A/N: Well... this is it. My 1st piece of fan-fiction and lemon attempt. I hope I'm doing all this right. WARNING! THERE IS SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW! Please enjoy and leave a review. Best!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM NARUTO
She slipped inside his office making sure she went unseen by any passer-bys. The room was so meticulously cleaned and organized. She walked by a shelf of books, running her pointer finger over the edge. No dust or dirt. She walked toward the large office desk. All the writing instruments were perfectly aligned with each other, all loose papers were neatly stacked, every little item had a designated spot on his desk. By the time I'm finished with him, this room will look like a storm rolled through it.
She heard voices outside the door and felt his chakra coming over her the closer he came to the office. She quickly moved into position under the desk, slowed her breathing, and masked her chakra. He entered the room alone and closed the door behind him. Perfect. He poured himself a glass of water before taking his seat behind his desk. Her heart began to rapidly pound deep in her chest the closer he moved his chair towards her. He took a long drink from his glass, then set it off to the side, and began his work. He ruffled through the stack of papers, letting out a sigh, or groan after reviewing each of them. Someone's busy today. She could hear the etching of every T crossed and I dotted. He had settled in unsuspecting of what was to happen next. It's time. She made her move.
She placed her hands firmly on his knees, the writing stopped, his eyes widened, and his body stiffened from her surprising presence. He regained his composure, gave a slight smirk, and went back to work. I wonder if he'll let me have my fun. She smiled mischievously but wasn't going to make a full appearance just yet. She began to massage his thighs in a circular motion using her thumbs, applying more pressure the closer she got to his manhood. His body felt more relaxed, the writing began to slow, but he did not stop this time. He's going to play along! She ran one hand over the growing visible imprint he was making in response to her playful antics, massaging his raised piece against her palm. His breathing became slow and shallow, but he continued with his work. Her other hand cupped his sack and firmly massaged its contents. She could feel his member twitch at the unusual sensation. The scribbling had stopped. He moved the chair back just enough to allow her to undo his pants and shimmy them down to expose himself to her. She gripped his manhood at the base and pulled him back under the desk. He growled at her friskiness and went back to work. Tsk. Tsk. All work with you. She let her tongue swirl slowly around his head, gently down his shaft, and back up again, again, and again. Let's see if I can't push you over the edge with this. Her lips pursed against his tip, then slowly parted over the head. Her tongue pressing against his length as she swallowed him down. His body quickly tensed, the writing instrument fell out of his hand, his head jerked back, and a sharp "AH" escaped from him. He was done with her game and about to fuck her under, on, and over this desk.
Knock, Knock. "Gaara, are you busy?"
The Kazekage immediately straightened himself up, gagging his temptress in the moment with his aching member. She tried to pull away from him and allow him to further compose himself, but he decided to continue her game a bit longer. He placed his free hand on her head, grabbing up her hair into a fist, and directed her slowly up and down his still full length before letting her go. What are you thinking! This is not going to end well.