Sweetest Ride | Kinktober2024
KakaSaku, rated E — 1,499 words
Part 1 of 5
cw: thigh riding, dirty talk, semi-public sex, undercover as a couple
AO3 link , beta’d by @moderndayportia
Strobing lights flashed blazing pink and green over the crowd, pulsing over Kakashi’s half-lidded gaze. He tracked the motion of their target over Sakura’s shoulder, pulling her tighter with a spread palm over the small of her back.
“Your six o’clock,” he relayed in her ear when the lights cut away, plunging them into a hot dimness saturated by Kakashi’s closeness and his warm breath on her cheek. “Two possible accomplices”
She tipped her head back to bring her red-painted lips to the shell of his ear. “Poison?”
The hand on her back tensed imperceptibly, drawing her even closer. His thigh slotted neatly between hers as their bodies rocked to the beat, pressing dangerously close to where a blazing heat had kindled hours ago. “Heart attack,” he countered, ghosting his fingers up her pulse to mime a tap. His eyes met hers, fiery dark and stealing her breath. “Just like last time.”
Sakura slipped away from his arms, his heat tingling over her skin like static electricity.
It had been easy to kill their last target in his hotel bed a week ago, and it was easy now to brush her hand suggestively over Yamura’s thigh on her way to the restroom, allowing her eyes to peek back at him over her shoulder.
Yamura followed, hypnotised by her thin-strapped, body-tight red dress. Sakura’s skin was buzzing under the desirous stares of strangers as she passed from the crowded dance floor. Her heels clicked silently beneath the loud music, carrying her further down a dark hall and to the washrooms, where fate awaited her target.
Yamura only got as far as caging her against the wall before a spark of chakra overwhelmed his civilian pathways and stopped his heart. Sakura caught him before he could hit the ground, shoving him into the janitor's closet to hide his body from prying eyes.
Kakashi would deal with his accomplices, a damning shadow protecting her back.
As she waited, Sakura slipped into the washroom to check over her appearance. Her mascara had smudged her waterline, leaving her gaze shadowed and smokey, yet shining with the kind of heat she still felt low in her belly. Glittering green eyes peered back at her judgingly.
Sakura ran her hand through the humid tousle of her pink hair, trying to tame it but only succeeding in making herself look more sex drunk. Dampness clung to her hairline, a frizziness beginning to take hold of the longer strands. A stray lock caught on her lipstick painted a vision of delirious want.