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sabaku-no-rozu · 2 years ago

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Whaddup I put my phone in a ziploc and wrote this in the shower because I’m sick as hell and water is life

The Misty Prince

Part 1: The Letter

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Gaara furrowed his brow inquisitively as he thumbed over the sealed letter between his fingers.

“Who is Kazuhiko?”

Rozu’s demeanor perked up the instant she heard Gaara speak as he entered the room. She turned away from her training equipment to face her lover, her expression tense. Her eyes flicked down from Gaara’s, to the letter in his hands, back up to him.

“What’s that?”

Gaara sighed, then stepped closer to Rozu, holding out the letter. “Don’t answer a question with another question.”

Rozu pursed her lips at him, then snatched the letter from his grasp. She glowered down at it as if it were something disgusting.

“Kazuhiko is my ex boyfriend.”

Gaara’s expression became unreadable for a moment before he shook his head to make sure he heard that right. Rozu had a boyfriend before him?

“Your… ex boyfriend.” he repeated. “You never told me you had past relationships.”

Rozu’s face flushed in embarrassment when she realized that no, she indeed had not disclosed any past relationships to Gaara, and that she probably should have knowing his insecurities. On the other hand, it should have been inferred that she would have had past suitors, and it didn’t occur to her to bring it up since it was such a commonality.

“Y-yeah, well, I made some questionable choices up until now so I didn’t think they would be important.” she said quickly, forcing herself to make eye contact with Gaara to get her point across.

Gaara exhaled a chuckle out through his nose, understanding her implication, and took a seat in the papasan chair by Rozu’s work out bench. His change into a calm demeanor reflected on Rozu, and she allowed herself to relax having made a smooth recovery.

“Tell me, whom is unlucky a fool enough to cross you?” Gaara asked sincerely. His use of fluttery language made Rozu blush again. She gripped the letter between her fingers, rubbing the smooth paper between them as she recalled her memories.

“I met him in Kirigakure when I was stationed there for a year, and we broke up just a bit before I wound up coming back to Suna.” she started.

“I was a young girl learning how to be on my own and he was a charming samurai. The Misty Prince I would call him.”

Gaara’s jaw clenched a little bit at the nick name. While he was interested in hearing about Rozu’s past relationship, he couldn’t ignore the pangs of jealousy to come.

Rozu sighed and plopped down on the cushion next to Gaara, the letter in her left hand limping lazily over the side of the seat.

“It was almost five years ago…”

// Rozu, age 19 //

The beautiful waves and sunny skies in Kirigakure were a sight to see. It was pleasantly warm, a nice summer day, with the smells of street food wafting in the air.

A young Rozu walked along the streets, done up in Kirigakure fashion with her hair in a bun and a pretty obi tied at the front around her waist. She had been getting looks from some, as she would, being a pretty young lady, but there was one that caught her attention this particular day.

Rozu felt the air shift beside her as she leaned up against the bar she had stopped at, drink in hand.

“Excuse me, a drink for me and the lady please.” Came a sultry voice.

Rozu opened her eyes to see who had joined her in her relaxation. She was pleasantly surprised to see a handsome young man relaying a curious grin back to her.

“Can I help you?” She said coyly.

The young man leaned an elbow on the bar and pushed his dark blue hair out of his face. His brilliant blue eyes looked her over briefly. “You looked like you could use some company.” He said.

Rozu huffed a laugh, returning the look over to the young boy. He was a bit taller than her, wearing a loose white shirt and a large cotton obi in a dark orange color, contrasting his dark pants. Two long swords were tucked into his obi, tied into the side of it. Her eyes met back with his.

“I’ve seen you training in the yard,” she said, putting her finished drink down. “You’re a samurai, aren’t you?”

Two more drinks were placed in front of the pair. The navy haired man took a sip of his. “One of many, yes. And you are a stunning kunoichi.” He glanced at the multiple dog tags hanging around her neck. “The Sand, the Leaf, and the Rain… you’ve been around haven’t you?”

Rozu smiled slyly at him and tucked her tags away, then took a sip of her drink. They kept their gazes locked on each other.

“You must have so many stories.” He said. “I’d love to hear them.”

“I bet you would.” Rozu quipped.

The man sipped his drink again, then put it down on the bar counter along with some money, enough to cover the both of them. Rozu noticed this gesture and felt her heart flutter a bit. “I’m Rozu,” she said.

The man bowed his head toward her respectfully. “My name is Kazuhiko. It’s lovely to meet you.”

The next few months became a whirlwind. Rozu and Kazuhiko would meet up for a chat, regale stories of their missions, sometimes they would even spar and test each others abilities against one another. Something about Kazuhiko had really drawn Rozu to him, and him to her. Their chemistry was hot and fast, always having something fun to do or to say to one another.

Soon, the two of them had gone on a date. Then another. Then one more, which led to Rozu inviting Kazuhiko into her apartment. Neither of them got any sleep for the next few nights.

It was becoming known to some of the other samurai in the yard that Rozu and Kazuhiko were dating, as she would often come around to drop him food or watch him train. However, as the months went on, the whirlwind of love and affection began to die down, and Rozu noticed a switch in gears.

About six months into their relationship, Kazuhiko had become very critical toward her. How she wore her hair or her clothes, even how she said some things or who she hung out with. When Rozu would confront him about his behavior, he would tell her she’s taking it the wrong way and shower her with affections, convincing her he was just looking out for her and that his criticism was an act of love.

For six more months this went on, and Rozu had had enough. The rollercoaster was too much, and she was getting sick of wondering why Kazuhiko had been ignoring her the last few weeks. He had been dodging her calls, and flaking on dates.

Tonight, the rain was pouring down. Rozu walked with purpose to Kazuhiko’s apartment, her spare key to his place wrapped in her fist. She wore a determined scowl on her face, ready to confront the man after he blew her off for their meeting tonight.

Muttering curses, she turned the corner into the tight alleyway that led to the stairs to his apartment, then stomped up the stairs.

When she got to the door, she fiddled with the key and stuck it in the lock. “Babe, we really need to talk—“ she announced as she opened it.

The entry way was dark, save for a few candles on the skinny table beside her. Rozu frowned down at them for a moment before a sound caught her attention up the short hall to the bedroom. It sounded like laughing, giggling…

A woman’s giggling.

Rozu felt her blood run cold. She stepped into the apartment, not bothering to take off her shoes, and stomped toward the bedroom.

When she threw open the screen door, she was met with the sight of her boyfriend on top of another woman, her pink kimono halfway off, and his mouth on her breast. Rozu felt her ice cold blood suddenly flip poles to being boiling hot.

The air in the room felt like it froze as the woman, Rozu, and Kazuhiko all looked at each other, the offending couple looking like a deer caught in a bright light. Rozu’s expression turned from surprise to fury. Her orange eyes seemed even more fiery with the passion of anger growing behind them.

“Rozu, I wasn’t expecting you—“

“Oh you weren’t expecting me? Mother fuck…!” Rozu cut him off as he scrambled off of the half naked woman, who was doing her best to cover herself up. Kazuhiko was moving to stand up when he was knocked back onto his ass by the force of which Rozu threw her spare key at him. “You put me through an emotional roller coaster for months and blow me off because you’re cheating on me!”

“Now wait, dear—“

Rozu rounded and kicked a hole through his bedroom door before stomping out of the apartment, eyes hot with tears. “God damn it I was so stupid, I should have known…!” She spat through gritted teeth. She had all but jumped down the stairs back into the alleyway, determined to get back home when she felt a hand grab her wrist and stop her.

Kazuhiko had come after her. He turned her around to face him. She avoided his eyes. “Okay, so you caught me, but we can work this out—“

Rozu violently ripped her arm out of Kazuhikos grasp. “No, we can’t.” She growled, turning back around. “You lied to me. You did all these things to make me think you loved me—!”

“I do love you!”

“No the fuck you don’t!” Rozu spat. “Someone who loves me wouldn’t treat me the way you’ve been treating me! Someone who loves me wouldn’t blow me off to go fuck another girl!”

Kazuhiko stepped closer to Rozu. “I made a mistake.” He said. Rozu didn’t turn around.

“Don’t contact me again,” she said, then kept walking away. She didn’t hear footsteps behind her thankfully, and when she turned the corner, she broke into a full sprint back to her apartment.

//today//

“So that night I packed all my shit and made plans to move back to Suna.” Said Rozu.

Gaara looked her over, practically feeling her sizzling anger just recounting the story of how she was made to feel, then utterly betrayed. He could relate somewhat, to the feeling of having trust ripped away like that. He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her form and placed a gentle kiss on her temple.

Rozu responded by leaning her head into Gaara’s kiss and rubbed her fingers over his strong arms. She sighed and relaxed into his touch. “Since then, he did try to contact me, but I ignored all his letters.” She said.

“If I ever see him, I’ll kick his ass.” Said Gaara, with a semi joking tone. Rozu laughed and nuzzled into the redhead.

“You’re too sweet, love.” She said. Rozu gently pulled away from Gaara to face him, then placed a hand on his cheek to pull him in for a kiss. “I’m glad I came back and got to meet you. You’re the best choice I’ve made.”

Gaara just blushed and smiled in response.

#sabaku no gaara #sabaku no rozu #gaara x oc #self insert oc #fan fic #Gaara learns about Rozus ex

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sabaku-no-rozu · 2 years ago

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Intimate Accidents, pt1

Rating: Explicit. This is porn.

Tags: voyeurism, masturbation

Pairing: Gaara/Rozu, RoGaa

Summary: Gaara gets home late after work. Rozu left her bedroom door cracked.

Under the cut

Another late night in the books for the Kazekage. Gaara had been particularly buried in work this evening, not stopping for breaks or even to chat with his visitors that long, his focus entirely on paperwork. At one point hours ago, Rozu—his bodyguard and close friend—had even stopped by to drop him off some snacks and tea. She made a second round later that night to double check that Gaara was okay, and to urge him to wrap up for the night given how late it was.

Gaara of course dismissed her, stating he was fine and would be done with his work soon as long as he stayed focused. The term soon had turned to mean the witching hour this particular evening.

Gaara sighed as he turned out the lights to his office for the evening. He was satisfied with where he’d stopped, and looked forward to getting to rest a bit. He headed toward his dwelling’s front door and fished his pockets for the keys. He knew Rozu would be in the penthouse also, probably asleep, so he knew not to make noise coming in.

Gaara turned the key and entered the main room of his private quarters. He noticed how dark and quiet it was, save for a dim orange glow coming from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. He figured Rozu must have fallen asleep in her room with the bed lamp on, while reading a book or listening to music like she usually did. He locked the door behind him, swapped his day shoes for some comfy slippers, then shed and hung his official jacket before quietly heading toward the hallway.

As Gaara stepped silently through the foyer, a small shifting sound caught his attention coming from Rozu’s cracked door. It sounded like she was turning in her sleep. Gaara huffed and crept to her door with the intent of turning off the light in her room, believing it to be disturbing her sleep, causing her to toss and turn.

Boy was he wrong.

When Gaara approached the ajar door and peeked inside, he saw Rozu lying on her bed spread eagle, sweating and flushed, her fingers delving between her squirming legs. Her other arm covered her closed eyes and her head phones covered both ears, the faint sound of music mixing in with her quiet panting breaths.

She appeared to be lost in her own lust, touching herself.

Gaara suddenly realized what he was looking at. He felt all of the blood in his body rush to two places at once; his entire face, and straight down his spine. It had only been a second, but Gaara felt like he had watched her for entirely too long.

In that moment, he saw Rozu’s fingers sink into herself, and heard her moan quietly, her back arched off of the mattress.

“Huhn—…Ga-Gaara…”

All of Gaara’s adrenaline pulsed through his body, and he got the fuck out of there. The speed of which he zipped from the edge of Rozu’s door to his own bedroom and nearly slammed the door shut could have rivaled that of Rock Lee’s without his weights. He only hoped he didn’t alert Rozu to his presence.

Gaara had no idea what to do right now. His mind was a mess after seeing Rozu pleasuring herself, let alone hearing her moaning *his* name. On top of that, he was pretty positive she didn’t detect him in the hallway. He had caught her in an incredibly intimate moment.

An intimate moment that apparently involved him…

He let out a breath he was holding then sat down on his bed. He put his head in his hands and stared down at the floor. What was he supposed to do with this information? Gaara couldn’t possibly justify telling Rozu that he caught her masturbating. He was sure that would embarrass her.

Images of Rozu’s strong, muscled body flashed through Gaara’s mind. The light in her room had hit her curves at just the right angles.

Gaara felt his strained cock twitch against his pants.

Having a massive boner right now was absolutely not helping the situation.

He briefly considered just trying to forget about it, but how could he possibly forget the sound of his name on Rozu’s breathless pleas?

What if he just joined her…?

Gaara pushed the thought of simply barging in there aside. That would definitely not go well. Rozu meant so much more to him than to justify a sloppy romp. If they were going to have their first time he would want it to be memorable.

Gods, having their first time…

Gaara wondered if that’s what Rozu was thinking about as she was touching herself and whispering his name. His own hand wandered down to his aching cock.

Maybe he could indulge himself just a little bit. Maybe it would take the edge off without hurting anyone?

He let the images of Rozu’s naked form flood his mind as he palmed his erection through his pants. Her sun kissed skin looked so soft, he had wondered what it felt like to run his fingers over her arms or her legs, or down her back…

Gaara hissed as he unfastened the buttons on his trousers and let his cock bob free. He shuddered at the sudden sensation of cool air against his sensitive skin, followed by his own warm hand wrapped around his thick member. He swiped his thumb over the head, and used the beads of pre cum to lubricate his fingers a bit. He closed his eyes and let his head loll back, imagining Rozu’s nimble fingers palming him instead of his own.

His breathing picked up, as did his strokes, as he pictured Rozu straddling over him with her shiny, wet pussy lips lined up with his cock head. Gaara felt only the slightest bit of embarrassment at the lewd images he was concocting, but the sight of Rozu’s supple bouncing breasts pushed aside the last of that shame.

He pictured her riding his cock with abandon, using him to make herself come to climax. He pictured pushing her onto her back in a mating press and pushing her legs back as far as she could handle for prime access to her depths. He shuddered at the feeling of holding her close as he plunged into her and filled her with his love, imagining her praying his name into his ear over and over as he made her cum.

/“Gaara…!”/

“Fuh—uck…! Uhn—!” Gaara groaned quietly as his whole body snapped like a right coil. He came hard, rope after rope of hot cum spilled down his pulsing shaft.

He took a moment to catch his breath and come down from his orgasmic high, only to quickly be overcome with the cold wave of post nut clarity.

Gaara walked in on one of his closest friends masturbating to the thought of him, then jerked off to the thought of fucking her, and came from it. He came hard from it.

Gaara swore under his breath, a feeling of shame rushing into him like the blood to his blushing face.

How was he going to face her after this?

#sabaku no gaara #sabaku no rozu #gaara x oc #self insert oc #fan fic #smut

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