Kinktober - Day 18
[Iruka (Naruto) + Almost getting caught]
Summary: Iruka, despite being a very capable chunin, rarely left the village. Obviously, he was a teacher, but even during the summer there was an implicit understanding that should Iruka be gone for more than two days, the entire missions desk would devolve into chaos. So imagine your surprise when Iruka is given a mission that will take him out of the village for at least a month. And you only have ten minutes to say goodbye before he has to leave... not nearly long enough to go home, so you’ll just have to say goodbye in one of the bathrooms near the missions office... Dom!Alpha!GN!Reader
Warnings: Iruka is quite hesitant to get down and dirty in his workplace so there is some convincing that has to take place. Not dubcon or anything, but still.
“We can’t have sex in the bathrooms of the missions office!” Iruka hissed at you as you dragged him to what you knew were the quietest bathrooms in the building.
“But I want to say goodbye properly,” you argued. “You’re going on a mission for a whole month and I’m going to miss you even more if we can’t properly say goodbye.”
“But we’ll get caught!”
“We won’t… As long as you’re quieter than normal,” you added the last part under your breath but judging by the way Iruka’s face went bright red, he’d definitely heard you. You wondered briefly if he was red from embarrassment, anger or arousal?
“Look, the longer we linger here, the higher the chances are we’ll get caught,” you reasoned, swinging open the bathroom door to find it blissfully empty.
A few moments later and you and Iruka were pressed up against each other in one of the small cubicles, chest to chest and nose to nose.
“I agreed to meet with Izumo and Kotestu at the missions desk before going to the gates together for the mission!” Iruka protested despite having fully allowed himself to be dragged into the cubicle with you. “I need to meet them in seven minutes!”
“But… I’m going to miss you…” you whined, giving Iruka your best puppy dog eyes.
Iruka blinked at you for a moment, and you could see the moment he started to falter.
“Just… be quick…” he muttered, sighing, the red from earlier creeping back into his face.
You grinned for a moment before spinning your mate around so that he was pressed up against the cubicle door. And, after a few moments of fiddling with his buttons, you yanked down his trousers and underwear in one go, revealing his beautifully smooth, tan skin to your hungry eyes.
He really was incredibly beautiful. For a second you couldn’t help but remember the time his hairband had snapped while working and Iruka had forgotten to pack a spare, forcing him to keep his hair loose for the day. You remembered having to beat people off of him to get him home at the end of the day.
(If one more jounin claimed to need help with their chakra control just to get into Iruka’s pants, you were going to beat them off with a sword this time.)
A stay kunai suddenly fell from Iruka’s pocket, knocked from your aggressive pulling, and clattered against the tile of the bathroom floor, breaking you from your thoughts and providing a sharp and sudden reminder about how easily sound is carried through a room filled with porcelain.
Best you hurried a little.
Opening up the glorious cheeks that frequently blessed your dreams, you were happy to see that he was still somewhat stretched after you activities last night. You fished a small tube of lube that you kept on you at all times for… emergency purposes… and conscious about time, quickly coated your fingers with it and shoved a couple inside. You immediately tried to find his prostate and coax out some slick to aid your minimal amount of lube.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Iruka gasped. “Ah! Hnng-“
“Shh,” you hushed, moving your fingers faster and adding in another one for good measure. “It’s important that I say goodbye to you properly. I would be slacking on my duties as your alpha if I didn’t leave you with a memento to remember me by while you’re all alone on your mission.”
“Memento?” Iruka asked, his hips jerking as you finally found his prostate.
“Hmm, that’s right,” you agreed. “I want you fighting enemy nin who have no idea that as the battle continues on, more and more of my cum is dripping out of your gaping hole.”
Iruka gives a sharp intake of breath at your shameless words.
“I-“
“I want you to stumble when you’re tree running because you’re sore from the imprint of my cock inside you, your teammates questioning why you stumbled as you panic and try to come up with a believable lie.”
“Fuck,” Iruka whimpered against the palm of his hand. You saw the moment his knees started to weaken and so you hooked an arm around his waist and pulled him closer to you to keep him stable.
At that moment, audible footsteps filtered in through the gap underneath the bathroom door. Iruka clenched around your fingers, but you didn’t let that impede your rhythm, fucking him through the nerves, smirking as light squelching sounds now began appearing.
“Are you nervous that person’s going to walk in? Or are you excited?” you teased him with a whisper, removing your fingers, now covered in slick, and using the lubricant to stroke Iruka’s semi hard cock. “What if someone found us like this, hmm? One of your colleagues perhaps? Someone who often sits next to you at the missions desk, who’ll forever wonder if maybe, whenever you take a toilet break, you’re actually doing some naughty.”
“No, I don’t normally do this, it’s your fault, I wouldn’t-“ Iruka gasped.
“What if it was one of your students’ parents, then?” you carry on like he hadn’t said anything. “They have to come and see you at parents evening, but no matter how hard they try, whenever they look you in the eye, all they can think about is you bent over in the bathroom, enthusiastically taking your alpha’s cock, too much of a slut to wait until you get home.
“Or what if it was Hatake that walked in, huh? And every time you have to chase him up about late mission reports he takes you even less seriously than normal because no matter how much you shout or how intimidating you are, he’s seen you in a position he’s only read about in those awful, lewd books of his.”
“Shut up!” he whisper-shouted. “What if someone hears you? I work with children, I could lose my job-“
You chuckled and, taking advantage of your incredibly close position, slammed your cock into your mate in one fell swoop. Iruka interrupted himself with a keen which he desperately tried to smother with a hand.
“We’ve got to hurry,” you teased him, sucking a hickey onto his shoulder, remembering just in time to put it in a place that would be covered by his uniform. “You’re already late.”
With that, you started to pound into you mate as fast as you could causing the cubicle door to rattle and Iruka leant on it to keep himself upright. You were going to miss the feeling of soft skin slapping against yours while he was gone. As much as you played it up that you were going to miss him, you were actually feeling a little sad. You’d got used to having him around all the time despite being a shinobi, and the idea of a month sleeping in a cold and empty bed wasn’t particularly appealing.
Overwhelmed by emotion in that moment you leant down and nuzzled into your mate’s neck, pecking kisses on any of the bare skin you could reach. Iruka was letting out a long continuous, but muted, moan now, his cock flinging pre cum all over the stall as it bounced and shook in time with your thrusts.
Suddenly, two pairs of footsteps approached the main toilet door. As fast as you could, you pulled Iruka up towards your chest to stop the door from rattling, but remained buried inside of him, even as the toilet door swung open.
Iruka went as rigid as a statue immediately, and although you’d stopped thrusting, you sneaked a hand around and started gently rubbing the tip of his dripping cock that was still weeping onto the white tiles below.
“Iruka? You in here?” It was Izumo, presumably joined by Kotetsu. Iruka tightened like a vice around you and there was a moment of silence before Iruka realised what he’d have to do.
“Y-yes! I’m in here, just give me a moment-“ Iruka stuttered, trying his best to sound normal. “You can go ahead, I-ahh.”
You dipped your thumb into the slit at the tip of his cock and almost laughed at the small burst of killing intent you received in return.
“I’ll meet you at the gate,” Iruka bravely continued with a shaky voice. “I- I won’t be long.”
Silence fell over the bathroom for a moment. You could only imagine the look being shared between the two chunin.
“Riiiight,” Kotetsu said, already backing out of the room. “I guess we’ll uh… see you there in a bit.”
“Take your time,” Izumo snorted, voice clearly mocking, and just before the two left the bathroom, you heard what you assumed was Kotetsu smacking Izumo on the back of the head.
As they left, the room was plunged into silence once more before Iruka sighed.
“I hate you…” Iruka said, head falling against the door lightly. “…and hurry up, I have to go.”
“With pleasure, my omega.”
…
Iruka made it to the gate about 15 minutes late and was met with a grinning Izumo and Kotestu. Iruka flushed to the tips of his ears but said nothing and simply set off out of the gate, eager to make up for lost time.
Unfortunately, his wish to not speak about what had happened was rudely ignored while his team was setting up camp for the evening. Izumo crept up behind him as Iruka was sorting out rations for dinner.
“What is this, Iruka?” his voice was teasing and it set Iruka on edge. He whirled around quickly, prepared to do damage control.
Only to see Izumo pulling something out of Iruka’s pack.
The something being a pair of your used underwear. One he definitely hadn’t packed.
Izumo and Kotestu lost it, collapsing to the floor in laughter.
Iruka was going to kill you.