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Hi!😋😎😍😘💕💓💗💖

Welcome to the end of the 2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month. And what a month it was. 😎 Also: bear with me, guys, because this post is going to get LONG.

I hope everyone was happy with the submissions and that all participants enjoyed creating this year. Thank you so much to everyone who participated and liked/reblogged. Don't forget to continue to do so. This pairing deserves all the love.💕

I have definitely enjoyed it as well.

[Note: all you guys who did multiple pieces spanning the whole month are crazy! I love yous lol. 💕 It kind of made this list a bit crazy too lol. (I redid this list a few times and there were definitely almost tears of frustration.. love yous though.) I really DO appreciate each and every submission, no matter how many or few, etc. Every single person who took part, regardless, is a LEGEND. Or a ledgebag, as they say in Irish slang.😘 (I'm not Irish. I'll shut up now).]

Without further ado, here is the master post of the 2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month. PLEASE GIVE YOUR LOVE TO THE PARTICIPANTS. And happy reading, rereading, and enjoying. 💕

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MASTERPOST

umbrasolaris

Day 1: Cinnamon Roll Gaara

Day 2: First Kiss

Day 3: Childhood Crush

Day 4: Medic

Day 5: War!

Day 6: "It's not illegal where I come from."

Day 7: Café AU

Day 8: Pregnancy

Day 9: Song Art

Day 10: Desert

Day 11: BDSM/Kink

Day 12: Enemies to Lovers

Day 13: Inner Shukaku

Day 14 - Fake Dating

Day 15: Modern AU

Day 16: Kazekage

Day 17: Marriage

Day 18: Masquerade

Day 19: Strength and Weakness

Day 20: Chunin Exams

Day 21: Soulmate

Day 22: "Good morning."

Day 23: Family / Domestic

Day 24: Mythology

Day 25: "You smell so good."

Day 26: PTSD

Day 27: Oblivious/Trapped

Day 28: Overprotective

Day 29: Free day (Fluff!)

Day 30: Home

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laceyjane44

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akherontraveler

Days 1 & 2: "BAMF Sakura" & "First Kiss"

Days 3 & 4: "Childhood crush" & "Medic"

Days 5 & 6: "War" & "Forbidden jutsu"

Days 7 & 8: Coffee AU & Long distance relationship

Days 9 & 10: "Song fic art" & "Flowers"

Days 11 & 12: "Tell me what do you want me to do" & "Enemies to friends to (someday) lovers"?

Days 13 & 14: Wet Dream & First Date

Days 15 & 16: "Close your eyes" & "Do you trust me?"

Days 17 & 18: (Anti) Honey Moon & Masquerade

Days 19 & 20 & 21: Forgiveness & Chunnin exams & Soulmate

Days 22 & 23 & 24: Good morning & Family & "I want to eat you"

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nightingaleflow

The "Q" Word Curse

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queenhimarisama

Helping Each Other

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babybinxxx

the living cage

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aristarr

Day 8: Long Distance Relationships

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emmalouisefanfiction

Demon of Desire

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kimazuiiii

Vampire Gaara

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fallen-in-dreams

Morning After

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@umbrasolaris, @laceyjane44, @akherontraveler, @nightingaleflow, @queenhimarisama, @babybinxxx, @aristarr, @emmalouisefanfiction, @kimazuiiii, @fallen-in-dreams.

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#GaaSaku #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #fanfic #master post #masterpost

[gaasaku-fanfests]

HELLO!! 😋😎😍😘💕💓💗💖

The 2023 GaaSaku-Fanfest Month is officially OVER. No more will be reblogged. Turns out the 10 days wasn't needed but hey.😎

Give me a few days and I'll have the submissions collated for a masterpost. Thankyou so much to everyone who participated, liked, and reblogged submissions. See you in a few days.💕

#GaaSaku #mod post #announcement #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month

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Gaasaku fanfest 2023

(My Soulmate AU: Hurtless)

Days 22 & 23 & 24: Good morning & Family & "I want to eat you"

And that's how the youngest of their kids ended up thinking a shapeshifting vampire replaced her dad and tried to kill him with garlic at dinner.

Yeah, late once again and for the last time since, due lo circumstances out of my control I'll be out my city tjis whole week and won't be able to take my computer with me.

So this is the last drawing I'll make for this fanfest (I'm sorry @mika080 I failed you TwT) *sigh* If I only hadn't make all those backgrounds, but I couldn't help it! -w-u

Oh Well, at least I had fun 😊 See ya all next time!

(Note: those fankids don't have names yet, but this won't be the last time I draw them 😉)

Sorry if my english is bad

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: “Good Morning.” #Prompt: Family #Prompt: “I want to eat you.” #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #akherontraveler

[gaasaku-fanfests]

And... we're done.

Hi.😋😎😍😘💕💓💗💖

I'm half a day late but it's all good.😎The month of September is over. This month seems to have flown by and I am very thankful for each and every person who participated.😘

Also:

Don't forget there'll be a 10 day reprieve for posting late. So on the 10th of October (12 pm AEST time, for leeway), I'll no longer be reblogging entries.

No idea what the future holds but right now I'm very happy. Wishing for more GaaSaku and hopefully this month has inspired many people to want to create more.

Lastly:

Thankyou so much to everyone who participated. You all own a little bit of my heart for that.😋😎😍😘💕💓💗💖

#GaaSaku #mod post #announcement #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month

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Home is where the heart is.

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 30: Home

Aaand it is finished!

Thank you so much for this opportunity! GaaSaku is my Naruto OTP, so I'm always happy to share :>

Have a wonderful month!

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: Home #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #umbrasolaris

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Gaasaku Fne Fest 2023

Day 27: Oblivious/Trapped

Short fic under the cut :>

The tunnel opened into a small room after what seemed like ages. The tiny flame on the lamp danced with a sudden breeze, meaning there was another entrance to this place. Big or small, he hoped the air current would be enough to make the air breathable deeper down – after all, more than one careless explorer had succumbed to the rotten fumes of ancient chambers.

The prince sat down to take notes, feeling unprepared. The afternoon curiosity tour had turned into a full-blown underground exploration, and an uncharted one at that. He had no supplies with him, nor any instrument to aid climbing or opening jammed doors; only a messenger bag with scrolls, paper and a handful of prunes.

After scribbling a rudimentary map he noticed a torch nearby, which he lit with the oil lamp. Slowly his eyes could make out the details of the opposite wall. Carvings on the stone, framing what looked like the entrance of a temple. Or a tomb.

With the toxic gas in mind, he got closer to study the marks. They were rudimentary, yet elegant shapes resembling ancient hieroglyphs he had seen before. Immediately he took another paper out, his copy of a particular old scroll from the Royal library, and compared the pictures to the carvings. They matched.

“Sakura.” He said, turning to the lamp. “Come out.”

From the tip emerged a silky, pink strand of smoke, which grew until it formed the shape of a woman. Her features slowly became visible, as she adopted a pose of reverence.

“Yes, master Gaara?”

“Take a look at this.” He pointed to the stone door with the hand that held the lamp. “Do you recognize this language?” Albeit his usual calm and collected manner, there was a hint of emotion in his tone.

The genie tilted her head and glided next to her master. Her finger hovered over the symbols, tracing their shape in the air.

“I think I do…” she squint her eyes “but I can’t remember well.”

“How so?” he demanded.

“I have been asleep for a long time, master.” She was still facing away.

Gaara returned to his library notes, struggling to keep his annoyance from growing. This was a minor obstacle. He knew the genie was of a low rank, according to his father, so it would be a matter of combining her (low rank) magic to his own research. Just a little more work than expected.

He had to cut her some slack, however. The discovery hadn’t been in his plans: it all began as wandering to see what lied beneath the shrine, and the lamp was both to serve as light and aid in case he needed it.

But he seemed to be on the right track.

While her master mumbled theories to himself, Sakura floated around him, waiting for his next order. She rested her cheek on her palm and observed the young prince with mixed feelings.

During their interactions since he awoke her for the first time, Sakura began to discern something underneath the façade of the prince. Behind the stone face was a young man with a big gash on his heart. Prince Gaara did not disclose much about his personal life or thoughts, but Sakura was good at noticing the details. Like the strained relationship with his father, the distance among the royal siblings, the mysteriously missing mother.

Lately, as his investigation advanced, he had started calling for her presence with more frequency. They had discussions about his findings, and many times she offered some detail or point of view which turned out to be useful. She had knowledge of many things, but not everything. A genie was not a god, and she wasn’t a big one herself. There were many limits to her abilities.

“If this is true,” he told her one day in his room’s balcony “we can enhance your power a little more.”

She didn’t really care about that. In the end, it would be an existence of servitude, no matter her rank. But she saw the hope in his jade eyes and felt a tingle of excitement herself. That feeling grew with time, the same as her worries. ‘Feelings’ weren’t something a genie should have.

One day she had to turn away from the prince to hide her blush. They had just translated a particularly difficult glyph, and he congratulated her with a smile. Small for the normal person standards, but huge for someone like Prince Gaara. The surprise had been double, as she was certain that genies had no hearts. Yet she could clearly feel hers beating inside her chest.

As confusing as it was, Sakura chose to ignore this for the time being. Maybe after this archaeological adventure she could suggest a study on genie nature. So, she would let this feeling be. Denying her attraction to the prince would only make it worse.

She sighed.

“Sakura.” Prince Gaara spoke, cutting her stream of thought. He put his notes back in the bag and got up to face her. “Let’s look for more scrolls about the construction of the shrine.”

Sakura nodded and waited, but he didn’t say anything else. For a moment she had hoped he saw her as more than a supernatural companion.

Don’t be stupid. He doesn’t know, and he shouldn’t, either.

As the prince began his trip back to the surface, the genie returned to her cage. There was a lot she needed to think about.

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: Oblivious #Prompt: Trapped #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #fanfiction #drabble #umbrasolaris

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 29: Free day (Fluff!)

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"Gaara."

"No."

"It's just a regular check-up!"

"I don't care."

/angry Sakura noises

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 28: Overprotective

First baby is srs bsnss.

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: Overprotective #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #umbrasolaris

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"I have proof."

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 24: Mythology

Roc.

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: Mythology #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #umbrasolaris

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 17 (yes.): Marriage ♥

Happy forever and ever!

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #Prompt: Marriage #fanart #umbrasolaris

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Nightmares weren't common, but memorable.

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 26: PTSD

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#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: PTSD #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #umbrasolaris

[gaasaku-fanfests]

Gaasaku fanfest 2023

Days 19 & 20 & 21: Forgiveness & Chunnin exams & Soulmate

[Alright guys, my schedule for the rest of the month got suddenly SO MUCH busier, that means I won't have enough free time to make the rest of the drawings on time even if we can post them until October 10

Sooo for this drawing and the next one I'll have to use 3 prompts in a single piece *sigh*]

(My Soulmate AU: Hurtless)

Accepting the fact that he was a human like all the others, after learning that Yashamaru lied and that he did have a soulmate, wasn't easy.

Admitting he couldn't keep living the way he used to wasn't easy either.

And facing Sakura, even after rescuing Rock Lee (the girl’s best male friend) from one of Orochimaru's pawns, was the hardest thing ever.

Or at least it was until some weeks after they let him live in Konoha. Sooner than later, he felt the weight of all those years he wasted bathing in blood.

"I didn't know there could be something better for me out there! I just... I thought...!"

"Yes, you couldn't have known. And that's why you must try to forgive yourself; but now, it's the time to mourn the years you lost"

"No, I have to suck it up! It's the least I can do to atone for being so stupid all this time!"

"No, Gaara. You just tried to find a purpose, and, since the only things surrounding you were death and hatred, that's what you took"

"..."

"Now that you're surrounded by better things you're trying to change in order to not destroy what you take. Someone stupid wouldn't do that"

And for the first time in over 6 years... he cried.

Sorry if my english is bad.

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: Forgiveness #Prompt: Chunin Exam #Prompt: Soulmate #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #drabble #akherontraveler

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Red is the colour of fate.

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 21: Soulmate

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: Soulmate #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #umbrasolaris

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 25: "You smell so good."

(What shampoo do you use, Sakura-chan?)

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#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: “You smell so good.” #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #umbrasolaris

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“Shouldn’t you be in the office, love?”

“Kankuro is taking over for the day.”

Sakura frowned. He wasn’t supposed to cover him when the Kazekage was still in the village. Normally she would have dragged him to work, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

A tiny kick brought her back to reality. She put her hands on her abdomen and smiled.

Right. You’re the first and that’s why daddy is so stubborn, huh?

Sakura hummed and went to get her purse. Before she could reach the door, however, her husband grabbed her coat.

“Where are you going?”

“To buy some mochi?”

“I’ll go.” He replied. “You stay here and rest.”

Without another word, he left. Sakura sighed and went to their room. The baby was due any time now, so all she could do was sit around and wait. A part of her was impatient; another found adorable how Gaara fretted over the smallest thing. Was that his inexperience, or did every new parent turn into a worrywart the first time?

Caressing her belly, she imagined the moment they would meet their child. Her lips curved into a smile again.

He’ll be a good father.

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 23: Family / Domestic

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“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispered into her ear and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. Sakura hugged her pillow a bit more tightly and murmured:

“Just five more minutes…”

Gaara smiled. It was almost a month since they tied the knot and he still couldn’t believe it. It felt dreamlike to have such a peaceful routine after years of insomnia and war. But at the same time, a lot of that struggle had led him to this life, to her.

He gave her another kiss before getting up. Thinking of the days to come by her side, Gaara knew he would do it all over again.

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GaaSaku Fan Fest 2023

Day 22: "Good morning."

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #Prompt: “Good Morning.” #GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month #fanart #drabble #umbrasolaris

[gaasaku-fanfests]

Morning After.

Also on AO3. Pairing: Gaara/Sakura. Summary: After a night of debauchery, he fell asleep with her in his arms, slept tangled with her in the sheets, and woke with a stupid grin on his face. Gaara was not a morning person, but this, he could get used to. Prompt: Day 22 | Morning After Rated: Explicit Words: 4,433. Status: Complete. Author note: A bit late for the day prompt, but it was a last-minute whim of a one-shot. The title's a bit on the nose but honestly, it is the only thing that stuck when I tried to change it. Heads up: the Gaara in here is my version of a cheeky AU Modern Gaara. And to be honest, my favourite version - beating out the canon-divergent AU (canon-like personality) by a smidgeon. So be warned: he's not in character to any level of expectation. Enjoy. ^_^ Tags on AO3: Gaara is Bad at Feelings (Naruto), Denial of Feelings, Gaara is in denial, Out of Character, OOCness, POV Gaara (Naruto), Pillow Talk, Smut, Smut for the sake of smut, but feelings too, Fluff, but it’s the in denial kind, Romance, Romance if you squint, Gaara is a pervert, Sakura is just as horny, Sex Positive, Alcohol references, Mentions of Birth Control, Gaara is a little shit, thoughts of non-consensual somnophilia, Limited Sakura POV, Gaara (Naruto)-centric, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, AU Modern, Modern Era, Cheeky Gaara, Cheeky Sakura.

For GaaSaku-Fanfests Month 2023. @gaasaku-fanfests

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Morning After.

⏰7 A.M.⏰

Hmm. Mmm. Wazza…

Her head was pounding. Her body was unusually warm. And there was an ache between her legs that would’ve set alarm bells blaring had she been aware enough to care. A weight had settled on her but she was too comfortable to shove whatever was cuddling her from her person and instead snuggled into the extraneous heat. Her brain was trying to wake her up.

Noooo. Bad brain. Too comfy. Go back to sleep.

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⏰8.10 A.M.⏰

She was dreaming of flowers and hot red sand melting her juicy, succulent buds. A wave of pleasure wracked her body as she almost started awake; strong arms tied her down and she relaxed into the invasive hold. A strange noise she hadn’t noticed the last time she almost woke up was shrill in her ear. She frowned in her sleep, huffing and wriggling until it stopped.

Uhhh…

Then everything went black and the buds started to bloom.

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⏰9 A.M.⏰

Someone kill that sound. It’s too early. Fuck me.

He groaned, his sleep-hazed mind barely registering the end of his dream. It blurred and zoomed back into focus before he became aware of the warm, feminine curves that were pressed against his side. Their legs were entangled. And his morning wood was achingly tucked between hers. He blinked heavily. Had it been a dream or did he really… His body wasn’t normally this sore after sex. It must’ve been rough…

Need more sleep.

He drifted off with a smirk on his face.

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⏰10.05 A.M.⏰

Sunlight poured in through a nearby window, and when he tried to open his eyes, it felt like he’d fallen asleep with his face planted on the surface of the sun. His eyelids were still too heavy and his body too exhausted.

Fuck this. Fuck the sun. And fuck whoever left the curtains open.

He needed to sleep. His bedmate sighed and he instinctively gripped her tighter, shifting his hips to press himself further into the curve of her. The open window had one silver lining; the cool breeze made it (barely) comfortable enough to spoon. His body ached for more of what it received the night before.

Right after I take another nap.

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⏰11.55 A.M.⏰

Gaara let out a soft gasp as he woke quickly, his eyes opening before he was aware of what he was doing. The clock on the wall told him it was a more reasonable hour to be waking than his last attempts. He sighed and rolled away from the window, even though the sun that had been trying to blind him before had diffused, moving away from the glass panels and fluttering curtains. He’d slept through all four alarms set on his phone, and so had, it appeared, his bedmate. The feminine curves previously pressed against him had extricated themselves from his person and rolled over inelegantly in the opposite direction, though she was clearly still very fast asleep. The sheets had fallen far enough that he got a good view of her arse.

Nice.

Yawning, Gaara wiped the sleep from his eyes as moved to sit against the headboard of the bed, stretching out his aches and pains, very aware of his own nakedness. Now free of the night’s entanglements, he could admire the slender form of the woman he’d slept with. He’d been pining over her for some time (not his wording), trying to worm himself into her life. It wasn’t altruistic or even innocent. He’d wanted to fuck her. But Sakura had a temper to go with her charming personality so once he’d gotten to know her more a niggling voice had begun to form in the back of his head.

“Is this even worth it?”

Then she’d smile at him and yes , he’d decided, she was worth it. He’d learned pretty quickly that she wasn’t the type for a simple tussle in the sheets, so he’d had some serious cajoling to do. Now, of course, his friends’ predictions had come true: he wanted to keep her. The previous night’s activities had solidified it. He hadn’t fucked her. No, it wasn’t as harsh as that. If he didn’t know himself better, Gaara would call it making love .

But he did know himself.

He shifted onto his side, contemplating sliding into a spooning position and attempting to cajole her body into reliving their intimate excursions. It couldn’t hurt to touch her at least, though he was wary of that temper of hers and how she might react if he just started picking up where they left off.

Remembering the first and only slap she once gave him for his inappropriate behaviour, Gaara decided to remain upright and just revel in the memories of what she felt like (not to mention her adorable flirtations the night before) while he waited for her to wake up. His eyes raking in her form, his fingers twitching.

It had all begun with a celebration for their mutual friend; an engagement announcement and a few shots of his favourite alcoholic fruit juice (shōchū) later and Sakura Haruno was putty in his hands. She wasn’t drunk when she shoved her tongue down his throat the first time, claiming she was just so happy for their friends and kissing Gaara was definitely the best way to showcase that. Apparently. She’d started drinking right after that first kiss, but then he’d matched her for every cocktail so he didn’t feel too bad about letting her continue her groping of his person as the night wore on.

And he gave as much as he got.

Gaara remembered, quite vividly, every dirty word she’d whispered into his ear, clearly thinking she needed extra, but salacious, reasoning to get him into bed. Fate , she’d said, had decided . He’d scoffed at that. The fact that they ended up in his hotel room while the party was still raging downstairs, in the newly legal casino, was an inevitability, not fate. They left the Tokyo nightlife behind and partook in each other, instead. Drunk but not sloshed. Buzzed but not inebriated. Yet still so unrestrained and juvenile in their antics that sober would never be a synonym.

The question now was, how much did his little minx remember?

Hands clasped together and cushioning the back of his head, back slouched against the headboard and legs crossed (under the sheets), Gaara watched with both fascination and wariness as Sakura Haruno began twitching. Was she waking up, finally?

She moaned into the other pillow, slumping onto her stomach, uncovering herself completely to his eyes. Before this, the sheet had been tangled around her legs and waist, offering tantalising snippets of her bare arse, but now she was fully on display. Just face down. She seemed very adept at both hogging blankets and giving a good show. He himself still had a modicum of modesty left.

For now.

Perhaps out of respect but more likely out of concern about being caught staring if she were to wake suddenly, Gaara tried in vain to ignore the sway of her bum as she groaned. It reminded him of her playful side from the night before. She was both a tease and sexually dominant once she got going. A flushed Sakura wiggling her bum at him was ingrained in his memory for all time. Part of him wanted to lean over and poke her. She’d likely give him another slap if he tried that, though.

The wiggling stopped, another groan; Sakura seemed to be coming to with her face planted in the pillow. But when she rolled onto her side it was to face away from him. Her arms stretched over the left side of the bed, pushing her body closer to him.

“Hm.”

Her voice was soft and mildly hoarse; he guessed from all the crooning and screaming of his name she’d done hours earlier. Gaara couldn’t help but grin as she started suddenly and fumbled her way into a semi-seated position.

“Huh?”

He waited. Eventually, she looked over at him, her green eyes widening as they found his.

“G-Gaara?”

She looked confused. There was no hours-long remembrance of sexual misconduct realisation on her face. No knowing glint in her eye because of what they’d done and how eager she’d been. Granted, his own memory was a little fuzzy on some details, but her confusion implied she was drawing a complete and total blank.

“You don’t remember last night?” He asked.

Sakura pulled away quickly. “Huh?” Her voice was high-pitched. “What the hell ?”

He watched her closely as her expression turned from confusion to ire rather quickly, wondering if she was debating on slapping him again. She sat up straight quickly, then groaned, grasping her head with her hands, clearly ignorant of her nakedness. Not one to ignore an opportunity, Gaara smiled as his eyes raked the full length of her bare body. Everything was exactly as he remembered.

“How much did I drink last night?” She moaned.

“No more than I did.”

He shifted his bum on the bed, tugging on the edge of the sheets as if to remind the pinkette that they were both very naked. She didn’t seem to notice at first but then a flush of red spread over her face and neck, she let out a weird “eep” and then pulled both sheets up to cover her breasts. Unfortunately for her, that left him exposed. She turned her eyes away when she realised, the flush on her face and neck darkening against her fair skin.

Well, she wasn’t trying to slap him so Gaara decided to use the same tactic he’d employed the night before.

“I’ve already seen everything you have, love,” he purred.

His body hummed with appreciation; the breeze from the open window did nothing to tamp down the heat building in his core. He trailed a hand up her arm and was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t pull away. She kept her face hidden in her hands and a scrunched-up section of the sheets, fisted in her hands as he became more adventurous. He turned to face her better, tracing his fingers along her sides, spurred on by her shiver as she continued to let him touch her. She stiffened when his hand found her hip and then splayed his fingers over her lower abdomen. Drawing circles on her skin with this thumb, he returned her stare as she regarded him warily, the corner of her eye twitching. On the plus side, her grip on the sheets loosened.

Emboldened, Gaara smirked at her, still stroking her gently. “What? Turnabout’s fair. My turn to come onto you this time.”

“You came onto me last night,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“No. You came onto me, first.”

“I did not ,” she snapped.

“You did so.”

“Did not!”

He gave her a condescending look.

“I didn’t.” She sounded less sure this time.

Sakura turned away from him and closed her eyes like she was trying to dig deep into her memories to find something buried and vague but palpable. He watched as she scrunched up her face in concentration before letting out a huff and opening her eyes again. She looked defeated.

“So, was it good for you too?”

Okay, that wasn’t conducive to his desire to get her underneath him again but her reaction was funny. She snarled and tugged harder on the sheets. She seemed too angry to speak. Gaara laughed. Okay, he was done teasing.

“I’m joking. Well, kind of. It really was good for me.”

She sighed releasing her death grip on the sheets. “Don’t you get tired of being such a dick all the time?”

He shrugged. “Depends on what I’m doing with it.”

She didn’t rise to the bait this time. Disappointing. Instead, Sakura shoved the sheets toward him while trying to maintain her dignity. He didn’t help, lifting his knees and letting the linen fall back onto the bed. She glared at him. For all her indignation, he wondered why she wasn’t trying to leave .

Gaara decided that Sakura wanted to be in bed but stopped himself from saying it out loud.

“Okay,” she said softly, more to herself than to her new lover. “I can be mature about this.”

She was psyching herself up for something, inhaling deeply through her nose then letting the breath slowly through the same cavity. Her mouth was a little too busy pressing into a thin line to be helpful. But on the plus side, all her frustration seemed to have floated away on a cloud of rainbows by the time she opened her mouth to speak again.

“Last night was–”

“Amazing,” he interrupted.

She rolled her eyes. “I mean–”

“So, bad then?”

Sakura flushed. “No! I–”

“Loved every minute and want to do it all over again?”

He really should have stopped trying to annoy her but she was so cute, flustered. However, she didn’t get riled up again and instead, the corner of her mouth twitched in what could only be called amusement.

“Were you going to say something different?” He fake-pouted. “Because if so, then I–”

“It was, uh… lovely?”

Lovely ? Just lovely ? Even if she didn’t remember every sordid moment of the most exquisitely delicious sex he’d ever had, the least she could do was be polite about it. Not shatter his manhood. It was his turn to frown in annoyance. He grabbed the pillow from behind his back and hit her in the shoulder with it. Not too hard but not gentle either.

Just the way I like it.

Ignoring their nakedness ( when had she stopped caring about that? ), Sakura let the sheets fall from her hands, turned to grasp the only other pillow on the bed and (with both hands) slapped him upside the head with it.

She’s back to slapping again.

But this version was enjoyable.

He returned her challenging grin and pounced. Sakura giggled as she threw her hands up to ward him off. He came at her with his pillow and she tried to slap him again. He got her on the arm again then grabbed her pillow with his free hand, pulling her upwards and toward him so he could hit her on the bum. She wrenched her weapon from him and giggled again as they exchanged blows with pillows again. He found himself laughing out loud and almost fell over when Sakura tried to push him. On her knees, she was fully exposed and his body hummed as he used the momentum of her attack to get a peek under the flailing pillows. Between her legs, up and down her body… those tits.

He groaned, feeling himself hardening with every second. Gaara grabbed both their pillows and shoved at Sakura, pushing her onto her back, and straddling her. He had no idea what this was supposed to be, between the giggling, heavy breathing, the mutual shit-eating grins and her sudden change in demeanour.

But I like it.

The wild, irrepressible sex kitten from the night before was making herself known.

Gaara found himself, quite suddenly, looking down at the flustered woman, his knee between her legs, their breaths intermingling, their lips less than an inch apart. Heavy breathing, parted lips, dry mouth; yes, it seemed like she was as attracted to him as he was to her. Last night had not been an accident.

He lowered his forehead to her as they stared wide-eyed at each other. The throbbing pain between his legs was demanding attention and Gaara didn’t want to disappoint his favourite part of his anatomy. But… Sakura returning his attraction was not permission. He waited, licking his lips and swallowing hard.

She said nothing, her body trembling like she was still trying to grasp what had happened.

We partook in the rather childish antics of a pillow fight then I won by pinning you to the bed and now we’re so close I could just… slide right inside of you, if I were so inclined.

Oh, he was definitely inclined. But how to move things along?

Gaara sighed, his eyes darting to the side as he contemplated this. Moving quickly, Sakura took advantage of his hesitation and pushed at him. She yanked on him, using the pillows squashed between their chests for leverage, to get him flat on his back. He didn’t fight her, eager to see what she was planning to do with this faux position of power.

He just raised an eyebrow at her, smirking again.

“It’s my turn on top,” she said.

“To do what?” His voice was croaky. He sensed this was a do or don’t moment between them.

Sakura lowered her face to his, the pillows on his chest the only barricade to her going any further. She was straddling him, breathing heavily and clearly as aroused as he was. Her lower half pressed against his. He groaned as she shifted her pelvis… likely on purpose, the fucking minx.

She pulled back, leaving the pillows on his chest and flushing with clear excitement as she left herself uncovered for his perusal. “Your move, Sabaku.”

Cheeky woman.

His eyes inevitably dropped from hers, soaking in the familiar sight of her bare breasts. He remembered cupping them on more than one occasion the night before, pleasantly surprised by how well they fit in his hands. How quickly and easily the nipples hardened under his teasing. Perky and pointy , if memory served, were his slightly inebriated thoughts at the time.

Slowly, as if he were afraid of startling a wild animal, Gaara removed pillows as a barrier to her. Then he slipped his right arm under her armpit to pull her down far enough to capture her left breast in his mouth. The nipple pebbled between his lips. Sakura moaned, wriggling her bum against him and pushing her chest further into his face.

“Gaara…”

Her voice was honeysuckle and sultry. After a minute, he switched to the other breast and she half-slumped, her body shuddering. It might’ve also had something to do with the delicious friction building between their legs.

“Hm.”Sakura let out weird noise after nonsensical word as she unconsciously ground against his erection. She was already so slick and primed to go.

He hissed at the strained stiffness she was grinding over and murmured, “fuck, yes,” against her pert nipple.

Uncertainty seemed to have returned her, however, and she let out a frustrated sigh before pulling away from him, her legs remaining blissfully in place even as she stopped moving her hips. It was a disappointing turn of events, but he took the opportunity to move his hands to cup her breasts, thumbs tracing circles over both areola. She closed her eyes. Whatever reservations she’d had a moment ago did not extend to this at least, or so it seemed.

Sakura only allowed him a few more moments of this before grabbing his wrists and pushing his arms away. He groaned and a light smirk played at the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t address his frustration. When he let his arms slack under her grip, she released him. He didn’t dare return to her breasts for fear of retaliation, though he so wanted to, and instead rested his hands on her hips.

They stared at each other, silently. So much of this interaction had been silent. Or at least, without words.

He reached up and stroked the side of her face. “You really can’t remember last night?”

She hadn’t been drunk, right? No, she had been. Well, as much as he’d been drunk. And she had a reputation for drinking others under the table. The previous night hadn’t seemed any different as her equilibrium had been tested to its limits but she’d definitely been a more than capable lover the night before. He’d always known she was feisty but, for some reason, Gaara had gotten it into his head, in all the time he’d known her, that she’d be more submissive in bed. Her morning-after, domineering personality seemed to match the confident, beautiful woman who’d sucked him off so casually in an alcove mere meters from where their friends were still partying before suggesting they take “this fun” upstairs to his hotel room.

I’m loving every facet of her.

Gaara watched her face morph from intense scrutiny of his person to startled coyness and felt himself growling again, in realisation. “You minx! You remember!”

Unable to keep a straight face any longer, Sakura burst out laughing, falling forward to bury her laughter into the crook of his neck. The vibrations of her body against his were welcomed, but not the focus of his attention right now.

Right up until the moment the damn broke she’d been a really good actress. Gaara was both impressed and annoyed by how thorough this deception was. She continued to laugh, albeit softer, into his neck.

“You were already awake when I woke, weren’t you?” he asked softly. Dangerously.

“No,” she said weakly, letting out a soft hiccup as the last of the bulk of her laughter.

“I don’t believe you.”

Sakura sat up quickly, almost knocking the wind out of him. The look on her face was one of mock terror, ruined a second later as she started giggling again. But before he could properly admonish her, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his softly, pressing their mouths deeper immediately. He blinked and she was gone, sliding off him and lying back on her side of the bed. She looked much happier now though. It deflated his indignation.

“I really didn’t remember,” she said after a moment. He hummed and closed his eyes. “It was fuzzy until you groped me. Things slowly started coming back after that.”

He grinned but didn’t reply, self-satisfied.

A minute later, Sakura rolled over to face him and tentatively tapped her fingers along his chest. “Are you still very, very tired?”

They weren’t going to talk about how they ended up in bed together, it seemed. He glanced at her and turned to face her. His hand danced along her hip.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether or not that was your attempt at seduction.”

She snorted, obviously now remembering her bumbling efforts the night before. “Last night was amazing,” she said seriously. “I’m not sorry I seduced your sorry arse.”

He smiled lightly.

They stared at each other silently. This could be the beginning of something truly amazing if he didn’t screw it up. She blinked owlishly at him. Was that permission?

Ah, screw it.

Gaara flipped Sakura onto her back and wedged his knee between her legs again. She laughed in delight, the grin on her face was challenging as she smirked up at him. Not waiting for further approval, he slid his hand down her body, rubbing between her thighs, finding that sweet nub and pressing gently against it. He knew from last night that she didn’t like it too hard there; he swallowed her moans with his mouth, nipping her bottom lip to demand entrance. Between his stimulation and the friction at the apex of their thighs, Sakura very quickly began writhing in blissful agony beneath him. She eagerly latched onto his hip with her leg, begging him without words to just bury himself between her thighs already.

Obeying the silent, almost-command he grasped himself, pumped a few times, and rubbed the end of his length against her folds. Sakura was panting and gasping, having broken their kiss.

“Fuck me,” she said, having found her voice. “Now, please!”

Gaara grinned and returned to kissing her as he tucked himself snugly in the gap between her thighs. More teasing. More anticipation. She was wet and sticky and beyond ready for him. It was enough lubrication for him to slide right into her. He had not been expecting that giggle-moan from her as he started moving immediately, pushing and pulling against her, inside her.

“Gaara…”

His name her sultry lips spurred him on, and he thrust faster into her trembling body. The rest of the world disappeared. His rhythm was demanding and coaxing. He wanted her to scream underneath him. To shriek and squawk and make all manner of nonsensical noises because the feel of him moving inside of her was really that powerful. Call him an egotist but when she was too fucked to even articulate his name or the name of whatever kami she believed in, that was when he knew nobody would ever compare to him. Ever again. The thought of her wanting anyone else was too much. He had to show her that this was it for her. With him.

She cried and moaned, holding him tightly as she tried desperately to move with his thrusts. His movements were too erratic by the time she managed some kind of success and Sakura fell into the abyss that was Gaara Sabaku, once again.

His arms were like jelly, his body shaking with the effort of remaining taut above her. The bed groaned beneath them. And eventually, something had to give.

Gods, fuck.

His body was on fire. She felt so god damned fucking good clutching and spasming around him. He was distantly aware that Sakura hadn’t been the only one making nonsensical noises when he felt his end fast approaching. If he’d had the mind to count, Gaara would’ve lost count of how many times she came around him.

I’m done.

Feeling confident in his memory of Sakura claiming to have a birth control implant (she called it Eton… something) Gaara shuddered one last time, emptying himself inside of her. The energy damn broke and he was suddenly very exhausted.

Happy but exhausted.

He stayed on top of her as Sakura kept her legs locked around his waist. She seemed unwilling to let him go. But eventually, she released him and Gaara tried to roll of without bumbling, he really did. But he was like a rubber chicken. He flopped and went limp, having to unwrap her right leg from his after he’d fallen onto his back.

Sakura didn’t laugh at him but couldn’t hide her smirk. Maybe she hadn’t caught her breath yet. Yeah, maybe. He wanted to cuddle. Gods, he wanted to hold her and never let her go. He wasn’t going to admit these things out loud though.

I need to sort myself out.

Oblivious to his internal struggle, Sakura glanced over at him, still smirking. “We should meet like this more often, Mr Sabaku.”

She burst out laughing again and after a moment’s hesitation, he joined her.

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