You were making your way through the marketplace to collect the necessary groceries you would need for the next week. Your (h/c) hair was done up in a messy bun and your clothes were less than flattering.
Once you'd gathered everything you needed, you began your walk home. You hummed to yourself as you walked. Suddenly you got the feeling like someone was watching you.
Your hands began to shake and your knees grew weak. Your heart raced and you had to stop in order to calm yourself down.
You looked over your shoulder but no one suspicious was there. You took a few deep breaths and then force yourself to continue home.
You made the final turn into the alleyway that led to your house. Suddenly the panic hit again. This time it was strong enough to cause you to drop your groceries. You fell to your knees and your whole body trembled as tears poured down your cheeks.
"No... not now..."
Voices started speaking to you. "You're going to die."
"No one cares about you."
"You're a freak."
You put your hands over your ears. "Shut up!" You rock yourself back and forth in an effort to comfort yourself.
A hand on your shoulder startled you and you spun around, fully intent on defending yourself. But, instead of hitting someone's face, you hit sand.
Your panic was only added to when you realized that it was the Kazekage. You fell to the ground, placing your forehead to the dirt. "Forgive me, Lord Kazekage!" Your whole body was still trembling as you began to bawl again.
"Do I terrify you?"
"Then look at me." His voice was kind but firm.
It took all of your strength, but you did as he asked.
"What are you afraid of?"
You wanted to answer, but you were unable to calm yourself enough to do so.
Without warning, the Kazekage formed a protective ball of sand around you and carried you away. When the sand shield was removed, you saw that you were in a living room and the Kazekage was sitting beside you on the couch.
"You are safe here. I promise, no harm will come to you."
You were finally calm enough to talk. "I'm sorry, Lord Kazekage... I... I suffer from... panic attacks..."
He shifted to face you a bit more and looked at you intensely. "Are they always that bad?"
Your hands still shook as you nodded. "It seems that no matter what I do, I can't get them to go away."
You stood up to leave. "Forgive me, Lord Kazekage, but I should be getting home."
He gently grabbed your hand. "I may have a solution... but it's a bit inappropriate."
You looked at the Kazekage and saw a blush on his cheeks. What could cause such a reaction from him?
"What did you have in mind, Lord Kazekage?" You asked as you sat back down on the couch.
"Please, call me Gaara. And I was thinking that maybe a kiss would work." His cheeks turning a darker shade of red.
You felt heat fill your own cheeks. "Why do you think that?" You asked innocently.
"Tamari can't seem to think about anything else after Shikamaru kisses her..."
"I guess that makes sense."
Gaara cupped the side of your face and tilted it towards his. "May I?"
Your (e/c) eyes locked with his jade ones and you nodded.
Gaara pressed his lips against yours. Your whole body heats up and all you can think about is how his lips feel on yours.
Gaara ended the kiss and gazed into your eyes waiting for you to say something.
Instead of saying something, you kissed him again. Heat flooded your body and the anxiety fled.
Gaara was stuff at first but then he quickly returned your affections and cupped the side of your face once again.
You put your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. Gaara returned the passion and gently guided you backward until he was on top of you.
You wove your fingers through his hair as your lips danced with him more intensely.
Gaara traced the side of your face with his fingers and worked his way down your neck until he reached your bust. He cautiously allowed his hand to rest there.
You let out a soft moan and firmly placed your hand on his, making him massage your breast. It was working. Your anxiety was nowhere in your mind. You didn't want this to stop now. Your body was craving more and you saw no reason to deny it.
Gaara took your hint and became more passionate. It was only a matter of a few moments before you were down to your bra and panties and he was in just his boxers. You pulled at his waistband but Gaara stopped you.
"Are you sure you want to go that far?"
You nod. "You're the first person to chase away my panic. And, if I'm honest... I've always had a bit of a crush on you..."
"Alright then." Gaara removed the last of the clothing that was in the way.
You blush and hide a bit. Gaara showers you with kisses until you relax, then he gently pushes your legs open and thrusts gently into you.
You flinch at the pain.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
You nod but then the pain subsides. "But, it's okay now."
"Good." He sighs in relief. He kisses your neck and begins moving.
Your whole body burns with pleasure as the friction picks up. You moan and place your hands on Gaara's shoulders. The only thing you can think about is the bliss that you were feeling. With each thrust Gaara gives, you go higher on this ride.
Gaara places his lips on yours and it only intensifies the passion in the dance you two are sharing.
The pleasure builds and builds until you can't take it anymore and waves of ecstasy crash down on you. The overwhelming sensation causes you to cry out Gaara's name. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as he experiences his own release.
The two of you remained still as you both tried to catch your breath.
"(Y/N)... will you be my girl?"
"Yes, Gaara. I would love that."
YOU ARE READING
As the title says. Although I have written stories with lemon in them, this is my first lemon strictly for it's own sake. please let me know what you think. I do take requests :D