Ambushed

Title: Ambushed

Author: SuperHyperCrazyPerson

Disclaimer: Naruto doesn’t belong to me, if it did we’d see lots of GaaraxTemari implications (which would then move onto mindless screwing) So, until you see that on Naruto, I claim to have no association with any of the characters featured on Naruto. Don’t sue me. Please.

Summary: Following my theme of Smex on the bed is so clichéd, I wrote about smex in a closet. Oh! What joy!

Author’s notes: I’m feeling a little guilty that I’ve wasted my holidays, so to make up for that guilt I wrote this. Just so I can say that I at least did something. Wow! 3 chapters in one week. I’ve been looking at too much smut :D

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Temari was walking along the hallway, humming a tuneless song, when she was pulled into a room, her breath stolen from her. She realized she was pressed against the door to the janitor’s closet, with Gaara groping her ass.

Holding her immobile with his weight against the door he pulled her precious fan from behind her back, and placed it next to the little sink before he ran his hand up her arms and tugged her dress down letting it fall ungraciously, and unclasping her bra, her breasts to his heated gaze. Cupping her breasts, he lifted them kneading them softly before rolling her nipples between his fingers. "Perfect. Gorgeous. Mine." Tugging again on her nipples, Gaara swept his tongue across her lips before he sucked her lower lip into his mouth.

After a few minutes, Temari broke the kiss to catch her breath, dropping her head back to the door. Gaara slid his hands to her waist and shifted his attention to her throat, exposed as if she were offering it to him. Removing the forehead protector from around her neck, he gazed at the mark he’d left the previous time. Sucking harder, he planned on leaving his mark on her again. Finally lifting his head, he looked at the faint purple hickey which was beginning to form and smiled faintly. That would do, for now.

He tugged Temari’s lacy black underwear down her thighs, but left the fishnet covering her thigh and calf. It dropped ungraciously onto the ground beneath them. “No, none of that now” Gaara said and decided not to penetrate her now, but to tease her for a bit.

He replaced his cock with his fingers, gently parting the lips of her pussy and touching the pearl that lay hidden there. He knew the clit was extremely sensitive – sometimes to the point of pain if directly touched. When he came into contact with this part of his sister, she bucked her hips against his hand and cried out in the most beautifully erotic moan he’d ever heard. He felt a slick substance there, and swirled it around her skin. Exploring further, he slipped his middle finger inside her just an inch or so, marveling at how wet she was and even more astonished that he’d caused it.

Gaara roughly unbuttoned, and removed his pants, rubbed himself against her soft downy curls, spreading her warm wetness. He loved the way she felt, so soft and warm. He could stay there between her legs for days.

Temari gasped audibly, when she felt him, hot and hard against her and unconsciously thrust her hips against him.

Surprising her, Gaara thrust into her burning interior, the heat and muscles convulsing around him almost unbearable. Gaara stopped moving, giving Temari time to adjust to his size and, he angled himself so that his dick rubbed against that little spot that seemed to cause women so much pleasure. Temari hissed when she brushed against her sweet spot, and began shallowly thrusting against him.

Gaara moaned and he began moving in and out of her pussy. Temari was slamming her hips up to meet his thrusts, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and bring his head down for a kiss. Temari bucked back and came moving her legs to wrap around his hips.

He continued to thrust as he felt the ripples of her climax around him. With three more deep strokes, Gaara shuddered and sighed, releasing his seed into her body.

Her hands, hot, demanding and urgent tugging his fishnet shirt over his head. She stroked his chest, possessively claiming him for her own

"Perfect. Gorgeous. Mine." Her words echoed his.

Meeting his eyes briefly, Temari dropped to her knees. Taking his semi-erect and sticky cock in her hand, she looked up at him again before taking him into her mouth. Bobbing her head up and down, Temari sucked voraciously before using her teeth to scrape gently across the tip. Within minutes, Gaara felt himself once again close to exploding.

Reaching down, Gaara pulled Temari up meeting her eyes briefly before closing them and pressing his lips to hers. Kissing her hungrily, he walked her backward. As Gaara slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips. Surging forward, he slid inside her and began to move. Temari met his hard driving rhythm with a selfish violence immune to reason, frantic and panting. Inflamed and overwrought she abruptly bit his neck. Grunting in pain, he resisted the urge to bite back, unsure if he would be able to control his demon impulses if he did was so hot, tight and wet around him that Gaara gritted his teeth trying to control himself and hold back. Kissing her again, he thrust his tongue into her mouth matching the rhythm of his hips as he thrust inside her.
He wanted this to last and long as possible until he finally lost his mind and just slammed into his lover’s small body until they both collapsed from exhaustion.
"Yesssss..." Temari pushed against her brother's thrusts with one of her own each time, moaning until she ran out of breath and her voice gave out. The young one felt herself hanging even farther over the edge. Her eyes were glazed and her body burning up.

Gaara bit his lip to stifle his scream as those walls closed all around his member, squeezing and convulsing. With a buck of his hips, he came into Temari’s tight heat.

Gaara just moaned into Temari's neck and pulled his flaccid member out. "I didn't injure you, did I?"
Temari feebly shook her head, trying frantically to catch her breath. "I'm okay..."
Gaara sarcastically thought: Of course Temari was okay! She was just only screwed senseless against the door of a janitor’s closet.

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