” Gaara placed his hand on top of your chest, as he gently massaged your breast; his other hand running down all over your skin as it explored the warmthness of your body. He dove his head downwards, as he softly took in your hardened nipple into his mouth. Gaara shot a look back to your heavy-lidded eyes as he allowed you to have a small peak of how his tongue toyed around with your stiff nub before taking it in once again, closing his eyes as he sucked it slowly and firmly.

“I want you to fuck me on your desk,” You whimpered breathily under his touch as his thumb and forefinger started to rub your other nipple in circles; while his mouth continued to suck, lick and kiss your other breast. “Do I deserve to get fucked by you now, Lord Kazekage? Has your slut pleased you enough?” You moaned in bliss as you ran your fingertips across his scalp, earning a soft groan from Gaara.

Gaara motioned himself to stand up, holding you by your wrist and your waist to hoist you up from the floor as well at the same time. You felt the edge of the table against your lower back as Gaara continued to press his body against yours. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss, Gaara obliging to your initiative happily as he let you take the lead. You sucked his lower lip before sneaking your tongue inside his mouth, pulling him deeper into you as you swirled it around, sliding it against the roof of his mouth using a light pressure, the sneaky tickle made Gaara’s eye widen in surprise. You took back your tongue, smirking in between your kisses against his lips.

“Bend over for me,” Gaara whispered breathily against your ear, his dark tone sending shivers down your spine. You spun around obligingly to his request, your heart pounding loudly against your chest, more than curious to see where Gaara was going to drag you in this time. You lowered the upper half your body until you felt your breasts press against the cold, wooden furniture; your self-consciousness creeping slowly throughout the rest of your body as you realized how compromising your position was. You felt Gaara shift behind your back, and you gasped softly when you felt his warm hand behind the back of your left knee, urging you to place it above the desk. “Climb over the desk, Y/N,” His voice was dripping with arousal, as the shifting of your position continued to reveal your lustful wetness before his eyes. He did the same thing with your other leg, leaving you with carrying the weight of your body on all fours above his desk.

Gaara’s chest tightened, as your indecent position shamelessly divulged your dripping core before his eyes. He furrowed his forehead, his cock starting to twitch once again as he saw how your pussy and the innerside of your thighs glistened witth overflowing lubrication. Gaara has never seen you so fucking wet like this before, and his stomach fluttered at the thought that this was the direct outcome of having your mouth lewdly fucked earlier. It baffled him to his very core, and it aroused him beyond his understanding. There’s no coming back from it; no, not when he sees you like this; getting wet and aroused like this after being used by him without even touching you at the moment to return the favor just yet.

If this is what it has to take to have you roll your eyes back and scream, to crave him and his touch so much you’ll shamelessly beg him to shatter you into nothing but a wanton shards of yourself, desperate to cum again and again all over him, if this is what it takes to please every inch of you, he will do it.

And you better be prepared to take all of it.

Gaara pressed his palms flat down your lower back before running it softly on opposite sides of your waist, pressing his thumbs in a circling, firm motion, as if he was giving you a massage to ease the tension in your body. You moaned softly, arching the small of your back as you allowed him to relax the knots on your muscles. He ran the pressure along the length of your back, pressing in circles once again he held you by your shoulders. “Gaara, that feels so good.”

You felt him move behind you. You bit your lip in anticipation as the the warm gush of his breathe fanned against the back your neck. “I’m glad that you like it,” He whispered into your ear. “I can’t promise that your body won’t feel sore after I fuck you, so let me massage you again once when we get back home.”

“Shit,” You whispered breathily at his sly remark, feeling the formation of his smirk against the side of your jaw after hearing your audible reaction.

Gaara pressed his lips against the skin of your back, tracing a line of kisses down your spine ever so slowly as you gasped with every bit of anticipation he’s planting inside of you. You felt a sharp warmness cover your cheeks when you felt his hands spread your cheeks to reveal your throbbing, wet pussy; hearing him curse under his breathe as he saw how it swelled and pulsed from so much unattended arousal. Gaara dropped on his knees, wrapping his forearms around your thighs before pulling you closer to him abruptly, earning a surprised gasp from your mouth. You steadied yourself by holding onto the edge of the table. Your knees were now placed above Gaara’s shoulder, making the angle better for him in ensuring an easier access to your core.

You felt the firm tip of his tongue run a line from your inner thighs, Gaara sucking the skin softly into his mouth before moving up his tongue towards your sopping pussy. Gaara played with the excess lubrication in his mouth with his tongue, swallowing it satisfyingly as his cock swelled harder from your taste. When the sharpness of your mind caught up with what he was about to do, your face blushed red.

Gaara wrapped his forearms tighter around your thighs before delving his face deeper into your core, pressing his tongue flat against the lips before sharpening the tip to trace a line down towards your clitoris, Gaara pressed the flat area just before the tip of his tongue to rub your clit in circles, before gradually speeding up the swishing his tongue from right to left in order to stimulate the hardening nub more, making you mewl his name in pleasure. “Gaara, oh… fuck…” Gaara readjusts his angle as he sucked your throbbing clit into his mouth, increasing the firmness deliberately and circling it with the tip of his tongue in between, making you moan his name louder.

He retreated his tongue back, retracing its path reversely as he tried to insert his tongue your core, before going back once again to play with your clit. He closed his eyes, the visible bobbing up and down of the adam’s apple on his throat continued to show as he swallowed and gulped down on your drenched pussy like he couldn’t get enough of it. He dug his nails softly into the suppleness of your thighs as he leaned his face deeper and deeper into your arousal, your wetness starting to stain the area around his lips and his chin as he frantically shook his head left and right, back and forth, growing wilder and wilder as his name continued to roll from your tongue alongside your pleasure-soaked moans.

You snaked your hand backwards, your fingers blindly searching for his locks. When you felt his hair, you instinctively grabbed a fist of it before shoving his face deeper towards you. Gaara groaned desperately against your pussy, feeling the increase in the amount of precum dripping from his cock. “Gaara… shit,” You moaned as his tongue play got more eager and rougher; you could almost hear the gulp down of his throat as he greedily swallowed all of you. “Gaara, please… please, I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me.”

Gaara’s cock twitched in response to your desperate begging. He gave your pussy a last, firm lick before he loosened his grip around your thighs, returning your knees to press above the desk once again as you shakingly tried to maintain your position steadily. Gaara groaned as he saw your juices trickled from your core down to his table, embedding another vivid imagery in his head as the strict concentration that he so desperately tries to maintain in his office has began to crumble apart for worse; his office would no longer be the same, as he will always be reminded of the filthy things that this room has housed. The fact that it reeks off of the stench of sex drove him straight to the edge.

You felt his lips against your back, the rock hard silhouette of his throbbing cock pressing a defined outline against your ass. You felt his middle finger trace a line down your sopping slick, up and down, slowly, before inserting it inside your hole. Gaara traced circles along the velvety walls, stirring the inside of your pussy to tease you harder before inserting another digit inside, making a schlick sound as your pussy swallowed his fingers whole, earning a smirk from Gaara. “Fuck you? Not yet, my love. Don’t be so hasty, I am not going to run away from you.”

“No, Gaara!” You protested, the overpowering strength of your desire beginning to stir your thought process from the inside out. “I need it now, I need it. Just do it, please.”

You heard a tsk from Gaara, making you gasp in surprise when he yanked your hair backwards with his fist, not enough to hurt you, but just enough to remind you to listen to him. “And I told you, not. yet.” His voice deep, his tone sounding a little pissed. Your knees softened immediately at his response, making you swallow down your disagreement. He released his grip on your hair, grabbing you by your chin to redirect your face towards him. “If you apologize nicely, I might give you something worthy to moan about.”

“No,” You retorted playfully, shaking your head to shrug his grip on your chin. The angrier he gets, the rougher he becomes, and the better it ends for both of you. If he was going to drag this long, you’ll drag it even longer just to piss him off.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” He caught up, his tone getting an octave lower.

“I don’t know, Lord Kazekage. Am I?”

Gaara clenched his jaw.

Fine.

You were going to have it, but it’s going to be according to his terms.

And he no longer gives a fuck, you will enjoy it, he’s damn beyond desperate to ensure that you will.

You moaned in surprise when Gaara suddenly reinserted his fingers once again; not even allowing you to breathe as he went straight to work. A satisfying sigh left you as you cocked your head towards your side, directly facing Gaara’s stoic face. “Oh, getting rough this time?” You slyly whispered, a cry of pleasure interjecting as you barely finished your question when you felt Gaara’s fingers stimulated your walls, pumping his digits calculatingly rough and deep, occasionally stirring his fingers in between.  

“Yes,” He replied, “And you’re going to enjoy it like that.”

The wet stirring noises continued to echo inside his dead silent office, as you continued to moan helplessly under his touch. Gaara suckled on the skin of your shoulder, moaning deep against you as you continued to cry out his name in lustfully in pleasure. “Open your mouth,” Gaara ordered as you felt his other hand against your cheeks. He frantically inserted his fingers into your mouth, earning a lewd moan from you. “Suck it.”

You hollowed your cheeks around his forefinger and middle finger as you sucked on it diligently before releasing it with a pop. Gaara groaned, “It’s not wet enough, slut. Spit on it and suck it again the way you’d do such with my cock.” You shut your eyes close in embarrassment as his words, complemented by the fact that he was still fingering your pussy from behind, continued to bathe your body in burning desire. You obediently spat on his fingers before taking it inside your wet, hot mouth once again; bobbing your head up and down, sucking it good and firm before releasing it once again.

“Good girl,” Gaara complimented as he pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek.  

An inaudible gasp left your mouth hanging open when Gaara snaked his hand down your stomach, his dripping forefinger and middle finger reaching out to rub your clit in circles, earning a high-pitched whine from you. Your thighs began to writhe and lose its stability as Gaara continued to play with your pussy both ways from pumping his fingers in, to rubbing your stiff nub off of its itch.

Fuck, his fingers were beyond soaked. Your juices continued to dribble down, even the coating the back of his hand as you moaned helplessly under him. “You’re fucking dripping.” He whispered into you ear, his breathy voice sending goosebumps all over your skin. “Begging me to play with your pussy while you’re bending over like that inside my office; you really are something else, Y/N.”

You didn’t even have it in you to reply back as you were literally lost in your own carnal pleasure. You pressed your cheek against the furniture as you continued to surrender your writhing body to Gaara, moaning his name desperately as he diligently continued to fiddle with your wanton cunt with his fingers. “Don’t stop, please, please-“

You were beyond soaking wet that strings of your lubrication began to cling to his knuckles as he pumped his fingers in and out. The motion of rubbing in your clit in circles was so smooth due to the excess lubrication that continued to seep out from your core. You have reached your limit, your breathing hitched as moaning even began to become harder to produce. “Gaara, Gaara, fuck I’m cumming!”

Gaara retreated his drenched fingers your pussy, borrowing some of your excess wetness to rub his cock up and down as he continued to stimulate your clit without any slight delay.

“Fuck! Oh, oh, don’t stop!“ You hissed loudly when your orgasm ripped through your body, your eyes widening in shock when Gaara slowly inserted his cock and then slamming it midway inside your pulsating pussy during the highest heights of your orgasm, making him groan in pleasure as your walls violently clamped down on the thickness of his cock, vigorously squeezing every bit of his throbbing hardness; your velvety walls continued to writhe uncontrollably around him as your mind-blowing climax continued to rip you apart.

Gaara bit his lip so hard he could almost taste a sting of iron on his tongue, his rubbing motion against your clit getting sloppier as he tried to maintain his composure behind you. You felt his forehead drop against the your shoulder, his exasperated breathing loud as you milked his dick tight and firm. Gaara allowed you to live the rest of your orgasm as your body convulsed beneath him, a whine leaking from his mouth when you rocked your hips back and forth to extend the remains of your climax.

“Gaara, please,” You moaned helplessly, surrendering your body to him as he towered over your body behind you, “Please, I’m begging you… fuck me now.” You pleaded as you started to grind your ass against his crotch in a circling motion to rile him up, the shamelessness of having yourself act like a feral in heat no longer concerning you.

Gaara retreated back his cock from your sopping hole, grinding the length of its body across your slit to coat every inch of himself with your wetness. Gaara hissed in the teasing pleasure he was giving himself as you groaned back at him, feeling the spongy tip of his cock hit your clitoris teasingly as he continued to grind against you. Gaara pressed his thumb down the base of his cock to redirect its point towards your dripping arousal, gently ushering the tip of his cock, the slight stretch making you dizzy in anticipation. He took back his hardness once again to rub it against your drenched slit, making you groan in frustration. “You’re too mean, Gaara. Are you aware of that?” You mewled softly.

Despite the mind-numbing arousal he was bathing himself in, Gaara couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how cute you sounded like, all frustrated and hungry for his touch. “I’m sorry, my love. Let me make it up to you.” He whispered into your ear before grabbing the base of his dick, ever so slowly thrusting himself into you without any form of teasing this time. Gaara kissed the roundness of your shoulder to ease you.

Gaara knew you liked it exactly like that.

You wouldn’t even try to hide it, there was a sense of undeniable euphoria during that initial stretch of finally having his cock slowly penetrate your pussy after all that generous foreplay that Gaara ensures he delivers. Fucking hell, he knew exactly how to curve his fingers to make you scream, he knew perfectly how to make your body shake and tremble in pleasure using his mouth and lips, he’d stick and bend his tongue to your selfish liking, and the next time you ride his thigh, he’ll clench his muscles firm to give you something much more stiff to rub against, but fuck… his cock.. it really was something else, and no amount of verbal means could ever allow you to explain how satisfying it is to be finally filled to the brim with his girth as your mouth slowly drops open in satisfaction after all that teasing he makes you go through.

The anticipation and the rush complimenting the commencing pressure of having something hot and fleshly stiff slowly usher itself to fill the void inside you just feels so perfect… so right.

“Y/N,” Gaara breathed into your ear as he released a sigh from his chest, his face contorting into a newfound pleasure as he finally finished driving the rest of his length into your soaking core. He planted small pecking kisses on the side of your face, “Are you okay?”

A sigh ripped from your chest satisfyingly, “Yes, Gaara. You can move now…”

Gaara retreated his hips backwards before slamming firmer into your pussy once again, the impact earning a gasp from you as it launched your body forward. He dragged his cock backwards before halting midway, only to thrust once again into your core. Gaara moaned softly under his breath, pressing his nose against your neck to take in your scent before running the tip of nose towards your back, shifting in place and standing once again.

Gaara stretched his back to release the knots and the tension on his mucles; eyeing the complication of your position; thinking that you’re probably in need of a stretch as well. “Let me help you-“ He pressed a hand on your left thigh as he assisted you to plant your foot against the floor once again, doing the same thing with your other leg. Your thighs and your knees really did start to feel numb, to be honest. You mumbled a soft thank you to him, blushing at the fact of how caring he was of you. Your brief, appreciation phase for your lover was cut short when he started plunging his cock once again into your soaking cunt; making you a mind-blanked, moaning mess again.

He placed his hands on your cheeks, spreading them wide open for his selfish view as he took in the sight of how your drenched pussy continued swallowed his cock whole, making him curse to himself at how raw and lewd it was to see something so carnal like that. He squeezed your ass, the suppleness of your body in contrast to his own just continuously increasing the lust inside him. He couldn’t help but stifle a groan when he saw how it sexily bounced against his lower abdomen with each thrust that his hips deliver. The steady pace of wet-slapping noises tore through the quietness of Gaara’s office, consorted by your lewd moaning and his heavy breathing as he continued to thrust his hardness into your sopping core. “G- Gaara…” you mewled softly, your ability to string coherent sentences beginning to deterotiate more and more, “just like that, just like that, oh…”

Gaara dragged his pressed-down palms to your waist to grip you in place as he continued to shove his hips back and forth, not so fast, yet not so slow either, just at the perfect blend of wanting to hook you into the addicting sensation of being filled up until your brain no longer recognizes anything but his cock, and to be thoroughly fucked by it until both of you disintegrate into nothing but vessels of your sated, carnal desires.

It’s only been a week, for fuck’s sake, but ever since you and Gaara started having sexual intercourse, it was as if you had developed an unsatiable craving; a lustful, penchant taste for his emotionally-raw and physically-animalistic way of loving you. Every little detail was simply just… beautiful. The burning warmth of his body, how he tries to desperately cling to his breathing as he softly pants with a slight-open mouth; how he tries to suppress his moans by biting his lower lip; the audible exasperation from so much pleasure in his breathy, husky groans; the pressure of having his body weigh and pin you down; everything. Everything was intoxicating about him and you were so desperate for it, it almost scared you. Little did you know, the same concern was plaguing Gaara as well.

He had always thought that his sexual drive was low. He didn’t crave for it as much as other men in his age did. Hell, even the act of masturbation was seen as a way of easing his tension, releasing his stress; he never really did such out of pure lust. But ever since you made him feel the utmost form of intimacy of what it’s like for someone to touch you, to care for you, to make love to you, he simply just couldn’t get enough of it. The fact that he retains such lucid imagery in his mind hinder his chances permanently of running away from his shrouded desires. You might not believe him, but he thinks about sex as much as you do, he’s just better at controlling himself. The literal act itself isn’t the thing he craves the most, though; it had always been you.

All above that, there was something almost surreal about the fact that there will always be a deep-seated, honest romance behind even the most salacious acts that both of you end up committing. You could be riding his mouth behind the statues of the former Kazekages inside their main headquarters, slapping him and pulling his hair as you cum all over his pretty face and, still have it in him for his chest to tighten as he tries to not say how much he loves you every single minute as you fuck his face selfishly.

You could hear the adamant panting from your behind as Gaara shut his eyes tight; raking his hand through his sweat-dampened locks to move it away from blocking his view. He wiped the back of hand against the beads of sweat on his forehead as the unyielding, soft, breathy groans continued to rip from his throat. He was beginning to unconciously dig his nails down the softness of your body as the raw pleasure continued to penetrate every inch of his being. He could feel his cock being stimulated and choked on all possible angles as your walls continued to suck him in greedily with every thrust. How your ass continued to jiggle uncontrollably against his body struck another sliver of newly-found desire in him. Before his consciousness even catches up to his lust-controlled thought process, he smacked his palm against your backside; eliciting a sharp, slapping sound against your skin, making you cry out in pleasure.

Fuck.

“Gaara,” You mewled breathily, cocking your head frantically to look back at him, but you were hindered by the angle since Gaara was standing straight behind you. You groaned exasperatedly as he continued to ram his cock inside you, the thickness of his girth satisfyingly parting your sopping flesh apart as he stretched you deliciously open again and again; and all of that was amplified into an another degree of euphoria as you felt the soft hiss of pain evaporating from the spot he spanked earlier. “Do it again, please!“

The blunt sound of having his skin slap against yours jolted him awake as he realized what he just did. He could see the slight tinge of pink forming on your ass. His chest tightened, as your pleas began to crumble what’s left of his resolve to not do it again. Stop pleading like that. He no longer has it in him to cling onto his rational thinking, not when your milking his cock hungrily like that, not when your pussy is still getting hotter and hotter around his hardness despite of the already unbearable heat that was continuing to weaken his knees.

“Lord Kazekage!” You moaned lustfully as you felt his cock swelled bigger inside you. Shit, you were beyond feral at this point. There was something so unadulteratedly lewd in the way he was ramming his cock inside you from behind, as the angle of your position enabled the spongy tip of his dick to continuously hit and rub against your sweet spot, again and again. He was hitting deeper notes inside you that you didn’t even know existed and your thought process began to twist and turn into a mindless manifestation of your unsatiable hunger for his sex. Gaara, Gaara, Gaara. He was all you could think about and the way he was satifyingly scratching the mind-fucking itch inside of you. “Please, spank your slut again!” You growled desperately, arching your back deeper, offering yourself wantonly to him as your mouth dropped in euphoria.

“Shit, Y/N,” Gaara shut his eyes tight in arousal as a louder groan escaped his swollen-red lips. Fuck, this sex feels too primal, it feels too sinfully raw, and that’s the very reason why he couldn’t stop his body from sinking deeper into you. The soft glisten of sweat on the graceful curve of your back, the mess of your hair, the untameable bouncing of the suppleness of your ass slapping against his loins; how the strings of your wetness clung desperately towards his groin, it was all too much for him, but he couldn’t pull away from it, he just can’t. He might be a little shy about this whole messing around in his office the next morning, but there’s no denying it, he fucking likes it, he gets off of the vulgarity of it; and if you were to beg him to slap your ass once again to increase his sense of being the sexually filthy Kazekage that he really is, he will gladly do it.

Slap!

“Fuck, more!”

Slap!

“Gaara!” You hissed, as the contrasting pain continued to take your raw bliss into an another degree of euphoria. “More!”

 Slap! Slap! Slap!

He groaned loudly as he saw your ass flushed red, toppled by a soft edge outlining the shape of his hand. It appealed to his sense of possessiveness, and once again, he had discovered another hidden sexual preference inside of him. Fuck, you look so beautiful like that, being marked up to remind you that you were his, and you were his alone. He’d wonder if you’d also have a taste for marking him up as much as he does. As long as you wanted it, he would be there to offer himself to whatever pleases you, because at the very same time of it all, he was yours.

Gaara’s throat was clawing desperately at his debillitating ability to breathe. His voice was growing huskier and frantic with every passing moment, his pace was getting sloppier, and his body was starting to lose its stability. He leaned his body downwards, pressing his chin down against your shoulder as strings of curses continued to left his panting mouth.

Your body writhed uncontrollably below him, and you could feel the familiar knot inside your stomach starting to form. This feels good, fuck, it feels too good. His thrusts felt certainly deeper this time in comparison to the other positions both of you used to do. You could feel exactly how his hot, pulsating cock rubbed against the tightness of your walls like he was scratching the pent up lust out of your pussy. Each time he retreats his dick, only for him to ram it inside once again in the most satisfying way of stretching your flesh perfectly to accommodate him like missing puzzle piece; it was beyond perfect, it was a whole new world of euphoria.

Gaara placed his elbow on your right shoulder, pressing his forearm down the horizontal plane of your shoulders as he placed his grip on your left shoulder to hold you in place. The tightness in his lower abdomen was starting to feel more intense, and he could tell that he was nearing his end. Gaara shoved his fingers inside his mouth, sucking it lewdly before snaking it down to rub your clit.

You screamed blissfully as you jolted awake at the sudden intrusion of a deeper form of pleasure, shocking Gaara at how loud you were. Getting caught? To hell with that. No one was going to steal away your ecstasy from you and you were going to relish on it selfishly as much as it pleases you. As much as Gaara wants to spoil you rotten, to let you have your way, it was simply too risky to allow you screaming his name like that.

And he knew exactly what to do.

He abruptly pulled his fingers away from your clit, his hand panickingly searching around his desk. When he found what he was looking for, he grabbed it immediately, and without any warning, he stuffed it inside your mouth.

How he even managed to think about doing such thing was beyond him. But nevertheless, he still went on with it.

…And now you were moaning muffledly against the rumpled gag of your panties.

Shit, this is starting to get way too kinky, isn’t it?

Gaara’s fingers made its way back into your clit, rubbing it in circles as he increased the speed and firmness deliberately to ease you into it. You shut your eyes tightly as you bit down against the fabric, your jaw clenching hard. You placed your hand on his biceps, digging your nails into his skin as you struggled harder to breathe. Gaara felt the walls of your pussy starting to get unbelievably tighter, and the way he was toying with your clit mercilessly felt like your walls were vibrating uncontrollably around his cock.

“Y/N,” He whispered breathily through his soft moans, “Y/N, look at me,”

You redirected your face towards your side to face him, and you saw how flushed he was, his face and his neck was glistening in sweat. Fuck, his face was contorting in so much bliss and you swallowed every bit of it. He scrunched his eyes close, focusing intently on holding back his orgasm before cracking them open once again. His hands were too busy, and he didn’t want to miss even the smallest beat of your euphoria, so he leaned his face closer, and used his teeth to bite on the fabric to free your dirty, loud mouth off of the fabric gag once again. “A- are you going to cum, my love?”

You nodded at him with your eyes closed, “Yes, Gaara, it feels so good.”

“M- me too,” He moaned back, a satisfied sigh leaving his throat, “Fuck, your pussy feels so hot and tight right now. I- I don’t think I-“ He groaned exasperatedly against your ear, as restraining himself from cumming began to blur for worse. His thrusts began to grew sharper and faster, his hips becoming sloppier and shakier by the minute. “W- where do you want me to cum?”

“Please, I want it inside me, Lord Kazekage. I want all of it inside me.” You mewled erotically.

Your mind suddenly began to go blank, as his thrusts got more eager and deeper, you could feel your toes curling against the floor. The way your nipples started to rub against his table, turning them into hardened peaks, added another form of ecstasy in the mix. You bathed both Gaara’s cock and his fingers lasciviously with your wetness as your arousal started to hit its highest points, making Gaara groan into your ear. Fuck, Gaara was more than determined to make you cum before he does; everything you have begged him to do before to make you feel good surged in him all of the sudden. He licked and suckled on the skin of your neck, licking it up towards your ear. He bit your earlobe as he frantically planted desperate kisses against your jaw. There was only too much that you could take, and his efforts were more than well-received. “Gaara, Gaara, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum-“

And so was he. Holy fuck, his cock started to hurt from holding back but he was more concerned about you. There’s only one thing left to do to ensure that you’ll cum so hard you’d roll your eyes back.  

“Are you the Lord Kazekage’s slut, Y/N? I want you to fucking say it like you’re proud of it.”

“I am, I am! Ohhh, fuck! So good, so good!“

“You are? You are what?” He groaned desperately against you. “Say it completely loud and clear.”

“I- I am the Lord Kazekage’s slut!”

“Again!”

“I am the Lord Kazekage’s slut!  I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Fuck, Ga-“ He frantically swallowed what remains unsaid of your statement as he took your mouth into him, intertwining his tongue against you desperately, moaning loudly into your mouth as you squeezed his cock tight, your soul-numbing orgasm dawning upon your body so heavy you felt like you were going to collapse completely if you weren’t leaning against his table.

Fuck, Gaara was still thrusting his cock inside, breaking your sense of reality as you pulled back from his kiss to let a lustful, greedy scream of his title. Gaara quickly grabbed the rumpled underwear once again before stuffing it inside your cavern, pressing his palm against your mouth firmly as his legs lost its composure. Shit, there was something about cutting off your ability to express your utmost pleasure that send another wave of desire into him. You sounded good like that, it was as if your moans continued to fight through the muffling gag and the tight cover of his palm. “Y/N, I’m c-cumming,” An uncontrollably, loud moan leaked past Gaara’s lips, the panic immediately setting inside him, making him sink his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his moans as he shot his thick load deep into your womb. His orgasm rocked his concentration on rubbing your clit, his motion becoming sloppier and shaky as he unintentionally ended up pressing his fingers harder against your nub, eliciting a shock of pleasure into your convulsing pussy. Your body writhed desperately below him as you felt how his cock throbbed and pulsed inside you, as your dragged out orgasm continued to suck the cum out of his dick deep into you. “Fuck, so tight-“ Gaara’s mumble of pleasure disappeared into the air as the violent gush of hot air coming from his mouth continued to slam against the skin of your neck. Gaara retreated his hips backwards, and a gush of cum clung onto his hardness, resulting into some of it dripping down on his desk. He groaned eagerly before ramming his cock once, twice, and a last, firm thrust for the third time until his back completely lost his sense of balance, his full weight crashing down on you. He quickly stabilized himself by pressing a palm down the desk, whispering a soft apology through his rapid breathing. He retreated his softening cock from your pussy satisfyingly, and you moaned muffledly against the gag as you felt some of his thick load drip down from your pulsing pussy.

Gaara did not wait for himself to calm down. He quickly stood on his feet so that he could help you, as it looked like you were too wrecked out of it to my by yourself. “Y/N, come here,” Gaara mumbled softly, his chest still heaving up and down as he helped you turn around. A blush quickly stained his cheeks when he saw your face. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, a slight dribble of spit leaking past the corner of your mouth. “I’m sorry-“ Gaara shyly removed the fabric gag from your mouth, stuffing the underwear into his pocket. His eyes were met by your amused look as you raised a brow at him, making him avoid your gaze when he realized what he just did. “No, i- it’s not like that.”

“You steal my underwear,” You breathed loudly as a soft giggle ripped from your chest. “and you use it to gag my mouth while you’re fucking me. Y- you really don’t look like it, Gaara. I’m still shocked.” You laughed at him.

“I’m sorry-“

“Stop apologizing.” You smiled at him reassuringly as you propped your elbows behind you. “You do know that I liked it.”

Gaara couldn’t help a slight smirk on his lips.

“The gag stays longer next time, then.”

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“Are you sure you can walk?”

“Gaara, I have been walking for 10 minutes.”

“But… you do know that I could carry you right now if you tell me so, right?”

“We’re like… in front of our doorstep?”

“So? I could carry you to our bedroom.”

“Gaara-“ You smiled at him reassuringly, running down your grip from his wrist down to his palms, intertwining your finger with his. “I’m okay, alright?”

Gaara sighed defeatedly, his eyes tad bit worried as he shoved the key into the doorknob. The familiar click rang in your ears, and the comforting scent of your home washed over you. You breathed in deeply before letting a satisfied sigh leave your chest.

Gaara locked the door behind him, and within a second, you felt his arms gently wrap its way around you. He buried his face down the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent once again. “Gaara, I’m sweaty-“ You felt his head shook against you in disagreement, making you smile softly.

“Can you eat?” Gaara mumbled softly against your skin.

“Of course?” You spun around, giggling confusingly at his weird question. “I’m actually hungry now. Did you bring the paper bag?”

“Yes,” Gaara placed the bag in view. “What I meant with my question is, can you eat by yourself? I wouldn’t oppose to feeding you while you’re lying down on the couch or the bed, I know that you’re body feels sore; you need the rest. Do you have your preferences?”

“Why are you treating me like I’m your baby, Gaara?” You teased playfully, pinching his cheek gently.

“Because you are… my baby.” He tried to said it seriously, but both of you cracked a laugh at the same time for how cheesy it was. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. That was awful.”

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to plant a soft kiss against his smiling lips. Gaara placed his hand on both sides of your face before planting a kiss on your forehead in return. He pulled you closer to him once again, as if no amount of hugs and kisses could ever surmount how much he longed for you. He pressed his forehead against yours, smiling ever so gently before you. “I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you, Gaara.” You closed your eyes to lean in for a slow and soft kiss. You nibbled on his lower lip gently before pulling back and nuzzling your face on his neck.

And that was it.

Nothing has ever felt so fittingly perfect until now. His scent, his warmth, the soft hum in his chest vibrating against yours, how protected and safe you feel like inside his arms.

He was the exact manifestation of what it was like to finally come home after a long day at work, after being away for so long, and after experiencing the harshness of the world; he was the calming sense of love and security. He was warmth, the safety, the peace.

He was simply just… home.

And beyond the walls he has built around himself for the longest time he has ever known.

He knew it, as well.

You were his home.

“I think I know now where I want to eat.” You mumbled against his neck.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ll sit on your lap and feed you as well at the same time. I don’t want to eat alone.”

Gaara laughed softly. “Alright, fine by me.”

[soliavenne]

When I see @soliavenne updating again

When I see @rollercoasterofdicks hit me up on my ask box it feels like coming home I literally disintegrate and cry

[soliavenne]

U r back!!!! Missed you when will you post behind closed doors part 2 I've been waiting for it for long.

Hii!! I could post it in 30 minutes or in an hour!! Lemme check it up real quick haha. Thank you so much for being this dedicated to that fic of mine. <333

[soliavenne]

Hiiiiiii I miss you

Bb Kaliaa hiii it's been so looonggg! 🥺🥺🥺 I missed you too!! How are you doing right now? hugsss 🥺

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in other news I love and miss @soliavenne and their absolutely immaculate precious energy ✨

[soliavenne]

YOU’RE SO SWEETTT I LOVE YOU SMM I MISSED YOU TOOO adasjkdajsd “absolutely immaculate precious energy” I’m flustereeed 🥺🥺🥺 I hope you’re doing great!! <33 

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[soliavenne]

what would having a family with gaara would be like?

Having a family with Gaara/Gaara as a Dad

*cue dorky dad gaara*

A life with Gaara would be mostly domestic and comfortable. He's not a very outgoing parent with the initiative for camping outdoors, but at least once or twice a year, he would bring you and the kids alongside him on diplomatic visits on a good note (but if he has to focus on his job or it's a serious matter, he would not- but would always make sure he has something for you and the kid/s when he gets home. Kankuro is the only one he can rely on when it comes to the gifts, so chances are those gifts can be a little too unique, weird or advanced for the kids to understand and he knows this tendency, so there's always a compensatory backup through food.

Gaara is quite the worried dad at first, especially during the infancy to toddler stage. You could tell how nervous he is by just how gentle he is when he is carrying the baby. Gaara almost whispers when he tries to communicate with the baby, and would immediately look for you when they cry. As time passes by, he would at least be comfortable enough to lull them back to sleep by his own. He hums a lot while he gently rocks the baby, and rest assured that the night shift of taking care of the kid is something you can entrust to him wholeheartedly. You would see a new kind of softness in his personality, and surprisingly enough he bonds very well with them in their own humming communicative way.

During toddler years, he grows a little firm in order to instil discipline. He believes that the independence of the child should be fostered, but with safety and logic- so knee pads and kid-proofed corners is a must. He has a picture in his phone focused on your kid's tiny little hand wrapped around his index finger while they were practicing to walk. Gaara enjoys the company of his family inside his office, and he has been guilty of reading his financial documents to his kids to lull them back to napping to kill two birds in one stone in that one time he was running out of time in finishing his paper works while still having to take care of the baby.

Now in the pre-teens/teenager stage, he would be a little lost again- and might seem a little distant. He is just so worried, honestly- and is overthinking a lot of things. He wants to do everything for his kid- like encourage independence, but keep them safe, but not too safe(?) that his children might think he's underestimating them, but not too dangerous that his children might think he doesn't care. Goodness, he is getting a little old, there's a lot of changes that his kids are into that he's getting a little too old to understand. But he will always try. He wants to be there for them so much, but he's also afraid of being an overbearing parent. He is surprisingly supportive as long as the kids back up their decisions with conviction. It's so confusing for him, and there will be a lot of communication problems at some point- but overall, he would always be there as much as he can for his family.

[soliavenne]

Whenever I'm in a really fluffy Gaara mood I reread your long fic

Aww, thank you so much! It makes me happy that I made something you can keep coming back to. 🥰🥰 I hope you have a nice day today!