Just a random excuse for some GaaraXSakura smut (That means kids under the legal age, please exit now. Run, don't walk. Thank you and have a wonderful day!)

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Sakura sighed as she gazed out the rain-streaked window and drummed her fingers. It had been raining for so long; she was beginning to become seasick. She wanted desperately to visit someone, but knew of no one. Naruto and Hinata were too busy planning for their wedding that wasn't supposed to take place for another year, Sai was on a mission, and Ino was working double time at her flower shop, and Sakura definitely didn't want to spend a lousy day with a bunch of lousy flowers that just reminded her of more rain.

Then she had an idea.

It had been a full three years since she had seen her friend in the Suna village. Things were painfully hard since she had developed a slight love interest in him. Besides, it probably wasn't raining there.

So why not pay him a visit?

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And so there she was, knocking outside of the kazekage's front door.

Gaara opened it-and panicked.

"What are you doing here?" He hissed.

"Well, it's practically flooding where I live!"

Gaara shot her a death glare. "Good for you. All we have here is sand, more sand, and the temperature of an oven."

"You got to love the sand, Kazekage." Sakura put a hand on her hip.

"You're telling me? You try to lead the entire sand village for a week and see how you feel. It's all about sand. Sand for the playground, sandpaper, Sandy and her new sandmobile. I'm sick of the stuff." He moved aside and Sakura walked into the large mansion.

"It can't be as bad as rain." Sakura said.

"Oh but it is. Come on, you can stay in this room over here." He led her to a plain bedroom with a simple bed and a large window.

"Thanks." Sakura thanked her friend. "Now go away."

Without protest, Gaara left the room. What was she doing here anyways? He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself with her scent in the house. After all, he had loved her for four years. All while she was gone his heart ached for her. He even had…dreams…of her. Now she was here, in his home, and he knew he couldn't handle it.

For days, Gaara was put under sheer torture every time Sakura walked by. It took all the effort he had to not grab her and rape her right there in the hall.

On the other side of the wall, it took all of Sakura's strength not to push him against the wall and shove her tongue down his throat.

For days, both nineteen-year-olds suffered a pain that ached their hearts.

It was a particularly hot day when Gaara decided it was too freaking hot to wear a shirt. And as Sakura passed by the topless redhead, she was sure her mind would explode. His slender yet muscular chest looked hard and delicious, and Sakura had to resist the urge to touch it. But she did lick her lips, an act that made the kazekage gulp hard.

Later in the afternoon, Gaara walked into the kitchen to get a drink when he dropped his glass cup after spotting his crush with a shirt that was halfway undone, revealing the white lace bra underneath it.

"Sorry…I'll clean that up." He mumbled, kneeling down to pick up the broken pieces of glass. Immediately, Sakura was on the floor with him on all fours. The two picked up the shards in no time, and as Gaara looked up from the floor, he nearly jumped. There, two inches away from his face was Sakura's bra. And in that bra, he could see her cleavage. It wasn't too much, as she was still probably in size A, but it was enough to make the young man go crazy.

'shit' he thought.

And as he raised his head, he found Sakura's face less than an inch away from his.

'Double shit.'

He felt his pants tighten.

'Triple shit.'

And when Sakura, who had lost control more than a minute ago, leaned forward, Gaara fell backwards, his eyes wide open. He knew he was helpless beneath her.

Now he was laying on the floor, his crush now straddling him and being dangerously close to his face.

'Oh…my…god.' Were the only three words he could think. His heart began pounding rapidly inside his bare chest and his eyes darted from Sakura to the wall, and back again.

"Gaara." The girl whispered in his ear. His name sounded so intoxicating on her tongue, he had to ball his hands into fists to keep from lashing out and taking her right there.

Her lips hovered over his.

"Sakura…what are you-?" He was silenced when her lips pressed against his.

He practically had a heart attack. His heart was pounding so hard and loud, he swore he could hear it loud and clear.

This was dangerous. Very, very dangerous. Sakura knew he had little self control. After all, she had seen him kill countless people for no good reason at all. Yep…that was Gaara. Mean, red, killing machine.

And yet the feel of those tender, soft lips was irresistible to him. His hands softened into gentle fists and he closed his outlined eyes.

Sakura grabbed his shoulders and deepened the kiss, moaning as she did.

Hearing her moan only made Gaara sigh with content.

Sakura ran her tongue over his lips, soaking them in her saliva. The whole thing was so sensuous, the kazekage nearly fainted right then and there.

She ran a hand down his exposed chest and he gasped at the light, feathery touches. Taking the opportunity, Sakura plunged her tongue deep inside his moist, hot cavern, fulfilling at least that wish.

Soon both her hands were on his chest, roaming random and free. She stroked his tongue with her own and massaged the inner walls of his wet cave.

It was so good, it was painful. Gaara quickly lost all control possible and pulled on her pink hair, deepening the kiss further. He wrestled her tongue in a battle for dominance, a battle Gaara quickly won.

Parting lips only to breath, both gazed into the other's eyes and saw what the other wanted-needed.

Sakura began grinding her hips against his stomach, feeling her already wet core against him. She had never felt like this before.

"Oh god" She sighed.

Gaara, silent as always, simply watched his love grind herself on him with a fascination like no other. His eyes wandered over her perfect body. Slender, petite with all the right curves, and just simply gorgeous. And if he didn't have it, he might as well commit suicide.

That was it. He flipped his love over so it was she who was helpless on the floor, and he was straddling her perfect hips. "Mine." He said with greed as he leaned forward and nipped the skin of her neck.

"Mine." Sakura whispered as she grabbed his red hair and pulled him into another kiss. This one, however, wasn't as friendly. He bit down on her lip and the inner walls of her mouth. She nipped his lower lip, marking him as her own. As he bit on her tongue, she let out a needy moan.

He kept silent.

Then Sakura pulled him away to breathe.

Gaara softly nudged his nose into her neck, taking in that addictive scent. He then let his soft hands reach up her white button-down shirt and trace patterns over her flat stomach, feeling every bit of delicious skin he could.

"Off." Sakura demanded, still breathing heavy.

Gaara wasn't sure what she meant, and he stopped his actions and looked up at her.

"My shirt, goddamn it you idiot!" Sakura hissed and quickly unbuttoned what little there was to unbutton.

Gaara felt red flush on his cheeks. Well, that was stupid.

Anyways, back to business.

He sucked in a breath at the sight of his love in her A cup bra. Hesitant, he let shaky hands come to rest upon the mounds.

He was in complete control of the situation.

As he squeezed her clothed breasts, she moaned and arched into his touch.

He loved the way her perfect back bent with ease.

He then unclasped her bra and threw it across the kitchen floor, marveling at her perk, round, perfect breasts with their perk, round, perfect nipples.

Gaara gently blew on them and Sakura shuddered beneath him, despite the fiery temperature.

He dipped his head between her breasts and she sighed, throwing her head back in delight.

When he took a pink nipple in his mouth, Sakura moaned low and loud.

"Oh…" She gasped at the wonderful new feeling. Gaara began to suckle gently, massaging the neglected breast. The taste of her was so addictive. Of course, Gaara had never smoked or used any other drug, but he supposed a girl could have the same amount of her own special nicotine to draw young, innocent (Well ok, maybe not innocent in the ways of killing…) males to her sweet, delicious body. And damn, this was a strong drug.

He swirled his tongue over the hardened bud. He had waited so long to do this, and he intended to make this the very best experience for both of them. Yes, this is what he had dreamt about many nights, despite his frustration to rid those horrid thoughts. Now it was just a sweet dream come true.

He gently bit down on her and she responded with a small squeak of approval. She propped herself on her elbows to watch the young man.

The sight of Gaara covering her chest was the sexiest goddamn thing she had ever seen. Of course, in her eyes (And quite a few other ladies) he was already the hottest thing on the market. There, licking, sucking, and biting her breasts was the sex god of Suna. And he was hers. Well, at least for the moment.

Gaara switched breasts and watched as his lover's mouth formed a beautiful 'O' as pleasure filled her.

He took this as invitation and played a little rougher, causing her to squirm with need beneath him. Of course, he was dominant, and he would torture her as long as his cold heart pleased.

His mouth left her breast with a satisfied 'pop'.

Suddenly, the thought struck him.

"Sakura." Hearing her name whispered from the sex god was music to her ears.

"Are you…a virgin?" He asked.

Too exhausted to speak, the kunoichi only nodded slowly.

Gaara's heart sunk. "Oh." He slowly climbed off of her.

"Wait, what are you doing?" She asked, grabbing his wrist.

"I can't go on." He explained. "I've never…I mean I…I just can't…" The words couldn't come out right.

"It's fine. I…I want you to be my first." Her words sent an electric bolt up Gaara's spine. The words were sexy, with just the touch of innocence. That was it. He would be her first, she would be his.

He let his hands trail down her flat stomach to the waistband of her pants. He hesitated.

"What are you waiting for?" She was getting a bit annoyed with his delay.

"You know, I probably won't be able to control myself once these are gone." He mumbled.

Sakura smiled wickedly. "Good. I have no intention of letting you." She covered his hands with her own smaller ones and helped him (As if he needed any) pull down her pants.

She felt stupid, laying there in nothing but a pair of simple white panties exposed as Gaara's eyes shamelessly looked up and down her body.

"Don't look at me like that." She hissed, her voice a bit shaky.

Gaara broke out into an evil grin. "Why not? After all, I've never seen anyone so beautiful." He leaned forward, again straddling her hips. Soon his mouth was at her ear. "Sakura." He whispered. The sound waves caused her to suck in a breath as she listened to the beautiful music of her name.

He took hold of the edge of her only clothing when her hand grabbed his wrist.

"Wait." She commanded. After all, it wasn't fair that she was nearly naked and he still had his pants on. In one swift motion, Sakura was on top, her hands on his hard chest, rising and falling as his chest did the same with every breath he took. And damn it, he was breathing pretty hard.

She took the waist of his pants and quickly pulled them off, leaving him in plain, dark red boxers. (Who would have thought?)

Soon, she had pulled his boxers off, leaving him totally naked and exposed.

"That's not fair!" Gaara whined.

Sakura just grinned and chewed her lip. He certainly looked like a sex god, laying there on the kitchen floor, hot, sexy, and…sexy…

She marveled at his painfully hard erection and laughed softly.

"What's so funny?" He growled.

"So this is what you've been hiding from me?" She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, sending tingles down his spine. She gently nipped at the edge of his ear before sliding down until she was eye level with his member.

Gaara watched her, slightly horrified as she wrapped around his length with her smooth, silky hand.

"Oh…god Sakura…" He hissed as her hand slowly slid up and down his shaft.

He had never felt this way before. It was bad enough he was madly in love with her, but to feel pleasure because of her was too much.

She pumped him faster and faster, each time sending bolts of pleasure up and down his spine.

He sucked in a breath and threw back his head as her hand slid up and down him at a speed unimaginable.

He felt so close.

Then, she stopped.

He hissed in disappointment.

Then she started again, almost laughing.

She repeated the process again and again, loving the way he turned completely defenseless under her control. It was sheer torture for him.

Sakura bit her lip. Suddenly, he felt something hot and moist taking in his manhood, shooting sparks into his mind.

Her mouth!

He clawed in need at the tile floor, and left scratch marks. Oh well, let the maids take care of that.

Her mouth licked his tip before descending on him again, as far as she could without choking.

"Goddammit…" He growled, losing all possible sanity. Like the monster he was, he grabbed her hair and forced her onto him, thrusting his hips up to meet her open mouth.

He was near the edge. So damn close, he could feel his member throbbing inside his lover's hot cavern.

Then he lost it without warning.

Imaginary sand danced around Gaara's head as he came into her mouth, and for the first time, he let out a moan. A loud, long, low, sexy moan that nearly drove Sakura over the edge herself.

She pulled herself away from him as he recovered from his first ever orgasm. The taste of him was sweet and sour, almost like expired milk with a few teaspoons of sugar. Delicious. She was instantly addicted.

Gaara shook his head in disbelief. It was incredible.

She wanted more, and so grasped him again, when he grabbed her hair. No more torture.

Now, it was her turn.

Gaara pushed her onto the kitchen floor and captured her lips upon his own yet again. Tongues wrestled enthusiastically as teeth clacked together. Both loved the feeling of bare skin crushing bare skin as chests were pressed against each other.

Parting lips, the kazekage slid his bony fingers down her perfect body until they grabbed the edges of her panties.

He slowly pulled them off of her, revealing more glowing skin inch by inch.

Soon, the useless garment was no more, and Gaara was staring at the most intimate part of the female body. His own personal cigarette. And damn it, he was going to smoke her dry if he had to.

Gaara was never one to be merciful, always torturing whenever the hell he felt like it. And he was never one to tolerate another who had tortured him, especially in the way Sakura had. Every time they locked eyes, he felt like pulling her to the ground and fucking the brains out of her. It was so incredibly painful, and yet here she was, naked and exposed to his merciless self.

He ran his hand up and down her smooth thigh, drawing closer and closer to her soaking core.

She whimpered in need as he failed each time to touch her where she needed to be touched.

Sakura was never patient.

She cried out in agony as he lightly brushed over her outer lips, and he smiled knowing she was now as defenseless as he was just moments ago.

Gaara? The kazekage, defenseless? It was almost unbelievable. But very, very true.

"Oh god…" She whispered.

"Yes?" the kazekage teased, blowing on her heated center.

"Please…"

"Please what?" He stroked her inner thigh several times.

"Don't!"

"Don't what?" He ghosted over her wet center.

"Goddammit don't torture me!" She wailed, grabbing his wild red hair with her long fingers and pulling him towards what she wanted.

But the man resisted and pulled back.

She cried out, almost breaking into tears.

Gaara stroked her, the tip of his finger lightly brushing over her clit.

"Oh god!" She gasped, her hips bucking up. But his free hand held her down. She whimpered.

He took her bundle of nerves and gently rolled it between his soft fingers, making her moan his name.

Then he stopped.

Her head thrust to the side and she groaned. She tried to lift her hips, but they were still held down by that one strong hand of his.

Torture.

Then she felt his index finger prodding her, and she hissed in want. As she felt herself engulf that one finger, shocks of pleasure raced through her entire body.

Gaara was amazed at the feeling of his finger trapped inside of a body. He felt her tight virginal walls contract around his digit and nearly release himself already.

He slowly moved his finger out and back in.

She gave in to a low, sensuous moan that sent chills down his spine.

He leaned over and planted butterfly kisses along her neck as he slowly pumped his finger.

With the increased pleasure, she arched her back into an almost perfect 'U' and her head was thrown back to give him more skin to enjoy. And dammit, he loved it.

He stopped, his finger still lodged inside of her.

She wiggled her hips in a desperate attempt to get him to move, but he refused.

"Please…" She whispered.

"Please what? Tell me. Tell me what you want."

Sakura knew his dirty plan. He wanted to feel dominant over her, to reduce her to nothing but a pile of useless goo. He wanted her to feel completely helpless and surrender her entire body over to him. He wanted her to beg.

Well, Sakura Haruno was certainly no beggar.

Keeping her mouth tightly shut, she tried to jerk her hips.

Gaara licked a small trail down her neck and to her chest, where he locked his tongue around her pink nipple.

She gave out a cry. It was too much, and she knew she had lost.

"What do you want?" He repeated in a whisper, curling his finger inside of her.

She completely lost it.

"Oh Gaara! Touch me!" She practically yelled.

Gaara grinned and pulled his finger out.

"What are the magic words?" He teased.

"Please Gaara!"

"Wrong!" He slid his mouth back up to her neck.

"Say 'pretty please, oh mighty sex god'" He whispered, sucking roughly on the skin of her neck.

She knew he knew she was incapable of speaking full sentences. Especially when he plunged into her again, followed by a second finger.

"P-pretty…mmm…please, oh-ah!-mighty…oh my…s-s-s-sex…ah!" She jerked her hips so hard, even Gaara's hand couldn't control her.

He added a third digit and felt her tight walls squeeze all three fingers.

"Oh god!" Sakura cried out, finishing the plea.

"Very good." Gaara smiled and slid down her body so he was staring right at her womanhood.

He pulled all three digits from her and stared at them, coated with her sticky fluids. He had heard what people did afterwards from a few friends, but he couldn't understand why. It sounded so…disgusting.

Oh well, it was like a new food. Try it and spit it out if you didn't like it.

Gaara brought his hand to his mouth and took a quick lick.

Sakura was completely horrified.

Sweet, salty, a touch of sour. His own marijuana. He sucked his fingers dry.

Sakura wasn't sure whether to be amused, turned on, or terrified, so she decided to be all three.

"You're so good…" He whispered a low, sexy voice that made her squirm.

He needed more. He stuck out his tongue and licked her soaking outer lips.

Sakura bucked at the sensation. His fingers felt delicious. His tongue…even better. She estimated it would be heaven with him inside of her. Oh god, the thought…

He lapped up her natural juices, savoring the taste. He had tasted her skin, and it had been exquisite. Now he tasted the part of her he had tried not to want for so long. It was certainly a fairytale come true.

His tongue darted in and out, his hands kept her hips from bucking. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive pearl. She screamed, moaned, and withered in pleasure. Well, she was certainly louder than the quiet kazekage.

She could feel the pit in her stomach churn, burning her lower abdomen.

"Gaara…Gaara…" She chanted his name as the feeling intensified. And then, she exploded. Her entire body rocked with desire as white, sticky fluids flowed out of her body and into the mouth of her lover.

More nicotine. Just what Gaara needed.

He watched her pleasured expression as she recovered from her first high.

He loved the taste of her rushing down his throat. He looked up and gazed into her eyes.

Then he plunged his lips down on hers, letting her taste herself. Sakura actually found it wasn't half bad.

"Gaara, I need…" She whispered as he sucked on her neck, leaving a large hickey.

"Mmm?"

"Need…I need you…in…I need you in me!!"

Gaara thought he'd never hear those addicting words coming from the mouth of the only one he adored. It was enough to make his own neglected member twitch. He positioned himself at her entrance, his heart pounding hard enough to burst through his heaving chest.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

Sakura could only nod, already feeling like bursting again at the feel of his tip rubbing against her aching core.

Of all the times for the kazekage to be hesitant.

Gaara wasn't stupid. He had male friends. He knew what he needed to know. And yet, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his lover.

"It might hurt." He whispered, leaning over and planting kisses near the corner of her mouth.

"I don't care! I…I've wanted you for so long, I can't stand it!! Please, Gaara!" Sakura's voice rose with the tension.

He plunged his tongue down her throat as he let himself sink into her, breaking her barrier.

Oh. My. God. For Gaara, it was the most amazing thing he had ever felt, being engulfed by her blazing heat, being coated in her slick juices, feeling her no longer virginal walls tighten around his shaft. Blood stained the tile floor.

But for Sakura, it was the most painful thing she'd experienced in a long time. She couldn't help but whimper in pain and let the tears fall, in which Gaara quickly lapped up before taking her mouth in his again.

It took more self control than anything for Gaara not to quickly fuck the living daylights out of her. He knew he was her first, and she deserved better than to be pounded to death by a careless, heartless guy who just happened to be the kazekage.

Sakura, however, wanted to make his experience the best, despite the throbbing pain.

"You ok?" He asked softly against her lips.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, before nodding. (Which doesn't make sense…)

"Move." Her voice was soft and shaky.

The pain went away as he drew out almost completely, and she could actually feel pleasure as he slowly slid into her again.

She could now focus on the intensity of her desire. The feel of her inner walls contracting around him. He was inside of her.

He ravaged her mouth and frantically played with her pink hair as he pulled out and in, slowly and gently.

He pulled his lips away from hers to breathe, never once removing his eyes from her desired expression.

The whole sight was completely erotic to Sakura, watching the man she had loved for so long make love to her as his hard chest heaved with each breath he took. She gasped, moaned, groaned, even screamed.

He simply breathed heavily. But despite his lack of sound, the feeling was intense. He loved being inside her. Another drug. Heroine, maybe.

"Gaara…" She moaned as her arms involuntarily wrapped around his strong, naked back and her eyes locked with his.

"More." She said in between gasps. "F-faster."

Only happy to oblige, Gaara quickened his pace.

She squirmed. "D-deeper, p-please. Harder." She failed to make complete sentences flow from her kiss-bruised lips.

Gaara thrusted harder, gritting his teeth and holding a death grip onto her hair.

Her nails dug deep into his back, drawing blood.

"Oh, Gaara!" She cried out. He was now pounding into her as fast and hard as he could, his eyes squeezed tight. Finally unable to hold it, he let out a low, sexy moan that made Sakura shiver in delight.

"G-aara. I…you're…amazing…I…oh my god…" Well, Sakura was certainly the talkative one.

His breath was hard and irregular, while he pounded into her with such a speed her entire body rocked along with his. He could feel himself near.

She felt like she was going to die, it was so damn good.

"I'm going to…ah!!" She cried out as her second orgasm took hold. Her entire body spasmed with uncontrollable delight as she released herself.

"Shit." Gaara growled, tightening his death grip. The feel of her pouring onto him was so exquisite, he nearly exploded himself.

She recovered from her high, Gaara still pounding into her.

He was too close.

He started to pull away when Sakura's shaky hand grabbed his wrist.

He understood completely.

With a few last thrusts, he exploded his seed into her, and couldn't help but give out a helpless cry.

Sakura gasped as his fluids filled her womb, and her back arched into him.

Finally tired, the young kazekage collapsed next to his lover, pulling out of her. His hands were still gripped onto her hair, and he couldn't seem to be able to pull them away.

Both were breathing so heavy, their entire bodies rose and fell as their bare chests did.

Sakura turned to face her love, her shaking hands cupping his face. He finally found the energy to release her hair, and his arms collapsed beside him.

"H-how…was t-th-that?" She whispered in his ear.

He slowly shook his head. "Addicting." Indeed, her body was a unique drug to him. A mixture of substances. And she was all his.

Sex on the kitchen floor. Wonderful.

Exhausted, both young adults closed their eyes, too weary to even bother going up to their rooms.

"What's going on? I heard screams from the kitchen." Temari and Kankuro walked to the kitchen, expecting to find dead shinobi on the kitchen floor with blood and sand splattered all over the floor, Gaara standing in triumph, completely unharmed.

What they found was completely unexpected. Both older siblings' eyes shot wide open at the sight of Gaara, naked and certainly harmed, sleeping next to Sakura, also naked. With blood on the floor.

Temari turned to her puppet master brother. "We never saw this. It never happened."

Kankuro quickly caught on. "I'll…go cancel his next meeting." And the other two sand siblings awkwardly left the room.

When Gaara awoke, he found Sakura already all over him, kissing his bare chest. "What the hell?"

Sakura grinned. "Come on to bed. I have a little surprise for you."

Gaara groaned and wondered if he had accidentally created an addictive, sex-crazed monster. Oh well, he certainly loved his little cigarette box.

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Disclaimer: I don't own naruto! I would certainly die for Gaara, though...

Gaara: What the hell is this??!!!

me: Oh shit! Well, got to run...

Gaara: Sand coffin!!!

0.o well I guess I'm dead...review anyways! I might make this multi-chaptered if I get enough reviews