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Shinobi always encounter bad situations on their missions. Especially on undercover missions. Kakashi experienced his fair share of them, and was fairly sure that nothing could really faze him anymore.
Until he was trapped in a closet with his partner for the mission.
~ X ~
Hey there! :D
Sorry for the longer hiatus on my part. There was a lot going on for me in my RL, and I fell a bit into a slump when it came to writing fanfic. I hoped I could break that dry spell with some good ol' smut, and here we are! :D Hopefully you guys like it! I wanted to try my hands at a trope. Thank you all for your patience and I really hope you guys will like it!
~ X ~
Honestly, Kakashi had been in worse situations. Life as a shinobi demanded uncomfortable and sometimes even downright horrible situations to be used to hide away. Once, he had to hide beneath a pile of corpses, just to escape a group of vicious S-ranked shinobi gone rogue who had killed his entire Anbu-squad.
He had been 13, and reeked of blood and ash when he returned to Konoha. He still fulfilled his task, of course, it just took longer: the killing as well as scrubbing himself clean afterwards, as blood and the scent of death had sunken into every crevice of his clothing, body and hair. The nightmares of that mission still haunted him in his especially bad nights.
The point was, he knew how truly horrible situations felt like. And this was definitely not a horrible situation to be stuck in. On the contrary, Kakashi would even argue that it was a wonderful situation; one he maybe had already imagined in the depth of the night, when he couldn’t sleep and his Icha-Icha-books weren’t enough to keep his mind occupied.
Hiding away in a wardrobe. Fine, not out of the ordinary. Hiding away with someone else in a narrow and dark place? Definitely something worth remembering. But hiding away with you, his nose basically buried in your hair, your entire backside molded to his front, while outside, the blissfully unaware targets of your mission wandered past without suspecting a thing?
Really, in comparison to other hiding places, this one was heaven.
The mission was supposed to be easy. Easy enough for two jonin, at least. Infiltrate the huge mansion of the target, who was under suspicion of conspiring against the Fire Lord and Konohagakure alike, investigate him, and leave again without being noticed. Really, for two seasoned shinobi, this was child’s play.
Unfortunately, nobody told the target.
Kakashi would have believed the young and dumb man was a criminal mastermind, if not for the fact that he had spoken with him personally, always in the disguise of Sukea, the wandering photographer, who now tried his hands at capturing the sight of beautiful castles and other architecture. The target was as dumb as a brick, way too open, but apparently unbearably lucky and with more money than he would ever need in a lifetime.
Hell, Kakashi himself had his fair share of money. The many S-rank missions he completed paid well. But even if he never had to worry in his life again, that dumb brick was on a whole other level of wealthiness.
Which would explain the attentive and security-loving guards around the wide premises of the mansion. Well-trained, disciplined, some even with a few hours of shinobi-training, but probably flunked out for one reason or another, the guards had been the first hurdle to overcome. Additionally, the dumb brick paid handsomely for some extra security-measures: sigils embroidered into the walls. Detection, guarding and protection were only some seals Kakashi discovered as he slowly made his way around the grounds, with his camera in hand and always accompanied by two big, burly guards, who had eyed him with barely concealed suspicion.
He only met you two days into his spiel. Classic divide-and-conquer strategy: you had been sent to the mansion to work there a few weeks ago as a maid, caring and fawning around the lucky dumb brick together with the other swarms of young and pretty maids in absolutely ridiculous uniforms. The guy had a fetish for maids, apparently, which would explain the shortness of the skirts and the deep insights your cleavage offered whenever you made a slight move.
Even though Kakashi hadn’t seen the appeal of maid uniforms or the roleplay going along with it until now, he certainly had to admit that you were looking great in the uniform. Fuck, he always thought that when he caught sight of you around Konoha, no matter what kind of clothes you wore, but now, his brain kicked into overdrive.
After two, three days, he caught himself fantasizing in the evening, when he rested in one of the luxurious bedrooms. After a week, Icha-Icha wasn’t enough to suppress the memories of the day anymore, and a few days after the one-week-mark, he got hard just thinking about you in that silly little maid uniform which barely covered your butt.
He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t. Only, when you served the dumb brick and Kakashi in his Sukea-disguise, the idiot — seriously, Kakashi even forgot the name of the target, just because he was so terribly dull to talk to — made some suggestive comments, even offered you like some kind of farm animal to “Sukea”.
And your reaction? After the tiniest eye roll, you lowered your chin at Kakashi. No coincidence, just acceptance that this would work better to gain more trust of the brick.
From there on out, “Sukea” flirted with the maid whenever they were close enough to be noticed by the target. It was part of the job, and Kakashi knew that. He knew. And yet.
When you batted your eyes at him in response to one of his lame jokes, his heart jumped in his chest. When you let your hands linger a bit longer than usual when handing him a drink, the spot would tingle for minutes afterwards. When you bid him goodnight after another long day talking exclusively to the target, Kakashi was so close to simply inviting you into his room and doing the things he secretly dreamed about.
But it was wrong. Wrong to act like this, when you were only doing your job. As your superior, the more experienced one, the higher-ranked shinobi, he had a duty to not destroy you by using his position or the circumstances of the mission for himself and his own selfish desires. It was despicable, and he always had looked down on squad captains who had used their influence on their team to force them to do something against their will.
Until now, Kakashi was able to resist the temptation. Right until this evening. Together, you sneaked through the long hallways. Always hiding your chakra and, just to be safe, in your disguises as “Sukea” and the maid. One moment, Kakashi had ogled the rim of your skirt, how it rode up ever so slightly with every step, revealing more of the creamy, soft skin he desperately needed to see, only to hide it again from his view with the next step forward. The next, you pushed him into a nearby cabinet, which caused his mind to reel and sputter at the sudden proximity.
That brought him here, into his heavenly misery. Feeling you move ever so slightly against him, your ass rubbing against the front of his pants as you tried to peek outside through the small keyhole of the door, with your delirious scent filling the air way too quickly, even enhanced by the sweat of a long day at work, was simply torture for his waning self-control.
~ X ~
You were too high on adrenaline and the fear of getting caught. Sneaking around in a disguise was still so much more exciting than the mere wandering through the shadows. The thrill of getting caught at any moment, avoiding being seen while ruffling through important documents, only to go back to “normal” the next day and acting like nothing ever happened — this was what you wanted in life. The thrill running down your back, the heart beat thundering in your ears, the weak trembling of your fingers… almost better than sex.
Speaking of.
“Sorry,” you whispered and turned your head ever so slightly over your shoulder, “I sensed someone. Probably guards.”
“No problem.” As you had shoved him into the closet, his hands automatically landed on the curve of your hips, buried in cheap black fabric as well as frilly, white lace. They were still there, just comfortably resting and burning your skin right through your uniform. He squeezed your hips as a reassurance. “Sorry for being so close.”
A breathy laugh left your nose. “You really can’t do anything about that here. No worries.”
The man shifted on his feet. You felt everything: the weak shuffle as his toes hit your heels, his thighs pressing into yours from behind, as well as some delicious pressure against your butt, with said pressure growing the longer you were flushed against the man.
A tiny sliver of hope bloomed in your chest. Maybe, after all this fake flirting… maybe, now, Kakashi saw you. Finally, saw you, with your little crush in your heart which hadn’t died over the years, just slept and awakened as soon as the two of you started to work together again.
Or was it just the same adrenaline rush you experienced right now?
Maybe, you could… Like you didn’t care about the position you were in, you leaned forward to look through the keyhole once more. Both of your hands were flatly pressed against the wooden door, with your upper body leaning forward. The hands on your hips tightened, fingers digging a tiny bit deeper into your body, and you swore you could feel the bulge, still rubbing against your butt, pulse through his pants and the ridiculous excuse of a skirt you had to wear.
“Anyone out there?” Kakashi whispered as you straightened yourself out again. His breath brushed over your ear, caress and temptation all the same. For just a second, you had to close your eyes and try not to moan and melt against his chest. Everything inside you tensed up, warmed and overheated at the sheer proximity to him. Really, even inside the dark closet, you could feel his presence filling every nook and cranny, together with the delirious scent he always emitted.
You wished you could just capture some of that scent for yourself, in some kind of glass, maybe, and smell him whenever you felt lonely. Fuck, just a shirt of his would be enough.
A shirt, twenty minutes and my trusty vibrator… Yep, that would be enough for a lifetime.
Well, maybe not enough for a lifetime, but still enough to last you a while.
“Yes,” you breathed out, “they are patrolling the area pretty tightly. We probably have to…” Steps outside stomped by, and only when they faded into the distance, you dared to finish your sentence. “We probably have to wait it out.”
Kakashi hummed. The sound vibrated through his throat, in his chest, and thus, also against your back. An incredibly intimate motion. “And what will we do in the meantime?”
“Sit tight and do nothing which would demand anyone’s attention. That’s just my plan, though.”
“Sounds good to me.”
In the darkness, you could only barely make out your surroundings. Lots of cleaning products, a broom, some buckets. Nothing out of the ordinary, but for the man in your back. Not seeing the get-up he was forced to wear day and night was freeing, in a way. Closing your eyes, you focused. On the hands on the curve of your hips, the single joints flexing from time to time. On his breath echoing weakly in the small closet, so loud and heavy when usually, you could barely notice the entire man being there at all. On his heady scent, usually so calm and controlled. Now, it surrounded you, to the point you had no choice but to breathe him in. Sandalwood, leather, a few traces of dog. So him and unique.
And it made you so unbelievably wet.
His fingers against your hips tightened. He could smell you too, probably even better than you smelled his scent. You could hear his sharp inhale, then a low rumble you couldn’t properly identify at first. Only when it happened again, this time accompanied by his hands sliding lower, right beneath the rim of your skirt and now definitely indecent, you realized what it was.
Kakashi was purring. Your heart jumped. He was enjoying this, enjoying you, to the point he started to finally break through the hurdles which were in the way. His walls, the usual distance between shinobi, the fact that you two were hiding away in a closet, just moments away from discovery — all of that didn’t matter in the face of the sudden proximity and the underlying tension crackling between you two.
What mattered was that Kakashi purred because of you, and that his hands continued to explore the expanse of your thighs. A moan escaped as his thumbs dug deeper into your flesh, only followed by a hushed whisper.
“Kakashi…”
“Sssh.” The answer came back in an instant; just a mere hush and yet, shushing you even better than any ball-gag could. A flare of heat erupted within your stomach as he ground his hips into you. Another purr, louder than the ones before, and yet still nothing more than a small breath in the grand scheme of things. So, you just stood there, bent forward like a common whore, while you could feel him rubbing himself in slow, languid moves against your ass.
“You have no idea,” his voice thundered in the room, despite him merely murmuring, “for how long I wanted this.”
“This?” You wiggled your ass, causing him to hiss lowly. His fingers tightened, forcing you to hold still. Though, that didn’t stop you from pressing harder against him, eliciting another low hiss. “Us being stuck in here?”
“You.” His dick twitched, you could feel it even through the two layers of fabric between his and your naked skin. “Like this. Or in any other position.”
“My, how naughty of you.” Again, you wiggled your ass into his dick, and relished at the low groan you elicited from the usually uptight man. Closing your eyes, you just tried to enjoy every single touch without worrying about the moment you two would have to step out of the closet and back into reality.
Again, Kakashi grinded against your barely covered butt. You hissed while arching your back like a cat in heat, purring and clawing into the door with most of your strength. “Aah, yes. Right there…”
His hot cock burned through the flimsy clothing. Not that he needed to do much, you were so wet by now that your underwear was obsolete at this point. Suddenly, you could feel fingers press between your thighs, insistent and searching for the source of all the wetness. A moan slipped out as he found your weeping hole. The fingertips instantly slipped in, right to the first knuckle. Fuck, if possible, you tightened even further around the invaders, so eager and needy for the stimulation you pushed your hips even more into the man.
“Do it,” you whispered, “just do it.”
The man behind you stilled. You could even hear it, in the tiniest hitch of his breath. Then, just when you thought he would back off, maybe come to his senses as all of this was just insane, born by unbridled lust and a long-burning crush, the deep growl vibrating in his chest echoed through the tight space. Instinctively, you edged closer, and his finger slipped in a bit deeper. You moaned lowly, wiggling your butt at him.
Thankfully, he didn’t need more of an invitation. His fingers left you, only to be quickly replaced with something hot, blunt and long. A purr vibrated in your throat as Kakashi rubbed himself along your slit, using your own wetness to coat his dick. You leaned your cheek against your arms, which were still shoring you from crashing face-first into the wooden door. Everything was too much, and yet you were still missing something.
Fingers sneaked between your thighs, pushed your lower lips apart. Then, finally, after all of this wait, you could feel the head of his dick pressing into you. Just a few inches, and he paused. Paused to breathe in and out, so deep and obviously relishing in every gust of air he took in. But when you were about to whine for him, Kakashi pushed fully in, filling you to every last inch.
Every part of you burned for the sensation of him. His hands clamping down onto the curve of your hips, scrunching the little frills of your so-called uniform, his thighs twitching against the back of yours, restraining his strength and impatience just barely, and his dick moving inside of you, shallowly rocking back and forth as he obviously tried not to end this encounter too soon.
Oh no, you waited too long for this. Fuck his restraints and inhibitions. Fuck all the risk, you needed to get fucked here and now, thank you very much. So, with a low growl, you pushed back into him. His dick was forced deeper into you. Every inch of him, to the point his thighs hit your butt. Finally. You wanted to move, but suddenly, there was the deathly grip in the back of your neck, holding you in your position.
“Don’t,” he warned, “fucking move.”
You nodded. There was nothing else to do but clenching around his dick to entice him to start. Closing your eyes, you just did that, and enjoyed how Kakashi reacted.
He groaned lowly. “I said, don’t move. Not even one muscle.”
“Sorry,” you purred, smiling into your own arm, “I just can’t help it. You feel so good inside of me.”
His dick twitched again at your words. Closing your eyes, you relaxed, while tilting your ass a bit more up as an invitation for him to just rail into your body. Coarse pubic hair scratched against the sensitive skin of your butt, just enough to be a temptation instead of a turn-off.
The fingers at the back of your neck twitched just as much as his dick. You could feel it, could feel it both, could feel all of him encompassing you with his presence.
It took him so long to answer, you nearly believed he would pull out — literally and metaphorically. Only when he groaned weakly, with his legs widening his stance a bit more, you knew you had him ensnared to the point of no return.
Slowly, inch for inch, his dick left you, a luxurious drag which made your toes curl, and your stomach do somersaults. It promised so much, and stoked the flames of your desire for him even higher. Every cell of your body was singing, praising, begging for Kakashi to get on it already, as you definitely couldn’t wait any longer.
The first buck of his hips came as a surprise. The second was a little shock, one which made your knees buckle. The third, you accepted readily, biting into your own arm to stop yourself from making any noise. His rhythm was fast and relentless. So eager to take the edge off that it nearly hurt, but the pain brought forth even more pleasure. After all, you couldn’t really be a shinobi without enjoying some pain.
His dick hit all the right spots inside of you. Besides, you were so on edge and riled up, you didn’t need much from the man, anyway. So, in his frenzy, you let him use you, while your pussy clenched around him desperately. Every time he pulled out, you clung to him, and every time he pushed back into you, you welcomed him with a guttural moan, muffled in your own arms. Even in the small space and especially in the darkness, everything felt so much more crazy. His huffs and quiet groans reverberated in the closet, every squish of your intermixed fluids between your legs thundered, and your heart beat so loud in your chest you wondered how no one else was able to hear it. Even leaning into the door and being fucked like a common whore, you reveled in the way Kakashi lost himself inside of you and in the act of rutting into you like a horny dog.
You screwed your eyes shut when he changed his rhythm. From hard and fast to deep and stroking. His hips didn’t slap into the back of your thighs anymore, now hitting a spot inside your body which made you see stars. Your arm hurt from your teeth sinking deeper into your own skin, to the point you could taste blood. Fuck, you were so close. So close just because of this intense, unpredictable, explosive situation. The grip on your hips was still deadly, but when you felt a mouth press kisses to your upper body through the cheap fabric of your maid uniform, you nearly cried out.
“So good,” he breathed into your neck, and his lips moved up to the line of your shoulder, “so fucking good for me.”
“Kakashi…” you whimpered out. His teeth scratched over the junction of neck and shoulder, just a hint of the danger lurking beneath his many masks. His dick pressed into that spot, making your back arch into him. “Fuck!”
“You like that, huh?” One of his hands skidded down your side, right where you needed him the most. You almost wept when his devilish fingers pressed into your clit, only to neglect the nub again in favor of the point where you two were joined. Knuckles spread your lower lips further, fingertips floating over your stretched opening and the base of his dick buried inside you. He lingered there, didn’t move a muscle, just tortured you with his presence and the teasing touches. He seemed to enjoy your torture way too much, merely circling your clit instead of making you come.
“Promise me.” You nearly didn’t hear the hoarse whisper, muffled in the back of your neck. His tongue licked a wet stripe over your skin, just before you could ask what he meant, and he continued. His fingers continued, too, teasing your folds, but never touching your clit. You could feel his index and middle finger forming a wide V, only to teasingly rub up and down your mound and scratch with false kindness through the coarse pubic hair. So, so fucking close. And yet so terribly far from where you craved him to touch you.
“I promise,” you whined, so close to tears that you could already feel them burning in your eyes, “I promise, okay?”
A warm gush of air brushed against your neck, quickly followed by his lips mouthing against your skin. New shivers wandered down your back, wrecking through your body with the force of a hurricane. Fuck, just feeling him shuffle on his feet made his dick inside you move, the torturous small motions pressing in all the right ways into you.
His voice growled against the shell of your ear. “I didn’t even ask anything of you yet.”
“I don’t care,” you hissed back, “just make me come! I waited too long for this!”
“Too long, hm? How long…”
“So long that if you don’t fuck me right now right, I will scream and shout, alerting the entire fucking compound of us sneaking around like the damned shinobi we are.” His dick twitched at that. Maybe in agreement.
A sigh echoed in the darkness, followed by a face smothering itself into your neck. Goosebumps wandered your skin up and down at the intimate touch, but then, with another kiss, the contact was quickly gone. Before the whine at the loss could even rise into your throat, the fingers pressed against your clit with devilish intent. At the same time, the man bucked his hips, fucking his dick a bit deeper into you, only to pull back and sluggishly roll his hips, to the lazy rhythm of his fingers rubbing and rolling the little nub he teased and tortured only before.
The onslaught of stimulation was too much for you. Whimpering, you buried your face again in your arms, with your forehead pressing against the hard, unforgiving wooden door, and took everything Kakashi had to give. And he had a lot to give. So many pent-up emotions he never showed, so many skills he never showed before, so much feeling he never revealed — to anyone. But this time, you were a witness to all of him, and you couldn’t be happier.
The orgasm came over you like the ocean: all encompassing, drowning everything else out and making you gasp for air. Even in the darkness, little stars exploded before your eyes. All the strength in your legs was gone in just a split second, in which the warm, tingly feelings washed over you, spreading into every little nook and cranny. Kakashi was relentless; his fingers never let up their gentle rubbing against your clit, rolling the little nub between his fingertips to the point it almost hurt.
Only when you whined like a dog to him, unable to form any words and barely able to stay upright, he had some mercy. His fingers left your clit, gripped your hips once more, and Kakashi finished in four, five quick thrusts. He must’ve been on edge, too, but dragged out his own high to allow you to reach yours first. When his dick twitched and the warm cum filled you up, the tiredness after an exceptional orgasm made you lean even more against the door.
In the silence and darkness, your labored breaths echoed. To normal people, nothing changed, as you were still eerily silent, but for a shinobi, it was clear what just happened.
After a few long moments, in which you tried to calm your quickly beating heart, Kakashi patted your hips. The feel of his fingers against your sensitive skin, even through your uniform, was still electrifying.
“We should…” He didn’t finish the sentence, just let the words linger. It was clear what the two of you should do, but neither of you had the strength for it at the moment. Not now, when you could still feel him twitch and gradually soften, not when his warm cum seeped out of you and dribbled down your inner thighs, not when you could feel how his wet fingers left a wet spot on your uniform where he had buried his hands in the fabric.
“Yeah.” With a low sigh, you pushed yourself up. Bones creaked, and you nearly stumbled, but Kakashi’s hands were on you before you could even lean too much into one direction. His dick was also still inside you, though you could feel him soften and slide out the tiniest bit, together with some dribbles of quickly cooling fluids. “We should get going. The night is still young, and we haven’t found any intel on the idiot yet.”
“Right. Sorry, I’m just…” He stepped away, carefully pulling out of you. You shuddered at the sudden loss and found yourself missing him and the warm presence between your legs. Instantly, more fluids ran down your legs, but they were quickly captured by a careful hand and a cold, slightly wet rag of fabric. Kakashi cleaned you up without being asked, his motions gentle and efficient at the same time. His touches weren’t one bit inappropriate, even though he could have used the darkness as an excuse to revel a bit more in the aftermath of the orgasm you shared. Nothing of that, even when he wiped the rag over your overly sensitive clit and dipped into your hole to clean you further up.
Before you could do anything for him though, Kakashi was done. You barely had time to readjust your uniform before he opened the door. The dim light of the moon in the hallway almost blinded you, after the complete darkness of the closet. Blinking rapidly, you shielded your face, trying to regain your vision.
There he was, standing in the door frame, one hand on the knob of the door, the other hanging by his side. His own costume was back in place, the brown hair with the purple marks on his cheeks, the baggy clothes hiding the contour of his body. Automatically, your eyes dropped to his pants. Nothing to be seen there, nothing but a small spot close to the fly of his pants. A small sign that what happened in this closet hadn’t been an illusion or gen-jutsu.
Stepping out of the closet, you brushed past him. Your hand “accidentally” tugged at Kakashi’s clothing, getting caught in the fabric, only to detangle just as fast. Without a word needed, the man closed the door behind you and followed right on your heels.
“What was that promise about?” you asked into the silence. Your words were nothing but a whisper, not louder than the sound of your footsteps.
Kakashi didn’t answer immediately. Instead of any words, you could feel one of his hands slipping ever so sneakily into your own hand. Out of instinct, you spread your fingers, allowing him to entangle his fingers with yours. The innocent contact alone made your heart flutter, but when he forced you to stop in the middle of the hallway and turned you around, your heart lurched up into your throat.
Fuck, Kakashi was way too close all of a sudden. You could feel his dark eyes piercing the night easily, studying your face and the hint of emotions displayed on your features.
“The promise,” he started, voice rough and words measured, “was about… a repeat.”
“A repeat?” you echoed. His fingers around yours fidgeted, drumming against the back of your hand. “In another closet, or this exact one?”
“Preferably outside a closet. Even though it was definitely worthwhile, I wouldn’t mind a… meeting in another setting. With a bit more privacy and a bit less risk to be discovered and killed.”
Again, your heart lurched upwards. This was it. This was what you secretly wished for, for only the gods knew how long.
Carefully, you raised his hand upward. His eyes were on you, following every little motion of yours with the intent to record it to his memory. The red of the sharingan blinked in the darkness, and like that, you were sure he would never forget the moment you pressed your lips to the back of his hand. You could faintly smell yourself on his fingers still, but mostly, there was sweat, weapon’s oil and the scent of ozone clinging to his hand.
“So, a promise for a repeat, hm? Sure. I would love to.”
“Maybe in a better setting? My flat, perhaps?”
“Honestly,” a smile flashed over your face, “I would take that closet again if it means to feel you rut against me just once more. But I won’t say no to a date beforehand. But now, let’s finish this mission.”
Kakashi hissed lowly. “Couldn’t agree more. Now, I actually have something to look forward to when we get back.”
Needless to say, when there was a stack of compromising information neatly organized in a not-so-hidden safe, you couldn’t stop yourself from groping at Kakashi’s ass. He returned the gesture, just a quick slap of his palm against your ass, just before stashing away the documents in a scroll he brought with him.
“Let’s get out of here. And if you do that again, I will take you against a tree on the way back.”
You fluttered your eyelashes at him in all your devious mischief. “Who says that wasn’t what I was aiming for?”
The low growl rising in his chest was promise enough for you. Yeah, the two of you would definitely fuck on the way back. Maybe even drag the return out a bit, just to enjoy the post-mission haze a bit longer. And that — together with the compromising documents on the perverted idiot with a maid-fetish — was probably the best outcome for the mission you could have wished for.
