Annie's place

you always knew moments like this would be inevitable, given that gaara's duty as kazekage is a demanding one that takes many an effort to completely satisfy. you couldn't hold anything against him, though. not the endless paperwork, not the gruelling diplomatic endeavours, not even the urgent summons that happen right before you're getting somewhere with him.

nothing.

it was understandable that he'd sleep immediately without wishing you good night. you could also tolerate the final ghost of his lips on your forehead at sunrise before he returns past midnight. maybe you'd see him at dinner and share warm words, but only for a few minutes before duty called him again.

and over and over again, you would never complain. with your considerate mind and empathetic heart, you'd never find the nerve to feel upset with yourself, nor would you ever find the nerve feel upset at your husband for simply doing his job.

but what you do feel, is uncertain.

it's hard not to feel uncertain about where things are going when the distance between you grows further and further, day by day. it's a morbid and irrational thought that you know isn't true, but you wonder if he still carries love for you in his heart. the same love that made you so certain.

mashrabiya screens pass cool air onto your skin as you sit in front of the large mirror at your dressing table, getting ready for bed. the candles on the desk flicker slowly, casting warm light over your skin. but still, the colour in your eyes remain dim when you think about how seldom you exchange touches with gaara. upon the realisation that you're thinking selfishly, you sigh. but are you so wrong to desire? are you wrong for wanting your husband to yourself?

and just as you're about to wear your bonnet and retire for the night, you hear the door slowly open. you don't bother to turn your head towards it. even when you hear the familiar weight of soft footsteps that are undeniably gaara's, you continue to stare at your pretty reflection in the mirror.

you expect what's been typical for the past few weeks: the sound of clothes coming off his body before he goes straight to bed. or maybe, some footsteps that fall out of earshot as he walks to his study to resume work.

but when your eyes flicker to the ornate clock on the wall, you note that your expectations have been subverted. it reads nine 'o'clock. you thought he'd be at a meeting until midnight, but your husband is here, and sooner than you'd anticipated.

gaara's taller frame remains stood by the door, staring at your seated form momentarily. his keen eyes roam over the thin fabric of your loose night dress, admiring how the cloth drapes over your curvature like brushstrokes of paint would on a canvas. those eyes continue to weigh heavily on you, but you do not waver.

"gaara," you cross your legs, still focused on your reflection. "you're early today."

there's no biting bitterness, no excitement, or any other possible emotion he could gauge from your tone. it's merely a flat observation.

"yes," he responds quietly. "i am."

in this moment, gaara notices how your usually bright eyes appear lacklustre. it urges him to think carefully and pause for a few heartbeats before speaking again, should he make them even dimmer with the wrong words.

"forgive me, beloved. you weren't expecting my arrival, were you?"

gaara shuts the door from behind him with a soft click, and the bedroom, as large as it is, feels smaller. the air feels heavier. and the silence that follows is burdening, as if you're watching individual grains of sand as they pass through an hourglass. it's unusual, gaara thinks to himself. he's standing in the same spot where you would always, without fail, rush to kiss him after a difficult day. your sweet laughter would bounce off the walls, and you'd behave as if you couldn't bear another second without touching him.

and now, as he remains stood in that same spot, he's confronted by not only the cold barrier of your averting gaze, but also a new emotion: guilt.

he feels guilt over the fact that when you needed him the most, he wasn't there.

he feels guilty because his absence had reduced your expectations of him. it had trained you to accept less than what you deserve, and it broke him. lord kazekage, provider of the nation, could not even provide his own wife with the sustenance to satiate her cravings.

granted, gaara had a fledgling heart that learned the meaning of love later than you, but he knew that throwing "sorries" without action in the air would never compensate for his limited presence. and so quietly, he takes a step forwards, and then another.

towards your desk, towards you.

he stands behind you, close enough to catch your comforting scent, but far enough so that you don't feel his breath fanning on your skin. theres several weeks' worth of interrupted meals, forgotten 'good night's and 'good morning's, and empty sheets on his side of the bed squeezing in that distance between you. within that span of time, you've both not touched each other properly, and the promise of such close contact is being dangled right in front of gaara's face.

you know he's refusing to take his eyes off your reflection in the mirror, but you are just as stubborn in retaliation when you refuse to look back, acting as if he's not there.

but when he leans down, with his lips so close to your temple, you're forced to reckon with his presence. your breath hitches, and your legs cross themselves tighter in a bid to stay resistant as he speaks gently.

"i'm here now... but i don't know if you want me, y/n."

"gaara..." you whisper.

"y/n," he whispers back. "if we are going to spend a lifetime together, i should spend it making sure you're pleased with me. living without love isn't something i intend on making you endure."

"i know the agony of being deprived of love much too well. it's painful," he continues the soft speech in your ear. "it weighs heavily on your heart." a pause. "does it hurt, y/n?"

your shoulders stiffen at the probing question you desperately want to say "yes" to. it shouldn't hurt. you want to act like it doesn't, but it does.

"no, gaara," you feign quietly. "i know how much suna means to you."

he stays quiet.

"you're the kazekage. there's a lot of work, and an immense amount of responsibility involved in making sure this village is safe."

you stop gazing into the mirror, opting to look down at the flickering candle on the desk instead. "i expect you to take care of this village to the best of your ability," you murmur. "it's okay, my dear."

gaara can't believe how gentle you're being. his lips form a slight frown, because your acceptance hurts him way more than your anger would have. slowly, he leans even closer into you, ensuring that this time, the warmth of his body surrounds your back, with his chest barely grazing the seat as his head settles besides yours. his lips chase what little space there is dividing you both, yet still, they don't touch you. they hover just over the shell of your ears.

"but you don't expect me to take care of you to the best of my ability?"

when you register the faint lament in his tone, your heart fractures. you don't have the will to start thinking of a response, nor the courage to finish an answer.

"i don't want you to expect less. please don't expect less of me, y/n," he lowers his voice. "all the time i spend away from you.. the times i failed to even hold you when we share the same bed... you can't call that love."

gaara's hands settle against the armrests on either side of you, trapping you gently between him and the vanity.

“when i was younger, i convinced myself that loneliness was survivable. but your love taught me that surviving and living are very different things. you shouldn't have to survive loneliness because i'm the kazekage, y/n."

your shoulders loosen at his sincerity. "yeah?" your voice is soft.

"yes," he whispers. "if you'll let me, i'll make it up to you. please, tell me what to do. i don't want understanding, i need honesty. just tell me, y/n..."

and for the first time that night, you stop hiding from him. your eyes lift to meet his seafoam green ones in the mirror, varnished by the candlelight. when your lips part slightly, it almost feels like the world has stopped spinning, and that the earth will only resume the tilt on its axis when you speak again.

"i need you, gaara."

gaara freezes, the only moving thing in his body being the incessant beating of his heart. "how...?" he asks faintly. the question makes your core feel weak, because you know he'd give you exactly what you want if you told him.

"gaara," you sigh, uncrossing your legs. "i need you. i need to fuck you. i want to feel you." your voice is clear, never once faltering or stuttering. "i want to feel like your wife again, gaara. i can't take it anymore."

"that's what you want..." his stomach flips, and his face feels warm. "you'll have it," he affirms.

your thighs press together under your gown, and gaara's eyes drop to the subtle movement before shifting back to your eyes in the mirror. to his surprise, you turn your head to face him instead of using the mirror as your messenger.

you kiss him first, and he can't believe he's touching you after so long. he releases a soft whimper that tastes sweet in your mouth as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head while his calloused thumb strokes against your cheek. it's almost like a salve that heals the pain, and numbs the hurt.

“y/n…” he breathes against your lips.

you slip out of your seat before gaara can compose himself. when he blinks, he finds that you are no longer slotted between his arms, but instead, stood up before him, fingers playing with the collar of his robes.

"come here, my love."

ironically, the kazekage obeys your order, taking a step closer. his forehead drops against yours, and he stares while your hands slowly begin to loosen the layers of ceremonial garments still clinging to him.

"you came straight here after work, didn't you?"

gaara nods once. "i wanted to see you."

you hum, delivering a soft smile in response. "i'm glad you did." gaara smiles faintly in exchange when he notices that the joy in your eyes have returned.

you push the heavy outer robe from his shoulders, revealing simple dark red clothes underneath that flatter his form perfectly. you notice that the sensation of your palms, smoothing over his chest and down to his firm stomach, casts slight tremors that vibrate under your hands. he's shaking.

"it's only been a few weeks. don't be shy." you tease, peppering soft kisses across his face. "you offered to make it up to me."

for gaara, every moment of intimacy feels like the first time.

with a slow insistence, you walk into him like a vixen cornering her prey, guiding him backwards until the back of his knees gently hit the edge of the bed. he looks up at you with expectant eyes as he sits.

you step in between his parted legs. gaara's hands hover above your hips, prompting you to take them and guide them onto the dipping flesh there. the blank space between his legs is quick to be occupied by you climbing into his lap. your body weight on him feels thrilling, and gaara mentally curses himself for missing out on you, when you were there all along.

he can't help but stare at the outline of your body, wrapped around sheer fabric that looks almost translucent in the candlelight. upon closer inspection, he swallows. you're not wearing anything underneath. when he looks down, he's welcomed by your round breasts, and your nipples poking against the fabric. he begins to question if you planned this out, though he knows you didn't.

"gaara." your gentle call catches him off-guard. his eyes snap back to your face.

"you can touch me, baby." you lean into him. "feel me." you whisper.

his palms move hesitantly at first, gently cupping your soft breasts like he’s afraid he’ll ruin the moment by wanting too much from you. but you press closer like it doesn't matter. you're selfish with your desire when your hips slowly grind against the erection that's already straining against his pants. you show him that it's okay to take as much as he wants.

a helpless sound escapes his lips as you rock against him. your hands wrap themselves around his back of his neck, fingers tenderly grazing along the nape. "i missed you." you whisper in his ear. "i missed you so much."

"oh-," an exhale leaves him, "i missed you too, beloved. i think about you all day." his voice gets more breathy. "i think about you during my meetings..."

"you do, baby?"

"y-yes," he begins to lift his hips up into you, rubbing his clothed dick against the clothed outline of your pussy. "especially during my meetings..."

"what do you think about, hm?" you nibble on his ears, pink with heat.

"us," he pants. "us, just like this..." he squeezes your breasts firmer, rolling his thumbs over your thinly veiled nipples. if it wasn't possible, his face grows even warmer at the confession. it wasn't just you who happened to have pent-up desires.

gaara's lips catch yours in a deep kiss: voraciously, greedily, and needily in a way he rarely allows himself to be. duty always denied him the pleasure of your intimacy, but now, you gave him the opportunity to taste you. your tongue swirls around his, and he feels the bridge between you being mended as you fuse into one, almost consuming him. with your lips still connected, you push his shoulders into the mattress, leaving him laid down on his back with you on top of him.

your lips remained locked until you sit up to hook your fingers around the hem of his shirt. the way you tower above his lap, and raise the shirt as if you've got all the time in the world makes his dick pulse in anticipation. he helps you by lifting his arms, and pulling it over his head before he tosses it aside.

the sight before you is like a display of living art. there's lean muscle that rises and falls with each and every breath he takes. fair skin like ivory that glows under the dim lights. faded scars scattered across his body that tell his story. gaara tracks your expressions carefully, almost shy beneath your attention now that you’re admiring him.

“you're beautiful, gaara." you say quietly.

gaara blinks. "do you think so?"

you look into his eyes. "i'm looking at you. i know you are, my love."

he hums at your praise falling on his ears.

your fingers brush across his neck, planning out your next mission before you lean down to leave kisses against the sensitive skin there. you stay buried in the crook of his neck, just for a minute to breathe him in, and what your nose picks up is intoxicating. the nostalgic smell of oud that has lingered from the day you met, up until this moment. it makes you groan and nip hungrily at his neck, warranting breathless pleas from gaara that don't stop as you continue the trail of kisses that move from the ridges of his collarbones, to his chest. it's almost overwhelming, knowing that you finally have all of him to yourself. there's so much of him that you want to taste.

"fuck, gaara," you kiss along his chest. "if it were up to me, you'd never have to work again." your soft lips meet the plane of his toned abs, and gaara watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, completely transfixed by the sheer amount of attention you're paying to his body. "i'd just keep you here all day..." when you finally kiss your way to the waistband of his pants and become level with his constrained erection, your eyes stay trained on his.

gaara exhales shakily when your smooth knuckles tease along his iliac crest, with muscles flexing instinctively at your touch. the way you look up at him through your eyelashes like a temptress makes his chest stir, and he can't wait for you to free his cock from his pants.

after what feels like eternity, your deft fingers slip to the buttons of his pants. button after button, you take your precious time while never averting your gaze from his. a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead when you're done.

you tug down on the waistband of his black pants, indicating for him to lift his hips up. when he does, you're quick to pull them off, leaving him clad in only a pair of boxers that already have a dark patch on them, saturated with precum.

"oh, gaara," you chide teasingly. "is this all because of me?" after all this time, it's still thrilling to see the impact you have on your husband. it makes you even hungrier.

"it is, y/n," his breathing is shallow. "it always is..."

you peel away at the final article of clothing, revealing his pulsating hardness once and for all. his dick twitches upon exposure to the air, and you catch it in your hand, mulling your thumb over his leaking, flushed tip. "i can't believe i get to have you to myself, gaara." your wet tongue presses against the underside of his cock, outlining every vein as you lick from base, to shaft, to tip. "all of you."

gaara doesn't know what he enjoys more: the feeling of your tongue giving his cock grace, or your words and undivided attention. it makes him grip onto the sheets. the sight of this alone tempts him to abandon his post as kazekage, and just give the role to kankuro.

you're eager in fitting his entire length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, and allowing yourself to feel the tip of his dick hit the soft palate at the back of your mouth. the pleasure is unbearable for gaara, who can't stop calling your name as you continue to fuck his slippery dick into the depths your throat. giving gaara head was something you would always take delight in, because you love the power you have over him. you love the fact that only you are capable of making him fall apart like this.

gaara's hand extends itself, landing softly on the top of your head. he doesn't exert pressure or push your head down. no, this moment is yours, and he doesn't want to take from you. he simply wants to feel you twice as much. your glossy eyes look into his, and what he sees pushes him to the periphery of an orgasm. his cock, drenched in your saliva. your cheeks, hollow around him. and your lips, shiny and slightly swollen from earlier's kissing. the sloppy noises of your mouth make it all too positively overwhelming for him.

"y/n," he pants. "y/n... i'm very, very close. i don't think i'll last if-" his sentence is fragmented by a soft moan. "my love..."

you separate your mouth from gaara's cock and pull away at his warning, catching your breath briefly. "cum for me, baby. let me taste you." to compensate for the feeling of your throat, you twist around his dick with your hands. you angle his cock towards your lips, and stick your tongue out. he groans, and you catch the droplets of warm, thick cum that spew out of him. it tastes slightly bitter in your mouth, like green tea. you don't waste a single drop, making sure it all gets swallowed.

"you liked that, didn't you?" you plant a kiss on his lower abdomen, still tense from his orgasm. "i did, y/n. very much." he blushes, almost speechless.

"i'm not through with you, gaara."

"well, it's only natural that you aren't," he responds. "i do have a lot to make up for. and i owe you a lot, don't i?" gaara's hand raises to cup your cheek, then it lowers onto his lap. "y/n. come to me." his hand pats on his lap, gesturing for you to take your throne.

with your legs straddling his hips, you put your weight on the seat of his lap. gaara can already feel the blood rushing back to his cock from just looking at you. the sheerness of your dress describes every curve in your arsenal: the swell of your tits, the slight inward dip of your waist, your rippling tummy, and the fleshiness of your hips that flare out where you're seated on his lap. you resemble something divine to him.

"beautiful." the word comes out like a reflex. without speaking any further, he lifts both his palms slowly, feeling along the silhouette of your body. he starts at the broad expanse of thighs, travelling with an intentional slowness to your ass. he cups and squeezes each cheek, both of them supple underneath his grip. "gaara..." you gasp.

"y/n," he half-whispers. "there are moments where i can't believe you're real, and the only way i'm convinced is if i feel you... just like this."

gaara's hands continue their journey. they're gliding up the hollow of your waist and they move inwards to catch the soft flesh of your tummy. it's been too long since he's touched you like this, and it's almost like he's trying to remember what you feel like. he's missed how you feel. there's warmth on your breasts as his palms flatten over the mound, while his thumbs brush circles over the hard nipples peeking through the fabric. it may as well not be there, with the way his eyes are burning holes into it.

your hips moving back and forth on his lap catch his attention. gaara doesn't intend on denying you your pleasure any more than he already has in his absence. single-handedly, he tears the dress off your body, exposing your skin to him at long last.

he already thought you were beautiful before, but the sentiment seems to be amplified when he sees your beauty marks, your scars, and all the other flaws that make you none the more perfect in his eyes.

"shame," your voice is teasing. "i really liked that dress."

gaara positions his hard dick in between your sopping, wet folds, more pleased about the fact that there's no barrier between you now. "yeah? me too. it looked good on you," he blushes. "i'll get you as many pairs as you want, beloved. i'm sorry i did that."

he slides back and forth effortlessly against your pussy, soaked from all the events of the night. when his tip catches on your clit, you moan at how exquisite the friction feels. gaara is mesmerised watching you ride his lap. the lewd sounds of your essence and his precum fill the room, making his head spin. both of your lips are agape, spilling breaths and moans the outside world can't hear.

"baby..." you pant, "i need more."

"you need more, my dear?

"fuck, y-yes, gaara," your body is covered in a thin film of sweat from the speed you've been grinding against him at. "i need you to fuck me!"

that's all the confirmation he needs to lift your ass from his lap, leaving you hovering above him while he holds the base of his erection. he rubs along your pussy until the tip of his cock finds your entrance.

"are you ready, y/n?" he knows you're more than ready when he sees your pussy drooling essence onto his cock, but still, he wants to be certain.

"gaara. i have never wanted you to fuck me more than in this moment."

he rapidly exhales from his nose, smiling at you faintly. "very well."

when his tip burrows in your entrance, you breathe in. you savour how delicious the stretch feels in your pussy as you sink down effortlessly on his entire length. a wave of satisfaction washes over gaara when he sees that he's finally reacquainted with your warm walls that fit oh-so-perfectly around his dick. he's fantasised about this happening countless times while working, and for it to finally be happening? it's like a dream come true.

"beloved..." he breathes out.

"i know, my love..." you coo.

you begin bouncing on gaara's cock, up and down, up and down, keeping that addicting pace. gaara moans softly. it feels much too good, and even better after the excruciatingly long wait. your deserving pussy has been empty for so long, and now, your husband's dick is finally here to fulfil your appetite. you've made a plan: you're going to cum on his cock, and you're not going to allow him to do so much as spill a single drop. 

"g-gaara...hah," you breathe. "i missed having you here like this, baby," you call out through the echoing smacks of skin on skin filling the room. "you feel so good inside of me, my love."

the knot in gaara's stomach tightens at your words, as your dripping cunt rides him into oblivion. there's nothing but absolute desire in your eyes as you speak to him in your erotic daze. it makes him blush, and raise his hips to fuck harder against that gummy spot deep in your pussy. when you sink your hips, he lifts his. it knocks the wind out of you.

he looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, face warm with pleasure. "am i doing a good job, y/n?"

you look down at his eyes. "ah!-" you cry out, moaning ceaselessly at the feeling of his cock pressing relentlessly against your g-spot. "gaara, sweetheart, i can't get enough of you." slap! slap! slap! "nobody could fuck me like you do."

gaara's breathing gets heavier and heavier for every one of your praises, and for every thrust he makes in your tight heat. his left hand cups one of your jiggling breasts, rolling a hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. his right hand pivots to your pussy, using his thumb to rub firm circles around your protruding clit. you're not even bouncing on his cock anymore, leaving the work to gaara as you're too entranced by the pleasure.

"i would do anything for you..." he speaks between thrusts. "i love you endlessly." his hands come to your hips, keeping them stationary as he fucks you instead. your eyelashes are fluttering. you're rolling your eyes, and he can feel your pussy gradually getting wetter.

"i...i love you too, sweet boy. you mean so much to me, gaara."

he can tell that you're getting close. you can tell that he's getting close too, with his thrusts getting more sloppy and less focused.

"are you going to pull out?"

his heart skips at the question. "do you want me to...?"

"no, baby, don't. don't pull out," you whine. "i want you to cum inside me... okay?"

"i'll give anything you want." gaara sits up just to wrap his arms around you before laying back against the mattress, pulling you down with him. you're both laying chest-to-chest, arms tangled around each other as gaara continues to pound inside of you.

"gaara," you whisper in his ear, "i'm gonna cum..."

"oh, y/n... i'm getting close too..."

you're the first to reach your orgasm, with your pussy clamping viciously around gaara's cock. a breathless moan floats out of your mouth as you cream all over him, drenching him in sweet slick that leaves a ring around his length.

it's over for gaara when he sees your euphoric bliss, which in itself, triggers his own orgasm. he screws his eyes shut tightly, groaning in your ear as every muscle in his body grows stiff with his climax.

endless spurts of hot, white ribbons of cum pulse into your receiving pussy, with gaara's hold around your waist pinning you down on top of him while he fills you up. you're both sucking in gasps of air as you stay suspended in the aftermath orgasm for a few more moments. your clit is still pounding. his cock is still spilling cum.

"y/n..." he whispers, pressing a kiss to your lips. "i love you."

"gaara." your fingers sweep through his dishevelled red hair, revealing the character on his forehead. "i love you too." you press a soft kiss on it. he smiles soft at you.

sitting up as you were before, you pull his softening cock out of you, and you both watch as the cum slowly spills out of you. you smirk at him, and he doesn't know what to blush at.

you cast your attention to the clock on the wall. it reads half-past 10. you've been doing this for the past hour and a half, and there's still so much time to spare.

"gaara..." you cup his face. what time do you have to be up for?"

"i don't have to be up for any time, y/n. my schedule has been cleared for now."

your eyes widen. "...what?!"

"temari and kankuro convinced me to have a break... and they succeeded. i should've started with that. forgive me."

"don't apologise, baby. that's perfect!" you beam with joy.

"i'm pleased, y/n."

"i hope you know that i'm not going to give you a break, though." the hunger in your eyes return when you look down at him. "we have a lot of time to make up for." your hand slowly trails along his inner thigh.

he doesn't know how you do it. you've already made him hard again. a slight smirk graces his lips.

"i suppose we do."

a/n: nonnie i hope you enjoy this! this was very fun for me to write. feel free to send me more requests. tried to deliver something in the middle of finals and you can Lowkey tell where i ran out of steam ughhhh but it's all good!