AN: This chapter is pure smut and contributes to the plot in absolutely no way. If you're not feeling that, then maybe skip this chapter.
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In the privacy of his own bedroom, Gaara felt a rush of freedom. He was alone with her now, their arms and fingers and tongues tangling together with desperation as they ambled their way over to his empty bed.
Gaara's excitability had always had a fairly low threshold. Excitement just wasn't his thing. However, where Sakura was concerned, anything could be his thing. He felt frenzied as he let his hands roam over Sakura's body, twisting in the fabric of her vest, fumbling with the buckle on her skirt.
He could feel Sakura's frenzy, too, in the way her fingers trembled in his hair and skittered over his abdomen. She gripped the hem of his shirt and attempted to pull it up over his head. He shifted his arms to oblige her, assisting her in pulling it off and tossing it over into the corner to be cleaned up later.
She wasted no time in exploring every inch of his newly exposed skin. She pressed the tips of her fingers into his chest, running over his abs, his muscles, the goosebumps starting to form under her delicate ministrations.
As distracted as he was by nearly every part of her body, he couldn't help but find himself drawn to her eyes anyway, ignoring some of the more primal instincts in his body. He wanted to see her clearly now before they passed a point of no return. Sex could very well change things between them forever, and while he was more than okay with that, he also wanted to take a moment just to really take her all in.
She didn't seem to notice that his attention had softened. Her emerald eyes were smoldering as they roved his body, drinking him in. He felt a shiver make its way down his spine at the sight of her heated gaze. Her hands were soft and light as they feathered over his chest once more before she began to unbutton his pants. Gaara was a little surprised by how brazen she seemed. He hadn't thought it possible, but she seemed more turned on than even he was.
He watched with fascination as she continued to struggle with unbuttoning his pants. He could sense her growing frustration and it was with faint amusement that he pushed her hands away and began to take off his pants himself.
"You seem eager," he said, unable to contain his grin. Had anyone ever been so eager to get him naked before? While Matsuri had definitely enjoyed their carnal activities, she hadn't been nearly so vivacious.
It made Gaara's head swim.
"I just want to make you feel good."
The words caught Gaara off guard a little bit, both with their sincerity and the humble way they were uttered. He had meant to take the lead here and make her feel good, but she seemed to have other plans.
He was utterly helpless against her, watching with disbelief as she yanked down his pants and pulled his now painfully hard member into her tiny, impossibly soft hand. He gasped, his body jolting, lighting up all over at the sudden, delicious, electric contact.
It was with distant panic and pure delight that he realized what she was about to do. She dropped to her knees, her eyes impossibly wide as she gazed up at him from the ground.
"I've never done this before," she admitted softly, her gaze drifted away from his face toward the pulsing hardness in her hands.
He was torn between wanting to stop her and wanting to bury his hands in her hair. Matsuri had never done this to him before. She had never offered and he had never asked. Since this was new territory for him, he wasn't sure what to do with his hands. Would she be offended if he wanted to hold her head?
"Sakura, you don't have to—"
Words escaped him completely when he felt her teasing press a kiss to the tip of his member, opening her mouth ever so slightly. She looked up at him, her eyes curious and uncertain.
"So I just put it in my mouth?" she asked.
"Uhh…"
She didn't wait for his approval before she was circling her tongue around his tip and sliding him down into her mouth.
"Sakura, wait," he stuttered, his fingers pausing just over her hair.
Obediently, she pulled back. Her eyes were expectant and curious and still a little heated. Her determination to please him was absurdly charming, but it hadn't been exactly the way he had planned their first time to go. Still, it was incredibly hard to reject her advance, especially since she looked so pleased to be giving it in the first place.
"Get it wet first," he explained, brushing his thumb over her lower lip, which was damp with her own saliva. He then gripped his member and gave it a stroke, thumbing her spit over himself.
"Oh," she said softly, chewing her bottom lip as she watched him pump himself a couple of times.
For all her bravado and eagerness to please him, the endearing blush on her cheeks and the demure way she looked away was insanely charming and served to remind Gaara that she wasn't quite as comfortable with this as she let on.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," he told her gently.
"No, I want to," she insisted, adjusting her position and looking up at him with newly invigorated determination. "I just— you might need to show me how."
The urge to pry her mouth open with his fingers and force himself inside her mouth flashed across him mind. He was instantly embarrassed by his own intrusive thought.
A little angry with himself for thinking such a violent thing, he almost told her to forget it. They didn't need to be focusing on his pleasure anyway. She was the inexperienced one, the one who deserved a chance to be explored and pleasured and teased.
The second her lips closed around his member any logical thought flew from his mind. Without meaning to, his fingertips buried themselves in her hair, holding her against him. The wet, roiling heat of her mouth set him on fire, electrifying his nerves and coaxing a wanton groan from him.
She made a small choking sound. His eyes flew open to look at her, his fingers automatically releasing her hair. She didn't pull away from him just yet, though. She continued to take his length into her mouth slowly, her tongue laving over him in a sinful way. He felt his eyes slipping shut again, which was a damn shame because Sakura had never looked so beautiful before.
When she had his entire length in her mouth, she froze. He opened his eyes again to look at her and found her eyes closed. She had one hand on his thigh, bracing her weight against him and the other was wedged between her own legs, pressed against her damp panties which Gaara could see peeking out from beneath her little pink skirt.
He watched with utter fascination as she rubbed circles on herself. It was so lewd and so wanton and for a brief second Gaara could help but wonder what Naruto would think if he could see the two of them now.
Sakura hummed a low groan, enraptured by her self-pleasure. Gaara's fingers were instantly in her hair again, tightening as he struggled to keep himself composed. The gentle, sweet vibrations she hummed into him drove him absolutely wild.
He was a mere second from grabbing all of her hair in one hand and manually pumping her mouth over himself. Luckily, before he could resort to such barbarism, Sakura pulled away, releasing his member with a wet pop.
The rush of cool air did nothing to quell the heat roiling in his gut. Sakura's lips glistened with her spit and he couldn't look at anything but her mouth, praying that she would return to finish the job.
"Is that wet enough?" she asked.
Gaara's voice was caught in his throat, which was probably for the best. He wasn't entirely sure what to say to that, and it was increasingly hard to come up with words. He could see her saliva on his member and the dampness between her legs. They were plenty wet enough now, he was elated to note. He had barely touched her but she already seemed more than ready.
He wanted nothing more than to pick her up, toss her onto his bed, and yank those panties off of her in one fell swoop.
However, Sakura didn't give him time to come up with an answer before she had taken him in her mouth again, this time taking his entire length immediately. Gaara gasped and brushed the strands of pink hair that had fallen into her face away. She seemed encouraged by the contact and began to bob her head up and down, slowly and sensually.
He supposed he could die happy now, because surely nothing in the world could be as pleasurable as this. His body felt electric, static as he tightened his fingers in her hair again. He stifled a groan as she picked up speed, moaning and touching herself with new fervor.
"Sakura…" he murmured, trying to be gentle as he filtered her hair through his fingers. If she didn't stop soon, he was going to…
She quickened her pace further, looking up at him to gauge his reaction and determine whether or not he was enjoying himself. When their eyes met, he couldn't really explain the visceral reaction he had. It was like a stab, a shot through the heart. Fearing that he would come too soon, he took a step back away from her, pulling himself out of her grasp, her mouth.
"What's wron—"
Before she could finish the question, Gaara had yanked her up off the ground and tossed her onto the bed. Before his blood could cool, he quickly moved to cover her body, pinning her down to the mattress.
"Gaara-sama, what are you doing?"
There was mirth in her eyes, much to his surprise. She might not have been experienced, but she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"You're suspiciously good at that," he accused, peering down at her with narrowed eyes. She looked absolutely stunning with her pink hair splayed around her face like a halo. Her lips were wet and her eyes were bright.
"I'm a medic," she said with a teasing grin. "I know where all your nerve endings are."
Gaara chuckled.
"You don't believe me?" she asked incredulously.
Gaara shrugged.
Sakura thrust her palm up to his chest, covering his heart with her hand. Gaara was a little surprised by the action, but allowed her to smooth her hand over his bare chest with confusion.
"Well, how does this feel?" she asked softly, and then with a burst of chakra through her hand, she set every nerve in Gaara's body on fire.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. Gaara gasped, but felt like he couldn't suck in a proper breath. He was tingling, humming with pleasure, but not like anything he'd ever felt before. He was only touching Sakura where her palm met his chest, but it felt like she was all over him, inside him, the air he was breathing and greedily trying to suck into his lungs. He was turned on, but it was also a little painful and his muscles felt out of his control.
He took another shuddering breath, feeling his body convulse once and then twice before Sakura removed her hand from his chest.
Gaara collapsed on her the second contact was lost. "What the hell?" he mumbled into her shoulder. He was drenched in sweat after only the few seconds spent under her ministrations. It felt like he had just run a marathon or sparred to exhaustion. His body felt limp, but alit.
"I suppose I should really have targeted a more specific area," she said. He could sense her grinning, but he kept his face buried in the mattress by her shoulder. "How about right here?" she asked, reaching for his member again.
Gaara grunted and quickly moved to grip her wrist. "No, no," he admonished. "We can revisit that later, you creepy little thing."
"Creepy?" she squealed. "I'm not creepy.
Gaara lifted his face to press a sweet, chaste kiss to her lips. "Oh, you're absolutely creepy," he insisted once he had pulled away. "But I like it."
Sakura grinned and craned her neck to kiss him again, this time with a little more heat. His surge of affection for her was almost unbearable. He was honestly quite surprised by her lack of apprehension and her willingness to please him so readily. It was nothing like his first time with Matsuri had been, nor any of the times after that.
She continued to pepper kisses down his neck, her fingers curling and twisting through his hair before gliding down his back and rubbing teasing circles there. She pressed her body up into his, creating delicious friction between them, slow but incredibly sensual.
Gaara wanted to press pause for a moment, to pull away and look at her. Something was brewing inside him – an emotion, not his arousal. He wanted to say something to her, to remark on the journey that their relationship had been. Sakura was a fiery force, a burst of light that awakened something in him that he wasn't sure how to describe.
Lacking the words to say, he settled for pressing back against her with his hips, pushing her down against his bed. He could feel her enticing heat and pressure against his member, her moistness slick against him. He shuddered and reached for her skirt buckle.
She didn't even give him a chance to attempt to take it off himself before she was shimmying out of it. With wry amusement, Gaara tossed it to the floor. She still wore her vest and her panties, which Gaara was delighted to see were red. There was something about that color, Sakura aside, that excited him.
"You're not naked enough," he noted, tugging on her vest gently.
Sakura shrugged indifferently, pulling the zipper of her vest up even higher up on her throat. "What are you going to do about it?" she teased.
Her heated words sent his heart racing. His dick was painfully hard now as he watched her bite her lip, wriggling beneath him while she waited for his next move.
He didn't keep her waiting long. He reached for her zipper, but she rolled her shoulders away from him, her smile coy and flirtatious. She batted her lashes at him. He wasn't sure how such and innocent gesture could get his blood pumping so intensely. He almost wished he didn't feel so captivated by her. It seemed unfair – like she had some kind of advantage over him here. How could she possibly want him as much as he wanted her? That was impossible.
Again, he reached for the zipper, but quicker this time. He caught hold of it just as Sakura tried to wrench away from his grasp again. She was still smiling, on the verge of laughter judging by the look in her eyes.
As adorable as it was, he needed to wipe that smile off her face and replace it with something else. Something better.
With a little more force than necessary, Gaara tore the zipper down and unclasped the end, pulling the vest open in the process. Sakura made a noise of surprise or something – Gaara lost his ability to focus for a moment. For a second he could do nothing but stare at her freshly exposed breasts, which were small and pale and beautiful, her nipples erect and rosy and practically begging to be touched.
To his utter surprise, Sakura reached up and covered her breasts with her hands. He glanced up at her face, shocked to see redness there. Was she embarrassed? She seemed so self-assured. It was hard to believe she, of all people, would be self-conscious about her body.
"What's the matter?" he asked softly, pushing a tendril of hair away from her face.
She shook her head slightly, and closed her eyes for a second before opening them up again to look at him. "I'm not like Tsunade-sama or Ino," she said cautiously, glancing away from him out of shame. "You know…" she continued, struggling to voice her thoughts. "I don't have, like, womanly curves."
Gaara nearly laughed at her, but caught himself before it made Sakura feel worse. Her breast envy was unwarranted, but also kind of cute. He grabbed onto one of her wrists and gently pulled it toward his chest and held it there.
"Sakura, you are the most beautiful creature on this earth," he said, mustering as much sincerity as he could for her, because he wanted her to believe him. He was speaking the truth.
She smiled, but rolled her eyes, too. Perhaps it was because he was so turned on, but her dismissal made a bubble of rage bloom up in his chest. Irritated, he snatched both of her wrists together with one hand and pinned them above her head.
"Say it," he commanded, his tone darker – a little darker than he had been going for. Even to his own ears, he sounded a little angry, which was not what he wanted Sakura to think.
"Say what?" she asked meekly, her eyes wide though her lips were still quirked up in a dazed half smile.
"Tell me that you're beautiful."
She averted her gaze, her cheeks pink again, but in a charming and demure sort of way that sent Gaara's arousal soaring up again.
"I'm beautiful," she said obediently.
"Damn right, you are," he muttered, leaning down to kiss her temple where he could see a cluster of tiny freckles. Then he moved to her cheek and pressed another kiss there, letting go of her wrists so he could hold her face and kiss her properly on the mouth. "You're so beautiful," he said to her between languid, gentle kisses, "the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Sakura didn't argue – didn't have the opportunity to as Gaara continued to kiss her, afraid to pull away until she understood exactly how attractive she was to him. On some level she must have known. Her confidence had always been so alluring to him. She was pretty and she knew it.
Of course he realized that being self-conscious about her breast size was a different thing. She was allowed to feel some insecurities, as silly as they were. But she was perfect as far as Gaara was concerned, and he wanted her to know that.
Eager for a reaction from her, Gaara let go of her face and reached down for her breast, taking a sensitive nipple between his thumb and finger and giving it a firm, borderline rough tug.
The effect was immediate and very satisfying. Sakura groaned. Her pitched elevated as she arched into him, pressing her hips up into his. Gaara grinded back down into her, pushing her hips back to the mattress.
"Did you like that?" he asked, feeling the friction between them grow more intense. He wanted to be inside her so badly.
"Yes," she said as she nodded, reaching up for his face. Gaara allowed her to tangle her fingers in his hair, expecting her to kiss him.
Instead, she guided his face down toward her exposed breast. This was the Sakura he liked – the one who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. He happily obliged her, pressing soft kisses to the tender flesh of her breasts, basking in the sweet sounds she made. She squirmed and wriggled beneath him, grinding herself against his thigh, his stomach, whatever she could reach with her hips.
Gaara growled and he continued to administer kisses and attention to her beautiful chest. Sakura was so worked up now that he could smell her arousal. It was maddening that she was already ready for him. Matsuri always had to 'warm up' for lack of a better term. Sakura was ready now and it made Gaara's throat feel dry and his dick too hard.
But he wasn't quite done with her yet. He took a sweet nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting and teasing. Sakura's resulting screech made Gaara wince, as did the way she tightened her fingers into his scalp.
"Gaara-sama, please," she begged. He didn't know what she was begging for, but she only had to ask and he would gladly give it to her.
"Please what?" he asked, lifting his face to look her in the eye.
"Just fuck me already."
How could he say no to that? With little ceremony, Gaara tugged her panties down to her ankles, his fingers teasing the sensitive slickness as soon as the offending fabric was gone.
Sakura arched again, bucking wildly into his hand. Delighted by her reaction, Gaara watched her face as she writhed against him. Her eyes were screwed shut and her lower lip was caught between her teeth. She didn't really need his coaxing – she was more than wet enough for him already. He just had to explore her a little bit first.
Tentatively, he pushed a finger inside her, enthralled by the way she grinded against his hand, heaving and panting now.
"No," she said, even as she continued to ride his hand. Gaara couldn't help but grin. "I can do that myself," she insisted. "Put your dick inside me, please."
The chuckle that escaped him made her eyes fly open. There was some heat there of the angry variety, but Gaara knew he could make that dissipate pretty easily.
"Yes, ma'am," he agreed, moving his hand from her crotch to his own. He was torn between wanting to look at her face as he entered her and wanting to look at the act itself, the tantalizing act he had dreamed of too often.
The gentle mewl that she made as he guided himself inside her made the choice for him. Her mouth hung open, her brows knit as he eased the entire length of himself down inside her. Her eyes were dilated, boring straight into his. She closed her eyes, wincing slightly as he pushed himself all the way inside her. Gaara was gentle easing himself into her and then holding still so she could adjust.
He began to feel her chakra surrounding his dick – not doing anything to it, but just there.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned that he might be hurting her and she was trying to heal herself.
More chakra surged up in her, this time to her hands. In the blink of an eye, she had wrenched him down to the mattress, flipping their positions so that she was hovering over top of him. It caused slick friction and tightness between them that made Gaara grunt.
Sakura was chewing her lip, her heartbeat stuttering in her chest. Fascinated, Gaara watched the pulse point in her neck. They were both perfectly still for a second, staring at one another. If Gaara didn't feel a thread of uncertainty coursing through him, he might have bucked up into her to get her rolling. It was difficult to read her face, which Gaara hated. He liked to think he could understand what she was thinking, but he didn't.
He wished she didn't look so serious.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"Shush," she murmured, pressing her finger to his lips. Obediently, Gaara remained still and silent. After a few moments, Sakura began to move, slowly riding him. Her fingernails bit into his chest and her pink hair trickled down between their faces as she began to pick up speed.
Hesitantly, Gaara reached up and gathered her hair, pulling it back behind her neck and holding it in his fist. God, she was beautiful. He couldn't help but feel faintly amused by her furrowed brow and obvious concentration.
Sakura paused for a moment to adjust her angle and then began again, this time fast and a bit more frantic. She moaned, the sound a little desperate and insanely arousing. Gaara tightened his fist in her hair and used his free hand to grab onto her hip and help her ride him.
She moaned again, this time elevated and primal.
"Gaara, please."
He was a little surprised to hear her utter his name without the honorific. He didn't now exactly why she liked to use it, but the fact that she didn't this time made his heart skip a beat.
"Please what?"
She reached for the hand that was on her hip and guided it toward her crotch, watching Gaara's face to see his reaction.
"Make me cum, please."
Gaara blinked, feeling a little blown away by her desperation and her lack of shame and her desire for him. He wondered if she even knew how much power she had in that moment because there wasn't a single thing in the world he would deny her. All she had to do was ask for it.
"Oh, I'll make you cum," he said before flipping her back over on her back.
