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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.

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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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sabaku-no-rozu · 2 years ago

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Intimate Accidents, part 2

Rating: Explicit, it’s still porn.

Pairing: Gaara/Rozu, RoGaa

Tags: masturbation, fantasizing, voyeursism, wet dreams

Summary: after walking in on an intimate moment, Gaara faces a new dilemma.

Intimate accidents 2

Sounds of panting moans, squeaking bed, and wet slapping filled Gaara’s bedroom. The two of them held their bodies as close to each other as they could despite the heat and sweat pouring off of them. Gaara rocked his hips up into Rozu’s, earning a moan of his name from her lips into his neck. Gaara whispered her name back and gentry tugged her hair so she would look at him.

“Rozu,” he sighed. Rozu’s heavily lidded eyes met Gaara’s, trying hard to focus on him as she bounced on his lap.

Rozu’s mouth parted and her tongue hung out wantonly. She was an image of pure bliss in this moment. “Hah, hah… Lord Gaara…” she panted. Gaara captured her lips with his own and swallowed her moans in a heated kiss. He grabbed at her hips and ground her down as deeply as she could go on his cock.

“Rozu, you’re gonna make me—“

“Lord Kazekage!!”

Gaara’s eyes shot open. The sensations he felt before were suddenly gone. Rozu was no longer in his arms, but now at the other side of his door, knocking impatiently. He was drenched in sweat. He took inventory a moment, then sat straight up.

At some point after his degenerate wank session, he fell asleep, and had wet dreams about his companion all night.

The damp spot on the covers over his groin area proved that enough.

On top of that, not only did he have a hot dream, he actually fell asleep without trying for the first time in several weeks.

A louder set of knocking disrupted his thoughts. Gaara threw the messy sheets and blankets aside to the hamper to wash later, then quickly put on a silky red bathrobe.

Gaara approached his bedroom door and opened it to see Rozu’s stern face right at the forefront. She was dressed up in her usual bodysuit, with a layer of casual clothing over it to cover up a bit; a semi unbuttoned gray top and a long red, slanted skirt.

“Lord Gaara,” she huffed at him, making him look back up at her face. Gaara hadn’t realized he had looked her up and down just now. “You aren’t ready? What’s up with you?”

Gaara furrowed his brow, confused. “Good morning?” He said. He avoided direct eye contact with Rozu, still reeling from his earlier feelings. “Ready for what exactly?”

Rozu’s eyebrows nearly shot off of her forehead. She crossed her arms, an incredulous expression on her face. “Uh, we’re taking the train to Kumo today for this quarter’s Summit?”

Gaara blinked, then paled. Fuck.

Rozu sighed and reached a hand out to touch Gaara’s forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay? It’s really unlike you to forget something so important.”

Gaara grabbed her wrist swiftly before Rozu could lay a hand on him. She gasped in surprise and pulled her hand back, a series of emotions flashing through her features.

“Did you have a nightmare?” She asked quietly.

Gaara’s face reddened, a conflicting feeling rose up in his chest. Of course he didn’t have a nightmare, but the fact that Rozu was so concerned with his well being when he wasn’t being particularly nice at the moment was making him feel a little mushy.

He couldn’t tell her that, though.

“Yes,” Gaara lied, after a beat of silence. “I tried to fall asleep last night after getting home. Unfortunately, my mind decided otherwise.”

Rozu sighed through her nose, then turned toward the main room. “I’m sorry, Lord Gaara,” she said, “I wish I could do something to help. You know you can talk to me about anything. My door is always open, you know.”

Gaara reeled for a second at that last comment, then quickly regained his composure.

“Anyway,” Rozu continued, “I’ll make us something to eat before we head to the train, okay? We’ve got a long couple of days ahead.”

As Rozu made her way to the penthouse kitchen, Gaara assured her that he would be dressed and ready to go soon. He saw her packed duffel bag out of the corner of his eye by the hallway corner.

Gaara swallowed thickly, then turned back to his chambers to get ready to go.

The Thunder Train ride to Kumogakure felt much longer than it needed to be. Normally in times like this Gaara would be relieved to have Rozu by his side, but right now he would give anything to have some space.

She sat across from Gaara and Kankuro the whole ride, looking out the window at the passing scenery and occasionally closing her eyes to meditate and sense for any unsavory stowaways.

Gaara had done his best not to engage her too frequently today, which Kankuro immediately noticed and asked him about. Rozu, attempting to be helpful, told Kankuro that Gaara had a nightmare, which is probably why he’s not in a great mood.

Sure, Gaara went with it. He hated to lie to his friend and his brother, but there was no chance in Hell he would tell them the real reason he was like this right now.

He couldn’t help during the ride but to look Rozu over. She sat with one leg over the other and both arms outspread on the seats behind her. She seemed so relaxed and collected, so unaware of the horrible things Gaara was thinking about doing to her. She even flashed him a reassuring smile a few times when she caught him looking, which made him feel so much worse.

Arrival at Kumogakure was a welcome relief, as the Kazekage entourage would finally get some time for themselves in their own guest lodgings. Rozu took the lead at Gaara’s front left side as they were escorted to the Raikage’s tower, ready to fend off threats and paparazzi alike. Kankuro had taken the opposite side behind Gaara.

Kankuro noticed Gaara’s strange behavior right away, especially when he spotted Gaara’s eyes looking in a certain direction.

Oh boy, this was gonna be a fun couple of days.

“Alright, here are your quarters for the evening!” Said a sprightly young kunoichi, handing over the room keys to Gaara

Kankuro had split off from the group when he was given his room key, excited to relax after a long train ride, leaving Rozu and Gaara alone together.

Gaara opened the door to the room, then realized something was off. “Excuse me miss,” he said as he turned toward the leaving kunoichi, “there seems to have been a mistake.”

He looked between a confused Rozu and the nervous Kumo nin. “There is only one bed…”

The ninja waived her hand in apology. “I’m sorry, the other rooms are under renovation right now, so this is all we had.” She said.

“This is fine,” Rozu interjected. Gaara looked at her, puzzled and a bit shocked. How can she be so comfortable with this? “It’ll be easier to perform my duties for Lord Gaara this way anyway.”

The young ninja bowed her head at the two respectfully before dismissing herself.

Rozu picked up her duffel bag and tossed it into the room before she grabbed Gaara’s to do the same. She paused and noted the distant look on his face.

“Hey, Gaara?” She said quietly, dropping the honorific, which caught his attention. He looked down as her gaze as if he just snapped back from a day dream. “If me being in the room is gonna bother you, I can post outside if it helps? You said you had a nightmare earlier so I want you to get rest—“

“No, that’s—“ Gaara interrupted. He broke his gaze away from Rozu and took his luggage out of her hand to put it into the room himself. Rozu wore a confused expression as she looked at his back. “You’re right, it will be easier to watch for any incoming threats if we are boarded together for the time being.” He paused a moment, then turned to face her again. “You are not troubling me at all, please do not think so. I will do my best to be in a better mood.”

Rozu crossed her arms and leaned on the door frame, still looking at Gaara with her brow raised. “If you say so.”

Once the trip had been settled in, it was time to start the first half of the summit. It wasn’t as big a deal as the five Kage summit, just a quarterly check in to discuss inter village planning and other diplomatic nonsense.

Rozu and Kankuro found it as boring as ever. Rozu especially, since most of her job there was to keep alert and keep quiet. Kankuro could chime in ever now and then, being that he had Big Brother privileges. Rozu was just a bodyguard, after all.

However, the particular duties of the Kazekage’s personal bodyguard were a bit different than normal, and required a special skill set.

One of those skills being the ability to read people.

Rozu could tell from the get go that something about Gaara was very, very different. He had been acting weird since the early morning they had departed, throughout the entire train ride to Kumo, then the business with the bed room.

She knew normally Gaara wouldn’t even really care about something like sharing a room, especially since it was with her. He should feel protected, if anything. She always felt how relaxed he was around her.

Except for today.

Rozu sat across from Gaara, her legs crossed one over the other as she observed the board room. She watched his face and body language as he spoke and noticed he tensed up ever so slightly when passing eye contact over her.

Why? she thought, what are you hiding, sand boy?

Gaara met her gaze again as she stared intensely at him. She felt their eyes lock for just a second, but a second was long enough. She flashed him a reassuring smile before she quickly shifted her sitting position with a deliberate switch of one leg over the other. The briefest flash of flesh passed Gaara’s vision as she did so.

Rozu saw the minute shift in body language the moment she did that, and she instantly figured it out.

Gaara was hiding something for sure, and it definitely had to do with her, and she was going to find out one way or another.

#sabaku no gaara #sabaku no rozu #gaara x oc #self insert oc #fan fic #smut #intimate accidents 2 #I’m leaving this on a cliffhanger because I’m an asshole hehe

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