Ruby's passions

Today was the day you got your first ever A ranked stealth and infiltration mission, it was a huge thing to you, after all you are a stealth ninja. When lady Tsunade requested you for the mission you were overjoyed and couldn’t help but hug her messenger, but now you stood in her office your excitement had decreased. Here you stood in front of lady hokage with the well known mask wearing, flirtatious ninja, Kakashi Hatake. It’s not like you hated kakashi but you sure didn’t like him, he was always acting so cool; reading those vulgar book, and never seems to care if it made others uncomfortable; not only that you had recently heard about his activities of taking the virginities of most of the women and men in you age group.

Kakashi isn’t that much older then you but he has a body count higher then a sex workers, and the man doesn’t even get paid for a body count that high.

However you usually wouldn’t care what or who someone does in their private time, but Kakashi just has this thing with virgins it’s like he’ll only sleep with someone if they’re a virgin and once he’s slept with them he doesn’t talk to them again.

“So what’s this mission?” Kakashi asked in his cool and smooth voice, Kakashi almost seemed like he didn’t want to be there, hands in his pockets and that usually bored look in his uncovered eye. “It’s a private infiltration mission, it’ll probably take a month or so, but here’s your objective and your fake identification. You leave today, now take those cases and go get ready to leave” lady hokage instructed and with that you both grabbed your designated case, as you left the office you both agreed to meet at the gate.

You looked through the fake identification papers,

Name: Sara Ito

Age: 21

Relationship status: newlywed

Blood type: AB

Occupation: photographer

‘Well would you look at that’ you thought reading over the fake information, ‘couldn’t they be a little more original with the name, it had to be such a common first and last name’ you signed, and began to pack no longer paying much attention to the information.

You walked to the gate in your disguise, as you got there you looked around to see if you could find Kakashi, but he was nowhere to be seen. However what you did see was a really handsome stranger sitting on his suitcase fiddling with the end of his sleeve, he had an amazingly strong jaw line, lazy green eyes hidden behind his straight black hair, and finally a cute but really hot mole just under his lips on the side of his chin. Taking your eyes off the stranger and looking around for Kakashi, you notice all these girls whispering about this mystery man, he finally looked up from his sleeve and eyes are trained on you. The mystery man grabbed his suitcase and walked over to you, “hey, I’m Ryusei Ito. I’m actually looking for my wife Sara Ito” the man spoke, his voice was deep and raspy almost like he just woke up, and then it hit you, this was Kakashi. Did he know it was you, or has he been going up to every woman and asking them if they’ve seen a Sara Ito? Taking all your training into consideration, you go to ‘wife mode’ real quick, now that you’ve found your “husband”. “There you are I’ve been looking for you everywhere” you say in a high pitched airy, yet seemingly lazy tone of voice, that sounded different from your normal voice, while tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. “Well let’s go honey” he smiled while placing his hand on the small of your back, you could tell he was testing the waters to see where the boundaries lie. As you both walked away from the village, both you and Kakashi saw a figure in the distance, and then you could feel Kakashi stiffen, looking at the figure closer you could see it was Might Guy. Guy was also looking at both of you, but before he had a chance to come up to both of you, you grabbed at Kakashi’s shirt and kissed him, you felt one of his arms wrap around your waist while the other tangled loosely in the wig you are wearing. Pulling apart you fix up Kakashi’s shirt so that the kiss you both just shared looked a little more natural, as you did you felt Kakashi pull you back in for another kiss and now this time you knew that he was just being his perverted self. As he finally let you go, you lowly whispered in his ear, “this isn’t some kind of game” as you went to try and pull away his grip on you was still tight, “I’m just acting the part of a ‘husband’, my lovely ‘wife’” as he spoke you could feel the smirk behind his words. In the moment you didn’t know how to feel, you just made out with a hot guy... Definitely a win... however that hot guy was Kakashi Hatake... definitely a lose... well kinda a lose... anyway you had both made your way to a village a little ways west from the hidden leaf village.

“Hi we have a room booked under Ito” Kakashi, or rather Ryusei your ‘newlywed husband’ inquired, “oh yes of course sir, congratulations on the marriage and here’s your key. Room number 16A” The receptionist smiled and passed Kakashi the room key, and you both began the journey to the room. You felt exhausted and flustered, you hadn’t been able to get what Kakashi had said to you out of your head, and both the kisses you two shared were far too passionate to just forget, all you really needed right know was to have a nice relaxing bath and some quiet time.

Stepping into the room and looking around your jaw dropped, the room was beautiful there was a small but modern kitchen, a sitting area with a TV, and a large double bed... wait double bed... one double bed... ‘why is there only one bed?’ You thought questioningly while staring at said bed, “we are posing as a newlywed couple, it’s only natural we have to share a bed” Kakashi said, as he spoke he walked over to the wooden panels and slid them open to reveal a rotenburo (an outdoor onsen/hot spring), the onsen was gorgeous, there was large rocks and stones that shaped the onsen, and wooden stairs leading into the steamy water. “Wow, it’s so pretty” you walked over to the window to get a better look at the onsen, “is it just for the two of us?” You asked Kakashi as you looked for any other entrees to the hot spring, “yeah it looks like it is” he confirmed. You walked to the bathroom to bathe so that you can sit in the onsen, “I’m going to bathe” you informed him and retreated to the bathroom.

Walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, the air outside was cold against your skin as soon as you opened to glass door and stepped out, quickly stepping into the hot spring your body was insistently warmed. You closed your eyes feeling absolutely relaxed, all the stress of the day... forgotten... that stupid disguise... forgotten... and finally those overly passionate kisses with Kakashi... forgot- well maybe not forgotten but definitely not what bothering your thoughts right now. Nothing could ruin the moment, absolutely nothing... “oh hey you look like you’re enjoying yourself” and you spoke to soon... opening your eyes you see none other then Kakashi himself, however he’s no longer in his disguise, but he still doesn’t have his mask on, his usually unruly sliver hair is laying flat because it’s wet, and you can see the scar over his left eye. ‘Wait how did how hide his scar?’ You thought to yourself, as you tried and failed to ignore him you notice he has opened one of his indecent books and began to read it, you scoffed and crossed your arms. “Why are you reading that? It’s highly inappropriate” you said as he looked up from his book, “it’s quite an interesting book, you might actually like it” he says, you feel your face go red, “did you just recommend me to read an erotic novel?” You question, shake you head in disbelief.

You weren’t judging Kakashi, he can like whatever his likes however there’s a time and place to read such books, and right now was NOT that time.

“Well I guess I did. You could stand to loosen up, maybe an erotic book might help you with that” he smirked and then went right back to reading, “I’m not uptight, I just like to focus on my career and keep things professional, besides how exactly could a filthy book help with that?” Scoffed at Kakashi and rolled your eyes, “there’s a fine line between being professional and being uptight, unfortunately for you and everyone around you... you crossed the line along time ago” he closed his book and looked you in the eyes, you opened your mouth to speak but was stopped. “Oh and if you really wanted to stay focused so bad, it’s probably a good idea to physically indulge yourself once in a while” he shrugged his perfectly chiseled shoulders, “what!? I’m always perfectly focused” you lied... ‘yeah “perfectly focused”, y/n you’re a dirty little liar’ you thought... “what physical indulgence, could possibly help me focus?” You asked sarcastically, you noticed Kakashi had moved to sit next to you. Looking down at you he winked, you felt him grab you hand “the kind of indulgence that’s a touch away” he spoke softly in your ear, and moved you hand towards your lower region. “The kind of indulgence that make a person’s knees weak, and her eyes roll back. Don’t you want that, honey?” He whispered and you shuddered, feeling him guide your fingers under your towel you seem to snap out of the little trans you were in. You instantly swung your free hand at Kakashi however before it could make contact with his face, he caught it.

“What are you doing?! Let me go!” Struggling to break your hands free, but all Kakashi did was lean in and kiss you again, and you couldn’t help but kiss back, it just felt so right. Kakashi finally released you hands and stopped kisses you, but surprising both him and you, you smash your lips back onto his. Kakashi’s hand were now on your waist as you straddled one of his thighs and tangled your hands in his hair, suddenly his tongue was in your mouth. You pull back in shock and he smiles, “too much?” You shake your head and stood up, grabbing his hand “bed?” You questioned, and the devilish smirk that had fallen upon Kakashi face had butterflies erupting from the bottom of your stomach. In a flush you were hoisted over Kakashi shoulder, you felt his hand squeeze your ass, as he walked inside, “Kakashi put me down I can walk, you know.” You giggled out, “okay” then you were thrown in the bed, and before you could comprehend what was happening Kakashi was learning over you, his hands ran up your thighs and once reaching the towel. “You mind if I...?” Kakashi trailed off as he gripped the hem of the towel, you nodded in approval. Kakashi slowly undid the towel, he look down at your naked form and all you could do was cover you chest with your arms. “Let me see, y/n” the way Kakashi said your name made your heart stop and lower region tingle, he gently grabbed your wrists and pulled your arms away. As Kakashi did he kissed the middle of your chest and then slowly moved his way to your nipple, once he started suckling your head had started to go foggy, the sensation of his lips was enough to make you buck your hip. Letting out a whimper as he pulled away, “someone’s eager” he chuckled against the skin of your stomach, and moved lower and lower, “I’m gonna eat it okay?” Kakashi said, although it seemed like he was asking more than anything, you let out a squeak of approval and opened your legs as wide as they’ll go. Kakashi had let out a grunt and hooked his arms around your thighs and yanked you towards him, Kakashi face had now disappeared between your legs, and the feeling that followed was heavenly. You couldn’t help but moan and whine, and you won’t sure if the neighbouring rooms could hear you or not, but it didn’t matter because Kakashi was into it, and he was going to do anything to get you to make you louder. “Ka-kakasssshhhi! N-no OHhh more p-plea... it’s t-too much” you whined, learning back to look you in the eyes, Kakashi smirk and licked his lips, “but you taste too good to stop, anyone ever made you feel this good?” Your eyes widened and you shook your head in embarrassment, “I’ve never, you know” you looked away, Kakashi smile and climbed over you, “look at me” you did as he said. Kakashi kisses you softly, and ran has fingers down your body, until they reach your entrance “this might be uncomfortable” he said as he rubbed his two fingers against your entrance, and slowly slipped them in. Kakashi was right this did feel uncomfortable, he kept a slow pace until you started moan again, then he gradually picked up his pace. Using his thumb Kakashi rubbed you sensitive bud, a tight feeling started to build in you stomach which made your toes curl and your back arc. Next thing you knew you’re on cloud nine, your hands gripped the sheets so tight you thought they would rip. “How was that?” Kakashi asked as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, letting out a whine due to the empty feeling.

Sitting up you look at Kakashi, he raises a questioning brow “are you alright?” He asks, you move closer to him and kiss his lips, Kakashi can feel your hand running down his torso to his towel, “can I?” You ask letting him fill in the blanks, he moved his hands to undo his towel and you can help but stare. “Too much for you huh?” Sometimes you just wanted to punch Kakashi in his stupidly smug face, “I can handle it” you rested your hand on his shaft and started pumping him, “oh god... that’s good” he sighed out, as you kept going the more he praised you the faster you pumped. That was until you we’re on your back, Kakashi was over you and reaching to his wallet on the bed side table, he pulled out a small metallic square wrapper. “Do you carry those with you everywhere?” You asked as he pulled the condom on, “yeah” he answered simply, Kakashi gripped on to your ankles, placing them on his shoulders and finally pushed himself in, biting back the tears as he bottomed out. You both just stayed that way for what seemed like hours, your impatience got the best of you and you started trying to buck you hips against Kakashi, when he finally took the hint and moved it felt good, way better then you expect. Kakashi hips moved faster with every moan that escaped you, he leaned forward and gripped onto the headboard. Kakashi body looked like that of an angle’s but it moved like sin, the way he trusted into you not leave any part of your inners unexplored, and once he found your g-spot it’s game over. Kakashi could feel you cumming again, “come on honey” he moaned and watch as you squeeze your eyes shut and you body started shaking violently and you screamed and cried out, watching all this was too much for him and he finished just after you did.

“Oh my goodness... I-I didn’t expect that” you said though your panting, looked at Kakashi as he nodded, ‘has he always been this great’ you think and look away, “get some rest we can clean all this tomorrow” kakashi said as he pulls you into his arms and you fall to sleep not long after. It’s easier to say that after this night your feelings towards the masked ninja had changed for the better.

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!

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!

D - Dirty secret (A Dirty secret of theirs)

Yamato seems like a somewhat average man, besides previously being a feared Anbu Captain known for the "unique" Wood-style Jutsu he holds. But when it comes to you, he holds many filthy secrets and fantasies only you know. He loves being restrained or tied up by you, knowing he's at your full mercy, utterly helpless for you to take him however you see fit. It makes his head spin as he awaits your searing touch upon his bare skin, the feeling of your warm breath feathering upon the cold sensitive shell of his ear as you tease and lazily stroke the slit of his leaky reddened tip mixed with the tight-well tied rope keeping his movements restricted, he craves it.

Kakashi on the other hand, doesn't have many dirty secrets. Just about anyone with eyes and knowledge of the books he publicly reads without shame can guess what type of person he is. He has a habit of trying out any scenes or positions that catches his eye while reading 'Icha Icha' or any other Adult-Romance Books he can get his hands on. It's easy to tell whenever he's come up with another dirty plan to fill the quiet night just by the devilish gleam in his eye as he lingers on a certain page longer than usual in whatever book he's reading.

E - Experience (How much Experience they have in the bedroom)

Before meeting you, both of them had little to no experience at all. With the duties of being Shinobi and the weight of the leaf on their shoulders, neither of them had the time nor worry for sexual pleasure. They didn't see a need for it nor interest in anyone for them to go out of their ways to receive it, until you that is. At first sight, they had no other thoughts on their mind besides you.

Kakashi couldn't help but imagine you in place of the love interest in any of his smutty novels, roughly stroking himself and clawing at his chest to the thought of any interactions shared between the two of you. He was weak for you, his mind cloudy with desire. You were a painfully addictive drug to him, and he knew he wouldn't be right in the head until you were his.

Yamato was just as bad as his senpai, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he didn't need you, that he had no time for relationships, that you would only be a burden for his work, he just couldn't rid you from his mind. He needed you, it wasn't until he became apart of Team Kakashi and spent more time in the Leaf as a Jounin that he truly realized it. From that point on, he romanticized and obsessed over any little interaction or touch you two shared, you have to admit he was good with hiding his true feelings and intentions in the beginning. Too bad that pitiful act of denial could only last for so long.

F - Favorite Position (Their Favorite Position(s))

Yamato loves any position where he can see your face, he needs to see the way your face beautifully twists in pleasure whenever the vibrations of his low groans and pants hits your core. Your needy whimpers and broken calls of his name undeniably drives him crazy, but they just aren't enough for him. He needs to see how your eyes flutter as they roll to the back of your head, how your brows adorably scrunch together as you tighten the grip on his deep brown locks from between your closing thighs, how your puffy kiss-swollen lips get caught between your teeth as you try and choke down a sharp gasp whenever he inserts another finger into your already full hole as he urges for that pesky knot in your stomach to snap.

Kakashi's take on this is different though. Kakashi loves any position where he can see exactly where you two connect, missionary, doggy, lotus, he lives for the sight of your painfully needy hole sucking him in with every lovingly-rough thrust. The sight of your fluids seeping down his shaft, to his thighs, and onto the soaked sheets as he draws you towards your next orgasm, it kills him. The lewd sight paired with the sound of his hips roughly connecting to yours only fuels the burning fire in his stomach more. He needs to see just how far he can push his favorite little plaything, how much you can give him, how much you can take.

G - Goofy (Do they lean on the more serious or Goofy side during the deed)

Both have a goofy side to them during the moment, it's second nature for them to find humor in just about any situation. They both have their ways of cracking dirty jokes during the act, It's hard not to let out a light sigh or chuckle whenever Yamato makes an unexpected filthy joke while you pleasure him from below.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

They both keep themselves well groomed down there it's not entirely shaved (unless you want it to be), but its still fairly tamed. Neither of them can stand the feeling of having a lot of hair down there, especially with all the movement they have to do throughout the day as Shinobi.

Yamato prefers to keep his a tad longer than Kakashi's, he has a deep brown happy trail that travels up his abdomen and into a light dusting on his toned chest. As for body hair, he has a light dusting of it along his forearms and legs that thins out towards his upper thighs.

Kakashi's body hair matches the shade of his mane, its a light grey that damn-near borderlines white. Unlike Yamato, he has a happy trail that cuts off perfectly below his navel. The light shade of his thin body hair on top of his pale skin makes it hard to see, but when the light shines on him just right you can visibly see the body hair trailing along his arms and legs.

I - Intimacy (How Intimate are they?)

Yamato is always intimate with you, he's utterly in love with you and it’s painfully obvious. Even when you two are apart he can’t help but think of you or brag about you to his friends, and that love and obsession for you only grows whenever you praise him for his exceptional work in the bedroom.

Kakashi is the type to break multiple bed frames with you. He tries his hardest to hold back, he swears, but when it comes to you the man can’t help but lose control. Despite this, he's surprisingly intimate with you both during and outside of sex. He makes it known that he's in a serious relationship and it's obvious to others how utterly whipped he is for you. He's quick to drop names like 'My Love' or to wrap an arm or two around your waist whenever he notices someone being a bit too friendly with you in public. And what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't make sure his precious Y/N understood who they rightfully belonged to as he chokes out lewd praises and soft degradation through gritted teeth while he wrecks your insides, spilling and coating them in his warm seed once more.

J - Jack-Off (How often do they masturbate?/Masturbation Headcanons)

Back in his Anbu days, the last thing on Yamato's mind was masturbation or any sexual fantasies at that. He was constantly busy with missions or planning their next moves that he never really had time to worry or think about matters like that. (100% was a virgin before him and you did it for the first time) He could easily go weeks without it, although it would come with a bit of frustration every once in a while due to the lack of self-pleasure. It wasn't until he met you that he started doing it more often, you made him feel a way no other person has ever made him feel. The feeling confused him at first, it was unfamiliar to him, but in a good way.

Kakashi on the other hand, was more familiar with the idea and act of touching himself. He knows the one simple solution to any frustration or stress he may hold after any lengthy or uncalled-for missions. He knows the sinful high he obtains whenever he finds himself alone in bed nose-deep in one of his smutty novels all too well. One hand gently brushing his lower abdomen as he slides it down the waistband of his loose sweats. The low needy groans and curses that spill from the bottom of his chest as he teases the already drooling tip of his cock while imagining your warm palm slowly stroking him off, he can barely keep his heavy eyelids open as he grazes over the filthy pages of his book, picturing every lewd position within the pages with you and him in mind.

K - Kink (Some Kinks of theirs)

Yamato - Praise/Worship, Degradation, Bondage, Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Power Exchange, D/S, Auralism Kakashi - Praise/Worship, Breeding, Impact Play, Roleplay, Mutual Masturbation, Oral, Hand/Blow Jobs, D/S, Marking, Brat-Taming

L - Location (Favorite Location(s) to do the act)

Both are highly respected Shinobi who each have enough on their plates to worry about, the last thing they need is a scandal floating around. They both prefer to do the deed in somewhere private such as the bedroom or anywhere where it’s only you and him. But... you'd be lying if you said you and Kakashi haven't done it a few times in an abandoned alleyway or in the public hotsprings late at night, hell even in the Hokage's Office in broad daylight..

M - Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going)

Yamato is adorably easy to tease, it doesn't take much from you to have him a blushing-stuttering mess. At first his love and obsession for you was something as innocent as a first crush, but it wasn't long before that innocent love grew into something more lustful. He's been starved of any romantic experiences all his life, all it takes to weaken his little façade is a few "accidental" brushes painfully close to his manhood, your glossy eyes lingering on his lips a bit too long whenever he speaks, or even something as small as you brushing your fingers against his while taking documents or papers from him.

Kakashi is able to hide his feelings and true intentions easily, his poker face is truly unmatched. Kakashi himself is a tease, he'll make plans for you two to go on duo missions together, brushing his manhood against your ass whenever passing by you, or even doing something as blunt as inviting you to the hotsprings with him all while playing oblivious to the suggestive situations he's put you two in. Although he himself is a tease, he can also be genuinely oblivious to any of your attempts at flirting. The best way to break him out of his little façade is be blunt and straight forward with him, whisper in his ear how badly you need him to fuck your brains out or peek over his shoulder and say how you'd 'love to try that one out' whenever he's reading one of his smutty novels and watch how quickly the tips of his pale ears turn to a pretty shade of pink.

N - No No's (Something they refuse/won't do)

Neither of them would do anything that would result in permanent damage for the both of you. Mentally, physically, emotionally, they can't stand the thought of hurting the one they care about the most. Both of them has had enough hurt and loss in their life, they cant bare to imagine hurting you in any of the ways they've hurt others in the past. It'll honestly take them a while to really let loose when having sex due to the fear of harming you in any way, shape, or form. You'll have to constantly reassure them that you can take it, that it wont hurt you, and that your not going anywhere unless its with them.

O - Oral (Preferences in giving/receiving, along with experience/skill with Oral)

Both had little to no skill with it when you first got together, you had to teach them what you liked and how to properly please you. But once they finally got a taste of your release, it was damn near impossible for you to remove them from between your limp thighs. They could easily spend hours between your legs, hands resting on your thighs, the two of you filling the room with lustful moans, wet slurping sounds, and the muttered out praises between kisses placed onto your heat by them.

Kakashi undeniably had a bit more experience when it came to oral, with as many smutty books and adult-romance novels he's indulged in, he's picked up a bit of knowledge on how and what to do to please someone.

Yamato on the other had, had little to no experience or knowledge on the topic. Though he'd be lying if he said he hasn't imagined what it would feel like to receive a blowjob or to be the one on the giving end, but with his work in the Anbu, he never had the time nor interest to actually pursue someone to solve his curiosity, until he met you that is.

P - Pace (Fast and Rough? Intimate and Sensual? What Pace do they go for?)

Yamato's pace will usually be intimate and sensual. But after a few stressful missions back to back or hours on end of you teasing him throughout the day, the man can't help but snap. When he's feeling more intimate, he'll be on the bottom or the submissive side of the ordeal, you can expect all types of worship and praise to be muttered through his puffy kiss-swollen lips. But when he's feeling more stressed and in need of relief, you can expect to find yourself with your lower back slightly lifted from the mattress as your legs dangle from his muscular forearms. He wastes no time drawing multiple world-crushing orgasms out of you whenever he hits that certain spongy spot that causes you to go cross-eyed. His strokes are quick, but precise, its easy to tell when he's close just by the babbled praise and messy thrusts as he chases his own personal high.

Kakashi's pace is usually rough and quick. His precise lengthy thrusts could only be described as animalistic, even in the moments where he attempts to be more "slow and sensual" At the start of your relationship, it seemed as if you'd never be able to coax him into being even the slightest bit of rough with you, but as time progressed and he felt more comfortable with you, it was damn near impossible to get him to slow down unless you said the implanted safeword. The sound of sweat-slicked skin pounding against skin along with your broken desperate calls of his name echoed off the walls and it only pushed him further, he needed you more than he needed life itself and what better way of showing it than pleasing you better than any other man could ever imagine. The way he felt about you was nothing less than primal, he had a carnal need for you, for the sound of your adorably pathetic babbles as he drilled you into the mattress. He knew you could handle it, he knew you loved this just as much as him, if not more. Besides, what better reward is there for his hardwork other than the beautiful scratches and crescent shaped indents you littered along his chest, back, and biceps.

Q - Quickies (How do they feel about Quickies? Would they like/dislike them? etc.)

Yamato prefers something more slow and intimate, but as a highly demanded Shinobi, some days all he has is the time for a quickie. He feels that the love and appreciation he has for you could never be properly expressed through a quickie, then again something is better than nothing.

Same goes for Kakashi, He prefers something longer, then again he has no issue providing you with something quick if you ask for it. All it takes is for you to yank him down by the collar of his vest while explicitly telling him all of the unholy acts you'd like to commit with him along the way for him to melt and give into your lust.

R - Risk (How risky are they?)

Both are somewhat cautious of your surroundings during the moment, risk is something that’s rarely taken with these two.

Although, when it comes down to it Kakashi is by far the most risky between the two. He just can’t help himself around you when every little thing about you drives him mad. He has no shame in pulling you into his lap from behind and brushing his thick half-hard cock against your ass while in the public hot springs late at night. Same goes for him breaking you two off from the group just to pin your back against the dead end of a darkened alleyway just to steal a “few” kisses while out with the rest of the Leaf-Sensei.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go before they call quits?)

From the ass-crack of dawn to the rise of tomorrows sun, both of their stamina is unmatched when it comes to you. Both can last multiple rounds without getting tired, of course they'll be willing to take breaks in between for water, snacks, a quick intermission, whatever you need they'll be more than willing to provide. But if they had the choice, you two would be at it fucking like rabbits for hours on end.

T - Toys (Do they own/use them? What are their opinions on them?)

The idea of owning sex toys had never really crossed Yamato's mind. it wasn't until he and the other Leaf-Sensei had a talk about them during a night of drinking that he decided to get one. Needless to say, he didn't regret it, not one bit.

Even before he and you got together, Kakashi still owned an impressive collection. Cock rings, vibrators, dildos, you think of it, he most likely owns it. He's always been the experimental type when it came to himself and his likes/kinks. If he read about a certain toy or position that ever made him softly throb or get hot and bothered in the slightest, you could expect to see it added and crossed off his list of positions/toys to try out within the same week.

U - Unfair (How Unfair are they? Are they a tease? etc.)

Yamato doesn't think he's unfair, he just sees it as a little punishment every once in a while. And there's nothing wrong with a bit of harmless discipline. Having you bound to a chair in your shared room with his wood restraints as he slowly undresses you isn't "unfair", neither is leaving you to go untouched while he silently undresses himself and splays himself out on the bed in front of you. He hates this just as much as you do, but then again it was your relentless teasing beforehand that lead you to this position to begin with. and now look you, left to sit untouched while your always patient boyfriend slowly pumps his cock while repeating all of the filthy phrases and teases you used on him beforehand, those lustful sayings that sound 10 times dirtier coming out of his mouth. He knows how much you love to see him like this, his deep brown locks lightly sticking to his sweat-slicked skin as he quickens his pace, the repeated phrases being cut off by his beautiful moans, gasps, and whimpers. Don't worry, once he's finished he'll release his jutsu just so you can clean up the mess you've made of him, and help him create another out of you.

Kakashi is definitely a tease, most of the time its intentional, other times he's genuinely oblivious as to what he did to make you this flustered. Those adult-romance novels he's indulged in over the years taught him a decent amount of ways to flirt and tease others. His eyes have a natural tendency to gravitate towards you, he's never seen or met a person as stunning as you, the idea that he's actually dating someone as kind and smart as you really does shock him, especially for someone who's always thought he wasn't deserving of the love he reads in books or sees in public. Sometimes he isn't fully aware whenever his eyes linger on you for a concerning amount of time, it isn't until his eyes meet yours once more that he snaps back to reality. You may think he was doing it just to be a tease or a flirt, but in all honestly the man was just genuinely enamored with you.

V - Volume (How loud are they during the moment?)

Yamato is on the quieter side, light whimpers, groans, sighs, and pleads can always be heard falling from his lips during the moment. But some nights those soft sounds could easily turn into deep groans, curses, and words of praise or degradation, sometimes even a mix of both.

Along with the sound of the headboard roughly hitting the wall, sweat-slicked skin mercilessly slamming against each other, and your pleasured cries, Kakashi's dirty commentary, praise, deep groans, and heavy sighs can be heard all throughout the house.

W - Wild Card (Unexpected headcanon for them)

Yamato prefers being on the bottom or the submissive position while having sex. Although being an amazing lover and beyond perfect in bed, he still has doubts about himself, so he's frequent to offer himself for you to use however you like. And he wouldn't call himself a masochist, but.. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy your teasing that practically borderlines degradation or the slight wince of pain he'd get whenever he struggled against the beautifully tied rope binding his muscular body.

Kakashi would definitely roleplay some of his favorite scenes from the books he's read with you. After the flawless act he pulled off playing Sukea, I wouldn't be surprised if he used this little skill of his for more personal situations. He'd bring up the idea, rehearse the lines that lead up to "The Scene" with you, prepare costumes, the whole shabang. He'd be adorably invested in it too, it's hard not to break character and giggle with how serious he is with his part. And when you do break character you can expect him to playfully scold you.

X - X-Ray (What's going on under their clothes)

Yamato has a more stocky build, he has freckles across his shoulders, back, and upper thighs along with being littered in scars and scrapes from battle. I can totally see him using himself as a human shield for others whenever he's too low on chakra to preform his wood-style. He has a decent amount of body hair including a deep brown happy trail that leads up into light dusting of hair across his chest (gorgeous huge honkers and FAT ass btw) As for length, he's EXACTLY 7 inches on the dot and thick, so expect a decent amount of foreplay/oral before he really starts the fun part.

Kakashi has a more lean/athletic build, his scarring/battle-damage isn't as bad as Yamato's but it's still severe. Besides the basic battle-scarring, he also has lightning scars along his forearms and hands from early workshopping of his Lightning-type Justus. For body hair, he has a greyish white happy trail that cuts off perfectly below his navel and a thin light-colored dusting of it on his forearms, legs, besides that Kakashi doesn't grow that much body hair. For length, he's about 7 1/4 inches and a bit thinner than Yamato, and those two have definitely compared sizes before.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?/How badly do they Yearn for their s/o?)

Before Yamato had no sex drive at all, But now, Yamato's sex drive is at an all-time high. He's a highly demanded Shinobi who's almost always busy with work, and unfortunately he can't decline every little mission or task he's given now that he's a Leaf Jounin. But when it comes to yearning, he always yearns for you. It's beyond obsession or a simple want, his mind is always cloudy and subconsciously thinking of you, your smile, your laugh, your scent, everything. It damn near drives the man crazy whenever he's sent on day or week long missions without you by his side.

Kakashi has a painfully high sex drive, and when he can't be buried balls-deep in you, he'll be nose-deep in some book at borderlines straight up pornography. As for yearning, its the same as Yamato. Those 'Icha Icha' novels and other smutty books can only fix his craving for so long. The man previously known for turning a usually 5 long day mission into a week long one just to have extra time to himself will now easily cut a usually 1 week mission into a 3 day trip just to be back in your arms as soon as possible.

Z - Zzz... (How quickly do they fall asleep after they call quits?)

Yamato falls asleep the quickest out of the two. He'll always have energy for aftercare, and once that's over with he's ready to sleep. Preferably with his limbs intertwined with yours as he rests his head on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat easily comforts and calms him like no other, you're everything to this man and the reassurance that you're still with him will always bring peace to his troubled heart. You've added color to his previously grey life, to him you were the light that guided him out of the dark past he helplessly succumbed to. With you he didn't feel like he had to be something he wasn't, he didn't have to be Kinoe or Tenzo. Throughout his entire life, he never knew exactly who or what he was, but what he does know is that he loves the person he became with you and that's all that matters to him.

Kakashi

being domestic….

kakashi is very used to taking care of himself; so he automatically takes care of you too. but the second you start caring for him, he’s popping boners left and right.

you did his laundry for him: he’s hard. you made him lunch: he’s hard. you wish him luck on his mission and kiss his cheek: he’s hard.

some days he doesn’t even end up leaving the house because he gets to caught up fucking you silly over the kitchen counter LMAO

also his books…

if you read his books without him knowing and then reenact a scene with him, he will lose his mind.

Gai

wearing his clothes…

like if he comes home to see you in his green outfit, or even just his vest or leg warmers. he’s going feral and bending u tf over.

also if you watch him train and compliment his muscles, he will lose it. he loves showing off his strength to you (he’s always picking u up and throwing you over his shoulder hehe) so when you praise him for it he gets weak in the knees.

Jiraiya

everything and anything turns him on…

he loves your perfume. if he smells it in public like at a store or something he will need to excuse himself to the bathroom to fix his ‘little’ problem.

your hair turns him on, your lips turn him on, your voice turns him, shit even your breathing turns him on.

You could just chilling with him on the couch, silently reading before you notice Jiraiya crawling inbetween your legs. “What are you doing?” you would ask, just to get a stupid response from him like: “you were breathing. it was hot.”

And trust, if you try to seduce him or show that you want him in that way, he will genuinely pass tf out.

when he’s really tired and his day has been shitty, just shove your tits in his face and play with his hair. pls 🙏

Naruto

Naruto actually feels quite bad when he gets turned on while you’re doing normal things. it makes him feel like a pervert, like Jiraiya LMAO.

but he can’t help it if you touch his ear or hair.

Naruto never knew he could be so sensitive to a touch like that. but if you brush his hair behind his ear, your finger tips grazing the outer shell of it, he’ll get weak in the knees for sure.

Also pull his hair…trust he likes that.

he also likes watching you train or fight. It turns him on seeing how strong you are. trust he’ll just have smug ass smirk while everyone watches you fight. he’ll probably say smth stupid like: “Yep, that’s my girlfriend.” sitting there with a nasty man spread or smth

also he definitely doesn’t mind if you boss him around. i mean sometimes he’ll pretend that it gets on his nerves (and it definitely did when he was younger) but now that he’s grown he loves that shit 🙏

Sasuke

i feel like sasuke is not a SUPER sexual person. the usual things that turn people on doesn’t really have much of an effect on him….that was until he saw you in a short nurses dress because you and your friends were having a costume party.

sasuke is actually super into like dressing up. Whether it be an outfit like the nurses one, or just a simple lingerie, he goes crazy.

I think that Sasuke likes the teasing foreplay even more than the actual sex part of sex.

like just sit on his lap and tease tf out of him in your little outfit and he’ll lose his mind.

if you ever walk past him in public, nonchalantly lifting your shirt just a bit so he can see the top of your thong…your getting bent tf over in the nearest bathroom.

Kiba

YOU BEING MAD. hear me out.

he will do anything in his power to frustrate you. He’ll tease you, mess up your work, slap your books out of your hands. literally anything to get you to be mad at him.

and his favorite part….when you finally yell at him.

Making him sit down and listen to your lecture. he’ll reply with a smirk and a “yes ma’am!” as he hides his massive boner lmao.

he secretly loves getting bossed around by you, it really gets him going. and he especially loves fucking you until your not mad anymore…

CALL HIM A GOOD BOY AND HIS TAIL WILL BE WAGGIN LMAO

Shikamaru

shikamaru loves lazy days…it gets him going when you act just as lazy as him.

usually your always busy, making him do chores with you and everything. but on those special days where your just as tired, he goes feral.

You’re wearing nothing but some fuzzy socks, little shorts, and his shirt. yeah he’s already gone. and if you want sleepy, lazy sex….he feels as if he died and went to heaven.

also: if you are smarter than him.

like if you win when playing your game against him or Asuna, he would have to hide his flustered face and growing tent in his pants.

he’s not too sure why, but he is really attracted to intelligence.

Lee

EVERYTHING BABE, EVERYTHING

Lee worships the ground you walk on, you are a goddess in his eyes. you don’t even need to do anything and he would be horny for you.

Though I don’t think Lee would ever initiate sex, he would be down for it literally any time you ask.

he really loves when you compliment his strength. like please sit on his back while he does push ups and praise him after each one. he would genuinely pass away lmao

yeah so there isn’t anything specific that turns him on, honestly just the thought that you want him makes Lee turned on

Gaara

like sasuke, i don’t think Gaara is a very sexual person. it quite rare that he want sex.

Though i do believe he LOVES making out. Just sit on his lap and touch each other all over while heavily making out and breathing in each other’s ear…SIGN HIM TF UP.

Though Gaara will get turned on if you try to seduce him. he would definitely be confused as first but after he knows what’s going on he gets all flustered and nervous hehe

Like if you’re leaning close to him, giggling and twirling your hair and stuff. It turns him on knowing that you want HIM of all people

Kankuro

like Kiba, he likes to piss you off.

He’ll purposely kiss you after you put on lipstick and smear the color, running away while laughing as you complain. He’ll smack your ass as you walk by and ‘not know what you’re talking about’ when you tell him to stop. He’ll scare you when you walk past, he’ll bother you, he’ll mess up your hair. But it’s not because he doesn’t like you, it’s quite the opposite.

He likes when you get mad at him. yelling at him and making him apologize or clean up his mess. he likes it trust 🙏

but Kankuro also secretly loved praise and being babied. Like grab his face gently, make him look up at you as your praise him for all his hard work. He would melt.