Fanfiction lemons

Gaara

Description: Gaara gives in to his lust.
(The picture has nothing to do with the story. I just thought it was fucking hot)

Gaara responded calmly to his older brother, talking about the school system and the new teams. He was realizing just how big of a job it is to make sure the teams were even. The stress of the kazekage was resting on his shoulders harder than ever.

How he decided to set up these ninja teams would affect them for the rest of their lives. It was the small moments like these where he wished to be by himself again, just for a moment. All of his thoughts were about his duty to the village, that and your offer to take some of the stress away.

At first, he thought that as his secretary, you were doing enough, but he remembered that after your offer. You put your hands on his shoulders gently and whispered in his ear very lewd things that made his body flush. He knew it was highly inappropriate, but as your lips whispered sweet promises Gaara wished for nothing more than to relax and agree.

He also knew that fantasies as to do such a thing were impossible. So, instead, he walked out of your hands and out of the room. He tried to forget the memory, because everytime his brain reminded him of what happened, he wondered too quickly of what would happen if you kept your promises.

Sitting at his desk, talking about important matters, his brain wondered again as his eyes darted to you, beside his desk. You glanced at Gaara, trying to keep your smile in, you weren't sure if he'd accept or pull away completely. He did absolutely nothing, you took a big gamble. Although, seeing as to how he reacted, you weren't going to give up.

You knew just how stressed out he really was and wanting to help him was a big part of why you offered such a thing, but the thought of hearing his moans, seeing how he'd react to you, you thought about it more than you should've.

Gaara's eyes left yours quickly, but yours remained on him. You were sure Gaara's older brother caught on to your staring, but recently Gaara avoided you like the plague. Your time around him was quite limited these days. Eventually, Gaara's brother dismissed himself and it was just the two of you.

"I have a lot of work to do y/n, you're free to leave."

"Great, that means I can help."

He looked up from his papers, it was absolutely silent in his office. Your eyes held his, as if you were having a quiet contest. Gaara leaned back, still holding your eyes. You walked over to him, standing behind his chair. Your hands found his shoulders again, massaging small circles, bending down into his ear again.

"Lord Gaara, there is no need for you to take on all this stress by yourself. Let me help, I can take care of it for you."

He stayed very still, but muttered, "Let me guess, your offer still stands?"

"Yes sir."

Your thumbs pushed into his tense shoulders, rubbing out the knots. Your head was above his ear, awaiting his instructions. You moved your hand to his neck and began massaging there, he groaned lowly. This is what you wanted, to hear him consider your offer, to react to your actions.

"Lord Gaara... let me help."

"Y/n, I'm the kazekage. To do this, or even talk about it, is highly inappropriate."

"Forgive me, but isn't that what makes it so electrifying? You never know if someone is going to walk in. The sweet shivers that run down your body knowing you're absolutely not supposed to do it, makes you want to do it so much more."

You saw his ears and his cheeks dust with red, matching his hair color, you mused to yourself.

"Y/n..."