AN: Okay little beebs it's time for bed. ''Tis the adults time to play muahahaha! (I.E. this is going to be one of those smut chapters I've warned you all about. So read at your own risk) And so it begins...
It was dark outside, and the spring monsoon was just beginning. He realized it would be raining heavily for a couple of weeks, and the fact that his sand grew more difficult to move when wet bothered him slightly.
Yet the rain was peaceful with its lukewarm temperature, lulling patter on the window, and pleasant fresh smell. Just like everything else in Suna the rain was warm so getting caught in it was not really a bad experience with the exception of clinging wet clothing. He wanted to go out and enjoy the rain, but tonight he still had work to do. The current break of watching out the large windows was sufficient for now.
A soft rapping noise demanded his attention, and without really thinking he beckoned the visitor in.
"Good evening, Gaara."
He froze at the sound of a feminine voice, knowing exactly who the visitor was now without turning around.
"Good evening, Sakura. What can I do for you?" The redhead finally faced her, his white robes fluttering slightly as he did so.
He didn't mean to do it, but by nature his eyes focused on her body going from her face then down, and then back up again. He cursed himself for instinctually sizing her up. However, she seemed to smile at this. Perhaps he was being too harsh on himself.
"I wanted to see how you were doing. I'm really sorry about earlier... I forget sometimes that I'm a woman, and you're a man." The kunoichi laughed lightly, and the redhead felt himself ease. "However, its refreshing to be reminded sometimes."
"I'm sorry, what do you mean by refreshing?" Gaara clamped up again. He cursed his mind, and body for being so sensitive to every word this woman spoke. She took slow steps forward until she stood right in front of his desk. The piece of furniture seemed to be the only thing separating them.
"I mean I'm flattered you find me attractive. Coming from such a handsome, and respectable man I find it to be a great compliment." She sat down in the chair in front of his desk; lifting one long creamy leg to cross it over the other seductively. When his answer just seemed to be nothing but disbelief she frowned. "Or I could be completely wrong, and in actuality you find me disgusting?"
'You fucked up.' He inwardly berated himself.
"No you're very beautiful, I just... I don't have any-... I haven't..." The young kazekage wanted nothing more than to punch himself in the face. The amount of stumbling, and stuttering was beginning to kill any possible mood. Yet even though he felt like an idiot, the woman seemed to find it amusing.
"Oh my god you're so cute. You had better stop doing that or some girl will just snatch you right up!" Sakura began to giggle with heart. "I might even be that girl! Just keep blushing, and stuttering Gaara. This is just too innocent." She began to laugh a little harder causing the redhead to literally match his cheeks to his hair. He didn't know what to say or do in that moment, and as a result he began to recoil.
Sakura's laughter stopped when she noticed.
"Hey... please don't be afraid of me... I'm not going to hurt you, Gaara." She stood up slowly, and walked over to him as if she were approaching an injured animal. She reached out to touch his hand gingerly, and he pulled it back as if her touch burned. "It's ok, I'm not trying to mess with you. No teasing I swear."
'I'm a monster. Can't you see that?' He thought. He was afraid of everything in this moment, and fear was not something he felt frequently.
"I don't understand, what is it that you want?" Gaara bit harshly. He was so confused. Why did she want to touch him? She smiled warmly at him as if it would ease him.
It worked.
"I'm sorry for making you feel bad earlier. Can I make it up to you?" She reached forward again to firmly grab his hand. He didn't lash back, but he didn't go with it either. He simply stood there completely frozen. She placed his hand on her waist then moved in close to 'hug' him. "You can embrace me back, it's ok."
With a shaking breath the young kazekage brought up his other hand to firmly grip both sides of her waist. His head felt fuzzy, and the butterflies in his stomach just wouldn't quit. That familiar burning, and tingling sensation filled his core again. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than for her to touch him everywhere. 'Calm down, calm down, calm down!' He mentally berated himself.
Sakura moved her arms up around his neck then stared deeply into him. It was so intense that the urge to look away was too strong, and he succumbed to it bashfully. He then accidentally tightened his grip on her as she planted a feather soft kiss to his burning cheek.
Gaara inhaled sharply.
"What...are you..."
"I'm apologizing for making you feel like the bad guy, when I too can have those same dark cravings." The kunoichi whispered into his ear; her embrace was pleasantly tight. "You can experiment on me if you're feeling curious."
The redhead exhaled even more sharply than he had originally inhaled. His body felt like literal flames were licking his skin. He was almost at the edge of abandoning everything in favor of laying her down on the hard floor to take her like he had dreamed about. Instead his body shook like the nervous wreck he really was; it had betrayed him. Yet, this didn't bother her in the least.
"You are just too sweet." Sakura nearly purred. "So polite. I appreciate that, however I hope you don't mind if I make some decisions for you?"
'Oh my god it's happening.' He was in complete disbelief. This had to be a dream. Had he fallen asleep? Had his body finally given out on him after years of sleepless fatigue? The fingers lightly entwining themselves in his hair sending shivers down his spine told him 'no'.
He finally had to make a move. He had to give his consent or else this wasn't going to happen like he so badly wanted it to. Damnit he wanted it to happen, and he wanted it to happen right this very second.
"I...don't mind..." Gaara nearly panted the words with anticipation. With a smirk she leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips, and he returned it with even more eagerness.
Everything exploded in his head at that moment. She was so soft, and tasted so sweet. Her mouth parted for him and he finally allowed himself to be a bit more adventurous. Their tongues met for a moment, and slid against each other sending shivers down his spine. He bit down lightly to tug at her lip and she moaned delightfully. He felt a greedy need for more of her, and his hands roamed her frame subconsciously.
Sakura was so petite. The fact that she could fit so well in his arms made him even more excited. A feeling of grabbing her to throw her around into any position he wanted ran through him, but he buried it back down finding it too soon. When she moaned again he accidentally pushed her into the desk.
'Damnit that was too rough, she'll shy away now for sure...' He broke the kiss to look away, but he still had a good grip on her. 'You're an idiot.'
"I'm sorry, that was too much. I hope I didn't hurt you..." The redhead attempted to compose himself. "We can...stop...I'll understand if you don't wa-"
She placed a finger on his lips, and he almost melted.
"I like your eagerness, Gaara. It's very sexy so please don't back out on me now." The kunoichi leaned in to kiss his neck causing him to nearly growl in want. Suddenly everything came rushing back full force, and he began lifting her up onto the desk. She stiffened for a second, but then relaxed to continue her necking torture on him. She bit down firmly then dragged her teeth down his jugular. He moaned loudly for her in response.
Every time she did that it sent waves through every sensitive part of his body; igniting them with a pleasurable fire. How was this real? Is this how it always felt?
It felt good, way too good. Like he might die or burn up at any moment from the amount of tingles fluttering through his skin and nerves. He was hard, on fire, and his control over his mind was slipping. Logic and reason were starting to be replaced by instinct and chaos.
Gripping hard at her hips he pulled her to him, but stopped as soon as their pelvises touched. Was it too far? Was this too much? He was stuck, he didn't know how to do this.
Apparently he had been doing it right. She almost growled at him for halting their activity.
"Don't make a lady wait. It's rude." She kissed him hard, and before he could even catch up she had bit down on his lip.
"Forgive me I'm new at this." He spoke in between kisses and bitten lips. She laughed before grinding their hips together becoming instantly pleased by his reaction.
'This doesn't make sense! How does it keep getting better?!'
He moaned even louder than before. The pressure on his pelvis was so welcome that he sighed with relief, but then nearly whined when the knee-weakening pleasure came flooding through him like a broken dam. Breathy snickers brought his focus back to her.
"That's it, Gaara. You're doing so good." Sakura rolled against him again, and he groaned in ecstasy. Her praising him for this was not helping at all, in fact his blood flowed with more heat the more she talked him up.
"Th-thanks..." He blushed. For all this heated desire he still had it in him to blush like a shy little boy. When she moved against him again he moaned loudly and rested his forehead on her shoulder. He was going to die, there was no way he could feel this good without paying for it with his life.
"It's almost like you haven't felt this in a while." The kunoichi reached down between them, and under the fabric of his robes before skillfully undoing his belt and pants.
He froze again, and he didn't know if it was out of fear or anticipation. He wanted her to do it, but he also was afraid of what would happen when she did. Sliding her lithe fingers past his waistband she finally grabbed hold of the thing that needed the attention the most. He practically whimpered in response.
"When was the last time you got off ?" She giggled then pumped her hand. The tidal wave had finally started, and his eyes almost rolled back. He moved into her palm automatically; unable to control himself any longer. She snickered at his eagerness before cooing into his ear about how 'good' he was. He had to shake his head to get the blood back to his brain in able to answer her question.
"Y...ye...years..." Gaara stuttered out finally, receiving a deadpan look from Sakura. She halted everything, and he groaned painfully.
'No no no no no...' His insides churned at the absent feeling, and he almost cried.
"Years?! How many years?!" The kunoichi was dumbfounded. He looked at her through lidded eyes before blushing. He was being strangely honest with her.
It was probably because he wanted to just get her hands back on him again...
"Before the chunin exams... that was the last and only time..." He breathed harshly as he tried to decipher her look. It seemed to be almost pity but he wasn't sure.
"Why?"
To be honest he didn't know. Part of him felt dirty doing it that one single time, and he was a rather fucked up person back then. So it made zero sense for him to see it as something almost disgusting.
"I don't really know..." His temperature was leveling out but he was still ready and pulsing in her hand. 'This is so cruel...please Sakura... I don't want to have to beg for this...' He inwardly cursed himself for being so weak.
"Do you remember how it even felt?" She blinked at him then him at her. He remembered a rush, but that was about it.
He remembered the smell of blood, an overwhelming yet painful sensation from his groin, headiness, and a leftover mess of blood and semen. However it was foggy, and it was almost as if his brain didn't care to remember it. He came back to her question.
"Not really..." Now Gaara was embarrassed. Not only did he not know how it felt to be with a woman, but he couldn't remember clearly what it even felt like to do it to himself. He didn't want her to see him so stupidly inexperienced. Luckily she didn't seem to think like he did.
"It's ok, honey. Just don't scream when it happens alright? We don't want anyone coming in thinking I'm killing you, and getting an eyeful." With a giggle his fears were instantly banished. She smiled and began moving her delicate hand again. He started thanking various gods for just being brought back to this pleasurable moment. He moaned again ecstatically. "Ssssshh someone might hear you." She whispered and giggled at the same time.
The last time this happened Gaara knew it didn't feel this good. He wasn't as absorbed in the moment as he was now. There wasn't a beautiful woman with pink hair siting in front of him with her swollen lips, lust filled gaze, and beckoning voice all while pumping him firmly. No this was incredible; something that he had definitely been missing out on. He didn't want it to stop.
Yet the feeling just kept building and building and building. He couldn't remember if there was a stop to this feeling or not, but he felt that right now it was not a feeling that would just 'stop' abruptly. No if anything he was going to overflow, and his body was begging him to do so.
No matter how much noise Gaara made the feeling just kept getting better, so he got louder in response. Sakura snickered, and held her other hand over his panting, whining, and growling mouth. 'What's happening to me?' He felt so close to an edge, he knew he was going to fall at any moment or that this woman was going to rip him down with her. He wanted her to tear him to bloody shreds with her sinful hands. Every stroke of her hand along his length was too much to handle, and he began to tremble as a result.
"You're so close huh? C'mon, you can get there...come for me Gaara." The kunoichi purred one last time in his ear before pushing him over that final cliff by picking up her speed. He gripped at her shoulders for balance as he nearly screamed against her hand. His body broke out into a sweat as wave after wave of vibrations went through him from head to toe. He rocked his hips against her fast palm finally pulsing out whatever was building inside of him. He felt a pleasurable gushing come out of him in pulses, and he continued to cry out in white hot ecstasy. She finally slowed to a stop, and he leaned against her all while praying that he didn't accidentally die from this. He was panting so hard just to try to keep up with his rabbit heart. 'What just happened?! Did I really...did I actually...?'
He came around only when he heard her giggling, and cooing at him gently. "Oh you did so well. You did such a good job. I'm so proud of you, Gaara." Sakura was too good to him. He nuzzled against her instinctively, and she kissed his head in response. It was so gentle.
'What is this?!' Gaara was confused with the affection she was giving him. What would be the point if she didn't get anything out of it?
He felt her lean over to grab at some tissues from the tissue box. He had never really had a use for it, but considered it polite to have one there for his guests or business associates. When she reached back down to clean him up he realized that they now held a whole new purpose. He blushed when he saw the residue on her hands.
"I'm very sorry..." The redhead bit his lip with worry. 'Did I mess this up? Was I supposed to stop before this happened? Is this disgusting to her?' A million questions flew by him before she disrupted his thoughts.
"You're apologizing...for cumming on my hands?" Sakura blinked in surprise. Something was ticking away in her brain, and he couldn't decipher what it could be. He merely nodded quietly in response.
"That's...really sweet of you, but it's going to happen every time so I wouldn't worry about it." She started with a snicker that led to a full laugh. "Oh I hate the fact that I'm going to be the one to ruin you, but I love it too you know?"
"I don't understand..." Gaara blushed further and glanced away. He clamped up when he felt her lips touch the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You thought we were done?" The kunoichi pulled his hips back to meet her own, and he gasped. "So selfish, Gaara. I have needs too. You can't just go and leave a lady wanting right?"
An audible gulp was heard. He had no clue where to even begin...
"Lord Kazekage! A large scorpion has entered the city limits!" A guard outside of his office yelled while also rapping at the door.
That was certainly not how he wanted to start this.
"I suppose you are the only exception. You can pay me back later then." She smirked at him while he cringed at the situation.
"I apologize." Disappointment began to set in while his heart seemed to sink. He didn't want to be disrespectful to her after all she had just done for him, but he was a village leader and the village was a priority.
Gaara started to look away when she pulled him back in like a moth the the flame. Sakura eyed him with a serious gaze before allowing the vixen inside of her to peak through.
"Oh don't worry. I'll come find you again later." Before he could return a statement she placed a long yet loving kiss to his parted lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into her all the while growing dizzy with his new found feelings. When the pounding at the door wouldn't desist she gave a groan before breaking the kiss to give him a playful shove. He blinked at her owlishly while she smirked. "Go , you have a rather large insect to slay."
He had already forgotten all about it even with the incessant knocking and shouting at the door. 'What sort of art does this woman possess when she can bend reality for me over a mere kiss?' He shook his head at himself before giving her a stern nod.
She was giggling as he left obviously finding his silence humorous. He prayed the guard didn't notice his flushed face as he rushed past.
AN: GURL YAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS. Oh this chapter was fabulous for me, was it good for you? ;)
Review and prepare for a tidal wave in the next chapter!
