Six Hits Of Heroin

Six Hits of Heroin

By: Lynn-sama

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything, not making any money off of this so please don’t sue

Author Notes: Six shorts involving TemariXGaara. I wanted to do so many things with them I couldn’t decide how to put it into one fic so I just made shorts XD They kind of flow together on the same time line but I don’t think its necessary to read them in order per say.

Gaara and Temari are rather OOC but I don’t think it can be helped in this case. Gaara just doesn’t submit easily XD

Warning: This series explores the idea of female domination with Temari and Gaara. There might be some things in it that make you squirm. Every chapter is labeled with the sexual deviance and the level of sex/erotic material that appears in the chapter. If something offends you or you think it might be above you ability to handle, then don’t read. Go elsewhere, you have been warned.


II. Cross-dressing/Exhibition -Lime

Gaara glared at himself in the mirror, watching his sister move around behind him in the tiny dressing room. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

When Temari had laid out the feminine clothing on the bed this morning and told him that would be his clothing for the day he had balked and almost darted from the room in a panicked state.

However his sister had grabbed him by the ear and yanked him back, not allowing him to escape her. Not that he would have ever had a chance to escape her; if he did his punishment would have been horrendous.

Temari had of course forced his quivering limbs into the clothing and painted his face so perfect that even he hadn’t been able to look away from his own reflection for several minutes.

He couldn’t really figure out how she had gotten him away from the mirror and how he had ended up nervously trailing his sister down the streets of Suna dressed as a rather exotic red headed female. That part seemed kind of hazy in his mind but he supposed it didn’t matter .The point was now he was here, in a store, half naked in a dressing room with a pile of clothing waiting to be put on and an eager attendant hanging outside the curtain.

“Don’t squirm,” Temari demanded behind him, grabbing the pale naked male’s shoulder to hold him in place. Gaara’s brow knitted and he tried to shrug the woman’s hand off, hissing under his breath in protest. He wanted nothing to do with her sick little outing!

Growling, Temari shoved the redhead forward, cracking his forehead against the mirror causing Gaara to wince at the feeling before starting to struggle against the blonde violently, jostling them both in the small space.

“Do you need another spanking little brother? To remind you just who is in charge here?”

“Is everything ok in there?” The nervous voice of the attendant woman kept Gaara from having to reply as he went limp under her hands. He didn’t say anything in return. Frankly his behind was sore enough from being mouthy the day before so struggling or speaking right now was obviously not wise when Temari was in one of her vicious moods.

“Everything is fine, we’ll be out in a moment,” Temari called back to the woman, her eyes narrowed as she stared at her brother, before turning away to retrieve something from the pile of clothes she had brought in for him. Even though he was submitting to her now, he couldn’t keep the disgusted look off of his face when she held up a painfully small pair of lacey panties and she smirked at the look he made.

“You can’t be serious,” The words slipped out before he could stop them and he snapped his mouth shut right after, pressing his lips together tightly.

Yet she didn’t reprimand him and when the red head finally got up the nerve to look at his sister again, she was smirking. That of course only made him even more uncomfortable than before.

“Put these on,” She handed him the little pink black horror that made Gaara want to crawl under his bed and hide for a week.

Gingerly he reached out to take the panties from the blonde between his thumb and forefinger. They looked like something a prostitute would wear, the thought causing his cheeks to flush. Did Temari think of him as some kind of dirty whore?

The thoughts continued to run rampant through his head as he struggled to balance himself, sliding the panties over one slim leg and then the other. When he got them over his hips he was horribly dismayed to find how badly they bulged out. It was embarrassing as hell and he felt like an idiot, especially when he caught Temari eyeing him and smirking even harder than before.

He nearly yelped and he did jump when the blonde surged forward, pinning him against the wall of the changing room, her hand cupping him through the soft material. His sister’s fingers were squeezing around him and caressing him, making his eyes roll back slightly in his head. Although he wouldn’t have called himself a sex fiend, he was a human and a man at that. Only a fool wouldn’t have been aroused by his sister’s nimble talented fingers.

“Do you know how amazingly sexy you look right now?” Her husky voice purred in his ear causing the red head to shiver against her, his fingers clutching to her shirt despite himself as she stroked his cock through the silky material.

He couldn’t help it, Temari always made him feel so helpless and small in her arms. It was sick and he loved it.

“N-no….” He managed to reply after a moment, lifting his hips just slightly towards her hand. He wanted her to touch him, wanted something that she had been denying him for a long time now.

“No what?”

“No mistress…” Gaara moaned softly under his breath. His cock was hard now, the tip pushing out from the waist line of the panties and making them even tighter than they were before. Shifting he tried to reach down to pull the offending material down and out of the way but Temari caught his hand and swatted it away despite the low protest he made in the back of his throat.

“Now this,” She pulled away from him, letting her brother slump against the wall, flushed and panting to pick up a sundress from the rack behind her.

Gaara wanted to cry. He wanted to do anything other than put on that girlish sundress in the others hands. His cock was hard, it hurt and he wanted release now.

“Please….” He whined, shooting her a helpless look, his hands clenching as he bit his lip at the sensation of being so close to having what he wanted and yet being so far away all at the same time.

“Hands in the air little brother,” Temari was giving him that smirk again and Gaara’s stomach sank, knowing that meant he wouldn’t be allowed release any time soon. Not until she was done playing whatever little game she was playing with him.

Resigned to his fate, he lifted his hands in the air, allowing her to slide the dress over his head. The kazekage squirmed as he felt her hands smoothing down the sides of the dress and he couldn’t help but try to shove himself further into her arms, wanting more of the sexual attention she had favored him with before.

Temari though wasn’t interested in what he wanted as she zipped the zipper and reached past him to yank open the curtain. Gaara suddenly whirled around, facing Temari, the shock and embarrassment clear on his face.

“Turn around little sister, let the nice lady see,” Temari’s voice was oh so smug and Gaara felt his face pale at the prospect of showing someone anything. Nervously he turned, half way, glancing at the woman from the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry, my sister is so shy.”

“Oh that’s quiet alright, she’s very lovely, just like her big sister,” The young girll gushed in a sick attempt of flattery, obviously trying to work her commission out of the pair. “That dress looks perfect on you dear.”

“Well, I think there’s a slight problem,” Temari’s face was fixed in a serious, yet innocent face and Gaara felt his blood run cold when he saw that look. “I don’t think the panties we picked out were the right size, could you take a look and see what you think?”

Gaara’s head fell back into Temari’s shoulder and a strangled gasp escaped his mouth when his sister grasped him around the waist and yanked up the bottom of the sundress, dragging it over his still painfully aroused cock. A squeak of surprise came from the girl across from them as her eyes landed on him as she came to grasp with the fact that the elder woman’s ‘little sister’ was no girl at all.

“It looks a little tight, don’t you think so?” Temari reached down, her hand cupping the trembling red head. Gaara’s eyes squeezed shut and a tortured whimper fell from his lips. “Here, it’s very tight”

“A-ah…..” The girl licked her lips and tried to look away, her cheeks the color of ripe cherries. “I…..I don’t think…”

“No? You don’t think this looks a little small? Don’t you think it feels tight little sister?”

“Unh…..” Gaara tried to form a coherent sentence but he was nearly drowning in embarrassment, shame and arousal all at once and he couldn’t seem to remember how to make his brain work.

“I think it’s very tight here,” The blonde’s eyes caught with the sales woman, looking very sly as if to say ‘don’t you like what you see?’

The girl swallowed, her shoulders shaking slightly as she watched Temari make a pointing motion with her hand to the young male’s crotch, causing the sale’s girl’s eyes to fall straight down onto the aroused area. Her cheeks flushed as Temari squeezed the bulge in the straining panties.

“You do think they’re small don’t you little sister?”

“Nh!”

“I don’t understand that, you’re going to have to be more articulate.”

“T-they are…!”

“They are what?” Temari frowned as she let a finger trail over the tip that was already straining out over the waistline of the dark undergarments.

“Too tight! Please!” The words flew out as he desperately tried to lean into her hand. His head lifted slightly and his eyes caught on those of the sales woman who was staring at him like he was a piece of delicious meat on display in a butcher shop. The boy’s cheeks turned violent red and he turned his head to hide his face against his sister’s shoulder in utter humiliation at being watched by a total stranger when he was in such a state.

Temari grasped the outline of his cock tightly in her skilled hand and was stroking him through the material now. Gaara was trying to hold back his moans as his hips jerked under her hand. Temari hadn’t allowed him pleasure in so long, he couldn’t hold it, it was just too much.

With a strangled noise, his head slammed back into his elder sister’s shoulder and his body tightened and spasmed with release. His essence shot out onto the fabric of the dress and dribbled down the front of the black panties until he fell limp against the blonde, whom caught his sagging body effortlessly.

For a moment there was dead silence and nothing could be heard but Gaara’s shallow panting as he tried to collect himself from his natural high.

“I’m sorry….I think you’re going to have to buy those now….” The sale’s girl sounded strained as she tried to force her eyes back up to meet Temari’s. She only smirked in response.

Gaara, had never been so embarrassed in all his live.