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aaizawashouta · 1 year

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Take It Off

pairing: kankuro x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

summary: it's been six months since you've last seen each other. you can't help but wonder if he's still yours like you are his. (modern!au)

warnings: smut (18+, minors dni) oral (female receiving), fingering, p in v, cream pie

a/n: this is my first fic ever for this show. I am on my second re-watch of Naruto, so lord, be gracious if anything is out of character.

It’s humid outside, the air clinging to your skin much like the dress you have on. Your heels click against the pavement as they carry you two blocks over. You aren’t close enough to hear the music, but gods, could you feel the bass. It’s the first party to kick off the summer. The sand siblings held a party every year and this one was no different. Well, maybe a little different. The weight of the necklace around your neck is a reminder of just how different everything really was.

The crowd is thick, the air intoxicating. Hungry eyes devour your being as you walk into the familiar home. The sound of your name catches your attention. A sly smile making its way on your face. All your favorite people are here. Your chest tightens a little. Sakura and Ino wrap you in a hug, compliments on your appearance pouring out of them. A bone crushing hug comes from behind you, venom on your tongue ready to bite when you turn to see Naruto. It dies, and all you can do is accept the affection he’s so graciously giving you.

Voices talk over each other, some getting lost in the music. But you know what’s being said. Talks of adventures, and completed missions. The relief of finally being home. The smile never leaves you as you partake in the conversation, you’ve been tucked up into Kiba’s side, his arm thrown lazily over your shoulder. Your best friend since damn near birth, it comes to no surprise that he’s missed you. Sighing, you turn your head, there is no ignoring the knowing gaze of Gaara. He’s been watching you since you got here, Temari too, just a lot more discreet.

“You’re going to leave a scar from your stare burning into my face.”

“You need a drink.”

The both of you stare at each other for a moment. The bass of the music vibrates through you.

“Naruto,” you call, breaking Gaara’s gaze. The blonde perks up at your attention. “Come.”

Normally Kiba would be at your side when it comes to this kind of thing, but that’d be a little too obvious this time. You hear Kiba laugh as Naruto makes his way to your side. If sunshine could be bottled into a person, he’d be it. He’s literally buzzing with energy. Eyes bright and slightly glassy, his signature grin taking up his face.

“Let’s get a drink,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to you.

He nods, leading the way. His giant body parts the crowd a lot easier than you would’ve. His mouth is moving, but you can’t make out the words he says. His free hand flies as he talks, his whole body animated, eager to get his words out. It makes your lips quirk as you watch him. He really is a nice guy, a little clueless and impulsive, but nice nonetheless. If your heart wasn’t already taken by someone else, you could see yourself being completely owned by someone like him.

It’s in the kitchen when he lets go of your hand, lips brushing against your ear to ask what you’d like to drink. You barely hear him over your raging heartbeat. He’s here. Kankuro. He’s right there leaning against the counter, bottle in hand, looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It isn’t him that’s getting you worked up though. No, it's the girl that’s hanging on him, doing her best to appear meek whilst shoving her tits in his face. Your nails dig crescent shapes into your palms, teeth biting into your cheek. Huh, maybe things are different now. Naruto, your saving grace, calls your name. You're thankful you were able to look away before you got caught staring. As if you aren’t embarrassed enough.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Whatever is sweet and in a capped bottle, Naru.”

Your smile is sugary sweet when he winks at you. You fiddle with the chain around your neck, almost tempted to take it off. It went from being your hail mary to something that’s condemning you right back to hell. Maybe you made yourself a little too much of a target tonight. Your mind is attacking you and nothing has even happened. You pull slightly at the hem of your dress. It’s tight and it’s not moving—you knew what you were doing.

A snicker has you looking up. Instead of looking at the girl whose nose is the air with the audacity to judge you, your eyes meet his. A gasp gets lodged in your throat, making you choke on your breath. Fingers clinging onto the heavy metal that rests against your chest.

“Don’t think he’ll find what you’re wanting.” Her nasally voice mocks. “It’s rough or nothing around here.”

Your lips push in thought. This girl has no idea who you are. You aren’t here by word of mouth like most people. She has no idea a key to this house sits next to your own on the keychain in your purse. This castle welcomes you in, no matter what.

“Here, sweetheart.” Naruto says as he saunters up to you. “Easy to find when there’s four cases with your name written on it. Gaara really went all out for you tonight.”

Gaara. You need a drink. That’s why he’s in charge around here, you suppose. The guy just always knows. A light laugh escapes you. Naruto smiles at you quizzically, not completely understanding, but happy to see you happy. He really is contagious. Kankuro stiffens, you’re not sure if it’s from your laughter or the fact that Naruto is pressed tightly against you. Either way, you can see how he straightens, shaking the girl off him, his stare never leaving your face.

Ignoring him the best you can, you push on your tiptoes and lightly place a kiss upon Naruto’s cheek. You grin when heat blossoms instantly across his cheeks. “Thank you. Now come on, before Kiba hunts me down for a game of beer pong.”

One of the reasons you hate when Kiba hunts you down for beer pong is the fact that you guys never fucking lose. You’re a dynamic duo, carrying each other like a proper team should. Lee and Naruto are on the side of the table, frustration pouring out of both of them. Sweat beads along your hairline. Your hairdo long since forgotten due to the humidity; it’s now pulled up held loosely in a clip at the back of your head. There’s three cups left on the table, two for you and one for Lee and Naruto. It’s your turn to get the winning shot. You step into position, flicking the access water off the ball when you feel it. The heat of his stare. It’s taking in every inch of you never pausing for more than a moment. There’s nothing you can do other than freeze under such scrutiny.

Kiba calls your name, but you can barely hear him. Your gaze locks onto Kankuro’s. His eyes are blazing. Emotions swirling like a typhoon, desperate to drown you. He’s moving through the sea of bodies, shoulders knocking into others without even a backwards glance. He’s heading towards you and there isn’t much you can do.

Tearing your gaze from his, you squeeze your eyes shut. One, two, three. One, two, three. You can do this. Taking a deep breath, your eyes open, almost stumbling back because Kiba’s right in your face staring at you with a deadpan look.

“What?” You snap.

“What do you mean, ‘what?’ Throw the goddamn ball and win the game. You can fuck him later.”

Your lips part as your eyes narrow. “Listen here, mutt—”

“Don’t act like you guys weren’t just eye fucking each other.” Kiba rolls his eyes. “Plus, if you don’t, I’ll lose fifty bucks to Shikamaru. So help me out, huh?”

You don’t even know what to say. What can you say? He not only called you out on your bullshit, but Kankuro’s too. Kiba smirks, patting the top of your head before moving out of your way. All water, no cup. Lee and Naruto moan at their loss, again, as they down their drinks. Kiba howls, kissing your cheek causing you to squirm away from him. He knows you’re annoyed with him and is trying to be cute.

“I need some air.”

“Two more games,”

“Kiba! Shika is right there, use him. I need to breathe.”

You don’t miss his knowing smirk as you turn and head for the backyard. It’s drastically more quiet and you welcome it. There’s a few people out here, most taking a smoke. Your hand twitches, you should have snagged one from Shikamaru when you were inside. You walk around the yard, pulled deeper into the backyard where the edge of the yard meets the sparse trees. A light laugh escapes you when the sight of an old, roughly put together fort comes into view. Instantly you know it was Gaara’s, a place he could hide when he was younger.

A shriek comes from behind you, a hand flies to your chest as you jump. Gods, you’re wound so tight, the fresh air you were so desperate to get isn’t helping you now. If anything, you’re desperate to go home and wash the night off of you. The more you linger, the more you feel like it’s been a mistake. Even if Gaara and Temari think otherwise. You finger your necklace, the thought of taking it off and leaving it behind dances in your mind once again.

How mad would he be? Would he honestly be surprised? Does it fucking matter? Yes. It does. Because you love him. You’re a goddamn idiot in love with a bigger idiot.

Groaning, your head falls back, clip loosening, hair falling to frame your face. Yeah, it’s time to go home. Four cases of your favorite drink and you only made it through one. You’re only a little bitter about it. Tonight was supposed to be fun. He’s standing behind you when you finally make yourself turn to head inside. His presence makes you pause, eyes widening as your stare meets his. It’s quiet as you both watch each other, neither of you sure of the next move to make. It breaks your heart a little.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you reply, voice light.

“Had a feeling I’d find you out here.”

He leans forward, handing you a bottle. Your lips twitch. You know it in your heart of hearts that it wasn’t fucking Gaara who made sure that your favorite drink was on hand. Rough or nothing around here. You snort, not when it comes to you.

“You been busy?” you ask, taking a pull as a distraction. Whatever will keep you busy. He’s got you on edge, you don’t need to show him just how exposed your nerves are. There’s double meaning to your words, let’s see if he answers honestly.

“Seemed that way, huh?” He laughs as he shakes his head. “No. Gaara’s been keeping us all busy.” You believe him. Kankuro has no reason to lie, especially about that. “So, you and Naruto, huh?”

He takes a step closer, eyes watching you closely. He’s close enough now that you can feel his body heat. His right hand brushes yours, pinky linking with yours before letting go. Your disappointment only lasts a second, soon his fingers are wrapping around your wrist, feeling how your heart beats for him.

“So, still falling for the bait, huh?” You laugh.

His eyebrow quirks at your grin. “Normally it’s Kiba.”

“I got smart.”

Kankuro nods, a small smirk tugging on his lips. It’s turning into a game, making you go from anxious to excited. You step into him this time, your chest brushing against his. It still amazes you just how much bigger he is than you.

“Always such a tease, puppet.” You gulp down a mixture of fear and desire as he applies more pressure to your wrist, your pulse racing madly in between his fingers.

He looks down at you, eyes dancing with mirth before they trail down the rest of you. It’s only a second or two when he pulls you in closer as his hand raises to your chest. You can’t help the strangled gasp that leaves you in a rush when his fingers pull at the necklace around your neck. Lightly, they trace over your skin, making you breakout in goosebumps despite the heat.

“That’s my name.”

“It is.”

“Around your fucking neck.”

“Yes.”

He looks so baffled. It’s almost cute. “Kuro, I haven’t ever belonged to anyone else.”

The door shuts behind you, your back slams into the knob causing you to hiss. You feel Kankuro huff against your neck as he holds back a laugh. Sliding a hand up his neck, your fingers tangle in his hair. There’s no hiding your smile when he groans.

“Baby,” the word is muffled against your skin. “You’re killin’ me.”

“Can always make it worse,”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Your mouth at his neck before placing your lips at his ear. “I’m not wearing anything underneath all this.”

“What the fuck,”

You lean backwards, resting your head on the door. “You know what else?”

“Hmm?”

“I wore this dress just so you could take it off.”

“It’ll end up on the floor, baby. Might just rip the fucking thing off.”

In a smooth, quick movement, Kankuro goes to the floor. heat licks up your spine.You see his small smirk, large hands trailing up and down your bare thighs. You’d done a lot of things before, but never this.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, baby.”

He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, breathing shallow, watching him as his hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. You can’t stop the moan when he kisses your ankle. You can’t help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. You’ve been his since for as long as you've known him. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“You're fucking soaked, babe. Fuck, bet you taste real sweet, huh?”

“Sweet as honey.” It comes out in a sigh.

“That’s fucking right.”

You clench around nothing. Kankuro’s voice was raw, deeper than you’d ever heard it. He gave nothing else before diving in. You moan, your head falling back against the door again. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.

“Baby,”

You huff, but nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. It’s like he’s done this before. Or at least thought about it. That thought does something to you. Thinking about Kankuro having thoughts about devouring you whole. You have to tell him, god, you have to tell him.

“Kuro,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Baby.” He says voice thick with arousal. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his teeth and it is exquisite. You whisper his name again, wanting him to look at you, to see you. Want him to know that you’ve only been a mess like this because of him. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, your hips buck, rubbing yourself across his lips and chin.

“Hey, I got you.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it.

You feel like you’re drowning. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that can’t be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.

“You taste so good, baby. So fucking perfect for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s because I’m made for you.”

Kankuro groans at your words. Fingers digging into your exposed thigh. You’re right on the edge. Just a little bit more. A simple push and—you cry out when his thumb brushes against your clit in a perfect circle. The perfect pressure and you're flying.

“Oh my god,”

He groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, taking everything you’ve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.

“Kuro—Kankuro, no. Please.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Be a nice puppet for me, please. One more, just one more.”

It shoots straight to your core. You’re desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips. Good girl. Of course you’d be his good girl. Whatever kept him here with you is what you’d be.

You're dripping down your thighs. You know it’s all over his face, dripping down his chin. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his lips. He’s shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. You hum into it, opening up to let him explore your mouth. Licking into him, you taste yourself. Odd, different, but not unpleasant. You're distracted when his fingers pump into you, curling into that spongy part of you that you can’t even reach. It hits fast and hard.

Kankuro’s chuckling to himself when he stands to his feet.

Your eyes narrow as your breath evens out. “Got something to say, Kuro?”

He grabs your hand and presses it against his groin. Even through the fabric of his jeans you can tell that he’s hard as steel and burning hot. “I think I’ve done enough with my mouth, hmm?”

“You going take me to bed, or fuck me against the door?”

His eyes darken at your words. “Baby I don’t know if I want to fuck you so hard the neighbors know my name, or fuck you to where you’re stupid for my cock and my cock only.”

You don’t say much as you get dragged over to his bed. Clothes are tossed on the floor. Kankuro curses under his breath when you pull your top off, his hands pulling you to him so he can suck a nipple into his mouth. You sigh with the building pleasure, hands combing through his dark locks.

“This won’t be gentle, I don’t know if I can be easy with you right now.”

“Are you warning me?”

Kankuro levels you with a look. “It’s been a while, babe.”

You trail your gaze over him from his head to his toes, lingering where his hand was working his length. “I think I’ll be okay. I know how to handle you. Always have.”

You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his sensitive skin and he shivers. You fall back against the bed watching as he climbs over you. His dick nudges the soaked folds of your cunt.

“Come on Kuro,” you say softly, arching your back to lift your hips. “Ruin me, I want it.”

And you know he wants to.

“You’re too good to me,” his voice is thick with want.

Slowly he sinks into you. He’s too big. Fuck, he’s so big. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, causing him to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, relaxing yourself with every slow thrust he makes until he’s at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” You hiss as he sits snug. You need a moment.

With a deep breath you nod, giving him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Kankuro,” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders.

He nods. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are deep, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. Kankuro looks at you and your heart flips in your chest. It’s like he’s truly looking at you for the first time. He’s looking at you like he’s in love. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and open your eyes. “Eyes on me, baby.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips. You’re waiting for him to break. Any second now. He muffles out curses, a hand trailing up and wrapping around your neck. The action has your eyes rolling back before you snap them open. Your walls flutter around him, and his grip tightens. A knowing looking glinting in his eye. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound erupting in the silent room.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Kankuro, fuck,”

“What is it?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I need it.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Alright, alright.”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. You can’t remember the last time it was ever like this. Swallowing, you know that’s a lie. It’s always been him. He’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your walls.

He's finally picked up his rhythm. Hammering into you, each deep stroke better than the last. Your orgasm takes you by surprise. You lurch against him when you moan. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“Fuck, puppet. Missed the feeling of you on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. Heavy breaths that bounce around the empty room. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. Kankuro readjusts, moving you to where you are firmly planted on his thighs, giving him a better angle. You’re bouncing with each thrust from his cock now. He’s deep, so deep you can see the bulge of him in your tummy. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You got one more for me?”

He knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. Just like he said he would. He loves when you get like this. He loves it even more because you asked for it. You move, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re puffy and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Kankuro is there. He holds you into place, lips grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it all, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. You feel the drag of his necklace when he lifts his head to trail kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You pull him on top of you, hugging him tightly to you. You bask in the feel of him. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he tells you and you just smile.

“Always.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I missed you, baby. Always miss you.”

You swallow suddenly feeling shy. Kankuro pulls himself up, pushing loose strands of hair out of your face. He looks at you, really looks at you. Eyes roaming all over your face. He doesn’t miss a thing, never has. He knows you like the back of his hand.

“What is it?”

“Six months, Kuro. Six months of nothing from you. Then I come home to a leech on your arm.”

Even after he’s fucked you silly your feelings are hurt. Almost like a bratty little kid that didn’t get what you wanted. It didn’t matter that you had a point. He had all the time in the world to tell you he missed you, but he waited until you were right on the verge of giving up. He may be a master of puppets, but you don’t like being played with.

“You’re right. I should’ve made you a priority. I’m sorry.”

It’s not what you want, but for now, it’ll be good enough.

#kankuro x reader #kankuro x you #kankuro one shot #kankuro smut #kankuro fanfic #kankuro fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

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lifeafterartsch00l · 29 days

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🍥Sns fic recs🍅

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Oxigen's overrated by TheMidnightSong

I love love love “Sasuke returns to Konoha” fics. Ive probably read like 200 of them and i would love to read 200 more. I 🍽️ it up!

Shout out to the latest chapter in this sweet & spicy fic! So well paced. They are so into each other. Hot enough to fry an egg on. Nominating for a smut award 👑 (Im making it a thing).

*Still thinking about chapter*

…what were we talking about again?

“Chapters: 9/?

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Tsunade (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Dai-nana-han | Team 7 Ensemble (Naruto), Uchiha Sasuke, Kyuubi | Nine-tails | Kurama, Haruno Sakura, Ninjas of Konohagakure, Konoha 11 Ensemble (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Post-War, Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Fix-It, Ending Fix, Uchiha Sasuke-centric, POV Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke Returns to Konoha, Uzumaki Naruto is in Love with Uchiha Sasuke, Boys In Love, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, sasuke actually wants to become better, One-Sided Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura Needs a Hug, Eventual Smut, Post-Chapter 699 (Naruto), Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, Blank Period (Naruto), Drugs Made Them Do It, Drug Use, Drunk Sex, Getting Together, After Party, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, sasuke never went to jail, Uzumaki Naruto is Bad at Feelings, naruto is actually super in love, But he doesn't know how to handle it

Summary: After the war, Kakashi, the now Sixth Hokage, sees necessary for Sasuke to continue his recovery with Naruto, and puts him in charge of this task. At first, Sasuke has no problem with the idea, but he begins to notice strange behaviors in his friend, things that make him doubt about the relationship”

Detox (20 years together series) by wedonotsow

Dark, kinky modern au. A wonderful writer, authentic-feeling experiences ❤️ Bittersweet with happy ending. 🖤🌶️ also Naruto owns a restaurant in this one and I like to imagine him like Carmie from the Bear 😂 yes chef 😉

“Chapters: 10/10

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto - Relationship

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi, Karin (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Rehabilitation, True Love, Rough Sex, Pain, Drug Addiction, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Recovery, Love, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Face Slapping, references to bloodplay, Anal Sex, Healthy Relationships, Angst with a Happy Ending, Shibari, Domestic Fluff

Series: Part 2 of 20 years together AU

Summary: Naruto thought that he'd experienced it all. After 20 years of enmeshed history and 10 years in a committed relationship, they had endured death, betrayal, violence, and even jail; but always inexplicably tied in solid foundation of unconditional love.

Nothing could break them. Naruto had been sure of it. That is: until Sasuke was forced into rehab for a drug addition he had been hiding. To overcome these latest demons they must confront the deepest, darkest parts of themselves. Even the stuff that really, really hurts.

Good thing they are so used to enduring pain”

Let the world burn by newtaste

I like to think this fic is like Bridgerton with teeth. Very sexy and smart with class struggle & character development. The romance is so well done 🔥💙

“Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Nara Shikamaru/Temari

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Nara Shikamaru, Uchiha Itachi, Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Hinata, Hyuuga Neji, Sai (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Temari (Naruto), Hatake Kakashi, Deidara (Naruto), Sarutobi Konohamaru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Slow Burn, Yaoi, Enemies to Lovers, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Uchiha Sasuke-centric, Period-Typical Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, First Time, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Uchiha Sasuke is one of the most eligible bachelors in Konoha, looking for a successful marriage. He is an elitist, a conservative duke who hates people who do not abide by the rules of society.

Uzumaki Naruto is a rebel, a mere commoner, who plans to revolutionize the system that favours only the rich.

When they accidentally meet at the spring ball, none of them suspects their beliefs would be shaken to their core.

The story takes place sometime in the middle of the nineteenth century, in a European setting, during the industrial revolution. Slow burn”

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stopthebig3 · 4 months

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Sakura stans still message Swagkage their hate when he made the video "Why People Hate Sakura so much" that has millions of views even though this video was uploaded in 2017. They talked about how he was so biased and didn't understood her character. Guy gets harassed because they can't understand how awful Sakura's character is.

Sakura is a character they like so not surprised it made them mad. It would be nice if they didn't harass people but it's not gonna change, they harass even the anime staff.

What is funny about Swagkage's video about Sakura is that it's not even biased. He's way nicer to her than most other people who make videos on her. He did not even meant to make a video dunking on her, because he prefers to make videos about fights but since he made a video "top 5 naruto characters I like the least" a lot of people were protesting why he didn't include Sakura. It seems to be because he doesn't care about her much, but due to those comments he made a video explaining WHY people hate Sakura. And the reasons are valid. I would add to the list but it was still good.

He did not use any misogynist insults, he didn't comment on her looks, he didn't complain that she's not into Naruto romantically. He simply pointed out how useless and underwhelming she is when it comes to battles and how it makes her look pathetic, how she is a bad friend, how her obsession on Sasuke is unreasonable and annoying.

youtube

I can't find the original video (did he hide it due to hate or what?) but there are many reactions to the video that show the video on full in case anyone wants to see what we are talking about.

In some of his other videos he says things like he was rooting for Sakura during her fight with Ino (something I disagree with) and I never see him "bash" her so there is not much bias in my opinion.

One part of the video I'll copy here that people who compare Sakura to side characters that barely get any screentime fail to understand

"on top of that Sakura is placed in many important situations where she practically does nothing to contribute"

^^This here is something really important. Yes Rock Lee, Kiba, Shino or Tenten do not get to do much but would they have failed as massively or make as stupid decisions as Sakura has done if they were placed on the same situations? No, because the side characters use those smaller moments they get rather well, and do not do stupid things. If you look at Temari, I can't think of any stupid moment from her. Same with Shikamaru (I'm talking battle wise, you can argue about his personality all you want).

"additionally, the scope of some of the stuff she attempts to do, just to prove she is indeed useful, which serves no purpose other than to satisfy her own ego is far too massive for somebody with her capabilities. She always aims too high and still expects the best outcome"

^^Also an extremely good point.

I remember last time I saw Swagkage's Sakura video, it had 146,000 likes. That is way more than the tweets defending here on twitter get.

#anti sakura

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 6 months

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Can I ask, if you have top favorite romantic couples (can be canon or non canon) of all time from any media? Why love them? Thx :D

... now this, took a minute to answer in some ways. There a lot of ships I like, so this was really easy and hard to answer at the same time. Some ships it was an immediate yep yep and others I had to go '... but is it a fav of all time, though?" But I think I got it narrowed down.

So here we go, fav ships of all time from any media, no particular order. I didn't get any specific no. to do so I'll just list a handful until I can't think of any others. (Anyone who comes across this that sees a ship on here you don't like and feels the need to say something about it, stay in your lane this ain't about your opinions it's about mine.)

The main FMA ships

Arakawa Hiromu, nigga, you cooked. Imma just put the FMA ships as one and leave it there because if I do it separately, we'll be here all day. But if you wanna see me diving into why I like these ships in a manic ramble, here's a post I made on that here. The romance in FMA is literally a category and a discussion all on its own that I can go about on for hours. FMA has the best romances in shounen so anyone who has consumed FMA will know what I'm talking about. Like, whenever anyone tries to use a manga being 'shounen' to justify shitty romantic writing, I point at FMA's brilliant riding. An animanga's demographic is not an excuse for terrible executions in romance. EdWin, RoyAi, LingFan, AlMei and all the side ships drank and left no molecules.

NaruSaku

Toxic shippers, again, stay in your lane, I don't feel like dealing with y'all any day. I have been shipping this shit for years, always have, always will. Ignore the fact I ship Sakura with literally everyone from the Akatsuki to Hinata to Sai to Shikamaru. (Y'all I used to look up Kisame/Sakura fics, unironically TAT). (Same for Naruto honestly, I've shipped him with Sasuke, Ino, Temari, Tenten, the list goes on and on.) The way Sakura goes from finding Naruto annoying to almost dying multiple times to keep him safe, I will never EVER be over that. Naruto's love going from puppy to something as passionately red as the thread of fate itself. The MinaKushi parallels. I have a lot (and I mean a lot) of ships in Naruto pertaining to these two, but NaruSaku is my absolute favorite. Like it was literally confirmed that Sakura got over Sasuke and then it got retconned for some bullshit. Saying it with my whole chest, argue with a wall, it should have been them. I won't dog any other ships, but yeah, it should have been them. 699 chapters of Naruto being in love with one woman, I sing the praises everyday.

SakuHina

Hinata's prince charming is literally Sakura. I have a whole ass fic I am slowly, painstakingly writing about what Naruto would have been like if Hinata had a crush on Sakura the whole time. I just think they're really cute together, have amazing chemistry and balance each other out. I didn't expect to like SakuHina as much as I did but here we are.

Kyoru

I mentioned it before in another answered ask but Fruits Basket was my first manga (if you're curious what my first anime was, it was Yu Yu Hakusho) and Kyoru was probably my first OTP. There are two characters I think upon so many rewatches and rereads that were prime game for who Kyo and Tohru could have ended up with had things been different (which, I do really ship as well. Multishipper here guys) but I'm not mad about the endgames that we got. From start to finish, Kyo and Tohru's relationship is beautiful and you can feel how strongly they feel for one another. It's like, wow, Takaya really gave us one of the best ships in shoujo and didn't even apologize for it.

Klance

Red + Blue = True. They had chemistry, supplemented for what the other lacked and we really don't need to have me diving into the bs that was VLD. That show wasn't even out long, my god, it was a mess.

NeuviFuri

Should I explain to you the romanticism of Hydro x Hydro? Oof how I love them. A Genshin ship after my own heart, truly. But if anyone is trying to against MiHoyoverse (I was here from the Mihoyo days, leave me alone) in terms of seeing who ships NeuviFuri more, we all lose. They literally paid people to do an ice dancing program in NeuviFuri cosplay, paid a guy to make a companion piece to Furina's song from Neuvillette's perspective and several other animations concerning their relationship in some way. But the Mihoyoverse shenanigans aside, it's the build up of 400+ years of working together, the care they still have for one another and yes the complementary abilities and color palettes. Not enough time in the day to talk about them, I don't think.

AriDante

Almost thought I wouldn't have a gif for them, then I remembered THEY GOT A MOVIE. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe is one of my favorite books in the world. I have reread it once a year religiously since 2017 when I first discovered it. This is such a beautiful novel and relationship and if you haven't had the pleasure of reading it or the sequel, please do yourself a favor and buy it or rent it from your local library. It's just, the way Ari has been in love with Dante for so long and didn't even realize it but it's so, so clear to the reader because of just how he talks and describes him? I don't even want to go to deep into this one just in case there's someone here that hasn't read this book because it deserves to be read and experienced blind. Just, just please y'all read it.

#look she's answering #anon #animanga thoughts #royai #edwin #lingfan #almei #narusaku #sakuhina #kyoru #klance #neuvifuri #aridante

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The GaaNaru Letters (part 3/?)

Part 1 Part 2

Dear Gaara,

I'm back in the village. You were right-- it was Tsunade that Pervy Sage was talking about. She's an old hag, but really strong. Oh, and Pervy Sage's name is Jiraiya. He's the one who taught me how to summon toads! He's supposed to be a legendary ninja, but he's really just a pervert.

Orochimaru-bastard was trying to get at Granny Tsunade too. We had to fight him, and it was my second time almost getting eaten by a giant snake. It was so gross!! But on the bright side, I mastered this awesome new jutsu that Pervy Sage taught me. It's called 'rasengan'. The old hag thought it was too tough for me to do, but I bet her I could master in in a week AND I DID! How awesome am I right now? I want to try it against your sand next time we see each other.

What I didn't have time to say last time is that your dad sucks. A lot. I know he's dead and everything and you're not supposed to say bad things about dead people, but what you said about him just makes me so angry!! How is it your fault that your mom died when you were born? Babies can't do anything about stuff like that. And it's not like you signed up for Shukaku either. What a jerk!

Bushy Brows is doing better now that Granny is here. She's doing a surgery for him, and then he can really get back on his feet. Everyone is doubting that he can be a shinobi again, but they're wrong. He won't stop until he's back in fighting shape, I know it. Sasuke woke up today, but he hasn't said anything yet. That bastard better fix his attitude soon, because he's upsetting Sakura-chan with his sulking.

I don't know why those guys are after us. Were you able to get your sensei to look into it? Also, how are things going with your siblings? It's good that they don't want to hit you. Family shouldn't hurt each other. You asked if they could be blamed for resenting you and I think... I don't know, kinda? I think they should know that your dad was so unfair to you. Even if you were scary, they're still your family, and if they weren't gonna give you a chance then why should you give them a chance, you know? But it sounds like they're giving you one now?

Sincerely, Naruto Uzumaki

PS: It doesn't count as you kicking my ass because you're the one who backed down! :p

Naruto Uzumaki,

I would like you to elaborate on the giant snake.

It is astounding to me that you refer to two of the measurably greatest ninja of our time as "old hag" and "Pervy Sage." I suppose the saying that familiarity breeds contempt is true-- though you don't seem to regard them with contempt. Tsunade has reached out to the council here in the Sand, and work is underway to repair the relationship between our two villages.

I am interested in this new jutsu. Your repertoire seemed somewhat limited when we fought, though it does not seem to be a problem for you with the amount of chakra you have. And, of course, I should not speak too much- I use my sand almost exclusively in battle.

I do not know Uchiha well, but I know his eyes. I know what silence means with them. Be careful with him, Naruto.

My siblings are... well. Giving me a chance, as you say. Kankuro has made a point of asking me to train with him. Well, he says train with him, but it is more him demonstrating his puppets to me. I have smashed many of them in the past, but I no longer wish to do so. He is very proud of them, and he should be-- ninja puppets require fine chakra control, and he is very skilled. I never noticed how skilled before. It is as though I am seeing him with new eyes. Temari has introduced me to her ferret summons, and has taken to preparing juice for Kankuro and I when we return from training. Kankuro complains that she is treating us like children, but is always happy for his juice. He contradicts himself like this often, I've noticed.

I am strangely grateful for your sentiments regarding my father. It is probably best that you do not speak them to my siblings, however.

Does Rock Lee hate m I had Temari tell Baki that she'd heard rumors about the Akatsuki, and the council is investigating. No one will know where she actually heard the rumors from. Now that our villages are collaborating, hopefully we will be sharing information freely as it comes.

I went for a walk as the sun set last night, and came to a noodle shop. The owner saw me and closed the windows. I have frightened her before. A child's ball landed at my feet. I saw him looking for it. I kicked it back towards him, and he thanked me. His mother pulled him away, but did not stop him from waving goodbye. Is this hope? I do not want to keep fostering fear within my village, but even my presence terrifies most of them. I cannot help but wonder- what would you do in place, Naruto Uzumaki?

Sincerely, Gaara of the Desert

PS: What does " :p " mean?

Dear Gaara,

The giant snakes are from Orochimaru. He's a FREAK with them. The first time was in the Forest of Death during the Chunin exam- that evil bastard had snuck in and attacked us. That's when he gave Sasuke that curse mark on his neck. The second time was when I was with Pervy Sage and Granny Tsunade. I broke a bone that time-- the snakes were so, so, so big. Like bigger than buildings! And slimy inside.

Sasuke has been acting kind of weird since the curse mark thing, and now he's acting even weirder. I guess it kind of makes sense. This isn't classified or anything so I can tell you- one of the Akatsuki that attacked me was Sasuke's brother, who also killed his whole clan! Having that happen when he was little is a big part of why Sasuke is such a jerk. But I understand him, you know? He was left alone. And Itachi's sharingan eye is different from Sasuke's and scrambled his head and that's why Granny Tsunade had to help him.

Sasuke is angry about Itachi, is what I'm saying. Even more than usual. If I can get him to sit and talk to me, I think maybe I should tell him about why his brother was after me. Sasuke and Sakura-chan don't know about Kyuubi, no one my age does. I guess I'm kind of scared to tell them. Even though they're my teammates and I trust them, I just don't want them to look at me different. But Sasuke is so angry. Is that what you meant by being careful with him? Sasuke wouldn't ACTUALLY hurt me, you know? Not any more than I would hurt him if we fought!

You use a lot of big words-- I had to look up "repertoire". Also- hey! There's lots of different uses for shadow clones, you know. I don't think it should count as limited. Also learning new jutsu is kind of hard for me, so I just try to get really really food at the ones I am good at. Besides, you also saw my summoning jutsu! And you didn't see my Sexy Jutsu.

Also, I don't feel contempt at all. I just tell it like it is. I had to look that one up too.

About people being afraid of you- I think a lot of the time, people are scared of things that are bigger than them, or things that they don't understand. People hate that sometimes. Lots of people in the village hates me, and it used to be lots more when I was younger. But little by little I'm getting people to see me. It all started with Mr. Ichiraku at the Ramen stand. Then Sasuke and Iruka-sensei. Just show them that you're not a monster. And to show them, you have to let them see you. I guess if I were you, I'd be pretty hurt. But I would go back to the noodle shop and buy noodles. Or maybe go find another place where they let me in and eat there. Then people can see that I'm not so bad! If you're not so mysterious, there's not a lot to be scared of.

There are some people who like mysterious. Like all the girls who think Sasuke is cute because they aren't around him enough to know that he's an asshole under those cheekbones.

Sincerely, Naruto Uzumaki

PS: :p is me sticking my tongue out! I wanted you to know since you can't see my face. I hope I can see your face again sometime!

Part 4

#gaanaru #sabaku no gaara #naruto uzumaki #naruto fanfiction #sam writes stuff #next one will probably post-sasuke leaving #also i am going to include some filler stuff in this #because naruto has a lot of filler #and some of it is actually really good

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bandsandwristbands · 1 month

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A post with questions - please tell me more about headcanons with piercings 👁️ 🫦 👁️ who is the big spoon/little spoon too

HEWWOOOOOO 💕💕💕💕

boy i hope this is about gaara and or lee cuz thats what im talkin bout

omg so piercings

Firstly i hc piercings as very normal/relevent in Suna with different ones popular for different types of ceremony! More 'casual' ones for coming of age (like ears, lips, eyebrows etc), more ornate ones for spiritual devotion/religious reasons (Things like more fragile dermals, stretching, specific types of metal or crystals represented in the jewelry would be indicative of status as well) Also probably personally assigned meanings to signify marriage or familial status.

Also also tattoos and henna are popular for similar reasons

OKAY onto Gaara specific hcs

I think Temari pierced his ears for him shortly after the chuunin exams. Two sets to represent his siblings and the relationship with them that he is now starting to fix. (Yada yada healing physically while healing damaged connections yadayada) Plus it's something to bond over mutual interest.

Belly piercing cuz i said so idk if you want gender hcs but short of it is it makes him feel pretty lol

I think he'd show interest in piercings/body mods to try and connect with his people and culture more in pursuit of Kazekage office but also would be about Him trying to practice controlling his sand in response to pain. Between hosting a demon and being treated like a weapon most of his life, Gaara probably struggles with feeling present or in control of his body so having agency over his own pain and how he gets to present would be cathartic.

Others ones that I like on him in general but may be ooc to some are tongue, smiley, or corset but they're all good really 👌👌

Others

Temari def has a belly piercing tooo as well as lots of ear piercings (helix on one side probably for shikamaru, daith, like three on the lobe)

Temari also pierces any Konohan homies who show interest (Mostly the girls, she def pierced Ino's nips lolll)

Kankuro has his whole face done basically (Tongue, snake bites, all three on the nose, an eyebrow my cringe goth king)

Lee is unpierced for practical reasons, with the way he's constantly moving, fighting, getting injured it'd be a bit anxiety inducing to worry about it. He thinks they're very cool tho and really appreciates the cultural significance. He can be convinced once he and Gaara are married uwu

Lee does get done up with traditional henna at the pressure from the locals because it's a warrior thing and when in rome yknow. Plus Gaara is real gay about it. Seeing his culture all over Lee has him all mushy inside.

All three sand sibs go all out during festivals with the ornate body jewelry because they're allowed to express themselves in an official way without the council being a bunch of squares. Flexing the kage wealth a bit lol.

((I don't have any art for this rn cuz I'm including it in Lore Art for a behemoth fic I started that I hope to god i finish in a reasonable time lol))

Anyways they take turns with spooning, they both want to just curl up and disappear into each other although Gaara big spooning is more like a backpack, Lee sprawls and Gaara clings (touch starved headass)

#gaara #gaalee #leegaa #sand siblings #ask #hcs #ajshhhjdakjask I love infodumping #i fear rejection but my urge to never stfu remains stronger #Ily bestie kissin your lil head #non-rau

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spatio-rift · 1 month

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9/10 and 24/25 :3

Yesss thank you Smiles so sweetly. 💙

9. worst part of canon: we all know about this... taka(+orochimaru)s characterization thrown away in the war for jokes or to act as plot devices... i fear i may never forgive kishimoto. the atmosphere wasnt so tense that we needed karin to be crazy about sasuke again + that overt about wanting sasuke to bite her (?!). why is suigetsu acting like he wasnt captured and experimented on by orochimaru but worked for him like karin. why is juugo acting like sasuke is kimimaro when he clearly made the difference before. orochimarus weirdass change of heart because we needed the hokages to show up. or even suigetsu randomly stumbling upon a convenient scroll detailing how to undo shiki fuujin and his first thought (before he meets sasuke again) is to pocket it because it would be useful for sasuke?? like why was it in suigetsus hideout of all places. why does suigetsu even know what it means. im sorry i just dont think orochimaru discussed the matter of his arms & the first 4 hokages souls over the vivisection table and i dont believe sasuke ever brought it up during hebitaka because WHY WOULD HEEE. etc etc etc like am i making sense? they really are just there to move the plot along and play out a joke once in a while. nothing about what happened when taka separated matters at all in the war theyre barely even characters

10. worst part of fanon: 100% the tendency to make everyone friends i think its so boring!!! like in what world are taka invited to karuis wedding? in what world is karin a guest star on the real housewives of konoha (=joining them for brunch). what exactly do temari and karin have in common other than both having the Kishimoto Woman Personality Type #1.

its so much more fun to have characters who just cant stand each other. naruto dislikes taka for literally no reason and its hilarious we should keep it that way. no way im ever believing karui genuinely befriends sakura i think they should HATE having to see each other all the time because their girls are besties. it will always feel more natural &balanced to me + im more inclined to believe 2 characters whove never talked to each other could be great friends if youve also considered who they DONT mesh with at all.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse: im trying to remember the sort of discourse ive seen on twitter… but i think i will be boring and say like anything about sakura honestly and especially her relationship with sasuke. the only thing i can think about rn is her fake confession to naruto i dont know what about it gets people going THAT much but they are naastyyy about it.

discourse about Saradas REAL Mom i also steer clear of as much as i can. disgusting. nasty. rancid. i hate that its still a thing people argue about in 2024

you could literally say anything about a naruto woman and it will bring up disgusting discourse honestly

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing: i cant remember anything specific and i know i will feel silly right after posting because like 5 different things will immediately come back to me. here are a few

-> that sasukes ending sucks but everything could be fixed if he got to travel the world with taka. because he #DeservesIt. no the fuck he doesnttttt he should go on his own since he wants them to leave him alone so much.

-> i guess more generally all the complaints about narutos ending SPECIFICALLY about everyone getting married and having kids. i really dont careeee the kids are cute the pairings were set in stone from the beginning everyone is happy. im happy. who give a shit.

also its not exactly a complaint but every other comment on any kind of naruto side content (like sasuke retsuden manga etc) being like "this is awesome not like that trash boruto" SHUT UP!!!! i understand not liking the story of boruto and i understand feeling disappointed by it as a sequel to naruto but you dont have to bring it up all the time!! just move on!!! ignore it!!! you will be much happier!!!

#why did it take me like 2 hours to answer 4 questions 😭#im too much of a yapper this is crazy #why did i get so mad at the end.... the hate got to me

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vote-gaara · 2 years

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[CYOA - NSFW] "Beach Body"- Gaara x Fem Reader

Author's note: Only thing I have to say is that the fluff is a feature, not a bug. Please let me know if you like this one (or if you want me to produce more). You can also read on Ao3

How to Read:

Choose Your Own Adventure (CYOA) puts you, the reader, in charge of your own destiny!

This fic is broken down into “Chapters” that need to be read for the story to make sense. At the end of each of these Chapters you get to decide where the story goes by choosing from a set of “Options”. Select your Option then scroll down to its matching header for your unique experience. Once you are finished reading your Option, continue on to the next Chapter. Repeat this process until you’re finished!

CYOA is a fun, interactive way to experience fan fiction! Read the fic once while choosing options that are right for you, or re-read it over and over again to experience all the details…The choice is yours…Enjoy! Y/N = Your Name

Summary:

Gaara x (fem) reader.

As Kazekage, Gaara works long, hard, hours for the sake of his village. Although his uptight, workaholic, attitude has helped to improve his reputation, it has offered little time to sit back, relax and enjoy the sunny - or hotter - side of life. Now with his 22nd birthday coming up, his brother and sister have generously given him an all-inclusive beach vacation at a private resort. Little does Gaara know that his real birthday gift is his long term crush - you! - and your fantastic beach body.

Are you going to show him what it really means by all-inclusive, or will you tease the poor man while he’s trying to enjoy this rare opportunity for leisure?

Chapter #1 - Arriving at The Beach

“Maybe this was going to be more enjoyable than expected.”

Gaara stood on the boardwalk, looking down at the perfectly soft white sand of the beach, the sun warm and welcoming overhead in the cloudless sky. He had to admit, he hadn’t been expecting to be gifted - or forced - to go to the beach for his birthday, and he had been a little reluctant at first.

“Come on, Gaara, we already booked the resort! All expenses and fun paid for,” Kankuro had said in his conjuling tone just one week prior. He was standing next to the Kazekage’s desk, brandishing a brochure that highlighted all of the resort's best features. “You haven’t done anything for the first twenty-one birthdays, let’s make this one the exception, okay?”

Gaara let out a sigh, “I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t know if I can be away from the village for that long -”

Suddenly the door to the office opened with a clank and Temari stepped in with a stack of business papers. “Gaara, the council is wai-” She announced, stopping dead in her tracks as both of her brothers looked up at her. Temari’s eyes narrowed at the brochure Kankuro had clutched in his hand; a look of annoyance taking hold of her face.

“Are you idiots seriously still debating this?!” She roared abruptly and forcefully, and thus setting the record firmly straight. They were going to the resort.

Now Gaara could feel the gentle breeze through his gorgeous red hair, and all his reluctance began to melt away in the sun’s warm rays.

“Where do you think we should set up our stuff?”

Gaara turned around to see you next to him, a folding chair under your arm and a smile across your pretty face. He had been very surprised when he first saw you standing with your luggage at the train station, and even more surprised still when Temari had sauntered up to you, greeting you with a big hug. Gaara had watched as the two of you grinned at each other, a mischievous look that only those who were thick as thieves could share with each other.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind,” Temari had said back to him at the station, one arm wrapped around her old friend’s shoulder, “Y/N, is coming along for the trip…Hopefully the two of you get along.”

Now Gaara had you standing next to him, watching him expectantly. You were wearing a swimsuit coverup, a beautiful purple robe that flowed perfectly from your body’s best features. It was modest but still left just enough room to titillate the imagination; a fact that Gaara tried to push out of his mind. He had always been a little nervous around you because of the years-long crush he had developed, and he didn’t need any embarrassing run-ins while he was trying to relax.

“Let’s try over there,” Gaara pointed to a spot that was the perfect distance away from the changing tents.

“Okay,” You said, turning your face upwards so that he could see your smile from under the brim of your stylishly large and feminine sunhat. “Let’s go.”

Gaara offered to carry your belongings for you, but you objected at first. It didn’t seem like any of what you had brought was all too heavy, and the spot he had picked was only a few meters away; however, Gaara felt compelled to impress you in the best way he knew how: By offering to do some work.

“Thank you,” You said softly after Gaara had finished setting up your spot on the soft sand.

Gaara’s siblings had already begun to unwind. Kankuro wasted no time in wading into the water while Temari, who had brought Shikamaru with her, had already set up under her umbrella and was chatting quietly to her partner.

Gaara watched as you, too, took a seat under your umbrella where he had laid a large blanket.

“Come sit with me,” you invited, patting a spot next to you.

Gaara felt nervousness bubbling in his stomach, but he didn’t object. He took a seat next to you, just close enough so that if you wanted, you could touch your thigh to his.

“What would you like to do first?” He asked as he scanned the beach; groups of people were sprinkled here and there across the shore, but the beach was sparsely enough populated to give each party the privacy and space to relax.

“Actually,” you said, as Gaara watched you reach into your beach bag for a bottle of sun lotion. “I thought I might relax here for a bit before I get carried away in the sun.”

You snapped open the cap of the bottle, the fresh fragrance swirling between the two of you. You looked up into his eyes, the bright sunlight was softened in the shade of the umbrella.

He smiled at you, having no idea what thought had just popped into your mind:

Options (#1): Sun Lotion

A- You’ll put the lotion on yourself, but also tease him a bit (Vanilla).

B - Ask him for a little “help” to see how far you’ll get (Medium).

C- Sigh, if you want things done right…You’ll have to show him how it’s done! (Kinkier).

(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)

A (#1) - You’ll put the lotion on yourself, but also tease him a bit (Vanilla)

“Would you mind holding this for me?” You asked, handing him the bottle of lotion.

“Sure,” he said, taking it from you as you moved to face him.

You weren’t sure why you felt so mischievous all of a sudden. Perhaps it was in the way he looked at you, or maybe it was how he had buttered you up earlier that day in his own small ways, bringing you coffee that morning back at the hotel, offering to help you unpack your things; he even suggested that he join you for some of the resort activities you were interested in trying.

Everything he did recently made you feel wanted, desired, like he was truly trying to worship you, as innocent as his actions may have been. Surely you could reward him with just a little bit of flirtation, or maybe even a discrete little show?

The idea of teasing him made your giddy heart beat faster as you tossed your hat to the side and reached for the belt of your coverup. Slowly, you undid the knot, letting the smooth fabric of your robe slide down your shoulder, revealing a seafoam green bikini underneath.

Gaara’s eyes widened at the sudden exposure and he turned his head away slightly, a redness forming on his cheeks, but you weren’t letting him get away that easily.

“Do you think this colour looks good on me?” You said, feigning innocence. Gaara glanced back at you, his blush becoming a deeper red. Now that you had his attention, you weren’t going to go easy on him. With a hand you caressed your collarbone, stopping just above your breast before hooking a finger around the soft spandex strap.

“It’s new,” You said, looking up at him with a suggestive smile.

“I…I see,” Gaara coughed. You caught him following the motion of your hand, his gaze lingering a second too long on your breasts before he shifted around anxiously, his arm moving to cover his lap. “It looks…You look good.” He offered.

You gave him a soft laugh, but were disappointed once again that he was shying away from your body. You felt perhaps it was time the two of you got a little closer, and you had the perfect excuse for it.

“Oh, how did the lotion end up all the way over there?” You asked with a laugh. “Let me get it.”

In his ruffled state, Gaara had set the bottle of lotion down opposite of you where it now rested beside his thigh. Before he could respond, you leaned over him, gently twisting and arching your back so that he could get a direct view of your chest. Now he couldn’t help but have you center stage, and you lingered there a moment longer than necessary to really drive the point home.

“Oh, alright…” He said, his voice so feeble it could have been carried off by the ocean breeze. He was watching the curves of your body now, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to touch you, though he was far too polite for that.

When you retrieved the lotion you returned to your spot, but made sure to face him now. Squirting some of the lotion in your hand, you began slowly rubbing it up and down your arm while sneaking glances up at him.

He seemed to have regained some of his composure, attentively watching your methodical movements as you worked the lotion into your soft skin. His eyes met yours and you could see a flame in them that was growing hotter with his desire.

A sudden wave of bashfulness washed over you as if the strong current of the ocean had carried you off. It was all fun being able to play with him - cute even - but it was different now that he was looking at you with an expression so unmistakably lustful and passionate. You thought maybe he would lean into you, and kiss you right then and there, but he didn’t.

Instead he leaned forward, reaching for the lotion. You could see now the bulge in his pants as his erection pressed against the fabric, and excitement filled your stomach.

“I’ll get your back for you,” he said, his voice was deep, raspy and sexy. He moved behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder and began to caress you. He leaned closer until you could feel his soft breath on the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver up your spin. You were sitting between his legs now, and you pushed backwards to feel the hardness of his bulge, yearning for it to be pressed even tighter against you.

Affectionately, he brushed your hair away from your shoulder. He leaned forward, his voice so intimately close to your ear that goosebumps formed on your arms.

“Here,” he whispered, “How does this feel?”

B (#1) - Ask him for a little “help” to see how far you’ll get (Medium).

“You know, I always have the hardest time reaching my back. Would you mind giving me a little hand?” You asked, pointed the bottle of lotion at Gaara.

"I…" Gaara paused, closing his eyes as his cheeks flushed red. "I can…if that's what you want." Reservedly, he took the lotion, positioning himself behind you so that you were sitting between his legs.

After tossing your sunhat to the side, you reached for the knot of your coverup to let the soft fabric slide down your shoulders, revealing your seafoam green bikini underneath. You couldn’t see his face, but he was close enough so that you could hear his breath, deep and soft, in your ear. Brushing your hair to one shoulder, you tilted your head to expose the soft skin of your neck.

He began to work. The sudden sensation of his touch paired with the coldness of the lotion on your warm skin made you shiver in a very good way and goosebumps formed on your arms. You leaned back into him, relishing how soft his touch was, yet fantasizing about how firm he could be.

“Mmm, that feels good,” You moaned, your tone a little more erotic than you intended.

Gaara didn’t answer, but you could feel his breath now on your neck as he leaned a little bit closer - so close that he could kiss you, if only he had the guts.

“You know what I really like?” You asked without turning around.

“No…What?”

“I really like when a guy squeezes my shoulder. You should try it.”

“Oh!” Gaara exclaimed. He sounded mildly surprised, but he didn’t disappoint you. “Like this?” You felt his strong fingers press against your shoulder blade, massaging your muscles.

“Yes, just like that.” Your moan was barely more than a whisper, and almost without realizing what you were doing, you moved backwards so that you could feel your body against his; his erection pressing against you, thrilling you and making your heart pound fast.

Gaara continued to rub your shoulder, his fingers gliding smoothly across your skin with the help of the lotion. It made you yearn for an even deeper connection.

“You know what else I really like?” You asked.

“What?” Gaara’s voice was so close now that it was driving you crazy.

“I really love it when a guy kisses my neck,” you whispered.

“Oh,” Gaara whispered back, “Like this?”

You felt his lips touch softly against the side of your neck, and you threw your head back so that he could do it again and again. His kisses felt so good that you wished he would never stop.

With the two of you still embracing, you reached for his hand to bring it up to your breast, and you forced him to take hold of your body. His touch was harder now, harder than he had been massaging you, as he squeezed your breast. You moaned again as the sensations washed over you - the persistence of his kisses on your neck, his soft red hair against your face, the wetness between your legs. You could feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest, his erection grinding hard against you as he let out a gruff moan.

Suddenly, and much to your dismay, Gaara pulled away. He turned his face away from your neck, putting his head on your shoulder. He even moved his hand away from your breast. He pulled you in for a hug and rested there, so still that you could almost hear the beating of your own heart.

Your excitement cooled from a boil to a simmer, and you suddenly felt confused. “Why did you stop?” You pouted.

“I think that we should…maybe continue this later in private,” He said. There was something in his voice that you couldn’t read and you turned to look at him.

His cheeks were as red as his hair, and his expression sheepish as he continued to embrace you. When he looked up, your eyes met and you began to realize what may have happened.

“What? Were you getting a little bit too excited?” You asked with a naughty smile.

Somehow, Gaara’s blush got even redder. “No, it was just…Well, maybe it was something like that.”

C (#1) - If you want things done right…You’ll have to show him how it’s done (Kinkier).

“Could you give me a little hand?” You asked, offering the bottle to him. The pointedness of your question coupled with your salacious smile made him flustered, and a splash of red spread across his cheeks.

“Oh, I don’t know…I don’t think I’d do it right. I’d hate for you to get burnt because of me.” Gaara explained as he desperately tried to steer himself out of the whirlwind of temptation you put him in.

He wasn’t usually this unsteady with his responses, and realizing the influence you had on him made you feel a little powerful - a little sexy.

“That’s really not the response I was looking for,” you said, rolling over to sit on your knees and handing him the bottle of lotion. He reached for it slowly, looking intently up at you as you gazed deeply into his eyes. “See, I know that it sounded like I was asking you, but I was really actually telling you.”

“Oh, o-okay,” Gaara stammered, marveling at you as you tossed aside your sun hat with a smooth motion, and releasing the belt on your coverup. He watched the robe as it slid from you, past your shoulders, to the curve of your hips and then to the ground; he took his time on the way up, savoring how the tight seafoam green bathing suit hugged the shape of your body, how the bikini exposed so much of your soft skin. His eyes met yours.

“Where should I begin?” He asked.

“Start on my lower half,” you instructed as you sat back down on the blanket, placing your arms behind you so that you could push your chest forward. You loved how his eyes were drawn to the parts of your body you were presenting him, even though you could tell he was feeling shy. Typical Gaara, he was never impolite, even when you wanted him to be.

You lifted one leg, your foot flexed, pointing towards the ocean and Gaara carefully made his way down to cradle it on his lap. You watched with great interest and delight as he clumsily squirted some lotion into his hand, and began massaging it into the smooth skin of your leg.

You relished how strong his hands felt, but also how gentle he was being with you in his touch. He made sure to work in the lotion, taking his time to ensure there was an even layer over your delicate complexion, but that wasn’t good enough for you.

“Okay, now do this part,” You instructed, turning your leg slightly sideways so that he could work on the underside; however, your real intentions were the placement of your foot. Your toes were just inches away from reaching your goal, and with a slight readjustment they came to rest over his groin.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, acting none the wiser as he began to squirm under the gentle touch of your foot.

Flexing your toes, you could feel his erection growing stiffer as you rocked your foot back and forth. Gaara let out a small gasp and grabbed you firmly by the foot - yet not too firmly, you noticed.

“Y/N,” Gaara said quietly, his fingers were pressing hard into your foot and he readjusted under you. Suddenly, on impulse, he lifted your foot up to his mouth and began to suck on your toes. This surprised you, and you let out a little yelp, which seemed to startle him back to reality.

“Um…Maybe we can do the other leg now,” he mumbled, gently lowering your leg.

“Why?” You asked with a pout, your heart beating with giddiness at how easy he lost control to his urges. You tried pretending to be puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s -” Gaara looked down at your foot, squeezing it tightly for a moment before releasing. “No, it’s nothing.”

You cocked your head to the side and beckoned him to come closer. You wanted him so bad, and now you wanted to punish him for ruining your fun.

Obediently he leaned forward, and you took his hand in yours, guiding it to rest on your chest.

“Fine, if you’re done with my legs, you can start on my chest, just make sure you get here…and here.” You used his hand to demonstrate where you were talking about, starting with your collarbone, then to the middle of your chest, and finally…

“Y/N…” Gaara said again, as you slipped his hand under your bikini top. You could feel how his fingers were brushing up against your nipple and you wished he’d take it between his fingertips and squeeze. The idea even made you wet.

Instead, however, he did something you didn’t expect.

He pulled his hand away, removing it from your top. With a smooth motion, he used his other hand to grab you by the wrist, pulling you in closer to him until your faces were just inches from each other.

“I want you,” He said, gazing so intently and passionately into your eyes that your stomach was doing summersaults along with your heart. “But let’s not do this here.”

Then, he pulled you even further, your lips colliding with his in the most impassioned kiss you had ever experienced.

Chapter #2 - The Changing Tents

The lotion was soon forgotten as Gaara broke away from you. He gazed at you, and you gaze at him intently, passionately, hotly. There was something about the humid heat of the day that was making the air feel heavy, or maybe it was the manifestation of sexual tension that was growing stronger and stronger between the two of you.

Whatever was currently happening to the atmosphere, Gaara couldn’t ignore it anymore, nor could he continue to discreetly handle the persistent tightness of his pants as you looked at him with such a hungry look in your eyes.

“You are very very beautiful,” Gaara said after a long pause, reaching up to brush a lock of your soft hair behind your ear. “Maybe we should go for a swim…I’d have to change first.” He glanced behind him to where the changing tents were.

That day, he hadn’t really had any intentions of swimming in the ocean, or staying on the beach for very long. He thought it would be polite for him to make a quick appearance before slipping away, perhaps to get started on drafting a new building permit proposal, as Suna desperately needed a new well dug. He had been so fixated on this idea, that he didn’t bother to come to the beach in a bathing suit, just his regular old clothes.

He had, of course, anticipated that his siblings may meddle with this plan, so he had brought swimming shorts to cover all his bases. It was an outcome he was hoping he didn’t have to come to, but that mentality was laid by the wayside now that you were looking at him with that spark in your eyes. Now his responsibilities as Kazekage were the furthest they could possibly be from the forefront of his mind, and he honestly looked forward to spending more time with you. He was even starting to suspect he was desperate for it.

It was just his good fortune that his inability to relax had offered him a perfect opportunity to clear his head of the very intense thoughts that he was having about you and your body, as he could slip off to the changing tents, recoup, and come back to you without having to worry about this nagging sensation in his groin. Plus, Gaara thought that a dip in the ocean might help to alleviate the heat that had built between the two of you.

“I was wondering why you didn’t just come in your bathing suit,” you said to him, teasingly. “You were planning on sneaking off to do some work, weren’t you?”

“No…” Gaara lied, and you looked at him incredulously.

“I bet you weren’t expecting us to have so much fun. Was it me who changed your mind?”

Gaara tensed as you suddenly reached over to rub his thigh, your fingers resting dangerously close to his swollen groin.

“Well, I had always intended to spend some time with you…And Temari…And Kankur-” Gaara trailed off as he became more flustered, wild ideas spinning around his head as your touch inched closer and closer, and he shuffled around nervously, his erection pushing even harder against the fly of his pants.

“Alright, I believe you,” You said, though your smirk said otherwise.You leaned back to play with the strap of your bikini, a gesture that drove Gaara crazy. “If you’re going to get changed, maybe I’ll come with you. I would love to grab a drink at the bar before we go for a dip.”

Gaara nodded and got to his feet, extending an arm to help you to yours, and together you walked over to the changing tents.

Well, they weren’t so much tents as they were temporary shacks, with two smaller rooms donning fabric curtains, and a larger stall with a wooden door. Gaara looked back at you and noticed a glint in your eye.

He wondered what it was you were thinking about:

Options (#2): Gaara's Bathing Suit

A (#2) - Promise him you’ll wait…But you end up doing more watching. (Vanilla).

B (#2) - “What do you say I come in with you and help you change?” (Medium).

C (#2) - You’re sick of him playing coy! Undress him yourself! (Kinkier).

(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)

A (#2) - Promise him you’ll wait…But you end up doing more watching. (Vanilla).

“I’ll wait for you here, to keep a lookout,” you said with a wink.

Gaara paused for a moment to smile at you before he entered one of the stalls, pulling the curtain closed behind him.

You had intended to be good, to keep a lookout as you had promised, but as your mind began to wander and you began to fidget, you noticed something too alluring to be ignored.

The curtain rings had caught on the rusted bar of the changing room so that you could just see movement behind the fabric. Of course, from where you were standing out in the sun, you couldn’t see much in the way of what was actually going on in there, but what if you just happened to move into the shade a little bit more?

You stepped forward, inching towards the room Gaara had gone into. You turned your back to the change rooms, not wanting to be revealed as a peeping Tom, but now you were at a vantage point where you could see him undressing.

You watched in delight as he seemed to take his time, raising a hand to mess with his stunning red hair. He seemed so casual about it, so collected; meanwhile you were stuck at the edge of your seat, wanting him to take it further.

If only he knew how many butterflies were fluttering around your stomach at the thought of him stripping.

Starting from the button of his shirt collar, Gaara began to remove his shirt in a steady motion, neatly placing it on the bench beside him. You could see the toned, muscular shape of his shoulder blades - strong from years of carrying around his gourd - and you nearly drooled at the sight of his arms; how strong they looked, how you could see the small traces of veins running beneath his soft skin. They were the type of arms that could pick you up and twist you into all kinds of shapes holding you there with minimum effort.

You craned your neck, trying to get a better view of his front half. Was he intentionally teasing you? Did he know you were watching him?

Thoughts were spinning around your head, and you made a sudden startled peep, surprising yourself. Instinctively, you clapped a hand over your mouth as if you were physically trying to withdraw the noise from the world. Your whole body froze.

Gaara had heard you. He turned around to look over his shoulder, making direct eye contact with you.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You floundered, trying desperately to think of an excuse, but your mind was tumbling away from you like a ball down a hill.

Gaara had paused, looking at you in an appraising, almost curious way. He turned to face you fully.

You could see now how low his pants were sitting on his hips, and the tufts of red hair poking up from his waistline. It was all so thrilling.

“Did you need something?” Gaara asked, though his tone wasn’t rude. In fact, you could’ve swore you heard a slight welcoming inclination in the way he pronounced the word “something”.

“I was just trying to stand in the shade,” you explained quickly. “Then I realized your curtain wasn’t drawn all the way…I meant to tell you about it, but…” You trailed off as Gaara looked from you to the curtain and back again.

“I see,” he said and you could see there was a small, shy smirk on his face. “Thank you.”

You lilted a few more words before your brain could catch up to you. “I didn’t mean to watch you changing, it’s just that, well…”

“Well…?” He invited.

“I guess I just got a little lost in the moment.”

Gaara reached outside the room and took you gently by the hand, pulling you in towards him; this time he made sure to close the curtain all the way. Pressing his body against you, he held you tightly and whispered in your ear.

“It’s okay.”

In that moment, your knees felt weak as your heart soared higher and a rush of excitement made your cheeks flush. Before you knew it, your lips had connected and he had you gently pushed up against the wall of the stall, leaving your hands to explore his back.

“You are so hot,” you said to him between kisses. “I just want to touch you all over.”

Gaara’s response was to cradle the back of your head and pull you in for a kiss so strong and deep you thought you were seeing stars.

“I’m going to suck your dick,” you whispered into his ear, running your fingers through his soft hair. You hadn't intended to offer such a gesture - yet - but now you just could resist.

Gaara thought for a moment and you could see by the way he was glancing at the curtain that he was worried about getting caught. You immediately intervened, intercepting his thoughts before he could deny you the privilege.

You quickly unfastened the button of his pants, sinking down to your knees to face your prize. You could see that he was hard again, and the sight of his bulge beneath his underwear turned you on in a very powerful way.

You pulled down the fabric, exposing his long, girthy member. You weren’t expecting it to be as large as it was, and this fact flustered you for a moment.

Gaara must have picked up on your hesitancy and he backed away, reaching down to touch your cheek.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” You asserted, your eyes blazing up at him, lit by pure lust and passion.

Without hesitating further, you took his penis in your hand, moving up the shaft. You watched with interest and curiosity how his foreskin slid back and forth on the tip of his penis, wondering how good of a sensation it was for him.

His moan told you all you needed to know, and you leaned forward to take it into your mouth.

“Is this stall occupied?” A voice called from somewhere outside the changing tents, sending both you and Gaara into a scramble.

Gaara pulled you up from the floor, holding you close to him. He whispered hurriedly into your ear. “Tell them yes, and then walk out. I can easily sneak out unnoticed and meet you around the front.”

“Okay,” you whispered to him before calling out to the voice, “Um…Yes, one moment!”

Before Gaara disappeared into his sand he kissed you, leaving you to walk out of the changing stall, a delightful pulse between your thighs and a hotness in your cheeks.

B (#2) - “What do you say I come in with you and help you change?” (Medium).

“What do you say I come in with you and help you change?”

The question surprised both of you, and you each blushed, wondering how to proceed.

“If that’s what…you want.” Gaara said after a heartbeat, looking up at you with a shy smile on his face.

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure that there were no witnesses before pulling him into the nearest stall. The curtain rings caught on the rusty rod, and you tugged at it, trying to block the entire view of inside the stall. After you had succeeded, you immediately took your frustration and friskiness out on Gaara as you shoved him against the wall, kissing him deeply and fully.

Yet Gaara wasn’t one to be pushed around so easily, and he took you by your hips, spinning you around so that now you were the one pinned. Grabbing one of your legs, he hoisted it upwards so that you could wrap it around his waist, and thrust his throbbing erection strongly against your womanhood.

“This is…unusual for me…” He whispered into your ear.

For some reason, this struck you as such an unusual thing to say in the middle of an extremely impassioned act of lust, and yet when you glanced at his face, your heart skipped a beat for the affection you had for him. No matter what the situation, Gaara was an honest man, and you realized that he cared very deeply about you not getting the wrong idea from any of this.

He wanted you to feel valued, you realized, as he softly caressed your cheek and searched in your eyes for what your intentions were.

“You don’t want me to think you’re just doing this for your own fun, is that it?” You asked.

“It’s important that you know I care about you,” Gaara stated. His eyes dropped to the floor and a look of melancholy passed over his face, so quickly that you wondered if it had been present at all.

“I care for you so much,” you said, grabbing him by the face and kissing him, but not too hard. You, too, wanted him to feel valued.

“I want to show you how much you mean to me…” Gaara said, trailing off as if he were unsure of himself. “But I’m not sure if here is the right place…”

“Well,” you said, “What did you want to do?”

The two of you made eye contact and a silence filled the tiny stall. “I would really like it if I could…taste you.” Gaara finally mustered the courage to say.

You gasped, feeling your arousal build between your legs. You grabbed his face again and kissed him deeply again…and again…and again.

“I won’t say no to that,” You whispered, pulling him in closer so that you could tangle his red locks through your fingers. “The choice is really yours.”

There was a moment where the two of you continued your embrace, when slowly Gaara pulled away from you. After readjusting the groin of his pants, he reached for your bikini bottoms, gently slipping them down your smooth legs. When they reached your ankles, you kicked them off.

“You can sit here,” Gaara said, placing a towel on the short bench that was beside you.

Obediently, you sat down, watching in anticipation as Gaara knelt between your knees. You spread your legs wide for him, feeling the throb of your pussy as you waited for what was to come.

Gaara did not disappoint, he leaned over and gently placed his tongue on your clitorus. The immediate sensation was so foreign and sensitive to you that you clasped your hand hard over your mouth, your other hand reaching to squeeze your own breast.

“Mmm!” You let out a muffled moan.

Gaara traced slow, steady circled around your clit, being mindful to not apply too much pressure on such a delicate area. He was quite thorough and observant, as anytime he felt your pleasure ebbing away, he would change his technique by suddenly flicking his tongue over your clit, or by replacing his tongue with his thumb.

“You are delicious,” he panted before burying his face fully between your legs.

Unexpectedly, you heard an unfamiliar voice calling from right outside the curtain just as Gaara inserted his tongue into your entrance, making you cry out in surprise.

“Oh!” You screamed before realizing what had happened. Both you and Gaara froze, looking at each other in panic. After a few quick thinking milliseconds, you called out again, this time to the voice on the other side of the curtain. “Oh…um…Sorry about that, you startled me!”

You and Gaara waited, stiff as statues, until you heard the stranger move to use one of the other stalls. When you heard the door of the largest change room close, Gaara looked up at you.

“Maybe we should continue this later,” He said.

“Haha, yeah,” you mumbled sheepishly, still drunk off the pleasure Gaara had built up in your womanhood. “Let’s go…”

C (#2) - You’re sick of him playing coy! Undress him yourself! (Kinkier).

Without giving him any warning, you pushed him into the largest stall, letting the old wooden door slam behind you. Gaara’s eyes were wide in surprise, and he let out a little gasp.

“I’m sick of you playing coy with me,” You said to him, slipping a hand behind you to push the lock closed.

“Is that so?” Gaara asked. He had recouped after his surprise and was now gazing at you with a smirk on his face. “What do you intend to do about it?”

The way he provoked you made your heart beat faster, and you threw yourself against him, pressing him against the wall of the stall. You forced your tongue into his mouth, where it met his, and the two of you engagee in the most intense and messy makeout session you have ever experienced.

Your hands were all over his body, and his yours, and you didn’t care that you were moaning a little too loudly for what was supposed to be a surreptitious situation. You were far too turned on by it, far too hot and wet. Your fingers travelled up his chest, feeling how defined his abs were, how firm his body felt. You wanted his shirt off.

“Take it off,” you ordered, though you were already tugging the shirt off of him.

Now he stood before you - half naked - a level, calculated look in his eyes. You had never seen him look at you this way before, but you knew exactly what it meant: He wanted to fuck you - badly.

“You are incredible,” he said, moving to stand taller.

You could tell that he was losing himself to the hot, sweaty fervor of the moment and that he was planning his next move, but you intervened.

“I’m going to suck you dick until your knees go weak and you can’t stand any more,” you vowed as you pushed hard against his chest, digging your fingers into his muscles so that he knew you meant business.

“You can try,” is all he said before you got to your knees, diving for the fly of his pants.

You were so rushed in the moment, you forgot to savor how hard his dick looked as it forced its way uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants, begging to be let out into the open and sucked. You made a mental note to feel him up later so that you could truly appreciate that aspect of him; however now you were faced with your long awaited desire.

His penis was large, much more than you expected, a fact which could have nearly made your mouth water. You also noticed, with much delighted lust, that his manhood was incredibly appealing to look at. You gently pulled back his foreskin so that you could trace circles with your thumb on the tip, admiring how it looked and how a bead of precum pooled on the edge.

“Mmm…I’ve waited a long time for this,” you said as your eyes connected hungrily to his.

“Me too,” He said, thrusting his hips forward. He really couldn’t help himself any longer.

With one last quick smile, you wrapped your lips around the head of his penis, pressing your tongue against the smooth skin of his erection. You were instantaneously smitten with the act, swearing that you would do this as many times as Gaara would let you - hopefully for the rest of his life.

“Mmm,” You mumbled, your mouth filled with his girthy member as you took more of his length into your mouth; determinedly going deeper and deeper, suppressing your gag reflex on willpower alone. You wanted him as far as he could be inside you, as far as what you could physically handle. It simply just wasn’t enough for you to do things halfway.

You heard Gaara let out a gasp and a moan as you worked your way back up his shaft, using your hand for extra sensation. When you got to his tip, you very gently sucked in with your lips to add just the slightest bit of pressure to the experience without overstimulating him.

He went wild for it, bucking his hips forwards as he strongly grabbed a handful of your hair. You removed his penis from your mouth, leaning forward to lick under his shaft and cupping his balls in your hand.

“This feels…” Gaara panted, “This feels so good.”

“It better,” You shot back quickly, before picking up the pace.

With all your effort, passion and desire you sucked his dick until you could feel his penis grow even harder. He was moaning more and more now, his sounds barely more than a whisper in the large room. Now he was pulling you hair a little too hard - though not intentionally - as he thrust deeper into your mouth; the pain of it made your eyes water but it also drastically increased your horniness, as you too began making grinding movements with your hips.

“Y/N!” Gaara gasped. He released the hold he had on your hair, trying to pull his hips away from you.

You knew what this meant, and you refused to let up. You followed his hips, pushing his dick deeper into your mouth, working harder and harder until you could feel his legs begin to shake and a tension overtake his body.

Suddenly warm ropes of his cum spurted into your mouth. Gaara let out a loud gasp as he arched his back, his primal urges to thrust taking over as he surrendered to his orgasm.

You didn’t think twice about swallowing, and when all of it had disappeared from your mouth, you looked up at Gaara, feeling fulfilled despite the strong pulsing between your own legs.

He reached down for you, helping you to your feet so that he could embrace you. He breathed in to say something when there was a sudden, jarring knock on the door.

“Hello?!” An unfamiliar voice called out.

Gaara sighed quietly and pulled away from you, but not before offering you an affectionate kiss on the lips and his small, charming smile.

“You use the door, I’ll easily be able to sneak out undetected.” He whispered, and the two of you nodded at each other in understanding.

Chapter #3 - The Hotel Room

“What do you say we go somewhere a little more private?” You suggested when both of you had slipped out of the stall. Now you stood facing each other on the beach, trying to catch your breath.

“You had said earlier that you wanted to go to the bar, did you want to go now?” Gaara asked, remembering the whole reason you had offered to come with him.

Playfully, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. “Hmm, no, I was thinking somewhere a little more private than that.”

“Oh…Ohhh!” Gaara said and the implication of what you meant finally found its way to making sense in his mind. He certainly wasn’t the type of person to be good at maneuvering these types of situations when the hints were subtle, and it was beginning to be alarmingly apparent to him that he wasn’t very good with them even if they reached out and slapped him.

Up until now, he was half expecting you to realize what you were doing and change your mind, breaking away from him forever so that you could continue your platonic relationship. This whole time he was enjoying himself immensely, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. After all, was he really worthy of this type of attention from such a divine woman?

He focused on your face, but he didn’t see any hesitation in your eyes, no glints of discomfort or signs that you were hoping to turn back.

“Did you want to…go to the hotel?” Gaara asked, still uncertain.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” You said as you leaned forward once more to give him a kiss.

It hadn’t taken long for the two of you to return to the hotel, where you had climbed up to Gaara’s room. He pressed his keycard to the door handle, and it made a soft click as it unlocked. Gaara allowed you to go in first, closing the door behind him as he entered the room.

You wasted no time at all, whirling around you threw yourself at him, your fingers tangling in his gorgeous red hair as you kissed him hard. Gaara caught you, bracing himself up against the door, and wrapped his strong arms around you, kissing you back until both of you were out of breath.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Gaara said. He was smiling despite the small blush he had on his cheeks.

“Oh? And what were you expecting us to do when we got here?” You teased, taking his face gently in your hands to look at him affectionately. “You’re too polite for your own good sometimes, you know that? I can’t tell if you really weren’t expecting anything or if you’re just saying that to not appear crass.”

Gaara cleared his throat. “Um, if you want me to be honest….I would say both.”

You broke away from him then, and he watched as you studied him up and down. “Well, take all of that uncertainty and politeness and put it aside. I want you to tell me what you want to do to me.”

“Oh, okay…” Gaara replied, not knowing why he had agreed when he knew full well he wasn't prepared to answer.

Could he really just do that? Was it really possible for him to form any sort of coherent thought, let alone force the words out of his mouth without offending you in some way?

He doubled back after a second of reflection. “I’m just really not good with this kind of thing.”

“Don’t be shy,” you said as you got closer to him once more, “c’mon, you tell me what your fantasy is and I’ll tell you mine.”

"Ok…I want to…" Gaara was scrambling. There were lots of things he wanted to do with you, lots of things he was thinking about - that he had thought about. He desperately wanted these things to come true, but he also desperately didn't want to stick his foot in his mouth. That's why he stood, floundering for what felt like an eternity.

"Gaara," You whispered gently, leaning in to touch his face. "If you don't talk to me, I'm gonna think this isn't what you want…Which is fine, but I just need to know before we move forward."

You turned your face to fixate on the wall and Gaara's heart did a panicked flip.

"Please don't think that!" He said, his voice was strong and full of sincerity. "I have never been blessed with the ability to just say things and have them somehow be taken as I intended. It's not that I don't want to spend time with you, or to become close to you…" He took your face in his hands so that you could look at him. "I have always been the type of man who believes actions speak louder than words. I'd rather show you how I feel.”

You reflected on this for a moment, your face was serious. “Really?” You asked, quietly.

“Yes!” Gaara said before leaning in to kiss you deeply. He broke away from you, searching your eyes for a sign that you believed him.

“Okay,” you said slowly, carefully, as you formed your next statement. “Then I want you to show me…”

Options (#3): Sex in The Beach Hotel

A (#3)- “... how you make love.” (Vanilla).

B (#3) - “...how you plan to use my body.” (Medium).

C (#3) - “...how well you can take being fucked by a woman.” (Kinkier).

(Once you made your choice, scroll down to its matching header)

A (#3) - “... how you make love.” (Vanilla).

“I want you to show me how you make love.” You repeated, offering Gaara a small smile as you caressed his cheek. You thought for certain that he would scoop you up, take you to the bed, and make deep, intimate love to you. Yet, much to your despair, he didn’t react right away, and your stomach began to knot with anxiety.

“I…” He said after a few heartbeats. “I was really hoping you would say that.”

Relief flooded into your body and soul as Gaara took you by the hand, leading you to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. Gently he took you by the hips, kissing you passionately before guiding you to lay down. You looked up at him, trying to think of something to say but he beat you to it.

“I have always wanted this,” He said to you, leaning down so that both of your lips touched. He was on top of you now, kissing you over and over and over. You loved his kisses, and you loved it even more when he moved to suck on your neck. The passion felt so thrilling to you that a wetness began to pool between your legs and you moaned, reaching to tangle your fingers in his rich, red hair.

Gaara was true to his word. Every action he made showed you how much he wanted you - yearned for you. His technique was an exceptional balance of being firm and hard in some ways, but gentle and loving in others, trading between small love bites to delicate pecks. He wasted no time in undressing you, but ensured that you felt valued as he caressed and complimented you between articles of clothing.

You were so excited, you could barely contain it, and you squirmed beneath him as the sensation between your legs grew stronger. You could feel his erection against you, pressing so close to your womanhood that you couldn’t help but thrust against him.

“Make love to me, Gaara,” You begged, desperate for so much more of him, but Gaara’s sense of love making was slow and steady. He wanted both of you to savor every second.

Your breasts were exposed now, and Gaara worked his way downwards, taking one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other until you let out a cry. You thrust harder against his hips- against his pulsing erection - and you, too, felt a throbbing deep inside yourself.

Without taking his attention away from your breasts, he slipped one hand to your bottoms, sliding them down your legs until you could kick them off yourself. Now, fully exposed to him, he pulled away from your chest to gaze at your beautiful body.

“Perfect,” Gaara complimented. His eyes were full of lust and affection, and he began kissing his way down your stomach.

You spread your legs open for him as he knelt between them, and you felt so safe and so ready for him to do what he wished. However, despite your readiness, you let out a cry when he took his thumb and gently traced circles around your clit. He was slow about it, taking his time to let the good sensations build between your legs. It didn’t take long before you were thrusting against him once more, becoming even more wet for him. You hungered for more, and luckily Gaara did not keep you waiting as he gently inserted one finger into you.

“Oh god,” You said, clutching the bed sheets.

Now Gaara was pulling in and out of you with a slow and steady rhythm, taking his other hand to continue working on your clit.

“Harder,” You begged. The need for him to go deeper and faster came on so strong that you surprised yourself when you spoke, and you dug your fingers even harder into the mattress, being driven solely by your own urges.

Gaara didn’t go faster. He didn’t want to. He had you exactly where he wanted you, laying beneath him experiencing the highest of natural pleasures, and he didn’t mind taking things slow. Yet with each of your moans, he found it harder to help himself, you noticed, as he too began to let out small moans before leaning forward and pressing his tongue against you.

You felt the softness of his mouth, the gentleness, and the pleasure as he licked up and down on your clit. The newness of the sensation made you grow quiet as the pleasure built all the more. You closed your eyes tightly, your muscles tensed.

Gaara picked up on your sudden silence, and he pulled away from you. “Do you not like this?” He asked, and you let out a small cry in response.

“Please don’t stop!”

Satisfied, Gaara refocused on his objective while you panted heavily. Your orgasm was so close now, if only he would go just a little harder like you had asked.

You let out another loud, frustrated moan, and in response, Gaara inserted another finger into your womanhood, pressing himself deeper into you. This sent you over the edge, and your muscles tightened as the pleasure mounted to a delicious high. You held your breath, riding the wave of bliss before letting out a gasp of air, as pulses of satisfied throbs ebbed away the orgasm.

“Please!” You cried, pushing Gaara away. He had gotten a little carried away and had gone even faster despite the sensations now becoming too much for you. “Please, just give me a minute,” you begged.

“I’m sorry,” Gaara said as he pulled away. He was shifting uncomfortably now and you noticed that he had started tugging at his pants.

“Come here,” You said gently, beckoning him.

He stood up and you moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching for the waistband of his pants. You could see how hard the bulge was pressing against the fabric that it made you wonder how uncomfortable it had been for him, and you quickly undid his fly.

Soon his pants were off, his penis standing erect from his body, throbbing with frustration. Gaara had removed his own shirt, revealing his muscular body, and you noticed with a feeling of giddiness that the sight of him naked turned you on again.

Not wanting him to wait any longer for you, you took the base of his cock in your hands, and kissed the tip, looking up at him so that he could see the desire in your eyes. However, Gaara looked uncomfortable and he reached down to grab your wrist.

“Y/N,” He said softly, “I really want to…If it’s ok, I would like to…”

He was having a hard time getting the words out and you decided to help him out. “Show me what you want,” you said.

Gaara leaned over and kissed you, pushing you onto the bed, your back pressed against the soft sheets. He positioned himself on top of you as you spread your legs wide for him, waiting for your connection to reach an even deeper level.

With slow strokes, Gaara rubbed himself against your soft, wet skin, letting out whimpers that were deep and soft in your ear. You wondered if he was teasing himself or if he was still feeling a little shy.

“I want you inside me,” You whispered in his ear.

Gaara let out a moan and thrust forward though he still hadn’t entered you. “I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” he said with a pant, “I’m very excited right now.”

“It’s okay, Gaara,” You said with a smile and you kissed his cheek. “Just do what feels natural to you.”

You reached down and took his penis in your hand, guiding it to your entrance. Gaara paused for a moment, leaning in only slightly as if he was only testing the waters before diving right in; yet soon temptation got the best of him and he pushed a little harder until the tip of his member was inside you.

“Oh!” He gasped, wrapping his arms around you and thrusting in even deeper.

You also let out an impassioned moan as he entered you fully, deeply, passionately. It felt so natural to be connected to him like this, so pleasurable, and you wanted this moment to last forever.

“Y/N!” Gaara gasped. Suddenly his rhythm became very fast and hard, surprising you. He let out another moan, holding you tighter as he made a few last deep pumps.

You could feel the pulsing of his member inside you, how it throbbed with each burst of pleasure. You even felt something warm pooling around your cervix, though the sensation disappeared quickly.

Gaara pulled out, releasing his grip on you. “I’m sorry,” he said, an embarrassed look on his face.

“No don’t be,” You said before giving him a quick kiss. “It’s been a long day of foreplay, neither of us lasted very long.” You let out a laugh and Gaara smiled despite himself.

“I really enjoyed this,” Gaara said softly as he looked at you.

“Yeah,” You said, looking back at him with a look of affection, “I really enjoyed it too, and I would be up for a few more rounds once you’re ready.”

With that, Gaara’s eyes lit up and he pulled you further onto the bed. “Okay,” Gaara said in your ear, “I’m ready.”

B (#3) - “...how you plan to use my body.” (Medium).

“I want you to show me how you plan to use my body.” You repeated as you focused on Gaara’s gaze. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you. If he was a man of action, then he would have to prove it to you.

Without wasting any time, Gaara reached forward and lifted you up off the ground, surprising you. He carried you over to the middle of the room and set you down on the bed, where you looked up at him, eyes wide with excitement.

“Will you tell me….If I go too far?”Gaara asked, looking away from you shyly.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about that,” You replied, already feeling the wetness between your legs.

Gaara didn’t look so convinced, but he didn’t keep you waiting, either. He leaned forward to grab you by the chin, kissing you hard on the mouth. You could feel how strong he was, how dominant he could be, and the idea of him using you made your heart beat faster and faster.

“I-” You started, but Gaara kissed you hard on the mouth again, stifling your words.

“Don’t speak,” Gaara ordered in a gruff voice, as he gazed intently into your eyes, a fire burning in his.

You obeyed him, watching him as he removed your clothing, piece by piece until you lay naked before him. Suddenly, you wished that he would take his own clothes off, and you leaned forward to tell him.

Yet Gaara again prevented you from speaking by kissing you hard, this time his tongue sliding into your mouth, causing you to moan. He forced you down on the bed again, pinning both your arms overhead as he moved to suck on your neck. You squirmed a bit as his lips tickled the sensitive skin, but this made him push you down even further. When he was finished there was a deep, purple bruise on your neck and his eyes glinted with delight at the sight of it.

Before you could argue, Gaara got up and walked away from you, leaving you to lay there, naked and confused. You sat up, watching him as he pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down beside you.

“You’re going to do as I say,” Gaara said, his voice dominant and certain. “And everytime you disobey me, I’m going to do something to you.”

You looked up at him, still confused. You weren’t convinced he had the right idea about what sex was supposed to be. You wanted him to fuck you, unleashing the animal you knew he could be, not have him sit there.

“I don’t understand.” You said.

“That’s strike one,” He said as he leaned back in the chair. “I already told you not to speak.”

He stared at you intently as you blinked at him. There was an edge in his voice that made your heart race, or maybe it was the way he looked at you then, so hungry and authoritative. Your mind was reeling at this unexpected situation, when it circled back to what he said: "Everytime you disobey me, I'm going to do something to you" and "strike one".

Strike one. Your heart thudded against your chest and you noticed, almost in dismay, that you were becoming wet at the thrill of the evident consequence. You decided that despite your uncertainty of this new role Gaara had adopted, you would see where it went. After all, you thought, as you obediently waited for his next order, you could always tell him to stop.

“Touch yourself,” He ordered. “Show me what you like done to you.”

“What?!” You exclaimed. This order had sent you off balance, despite your resolution to play along. Yet more so than the surprise you felt, you sensed an immediate rush of regret for speaking out of turn.

Gaara looked at you levelly. “Strike two.”

You gasped as you met his gaze but Gaara was unwavering in his demeanor. Looking down at your own body, you wondered how hard of a request it was; after all, you touched yourself all the time in private, so this time shouldn’t be any different.

Slowly you reached your hand down to your womanhood, but as you did so a stab of insecurity made you hesitate.

Gaara was vigilant. “I ordered you to touch yourself, don’t make me say it again.”

With a gulp, you spread your legs so that he could get a full view of what you were doing, and you began to trace circles with your finger on your clit, just as you practiced alone. You were relieved that despite your nerves, touching yourself felt good; although you did find it was difficult to really lose yourself in the sensations as Gaara watched intently from his chair. You looked up at him, desperate for approval.

“Does that feel good?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Gaara reached towards you, sensually rubbing your leg up and down, and you sat up a little to get a glimpse of his body. You could tell his erection was uncomfortably stiff behind the fabric of his pants, but he didn’t pay it any mind. His sole focus was on you.

“I want it to feel even better for you, show me how that looks.” Gaara ordered, removing his hand from your leg.

“Yes,” You said, tightening your muscles as you got more into it. Grinding against your own fingers, your pleasure grew until you were panting. Now it didn’t bother you that Gaara was watching, and in fact, it was beginning to turn you on even more.

“Cum for me,” He ordered abruptly, and your heart fluttered.

“I-I’m not ready to,” You moaned.

Suddenly, and very firmly, Gaara leaned forward, pushing the hand you were touching yourself with away. With the other hand he inserted two fingers inside you, and pressed his tongue against your clit. He worked at a very strong pace, overwhelming you as your excitement grew. You weren’t expecting this, and his sudden inclusion made you all the hornier. You grinded against his fingers and mouth, moaning loudly as he made himself dominant over you.

Gaara’s pace didn’t let up, and after a few moments your pleasure grew to a crescendo, causing you to scream with bliss. Your womanhood tightened and your legs shook, making you dizzy. Gaara quickly withdrew his fingers from you, stripping you the pleasure of grinding against them as you rode the waves of throbs that followed after an orgasm.

“You didn’t cum when I asked,” Gaara said, coldly.

“No!” You exclaimed in a panic. You were beginning to really worry about this game he was playing, and you leaned forward to grab his wrist, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”

“That’s strike three and now four for speaking out of turn again,” Gaara said.

“Please!” You whined, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek, trying to get him to lighten up with you and to offer you affection.

Relieved, you felt Gaara wrap his strong arms around you and he held you there. You felt him as he turned his head, his breath in your ear.

“Five.”

In dismay, you watched as Gaara stood up, pulling you to your feet. He then spun you around, pushing you back onto the bed where you stayed on all fours.

“You disobeyed me five times,” Gaara said, still standing behind you.

“I’m sorry, Gaara,” You pleaded, trying to turn around but Gaara stopped you.

“I told you that for each time you disobeyed me, I was going to do something to you, and I will. You wanted me to show you how I was gonna use your body?” His voice was gruff in your ear as he leaned forward, squeezing one of your breasts hard. “I am going to cum in you once for each time you didn’t do as I asked.”

“Gaara!” You yelped desperately, ashamed with yourself at how much your pussy throbbed with excitement with his punishment. You couldn’t believe how horny he made you, despite having already experienced release just moments before.

“Do you want to make it six?” Gaara asked, squeezing your breast so tight that you whined.

“No,” You moaned, sinking your head down onto the bed in defeat.

Gaara undid his pants and pulled his long, throbbing member out. He mounted you, thrusting his hips so his manhood could glide against your wet skin. He was gentle with this part, pushing himself deep inside you, waiting for you to get accustomed to his girth while you clutched the sheets. Then, the gentleness was over, as he began to thrust into you harder and harder; his fingers gripping your hips so hard he left handprints as he pulled you onto him, all the while you let out cries of pleasure. This had been what you were looking for when you asked him to use your body, but this time your mind was fantasizing wildly about how he would finish inside you over and over again until neither of you could take any more.

He dominated you like this until he had finished inside you twice, changing your position to whatever suited him each time. You marveled at his stamina, how he seemed to be able to keep going even after he already had you filled.

Now you were beneath him, his strong arms on either side of your head as you looked up at him. He had brought you so much pleasure during this experience, and even now you could feel the pleasure building again between your legs. You let out a uniquely loud moan and Gaara responded to it by thrusting a little too deep.

You winced and yelped in pain as his member hit your cervix, but you expected him to keep going despite your discomfort.

Abruptly, Gaara pulled out of you, holding your face in his hands. His dominant demeanor dropped instantly as he looked at you in concern. “Did I hurt you?” He asked.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze before letting out a laugh. The illusion was suddenly shattered, and you recognized him as the same shy, worried, compassionate Gaara you knew all along.

“I’m fine,” You sighed with release and smiled at him. “You didn’t have to stop, you know.”

Gaara shook his head, pulling you into his chest. “I will always stop when I accidentally hurt you,” He mumbled, his face buried in your hair.

You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness and intimacy. You felt so fulfilled, so safe, and so so loved.

C (#3) - “...how well you can take being fucked by a woman.” (Kinkier).

“I want you to show me how well you can take being fucked by a woman,” You repeated. You could tell by Gaara’s face that he had not registered what you had said the first time.

He was standing there, mouth agape and eyes wide. He really was not expecting you to say something so forward, and you felt a surge of power at the influence you had over him.

You flashed him a wicked smile as he attempted to piece together his shattered mind. “What? Having second thoughts?” You teased.

“No!” He exclaimed in his deep, raspy voice. “I…Just really wasn’t expecting that.”

“Well, then I bet you really won’t expect what we’re gonna do next.” You said, tracing a finger on his jawline and staring deeply, intently and sexily into his eyes.

Gaara swallowed hard and you reached down to cup his groin in your hand. You could feel his erection pressing hard against the fabric of his pants and a shiver of excitement ran up your spine. You tightened your grip, making him gasp.

You led him over to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room and pushed him down, his body bouncing on the springy mattress. Swiftly, you jumped on top of him, forcing your hands under his shirt where you felt the strong, thick muscles of his abdomen. Your fingers travelled upwards, savoring the feeling of his body, and he closed his eyes as he thrust his hips upward to grind against yours; the action causing a rush of dominance to overcome you.

You dug your fingernails into his chest, raking them down his skin, the pleasure of having him at your mercy causing you to become wet. Gaara winced and gasped at your sudden forcefulness and he moved to grab your arms, but you were quicker. You pinned his wrists to his side and leaned in to stare into his eyes.

“I am going to use your body how I like,” You said forcefully, leaning over to kiss him hard and biting his bottom lip.

“Okay…” He breathed when he broke away from you.

You could tell by the quick rise and fall of his chest, and how his penis pulsed beneath you that he was getting excited, and this thought turned you on even more.

You jumped off him then, your hands reaching for his fly. You undid his pants, moving on to his shirt so that he could lay there naked, ready for his body to be used and abused by you. Again, you cupped his groin, squeezing his testicles just enough to make him squirm and buck his hips forward.

“You’re all mine, do you understand me?” You said, moving your hand to stroke the shaft of his long, girthy member.

“Yes…” He whispered, his voice raspy and breathy.

You instructed him not to look as you undressed, being vigilant to make sure he kept his eyes firmly closed until you told him to look. Now you stood before him, your beautiful naked body exposed to the cool air of the hotel room.

You walked back over to the bed and straddled him, looking down at his face as it tensed up in anticipation; his hips wiggling underneath you in an attempt to connect his penis to your entrance.

“Look at me,” You said firmly.

Gaara opened his eyes, looking up to you with wonder and excitement. He dared to raise a hand, caressing your body until he held a breast delicately in his hand. With his thumb, he played with your nipple, making it harden.

“You like that?” You whispered as you leaned close to his ear.

“Yes!”

Forcefully you took his hand and pinned it back against the mattress. You thrust your hips hard against his and you moaned.

“We’re gonna play a game,” You said, again flashing your wicked smile. “And do you know what that game is?”

He looked up at you with wide eyes, breathing his response, “No…”

“It’s a little game called try not to cum.”

Gaara gasped, looking as though he was about to protest, but you shut that down fast, sticking your tongue into his mouth; you only relented when you felt him struggling for air. You let him turn his head to the side, but took advantage of his exposed neck which you started to suck on - hard.

While you were working on claiming him for yourself, you reached down between your legs to take his penis in your hand. You adjusted overtop of him, rubbing the tip of his erection against your soaking wet lips. Never had you felt so turned on, so exhilarated in all your life.

Without hesitation, you pushed your hips downwards, breaking away from his neck to let out a moan as his girthy member stretched the quivering, yearning walls of your womanhood. Glancing down at him, you could see what you had done to him.

A large, purple bruise was standing out predominantly on the pale skin of his neck, just high enough so that it could be seen over his shirt collar.

“I am going to fuck you into submission,” You said to him hotly.

Gaara stared at you, his chest rising and falling quicker and quicker with his anticipation. “You may have your work cut out for you,” He shot back.

“We’ll see about that.”

You wasted no time in grinding your hips back and forth as if you had trained your whole life for this moment - no - as if your very life depended on it; you gave it your all, moaning loudly the entire time. You could feel the tip of his penis pulsing against your most sensitive spot with each thrust, and it made you want to fuck him harder.

“Oh my god!” You screamed as you rode him, his panting and your cries joining the sound of the bed thumping against the wall and the squeaking of the mattress springs. You were certain that the entire hotel could hear you, but you didn’t care.

“Ugh! I”m gonna cum,” Gaara moaned.

Abruptly, you jumped from him, leaving his penis to throb and pulse in the cold air.

“Ugh…!” Gaara gasped again.

“Not so fast,” You cooed, kissing him on the lips.

You watched in delight as he thrust his hips forward, desperate for any stimulation that would bring him release. He even struggled against your grasp, trying to move his hands from where you had them pinned, but it was no use.

After a few moments, his breathing levelled and you began again, sinking down onto his swollen member and using it as your own personal toy. Multiple times, you jumped off of him, each time Gaara groaned more intensely as his sexual frustration grew.

By the fourth time you had teased him, the sensation of his penis rubbing against your G-spot became too much. You began thrusting your hips even more wildly, driven solely by the primal urge to orgasm, and you were unable to stop.

“I’m going to cum!” Gaara gasped again, but little did he know it was his lucky day.

You were overcome by your own desire for release, and together your pleasure mounted. The feeling was immense, so much so that your eyes rolled back in your head and you felt a gush of wetness between your legs. You were screaming as loud as you possibly could for as long as you possibly could, trying to keep the orgasm going. You could have probably continued on for a second more, but Gaara was already gasping with overstimulation.

He had filled you with shot after shot of hot, sticky cum and now he was looking up at you, eyes hoping to have appeased you enough to let him go.

You slid off him and looked at the mess the two of you had created together.

“Oh my god,” You said through your breaths, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life…I think I even squirted a little.”

Gaara looked down at himself and then back at you. Slowly an affectionate smile crept across his face. “Well,” he breathed, “If that’s a first for you then I’m glad to have made it happen.”

Chapter #4 - Cheers to the Start of a Successful Vacation!

Later that day, Gaara sat across from you in the lounge of the hotel’s restaurant. The beach themed bar stretched across the entire room that luckily wasn’t too busy. The whole opposite side was designed with full length windows, giving couples a romantic and scenic view of the beach.

Now the sun was setting, the soft orange rays shimmering on the crisp water, reflecting bright white on the ocean blue.

Gaara took a sip of his drink, an alcoholic beverage he had surprised himself by deciding to try . He set the tall glass down on the round wooden table and gazed over at you affectionately. You were dressed in a stylish floral sundress, examining the menu for anything exotic you might want to try.

Perhaps it was the way the evening sun made your skin glow, or maybe it was your relaxed, upbeat demeanor, but something about how you appeared in that moment made Gaara want to sit across from you here - from anywhere - forever.

You looked up at him with a casual smile, mentioning something about the menu, when suddenly Gaara realized exactly what it was that made him feel this way.

“I love you,” He said. There was no shyness in his voice, no uncertainty.

You looked up at him, your expression brightening as you reached across the table to lace your fingers with his. “I love you, too.”

The two of you sat there for some time, ordering drinks, laughing and talking when a familiar voice came from across the lounge.

“There you two are,” Temari said, striding across the bar with Shikamaru in tow. Her hair wasn’t in her normal iconic updo, and she had a big relaxed grin spread across her face. “I was wondering where you had gone, we haven’t seen you all day.”

“We’ve just been touring the sights,” Gaara said, giving nothing away in his tone.

Shikamaru rubbed the back of his head. “Mind if we join you guys? We were gonna meet with Kankuro when he got here…” Suddenly, he trailed off, letting out a deep sigh. “Oh man, wait until you see him, what a drag.”

You let out a laugh, pushing a chair out for Temari. “Come sit, we’re just discussing what we want to try from the dinner menu.”

Temari and Shikamaru had just received their own drinks when Kankuro waddled into the lounge, his arms extended slightly to his side in a way that reminded you of a penguin. From the tip of his head to the end of his toes, he was beet red from a day of sun. You could tell just by looking at him that even moving was excruciating.

“Hey guys,” He said in a defeated and sheepish voice.

“You look worse than how you did on the beach!” Temari exclaimed. “Idiot.”

“Come sit,” You said, sliding off your seat to offer it to Kankuro.

Gaara pulled up another chair for you before turning back to his brother. He handed Kankuro a glass of ice water, a look of sympathy on his face. “Hopefully that doesn’t bother you the entire trip,” Gaara offered.

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Kankuro winced as he slid onto the chair, but much to his credit, he offered a small smile. “Here, let’s toast.”

He raised the water Gaara had given him. “Here’s to the start of a successful vacation!”

“Cheers!” You all exclaimed before clinking your glasses together; a perfect outcome to a perfect day.

Gaara’s heart soared as you rested your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers with his. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be in such a beautiful place, surrounded by his family, and to know he was loved by the woman he treasured more than anything.

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Nirvana: A Rock Lee Tale (Chapter 1)

Summary: Your dating life is terrible. Your friends’ marriage is fantastic. Your career as a medic was doing great, though. But you aren’t happy. However, after one quick trip to the Mighty Rock Dojo, you stumble upon the most magnificent man you’ve ever met- the taijutsu master- Rock Lee.

Notes: slow burn fic, afab/fem/black reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, (light) descriptions of blood and violence. Usage of the N word. The reader and Lee are in their late 20s but virtually any age group that is 18 and up can enjoy this story. Again 18+, minors do not interact… pls.

Word count: 2.6k

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You are lonely. So lonely.

Your friends tell you that you’re young and shouldn’t chase and should wait for the right person and should focus on yourself and all that jazz. But there is nothing else you can do but wait; your career as a medic is finally starting to blossom, you’re trying to take care of yourself, and dating apps are full of people you aren’t attracted to. And the ones who did interest you either don’t hit you up or stop engaging.

You feel worthless sometimes, like no matter how beautiful or poised you try to come off, that one person who you dream of spoiling and loving you is only that- a dream. You always feel like you'll never be fully appreciated. You know you deserve someone who takes care of you, but no matter how painful it is you always keep pushing. You never have time to drown in self-pity. At the end of the day, people still love and support you. That’s why you went on a date with some guy Temari and her husband, Shikamaru, put you on.

You always envied their relationship; they’ve been going strong since college, watching them grow and evolve as they fall deeper in love with each other. It’d make you quietly turn away and scowl every time they’d hold hands or smile into their kisses. Your date’s name is Sai. You went out a couple of times beforehand, and actually enjoyed his time; he was a smooth talker with a serene vibe who allowed you to be the corny goofball you are when comfortable. Especially when he’d crack deadpan jokes and tease you. The conversations you had held weight and authenticity.

Y’all are on your third date, walking the night streets of the city while eating rolled ice cream. The stroll is silent but comfortable, ignoring the fact that Sai hadn’t talked much throughout the day.

"Did you enjoy our date?" Sai quips, eyebrows rising inquisitively.

You swallow the melting treat and nod your head.

"Yup!" You lie. "What about you?"

Sai looks down at the remnants of melted ice cream in his cup before stopping in his tracks.

“Y/n, I think you’re really cool,” he prompts.

Fuck me, you think.

"But I don't see us being any more than good friends. I don't feel any excitement when I'm with you. Plus, my ex and I wanna get back together so... Yeah."

While nodding spitefully, your plump lips press together in a tight line.

"Goodbye, Sai." You turn around and walk the opposite direction.

"Should I get you an uber?" He calls out.

You simply wave your hand without looking back. You’re glad you didn’t fuck him anyways, since you already learned the hard way of fooling around while easily susceptible to attachment. That's how you got your heart broken. And you've healed, still healing, but trust is earned. And your time requires effort now.

You shut your apartment door with a foot and lock it before kicking off your heels. Tossing your keys on the living room table, you pad your way to the nearest couch and plop your face on the mattress.

Your eyes sting at the despair of it all, wondering if this love shit is only magical for some. You bring your vibrating phone closer to your face, only to see that it's Shikamaru. You sigh in contemplation, side-eyeing the TV across from you before reluctantly answering the call.

"Heyyy." Your voice drawls out in a feeble attempt at sounding happy.

"How was your date?" He sounds groggy, like he just woke up from one of his daily naps.

You gulp, eyes widening in shame. "It was - uhhh.”

You hear shuffling on your friend's end, waiting patiently for your response as he opens his refrigerator for snacks.

"Do you think I'm boring?" You whisper, as if you’re unraveling this big secret.

The noise ceases on the other side.

"He dropped you, didn't he?" He deadpans.

Your silence is all the answer he needs.

Shikamaru scoffs. "Fuck him. Don't let some dude you only met 3 times ruin the rest of your week.

"Mhmm." You hear people say that all too often for your liking.

"He said I didn't excite him. Whatever the hell that means."

"That's really a drag, y/n. I'm sorry it didn't work out for you. But you're not boring at all, it's his loss. Not yours.”

You curl up in a ball and stare at your TV screen, listening to your friend unwrapping a candy bar.

"Hey listen," he takes a bite from the frozen chocolate.

“Instead of sulking in your dark little hole till you find another date, how about you come with Mari and me to meet a good friend?"

"Whoring me out again are we?"

"Damn, was it that obvious?" He sighs tiredly at your lewd sarcasm.

“Anyway, he runs a dojo that his sensei founded. Called the Mighty Rock Dojo."

"Stupid name." You comment petulantly.

"Yeah I know." He snorts. "We'll pick you up at ten am if you want, a change in scenery could help with your... perspective on life."

"S'okay, you can say I’m depressed.”

“Yeah, well I think this could help, even a little bit. Didn't you always watch those Bruce Lee movies when you were a kid? Rush Hour? The Karate Kid?"

“Yeah but-“

"This could unlock good memories for you. Make you feel like you belong?"

"I don't fight though." you reason.

"No need. Just watch."

Your eyebrows furrow in deep worry. While his offer is tempting, you do not see how attending a dojo can fix your love life. Maybe you could use some innocent excitement for once.

"Alright, alright." You whine, cursing your schedule for making you free tomorrow. “Ten am you said?"

"That's my girl,” You side eye your phone: he hasn’t called you that since y’all broke up.

“And yes, we'll pick you up at ten. Now go to sleep.”

After your friend hangs up, you set your timer on your phone and toss it on the table beside you.

You are not a morning person; eyes burning from fresh sleep as you ponder whether you should fling your roaring alarm across your wall. You don’t really know what to wear at a dojo, so you decide on more casual clothing for the day. When you feel like you're all caught up on your morning routine, notifications of Temari texting you to come downstairs pop up on your phone.

You greet the couple as you enter their jeep and sit in the back, enjoying the faint aroma of cinnamon in the air.

"You ready to see some sick ass-whooping?" Temari snarls.

"You know it, girl." You snigger.

She is a breath of fresh air, you like befriending people who are more unserious than you at times.

The ride is peaceful; sun rays dancing through the windows, a lofi playlist tuning in the background to set a nice vibe. You'd doze off if you weren't getting eager to see what this dojo's all about.

"So Pineapple, who is this friend of yours?"

"Rock Lee." Shikamaru grumbles while staring ahead, spiky ponytail peaking above the headrest. You call him "pineapple” when you're feeling goofy, and he hates that his wife started using that foolish nickname on him soon after.

“He's been the master of the dojo ever since his sensei, Might Guy, retired 5 years ago," Temari adds.

You hum in acknowledgment. When you all finally arrive, your eyes droop a bit at how... unimpressive the outside looks. Very bland letters that spell out the text of the establishment's name. you wouldn't consider it a dojo without the word dojo being on the big sign. You groan in pending boredom.

A ceiling bell jingles as you enter, the first step inside the dojo and your face is smothered with the pungency of feet. Usually, you would turn right back around with a cringe and escape such an aggressive odor, but the man before you makes it exceptionally difficult to look away:

Beads of sweat decorate the contours of his neck and chest. An impeccable horse stance coils his body like a spring; perfect posture, plump ass sitting in a squat that shows the subtle bulge of his thighs through the fabric of his Gi; knees spread apart and each one bent at a 90 degree angle; left arm firmly folded behind his back while the other has his front palm facing him, slender fingers pointing up and pressed together like a blade. His hands and wrists are wrapped in white bandages that you assume would help secure the worn skin beneath. He’s in the midst of a match; his intense, unblinking gaze holding both his opponent and the onlookers in rapt attention. Every move is a display of disciplined grace and raw physical power. Every strike, every dodge, every block- they all hold tactical precision unlike any other. It's why he barely took a single blow.

You don't look away, leaning closer to Shikamaru.

"What technique is he using?" You mumble in fascination.

Your friend chuckles, sighing quietly after.

"Taijutsu. An ancient martial art that his sensei put on the map a few decades back. Last time I checked, this'll be Lee's 40th beaten opponent this week."

"Well damn." You grunt.

But how unexpected was it? He looks like an ancient warrior, like he loves what he’s doing. So much so, that the physical pain seems a necessity for his strength. That's why a dozen surround him in awe of his mastery.

The atmosphere is electric, growing anticipation of how this battle will end thickens the air. Lee's opponent is bruised up, battered figure wobbling side to side just to cope with the damage already done to him. All Lee has to do is wait a few moments, not moving an inch until he watches him fall to his knees, and collapse on the matted floor. The victor blinks a couple of times with a deep inhale, you can hear the timbre of his voice when he releases his breath.

"Heh. Some things never change," Temari scoffs with a knowing smile.

Relaxing his arms at the applauding crowd, Lee stands straight and bows to his beaten contestant, whispering a “thank you” for showing his dedication and strength: Lee slowly grabs his arm to help lift his body, walking him to a nursing room in the back of the dojo so he can tend to his injuries. An idea pops into your head, kicking off your street shoes to trot past the crowd and follow them. You decide that since you're a medical professional, you'd assist the fighter in his hospitality. You get steadily closer until you find him looking in the cabinets for certain remedies.

"Got antiseptic with cotton balls?"

Lee jolts to face you while still crouched under the counter, hitting his head against the hard surface.

Your hand covers your mouth in mortification.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"Don't worry, my friend!" He chuckles sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head. "Just didn't expect anyone to come in yet, haha!"

You smile at his reassurance, not expecting the depth of his voice; a low bass overshadowed by whimsical friendliness every time he speaks.

"Ahh okay. Still have any antiseptic with cotton balls?"

"Oh, yeah! need some?"

"No, but your friend does.”

Lee lowers his hand, turning his head to the man who lay on a thin mattress, and turns back to look at you.

"You want to help him?"

"Mhm!" You chirp, digging in your bag for your wallet to show him your license. Lee raises his hands up at your insistence.

"Y-You don't need to prove yourself to me! I appreciate the help. His eyes crinkle shut with a toothy smile.

You were thinking of ways to make it falter, like caressing the area where his neck and jaw meet or brushing your thumb along his bushy eyebrows. You could see how strong he is, and you want to feel it this time. You've never considered his textbook features attractive, but he makes them look too endearing to dislike.

After swiping a bag full of cotton from the upper cabinet, Lee notions you to come closer with a wave.

Walking to stand beside him, you analyze the man's wounds. Gently pressing your fingers throughout his body, you fail to spot any particularly tender areas.

Lee hands you a cotton swab with a bottle of antiseptic.

"Nun too serious." You murmur while squirting the solution on the cotton. "He'll be fine.”

He nods with a hum, watching you gently dab the damp material on the fighter's bloodied face.

"What's his name?"

"Neji. We've known each other since childhood."

There was a lilt of fondness in Lee's tone when regarding the man you're patching up.

Neji winces when you clean a certain cut above his eyebrow, making you pause with caution.

"Oop, sorry Neji. I'm almost done." You coo.

Lee watches in awe at how graceful and precise your movements are when treating his friend, the subtle focus in your stare as you put your training to use impresses him even more. He couldn't be that delicate with someone if he tried. He clears his throat.

"H-How did you learn about the dojo?"

You look up in quick thought before flickering your eyes down to the task at hand.

"The Naras brought me here."

Lee's eyes glow up like light bulbs.

"Shika knows you?!"

You snort at the cute nickname.

"Yeah. We've been friends since high school. Him and Temari think this place would be a... more cathartic way to spend my time."

You appreciate the couple for thinking of you, really. But it's still kind of embarrassing that they know how much of a loner you are. Lee places a hand on his hip while the other rubs his chin, eyes closing to reminisce about a familiar time in his life.

"Ahh, I remember when I had nothing better to do than work at the dojo. It got so bad that Shika stepped in to show me a more casual way of life. I didn't stop wearing my sense's hand-me-downs till last year!"

You giggle at how open he is to someone he just met. Lee didn't expect your sultry voice to allure him so easily when you laughed. He wants to make you do it again.

*Yeah," you agree. *He's like a dad friend."

"He IS a dad friend."

Both laughing heartily in unison, you wrap up Neji's treatment and return all the equipment you used.

"All he needs is a few day's rest and he'll be good as new." You look down at Neji who's sound asleep, sighing in pride at your handiwork.

"My name is Rock Lee, but I'd like it if you called me Sensei Lee. What's yours?"

"Y/n. It's nice to meet you, Sensei."

You love the way he looks down at you with those big round eyes. His grin is calm, radiating silent confidence.

"You'd be a great addition to our dojo, y/n.” You love the way your name rolls off his tongue. But your skin crawls at what that might say about you.

"You think so?"

"Know so! Every time I patch up my students, they say I'm too rough. But you're obviously a pro.”

You quietly scoff in shyness, the thought of being a nurse for a bunch of fighters never passed your mind till now. Lee blinks a few times in concern.

"I can pay you, if that's the issue."

You shake your head abruptly..

"I already have a well-paying job. Plus I couldn't do my best if it's only for the money."

”Yes, of course."

He is too good at eye contact and manners. You beg yourself to act right.

"I'll think about it. What's your number for the meantime?"

After he gives you his phone, you bid each other farewell. When you reunite with the Nara's you tell them everything that went down in the nursing room.

Shikamaru smirks knowingly, turning towards his car.

“I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Anyways, I want brunch."

"Meals are on me for introducing a new hobby!"

"This is why we love y/n."

"Don't get used to it," you warn playfully.

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