Hello everyone! I may or may not expand on this, but for now it's a oneshot that's loosely inspired by the song One Night, by Ed Sheeran. I have very little experience writing smut, and this is the first smut piece I've published, so any feedback you may have to offer would be a great help! I hope you enjoy! Happy reading~
A soft, warm light filtered through the bedside window, bringing a young woman to stir from her comfortable slumber. Her eyes, still somewhat heavy with sleep, slowly blinked open. As she took in her surroundings, knots began to form in the pit of her stomach. She recognized the room, but knew it wasn't hers.
She tried to sit up, only to find that she was caught in someone's embrace. She turned her head, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the shock of red hair contrasted against the pale face. This is exactly what she had been afraid to find. The man in question was Gaara, Mayako's best friend and Kazekage.
The previous night's events were coming back to her. The phantom sensation of booze fueled desire, the scent of sweat and sex, the echoes of euphoric moans.
She let out a groan and allowed her head to fall back to the pillow. He was going to be pissed when he woke up. She had allowed her long held attraction and drunken lust to get the better of her, consequently dragging Gaara into his own salacious spiral. Now, the both of them were going to have to fend off his gossip hungry siblings and any other Suna shinobi that may have seen them slip away from the previous night's festival. After a little thought she decided it would be best for her to leave before he woke up. Perhaps, she thought, he would think it was a all a dream.
She cast one more glance at his sleeping face, and a smile came to her lips upon seeing just how peaceful his expression was. With that, she held her breath and did her best to wriggle free from his arms, disturbing him as little as possible. Once she managed to sit all the way up on the bed, she realized that getting dressed would be a slight chore. As she scanned the room, she saw the clothes that had been sloppily scattered all about in the midst of their feverish hunger for one another. She slid off the bed, landing lightly on her feet. Mayako then began to tiptoe towards the nearest article of clothing, her skimpy black underwear. As she bent over to pick them up, she felt something tickling her ankle. She jumped slightly at the unexpected sensation, then looked down to see what had caused it. Her breath hitched in her throat when she saw a small stream of sand encircling her ankle. She followed it with her gaze, knowing exactly where it would lead.
The Kazekage was now sitting up slightly, leaning on one arm while the other was slightly outstretched to direct his sand. Her eyes swept over his bear chest, stopping for a moment to examine the multiple dark red bruises that stained his fair complexion, and then up to his pale seafoam eyes. Seeing those eyes fixated on her from behind hooded lids brought about a sudden wave of embarrassment and she moved to quickly cover her nakedness.
"Gaara!" came her startled cry. "I-I'm sorry, I was...I was just going, so-"
"Please Mayako," he cut her off, his husky voice coming out in almost a whisper. "Please stay." He was pleading now, and he seemed more vulnerable in that moment than Mayako could ever remember seeing the stoic redhead. Surprised, she began taking steps towards him, though she was unsure if it was by her own will or if she was being urged on by his sand.
"But Kankuro, a-and Temari, surely they'll wonder-"
"I'm not worried about them right now," he interrupted again in a low growl. Now that she was close enough, he sat up and took her by the wrist to pull her back onto the bed. He positioned her so that she was in his lap facing him. He grabbed her face and tangled his fingers in her raven hair, bringing his forehead to meet hers.
"Gaara…" she murmured softly.
"I don't want to be alone anymore." Without giving her a chance to respond, he closed what little space was left between them, claiming her lips as his own. She melted into his kiss without any hesitation, leaning with one hand on each of his thighs to keep from falling over. She gave his legs a slight squeeze, loving the feel of his taut skin over toned muscles. She licked his bottom lip, requesting entrance, which he quickly denied. He wanted to take the lead this time. He wanted to express to her that this time, it wasn't simply about trying to satisfy a nearly unquenchable lust.
Last night, when she had fallen asleep in his arms, a powerful emotion, unlike any he had felt before, came over him. His craving wasn't simply physical, he now had a longing to make her reciprocate those feelings. Determined, Gaara pulled his hands away from her face and ran them slowly and deliberately down her slim body to her hips where they would come to rest.
With his arms out of the way, Mayako was free to wrap hers around his neck. Using this shift in her balance to his advantage, he pushed her down to lie on the bed and brought one knee up to rest between her legs. His grip was gentle,but his subtle strength was enough to keep her pinned down beneath him.
He slid his tongue over her top lip then came to bite down on the bottom, dragging his teeth along the plump flesh before breaking the kiss. This elicited a needy whimper from her, but it was ignored. He instead traveled downwards, kissing, biting and sucking his way around her neck, clavicle and shoulders. His movements were driven by a heated passion, yet they were tender, much more so than last night's encounter. When he hit a sweet spot, Mayako gasped sharply, arching her back, bringing her ample breasts to press against Gaara's sturdy chest. Upon feeling the soft mounds, tipped by erect nipples against his own sensitive skin, a fresh wave of arousal flowed through him.
He repositioned himself, bringing one arm up near her shoulder, coming to lean on his forearm. This lifted him up enough to allow him to teasingly walk his fingers up her delicate skin until he reached her bosom, where he took a generous handful of the voluptuous orb. He began to massage it steadily before bringing his calloused fingers to pinch her nipple, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As he busied himself rolling circling her nipple, she decided it was time to begin exploring his delectable body.
She ran her hands down his strong, well muscled back before coming to tightly grope the fleshy rise of his firm ass. She gave him a couple of forceful squeezes, then allowed one hand to trail down the outside of his hip, and around to the front. She brought her fingertips to his hard member, which had been throbbing against her thigh for a while now. Starting at the base, she drew her fingers up towards his head, where he was already slick with precum. Her light touch moved along her prize in a painfully slow fashion. It sent chills down his spine, driving him mad. Gaara's hips jerked impatiently. Mayako let out a chuckle at his reaction. She reached his head and made tantalizing circles around his opening with the very tip of her index finger. His breathing became faster and his cock twitched with anticipation.
Without warning, she gripped what she could of his impressive shaft and gave a gentle tug. The Kazekage had to bite his lip to stifle the loud, involuntary moan that escaped him. Her stormy grey eyes were fixated on his reddening face, and he suddenly felt self conscious. He decided the best way to remedy this was to bury his face in her cleavage, nipping slightly at her skin.
Shifting his weight onto his other arm, he brought his hand to tease her neglected nipple. Her grip on him tightened, but he fought to remain in control. He slid his tongue up the middle of her chest and around the top of the breast he had just left, bringing his mouth to engulf the sensitive tip. He sucked, and flicked at her pert nipple, savouring the intoxicating taste of her. She let out a sigh that was rich with an erotic delight. Her hands left his body and twisted her fingers up in his silky auburn locks, which were damp with sweat, pressing his face closer to her chest.
After a moment, Gaara brought his face up to take a breath, a thin line of saliva continuing to connect his tongue with her chest. Their gaze met once more, her hands sliding down to the top of his shoulders and a smirk came to his lips. He was eager to watch her expression as his hand traveled downwards. His fingers lingered right at the top of her pelvis. Biting her lip in suspense, she pushed her hips into his hand, wanting desperately for him to touch her. He obliged, though not in the way she wanted. He was going to move slowly, just as she had. He grazed her pussy lightly with his fingertips, and she once again rolled her hips into his hand.
He at last delved into her wet folds, his nimble fingers tracing her entrance while his thumb found her clit. He pressed gently on the bundle of nerves, causing Mayako to dig her nails sharply into his skin. This reaction peaked his interest, so he played a little, moving his thumb up and down, side to side, then around in circles. All the while, her breathing became heavier, her nails dug deeper, and at last his name was pulled from her lips in the most rapturous of tones.
"Gaara…" she repeated, softly this time. He couldn't resist her much longer.
"Mayako…" he murmured. He brought his lips to her parted ones as he slipped one finger inside of her, swallowing her gasp. Slowly, he explored her tight walls, experiencing every rough patch and every smooth surface he could reach. He pumped in and out once, twice, and then broke their kiss. He watched her blissful expression as he slipped a second finger into her hot slit alongside the first. He rocked his fingers in and out to be sure she was nice and slick before scissoring them, stretching her in preparation for what was to come. She bucked her hips in time with his movements, enticing him to grind against her until he could no longer stand it. Pulling his fingers from her, he took a hold of her curvaceous hips, positioning his tip right at her entrance.
The small nod of approval was all he needed before pushing into her, allowing himself to be surrounded by her warmth. A shuddering breath left his lungs at the feeling, and her delicate whimper reverberated in his ears. He allowed her to get used to his girth before slowly beginning to thrust steadily in and out. She began to rock her hips with his, her desire to be connected with him growing. Their pace quickened, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing throughout the bedroom, mingled with unsuppressed moans and passionate cries. Mayako suddenly wrapped her slender legs around his torso, her strong thighs holding him close, forcing him deeper into her.
"Maya...ko," he got out between his ragged breaths. That low, seductive voice saying her name with such desperation was enough to drive her wild and she began to grind her hips into his even harder. Gaara brought her into a tight embrace, biting down on her shoulder in the heat of the moment, his mind becoming cloudy. Her enchanting voice, the rhythm of her bouncing breasts against him, the intoxicating scent of her, the squeezing of her walls on his were the only things that existed in that moment. He could feel the heat building, and pressure rising. Right on the precipice of ecstasy, he pulled out of her tight hold, releasing himself on her stomach, her name rolling from his tongue once more.
Though he was ready to collapse, he didn't want to neglect her. His fingers found her clit again, before she could lose her high. He worked the sensitive area, moving the fingers from his other hand to fill her once more. Her cries escalated, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath her. Her senses were both numb and yet very much alive, her remaining thoughts before blanking out entirely were focused solely on the man before her.
"Gaara!" she nearly screamed as her walls contracted on his fingers, and her body was wracked by euphoric convulsions. As quickly as it had come, her orgasm ended. Gaara pulled his hand from her, then allowed himself to fall beside her as he tried to ease his rapid heart rate. For a moment, they just basked in the afterglow of it all. As her breathing returned to normal, she began to laugh gleefully. Gaara sat up to look at her, startled. He thought perhaps he had done something wrong, or absurd. She looked up at him, her face absolutely glowing.
"I'm sorry, Mayako, I don't understand what's so funny," he stated, clearly confused.
"I'm just happy, silly Kazekage," she answered, beaming. His cheeks flushed a fresh shade of red, and a smile came to his lips. He beckoned his sand to bring a towel, which he used to wipe down her stomach.
"I'm happy as well." Mayako sat up, still giddy with excitement, her heart fluttering with emotion.
"Gaara I-" he cut her off with a soft kiss.
"I told you I don't want to be alone any longer…" he started. "So I expect you'll be back tonight?" Her grin returned upon hearing his words.
"I think I can make that possible," she said mischievously. Her brow then furrowed. "But what about you, Gaara? I'm sure you're way behind on today's paperwork." His green eyes widened, and he practically flew from the bed, hurriedly searching for his clothing. Mayako chuckled, following him off the bed.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it," he grumbled under his breath as he pulled his black pants on. She came up behind him, holding out his high collared, red coat. She helped him to slip it on, and began to dress herself as he did up the clasps.
"I suppose we should leave separately, huh?" she questioned hesitantly. To her surprise, he shook his head.
"Of course not. After all, you'll have to explain to my siblings where we were last night." Her smile fell. Without any further discussion,Gaara headed for his door. Opening it, he glanced back at the still baffled Mayako. "Are you coming?" She didn't respond, and he continued on.
"Gaara, come on," she finally said. "You can't be serious...come on, wait!" With that, she ran after him, closing the door behind her.