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Sasuke-sensei	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 46417 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Sensei
- 2-Tutor
- 3-Picture
- 4-Home
- 1
- 2
- 3
So, this chapter is a tad longer than the previous one -- not by much, but by about a thousand or so words. Eight thousand altogether for this chapter, so I hope you guys will enjoy this installment. Plenty of ground is covered in this chapter, and many more seeds are planted for later endeavors... so, sit back, buckle in, grab some popcorn, and let's enjoy this together.

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When Sasuke woke up that morning, he knew it would be the start of a very long day.

He got up; he’d taken a shower the previous night, so all he had to do was pull on his clothes. He stepped into the bathroom, buttoning up the front of his shirt. He shaved, he brushed his teeth, he took a moment to collect himself.

About ten minutes after he’d woken up, Sasuke wasn’t doing much more than staring at himself in the mirror as he gently fixed his collar.

“Everything’s fine,” Sasuke murmured. Unfortunately, his slightly drooping eyes and tired demeanor didn’t give off that same sense of assurance.

A hand reached up to run through his spiky and dark hair. He smoothed out his pants; he rubbed his chin to make sure no stray hairs had escaped his morning shave.

“Maybe,” he told himself. “I should consider scrapping that quiz on Friday…”

It was too bad that he’d told his class about it, not to mention he had also written it down in a corner of his scrapbook. It seemed there would be no backing out of that one.

The commute to the school was easy, thankfully — he talked to no one as he went to his classroom and no one tried to talk to him. Which was a rarity, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. As he stepped into the room, a scant twenty minutes remained until classes began, and in about ten minutes the first students would arrive. He had some time to check over things and make sure he was ready.

He took off his jacket and wrapped it around the back of his chair; then, he sat down, and scooted forward.

She could be nestled in between his legs right now, nuzzling her cheek against his crotch. Unzipping his pants, taking him into her mouth, grinning up at him as he sorted out what would be taught that day-

God.

‘Keep it together,’ Sasuke thought, trying to urge the hardness in his trousers away through sheer willpower. ‘You’re fine.’

It had been so easy to ignore Karin before he’d realized how hot she was; and how far she was willing to go for a grade… and for him. And what about his other students? If Karin liked him like that… who was to say the others didn’t? He was already beginning to realize that perhaps Yamanaka and Haruno held a little more affection for him than simple teacher worship — and nearly all the female students of the high school had given Sasuke more than a second glance.

He was positively screwed if more girls than just Karin held that sort of affection for him.

It was lucky that Sasuke didn’t know the true extent of that — or else he’d probably have had a heart attack right then and there. One feisty redhead was enough; but if he’d known that there were a blonde and a pink haired girl just as if not more devoted to him… well…

That would be the cause of a lot of unnecessary stress. But, he would find that out in due time — regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

A figure walked through the door; Sasuke paused for a moment, glancing up. Sultry, purple lips pressed themselves together — the woman took one step, then another, placing her hands on either side of Sasuke’s desk and smiling.

“How have you been, Uchiha?” Mitarashi Anko cooed, her smile only widening.

“I’ve been fine,” he said neutrally.

“Good, good.” Contrary to popular belief, Anko wasn’t this provocative with everyone — only a special few received her winks and (not so) subtle references to certain ‘deeds’. And Sasuke was one of the… ahem… ‘lucky’ ones. “Do you happen to have your test scores? I want to see them.”

Sasuke shrugged, pulled open a drawer, and handed Anko a piece of paper. She scrutinized it for a moment, a hand clasping the paper and another on her hip.

“Jeez,” she groaned, slapping the paper down on the desk. “How do yours keep getting higher and higher while mine keep dropping?”

He allowed the corner of his lip to quirk upward. “Maybe if you stopped ‘distracting’ half of your class,” he said, almost in a snide way.

“Oh har-har. You and I both know all of them are used to it by now,” Anko grumbled. She folded her hands beneath her bust, a keen look in her eye. “Care to share your secrets, Uchiha?”

“You know, a detailed lesson plan, good students, a healthy work ethic…”

“Come on!” Anko said. “Tell me what your secret is and I’ll get out of your hair… forever!”

“Forever?”

“Forever,” she insisted.

Sasuke scoffed. “You and I both know you won’t hold your word to that,” he said. “And besides, there’s no ‘secret’ to it. Now, if you don’t mind, I think we both need to attend to our classes.”

Anko muttered something unintelligible under her breath. “You watch your back, Uchiha,” she grumbled, turning her back to him. “I’ll weasel it out of you someday.”

“Sure you will.”

Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she walked out of the classroom, hips swaying from side to side. Sasuke didn’t even give her another glance, instead choosing to review his lesson plan for the day one last time.

There was nothing like a little friendly banter to clear the funk out of his mind, Sasuke thought.

Students began to funnel into his class; it wasn’t long before everyone had shuffled in, the last coming in literal seconds before the bell rang. Sasuke closed the door, stepped to the front of the classroom, and cleared his throat.

“Today, we’re going over the…”

—-

He closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat.

First block had been alright; second block not so bad. But now, Sasuke was positively dreading his fourth block — despite the fact that Karin hardly even talked or raised her hand in his class. It was just… seeing her; looking at her; picturing and remembering her in between his legs, on top of him. It was excruciating.

Still, he had his planning period.

A time of peace, and quiet, a time for-

The door clattered open, and an Uzumaki walked in.

This time though, it wasn’t Uzumaki Karin… but rather, Uzumaki Naruko.

“Hey, Sasuke-sensei!” she chirped, waving at him as she zoomed in to the classroom, pigtails waving behind her.

He blinked once; twice; a third time. Because Naruko had come to him out of the classroom before like this — and for the most part, people only did it to inquire about upcoming tests or whether they could retake a quiz they’d failed. Could Naruko actually be putting some effort into her academics? He’d be positively astonished if she was.

“Uzumaki,” Sasuke said, scooting forward in his chair. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yup!” She beamed at him, coming to a stop just in front of his desk. “I’m gonna need you to tutor me, sensei!”

“... what?”

“Just… read this!” She reached a hand into her rucksack, and withdrew a crumpled up note. There were two sides of it — one written in bright red ink in handwriting that was bordering on illegible, and the other half in blue ink that was near perfect in appearance.

He read the near-illegible part first.

‘Sasuke! It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other, but you know how things are. How’s Mikoto-chan doing, by the way? Hope she’s been well! Anyway, I don’t really care how low you grade my Naruko-chan, since I’m sure that you’re not like cheating her or anything, but according to Minato (who is totally not looking over my shoulder as I write this), her coming home with Ds and Fs is… not a good thing. Who knew?

Anyway, like I was saying — any chance you could tutor my Naruko-chan? At school, at our house, at your house, whatever; I trust you. If you can get her grade up to a C at the very least I’ll make sure Mikoto-chan hears about how great of a person you’ve been! Ciao!’

Sasuke blinked a few times.

“I didn’t know you knew my parents, sensei!” Naruko chirped. “And yeah… I did read them… sorry…” she mumbled.

“I don’t ‘know’ your parents,” he muttered. “Your parents know mine; I saw them a few times when I was younger.”

“How come I didn’t see you around?”

“Because my mother wasn’t about to force me to spend time with someone a decade younger than me,” Sasuke murmured. “And besides, if I recall correctly, you spent most of your time outside in the dirt with your cousin anyway. And you probably did see me — you just don’t remember.”

Naruko scratched her head. “Yeah, my memory’s not the best to be honest,” she admitted. “Oh well! That’s pretty cool that Mom and Dad know your Mom and Dad, huh?”

“Sure,” he said in a non committal way. “Let me read the other one.”

The other one — presumably written by Naruko’s father — was of a much more… tame tone.

‘To, Uchiha Sasuke. In advance, I apologize for my wife’s eccentricity — she doesn’t quite grasp why our daughter’s poor grades is something to be worried about. As she said, we’re asking you to tutor her if you have the free time. If not, tell her so and send her home. If you do, I’ll be sure to pass on word to Fugaku and Mikoto — I know how much their opinions about you mean to you, so don’t think I take that lightly.

I can arrange for you to do it here at our house under my supervision; otherwise, you can do it at the school. Karin has also volunteered for tutoring, and if possible, I’d like to request that you do both at the same time. For… reasons. Thank you for considering this, and I hope you’re doing well. From, Minato.’

‘Well, it looks like Daddy’s got a bit of a protection complex,’ Sasuke thought, looking at the letter again. ‘At our house under my supervision’, ‘both at the same time’, ‘for… reasons’... he was probably being overly cautious. No father could be too excessive concerning their daughter’s safety, after all.

Smart man. Not that Sasuke planned on doing anything — at least, he didn’t plan on it right then and there. It was a good thing for Sasuke that Minato had been rather vague in his wording… with any luck, he’d be able to fabricate an excuse to ensure that Karin was nowhere near them when he was tutoring Naruko. He didn’t want to be felt up by a redhead when he was trying to help one of his favorite students get a passing grade, after all.

“I suppose I could… tutor you. On occasion,” Sasuke said, setting the paper down on his desk. “We’d have to arrange a time and place to do it.”

“Why can’t we do it right now?” Naruko asked.

“This is my planning block,” he said.

“So?”

“So, it’s the only time in my long day that I get a break from my students,” Sasuke deadpanned. “I’m not going to spend my entire block of peace and quiet tutoring you — not to mention the fact that you have class. And speaking of which, where’s your hall pass?”

Naruko’s ears tinted pink. “Uh, anyway, Dad did say we could do it at my house. We can do it after school, and Mom said it was alright for us to do it at your house, too. I mean, we’ve got to be able to find some time to do it, right?”

“Of course we can,” Sasuke said. “Let’s say… two to three one-hour sessions a week, and I think a month of that will bring you up to par before long.” He swallowed, trying to push the mention of Karin ‘volunteering’ to be tutored as well to the back of his mind. “Give me your phone number, and I’ll text you with a time that we can do it. You can choose whether it’s at your house or at school, I don’t care.”

“Ooo, sensei~!” Naruko giggled under her breath. “Do you know how mad Sakura-chan, and Karin-chan, and Ino-chan would be if they found out I had your number?”

Sasuke paused.

“If you give my number to them, consider this arrangement null and void,” Sasuke said seriously.

“Oh hush, sensei!” Naruko said. “I’m not that cruel, y’know.”

“Mmm hmm,” he hummed. Naruko took a pen off of his desk, and scribbled her phone number down on a blank piece of paper Sasuke handed her.

“Don’t call too late, sensei,” Naruko murmured, flashing him a wink. “Oh, right, and can you sign your name on the note? Mom and Dad want to make sure you’re on board.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. Without another word, he signed his name at the bottom of the sheet.

“Be on time for fourth block. You know the school’s cracking down on students that are tardy to class,” Sasuke said, grabbing his pen back from her.

“It’s not my fault Ino-chan always wants to redo her makeup before your block…!” Naruko whined.

Sasuke decided that he was going to ignore that.

Naruko grinned at him, waved bye, and darted out of his class — the last thing he saw was her pigtails whipping around the corner.

He exhaled. A small part of him realized one thing, and one thing alone: that this little ‘tutorship’ was likely going to become a huge pain in his backside before long.

Then, it couldn’t be any worse than what had already happened lately. If it had been anyone else, he would have turned them down — but this was Naruko. She was one of, if not his favorite student; and she worked hard, in his class at least. That kind of dedication merited a passing grade at the very least… and he’d give it to her if he could. At least, this way, he could make sure she got the grade she deserved.

‘It’ll be fine,’ he told himself.

After all, what could go wrong?

—-

Karin tapped her manicured fingernails on the desk, biting her lip and occasionally sneaking glances up toward the teacher’s desk.

‘I wonder if I could make it a daily thing,’ she mused.

That didn’t sound so bad: like a fun after school activity, equivalent to a sport or a club. Spending time with her teacher, getting her grades up, nestling in between his legs and training herself to ignore her gag reflex… yeah, that did sound like fun, actually.

But, there was such a thing as overdoing it. It could turn the act of sleeping with her teacher from a novelty to just… another thing to do. She wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing to be fair — she doubted the pleasure he dolled out on her, or she on him, would deteriorate if it became a regular thing. And what if that only helped her? He would put up no fight; there would be no cause for resistance. It would be routine for her to stay back after a test and get a hard pounding to strive for that B or A. And that, as well, sounded very fun.

She rubbed her chin, then picked up a pencil and set to work. They weren’t doing anything difficult for the second half of that day — a simple worksheet, with the bulk of their supposed work to be done at home in the form of homework and studying.

Her crimson gaze drifted to the side, to the person sitting beside her… Hyuga Hinata. It was funny, that they’d both chosen to sit near the back of the class for two very different reasons: Hinata in order to stay out of the spotlight and reduce her chances of being called on, Karin so that she could do her nails, apply her makeup, and ogle Sasuke without anyone noticing her doing so.

Hinata was the goody two-shoes type; near-perfect scores on everything, no matter what. Even now, as Karin watched Hinata fill out question after question without hesitation, she knew that Hinata would get well over a ninety. She’d get a hundred on everything if more time was allotted to them.

‘It’s too bad she won’t let even Naruko cheat off of her,’ Karin thought bitterly. Then again, that might have been a good thing — if she’d cheated off of Hinata and had gotten an A plus on that test, then there would have been no cause for her to do what she did with Sasuke-sensei. Which would have been a travesty indeed.

Maybe things just had a way of working out like that.

The minutes ticked by, and Karin slowly but surely finished her worksheet. Soon, she wasn’t doing anything but inspecting her fingernails and wishing the window blinds weren’t closed so she could see what the outside world looked like.

“Psst.”

Karin looked up; but it wasn’t her that was being hailed.

Sakura and Ino were… loud, suffice to say. Very loud. And though Sasuke — who seemed to be busy grading papers — likely would not hear them, the vast majority of the class would. Not that they cared; most if not all of them had learned to ignore the two girls’s conversations early in the year.

Not Karin, though. She herself had come to realize that there was often some very juicy conversation contained within Haruno and Yamanaka’s heated debates about boys and other girls… and teachers, of course.

“What do you want, Ino-buta?” Sakura muttered, scratching her cheek with the eraser-end of her pencil.

“Is it just me,” Ino began. “Or does Sasuke-sensei seem… different today?”

Both girls glanced up — as did Karin.

“A little,” Sakura admitted. “Doesn’t seem to be that much different though… not enough to bother me about it, at least.”

“Well, here’s the thing. He looks happier,” Ino murmured. “But, at the same time, he looks more stressed too. You don’t get that same feeling?”

Sakura looked up once more, for a longer period of time — and again, so did Karin.

“Yeah, you know, I do kind of see that now,” Sakura said. “I wonder what’s gotten into him?”

“Maybe they gave him a raise?”

“Why would that make him more stressed?” Sakura deadpanned.

“I don’t know!” Ino grumbled. “Maybe, he’s got like a…” She grit her teeth, and there was this look in Ino’s eye. “... a girlfriend or something now?”

Sakura froze.

For a moment, they sat still — Karin realized that they were probably imagining the brutal death of the imaginary ‘girlfriend’.

“No, probably not,” Sakura murmured. “Sasuke-sensei, with a girlfriend? Please.”

“You’ve got a point,” Ino said. “Oh well — he’ll be fine, I guess. I do want to talk about it more later, though…”

“Maybe when we’re not in the middle of class?” Sakura suggested.

“We’ll see,” Ino murmured, winking at Sakura before returning to her half-done worksheet.

Karin frowned… then smiled… then frowned again.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize what was probably conflicting Sasuke; her. She was making him happy — and more stressed out at the same time.

And she definitely didn’t like that she was doing the latter. But, if she wanted this affair to keep going, for her grades to keep rising, for her crush to keep pumping her full… she had to blackmail him. It was a necessary evil in her book; and even if he was stressed, at least he was happier to a certain extent. Right?

Thirty minutes to go before class ended — then twenty, ten, five, four…

Riiing.

Karin rose to her feet — only to realize that Sasuke was already standing by the door.

“Everyone out,” Sasuke said, jacket wrapped around his shoulders. “Nobody’s staying behind — I need to lock the door before I leave.” And, for some reason, Karin felt that Sasuke was talking directly to her when he said that no one was staying behind.

The entire class shuffled out. And once again, Karin purposefully dragged her feet — behind even Hinata as they went to the door. The redhead paused in the doorway, then turned to face Sasuke, a haughty look on her face.

It would be an almost comical sight if the stakes weren’t so high. He was near a foot taller than her, much broader, much more muscular… and the look on his face did not suggest any form of weakness. But he did have one: her body. It didn’t matter how big he was if she had his livelihood in the palm of her hands.

“See you at tutoring, sensei,” Karin said, winking at him. And she sauntered off, a spring to her step; Sasuke looked at her retreating back with an unreadable expression.

After she disappeared around a corner, Sasuke reached into the folds of his jacket. He pulled out a piece of paper, and unraveled it so he could see the numbers scribbled on the parchment.

He was silent for a moment.

Then, he reached a hand into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and put the number into his contacts.

He sent said number a text, reading- ‘This is your teacher, Sasuke.’

As he began to make his way out of the building and to his car, Sasuke put his phone away — but the second he’d nestled it safely in his pocket, it buzzed. With a groan, Sasuke pulled it back out and read the text he received.

‘Hey, sensei! It’s so cool to be able to talk to you like this! So, when are we gonna do the first tutoring thing?’

‘We can do it tomorrow if you’d like,’ Sasuke typed.

‘So soon?’ she sent back, a moment later. Sasuke kept walking through the school, taking the elevator down to the first floor; his phone was still clutched in his hands.

‘There’s no point in idling. And, I don’t mean to sound mean spirited but… would you mind if we didn’t do it with your cousin?’

‘Why?’

‘She has a crush on me. I’d rather not have to deal with that when I’m trying to teach you.’ It was mostly the truth — and Sasuke had never been the type to lie to one’s face when it wasn’t needed.

‘Oh, right!’ Naruko replied a minute later. ‘Yeah, that might be a good idea, LOL. Sure, I’ll just not tell her that I’m staying back or something; I’ll make up an excuse. So… tomorrow after school?’

‘Yes.’

‘Uh, sensei, there is something I want to point out.’

Sasuke eased himself into his car seat, and stared at his phone screen for a moment.

‘What is it?’

‘Well… I ride the bus home, usually. If I tell Mom or Dad that I need a ride home from school after you’re done tutoring me, I bet Karin-chan will find out and then… well, I mean, we’d have to deal with her. How do you wanna fix that?’

Sasuke glanced around his… car.

Well, the solution was obvious — it might raise a few eyebrows, but so long as they stayed under the radar it would be fine.

‘I can drive you home if necessary.’

‘You would do that, sensei?’

‘Sure.’

‘Awesome!’ Naruko sent him. ‘Well, that’s settled them. See you tomorrow, sensei! I bet we’re gonna have a bunch of fun!’

‘See you.’

Sasuke put his phone back in his pocket, and groaned.

“Fun indeed,” he muttered, twisting the key in the ignition.

—-

His hand twitched at his side.

“This is my planning block,” Sasuke murmured.

“I know,” Karin whispered. “But, you know, I see no reason that I have to wait until after the test to make sure I get a good grade on it.”

Once again, she closed the door behind her, and closed the blinds in the window. They were alone — and fourth block began in well over an hour. They had plenty of time to do whatever they wanted to do.

“What will it be today, sensei?” she purred, slinking around his desk. “Do you want me to suck that big cock of yours?” Karin smirked. “Do you want me to ride you again? Or…” She stood in front of a desk, and bent over — presenting the sight of her panty-clad ass to him, her skirt riding all the way up. “Do you want to do something else, Sasuke-sensei?”

He felt his mouth go strangely dry.

“Come here, Uzumaki,” Sasuke said, waving her over.

Karin grinned.

She walked over — skirting around the side of the desk and stopping right in front of him. Karin hefted herself up onto the desk, sitting down, spreading her legs nice and wide so he could quite plainly see her panties — and, more importantly, see that the front of the garment had already begun to dampen with arousal.

“Don’t sit down,” he murmured. “Bend over; just like you were doing a moment ago.”

Karin blinked.

That position had just been a teasing sort of thing… she hadn’t expected him to actually go for it. But who was she to complain?

He slid his chair back slightly, giving her the room she needed. Karin hopped off down the desk — she spent a moment simply swaying her hips from side to side in a tantalizing manner. She turned around… slowly; then, placed her hands on the far side of the desk. And now, carefully, she bent over.

“Do you like seeing me like this, sensei?” she whispered.

And she received her answer only a split second later.

Karin jumped slightly as she felt two sets of fingers hook themselves in the waistband of her panties — and she shuddered as Sasuke gingerly dragged the garment down her legs. The smell of her already potent arousal filled his nose. He pushed her skirt up, allowing it to bunch up around her waist, and giving him perfect access to anything he could want — he could see her pert, firm, athletic ass… her glistening, damp folds… God, it took everything he had to not fuck her into submission right then and there.

He undid his trousers — and Karin felt a tingle go down her spine as she heard the rustle of cloth falling to the ground. His boxers came down next.

It took no time at all for him to get hard; a few strokes was all he needed. And he was so agonizingly hard, pulsing and throbbing endlessly, his cock desperate to sink into the warmth and wetness arrayed in front of him. Luckily for his piece of anatomy, Sasuke saw no reason to delay his ‘entrance’ any longer.

He pressed his tip against her folds — and she whimpered.

“Maybe a little more foreplay,” he said begrudgingly, pulling his hips back slightly and instead replacing his mushroom head with a finger — dipping it into her slit, making her groan. He pumped his finger in and out of her for a moment or two; then, he added a second finger; and finally, a third. All the while, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “I’m so hard right now,” he growled. “Can you feel it?” He pressed his cock against her firm rump, allowing her to feel every inch of hardened flesh against her skin. “Do you feel how hard I am, Uzumaki?”

“You’re so hard, sensei,” she purred.

“And you’re wet,” he noted. “So, so wet. Just a moment longer…” He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her dripping snatch. “... and now, I think you’re ready.”

“For what?”

“For me to fuck you,” he whispered.

She shuddered as he once again angled himself against her entrance; and finally, with a pump of his hips, Sasuke slid into the hot and wet depths of Karin’s snatch. She moaned — he let out a grunt, one hand resting on her hip, the other reaching forward to paw at her breast through the material of her shirt.

“Oh… damn…” Sasuke groaned, grinding his hips against her. “You know, I’m not going to get used to that.”

“Used to what, sensei?” she gasped, cheeks flushed, lips parted and moans spilling past her lips with every thrust into her hot core.

“How tight you are.” He reared a hand back — and brought it down against her ass in a stinging slap; she moaned, bucking her hips back against him. “How wet you are.” Once again he reared his hand back, and for a second time he brought it down. “I- I didn’t know that my student was such a slut.”

“I- I am a slut…” she purred. Karin turned around to face him; the lust, and the sheer desire contained in her crimson eyes only spurred him on, pushing her harder against the wooden desk, pounding and thrusting as fast as he could manage, as fast as she could take. “A-a slut for you, sensei…”

“I know,” he whispered.

“You know?”

“I know,” Sasuke repeated. He leaned forward, thrusting faster and harder into her, grasping her breasts through her shirt tighter, hot breath cascading against her ear. “I know because I- I won’t let you be a slut for anyone else… from here on out. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“N-no…”

“Good,” he growled. “Because I’d give him an F and make sure he was sent to remedial classes.” With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned her shirt, flinging it to the side carelessly once it was loose — her bra-clad breasts spilled out, and he cupped and groped them with glee. “You must want that A so badly, Uzumaki,” he whispered. “To do this for it.”

“Sensei…” She swallowed. “I would have done this for free.”

“I know.”

Faster, harder, deeper — she could only focus on how full he made her feel, how empty she was without him inside of her. The wooden desk creaked beneath the weight of his assault; he bent her over further, so that the wood grain bit into her breasts.

“Tell me what you feel,” he murmured.

“Y-you!”

“You feel me?”

“Inside of me…” Karin whispered. “All the way. And you keep going deeper; and deeper; and deeper. I- I can’t breathe.”

“You can’t breathe?”

“It’s like you’re in my stomach.” She reached a hand down, pressing it against her navel; she knew it was impossible for him to be that far inside her, but he was just so deep. “M-my lungs. I can feel you all the way inside me, senseeeei-” Her sentence ebbed off as he battered her pussy with a particularly hard thrust, grinding against her G-spot.

“Fuck,” Sasuke groaned, rearing his hand back and delivering yet another stinging slap to his student’s luscious ass. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed this.”

“Needed what?”

“To fuck you; to… to fuck anyone. I haven’t let myself go in a long time,” he murmured, pumping his hips back and forth. “It’s been a while. And I wish I would have done this sooner; I wish the me of a few months ago would have been wise enough to tell you to drop your panties and bend over the desk.”

“I would have done it,” she gasped, bucking her hips back against him. “In- in front of the class even. I would have wiggled my hips for you… I- I probably would have been wet just thinking about you fucking me, sensei.”

“You get wet at the thought of me?”

“Every night,” she whimpered. “And every morning, too. You’re just so- in- intoxicating, sensei…”

“After this, there’s something I want you to do, Uzumaki.”

“W-what is that?”

He paused for a moment.

“I’m going to give you my number,” Sasuke decided, still pumping his hips forward and back at a gentle pace. “And I think you should surprise me with something tonight.”

“Sur- surprise you, sensei?”

“Mmm hmm,” he hummed. “You’ve got brains, even if you don’t always use them in class. So, surprise me; give me whatever you can muster, and I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded for it. Is that fair?”

“Mor- more than fair.”

“Good.”

He began to thrust into her anew, and soon, she had to bite into the sleeve of his shirt to stop her moans from echoing outside of the classroom. Sasuke seemed to nudge against her G-spot with every thrust; he reached a hand down, rubbing against her clit. She was so young, so inexperienced compared to him… it wasn’t long before, with a grunt, she came around his cock. The tightness, the wetness, the hotness — he almost came right then and there. But he forced himself not to, at least not then.

“Uzumaki.”

“Y-yes, sensei?”

“Are you on birth control?”

Her cheeks turned red. “Are… are you going...?”

“Yes.”

Karin swallowed. “I am, sensei.”

“Good.”

And with a grunt, he let himself go — pummeling her poor tight little cunt, thrusting with wild abandon. His balls tightened; his cock throbbed. He pawed at her breasts, nibbling at her ear lobe, wincing as she clenched tighter and tighter around him…

Until finally, he buried himself as deeply as he could inside of Karin, and creampied her. One massive load, injected deep into her loins — and she just…

It was so hot.

So warm.

So… filling.

She shuddered, moaned, and bucked her hips back against him in ecstasy. If it was possible to have two orgasms at once, Karin was sure that it happened to her… her mind seemed to explode in a thousand lights. She lost control to the point where her glasses slipped off and clattered to the floor, her tongue lolling slightly out of her mouth.

“Fuck,” Sasuke groaned, pulling out and falling back into his chair. “That- that was…”

“... amazing…” Karin whispered.

And all she wanted was more.

Unfortunately, time didn’t quite allow that.
—-

It was fortunate that he’d brought his bottle of cologne with him that day — it allowed him to… mostly… mask the smell that he and Karin had created.

He couldn’t with good conscience send her back to her third block like that, so he allowed her to stay in his room. A quick trip to the teacher’s restroom allowed him to adjust his attire and apply the cologne, and by the time he stepped back inside the classroom, he looked as good as normal.

“Uzumaki,” he murmured — she was seated in the front row, a smile on her face, legs crossed. She’d cleaned herself up a bit, finding her shirt and putting it back on, fixing her hair and reapplying her makeup. “You’re…” He sighed. “I don’t even know what to say to you.”

Her smile grew wider. “What is there to say?” she said. Gently, she uncrossed her legs… and the evidence of exactly what he had done to her lay in between them, leaking down her thighs, glistening in the light. “I think this says all that needs to be said, sensei.”

Sasuke let out a grunt, and sat back down in his chair.

“What is it, sensei?” Karin let out in a loud whisper, leaning forward. “Do you not like thinking about how you came inside of me?”

“I do, but-”

“Want to know something?”

“You’re going to tell me either way,” he noted.

“Of course I am,” Karin murmured. “You’re the first man to ever cum inside me, sensei. All my boyfriends — they begged, and they whined, and they urged me to let them do it. But every time, at my insistence, they pulled out. But you? No… you told me that you were going to cum inside of me; and you did it with wild abandon. I bet you enjoyed it, didn’t you, sensei? I bet you enjoyed creampieing your student’s cunt full of that hot cum?”

Sasuke swallowed.

“You know I did,” he murmured.

She grinned. “And you know what I’m going to enjoy? Sitting here, all class period, with that sweet goo drooling out of me. I’ll feel like the luckiest girl in the class. I’m not even sure if I want to shower tonight, not until every last drop’s leaked out of me… and that could take days. But I will shower. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I know you’re going to cum inside of me again when you get a chance, sensei,” Karin murmured. “You’re going to do it, because you and I both know that we both love it.”

Sasuke leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “This isn’t even about the grade any more, is it?”

“Some of it is,” Karin said. “And I hope my performance earned me a good grade, sensei.”

“We’ll see.”

She was silent — and just before the bell rung, she slipped into her seat all the way in the back. Sasuke wrote a note for her to give to her third block teacher the next day, to excuse Karin for her ‘absence’ since she was… according to the note… getting the details of an important project from him.

‘Alright,’ Sasuke thought, fixing his collar for what seemed the tenth time in five minutes. ‘Just one more block to get through. Just… just try not to think about Uzumaki’s cunt being pumped full of your cum. And that she’s sitting there, with all her classmates around her, feeling it leak out of her. And that she’s going to be winking, and nodding, and attempting to flirt with you all class long.’

Well, it seemed he’d already lost that bet to not think about any of that stuff… especially as his raging hardon was concerned.

As the bell rung, Sasuke scooted forward, and prepared himself to greet the oncoming class. And in the back of the class, Karin crossed her legs and allowed a smile to cross her face.

—-

Naruko walked out at first, but he knew she would be back; and thankfully, instead of him having to make it clear that Karin wouldn’t be staying back, this time, she went out of the room all on her own. She winked at him as she passed, skirt waving from side to side with the sway of her hips… It was so risky for her to trudge out of here like that, with the aftermath of their coitus still leaking down her thighs, but at the same time it was so sinful and hot that he had to will back his hardness.

He waited, and waited — everyone was out of the class now. The door was still open; he tapped his fingers on the desk, tilting his head to the side.

Finally, she came sweeping back into the room, a bright grin on her face.

“Sorry for the wait, sensei,” Naruko said, dumping her bag onto a desk and dropping herself down in a chair — conveniently the same chair that Karin had sat in during the planning period, after their… activities.

“What were you doing?” Sasuke asked.

She beamed at him. “I was tellin’ Karin-chan that I was gonna go to Ichiraku’s,” Naruko said. “Karin-chan hates that place, so she ran off… I think we should be good for like an hour before they’ll expect me to be at home.”

“Alright,” he murmured. “Let’s get started then — bring that desk up here in front of me, and we’ll start slow. Pay attention, ask questions when you need to, and we’ll see how far we get. We’ve got…” He glanced up at the clock. “An hour. Starting right… now.”

There was a screech as Naruko dragged her desk up in front of his. She pulled forward the desk with her rucksack on top of it, too, and from within took out a few sheets of paper, a pencil, and her textbook.

“Ready!” she said, pencil poised above the paper.

Sasuke cleared his throat and began.

It was… nice.

Surprisingly so.

Naruko was the type of girl that needed one on one learning to really shine; she simply didn’t do all that well in a classroom environment. In his class, she slacked off, she played games, she texted, she did about everything that was the opposite of being a good student.

But, alone with him, in a place where he could talk to her and not to her class… she flourished. She was attentive — he had to make sure her attention didn’t drift from time to time, but he could do that with all of his focus on her. She didn’t take notes, but she didn’t need to; she soaked in all the information she needed to. By the end of the hour, Naruko had learned more than she’d learned in a week of his classes — and Sasuke, quite honestly, was… astounded.

“And that’s the hour,” he said. “How do you feel?”

Naruko tossed one of her pigtails over her shoulder. There was a placid look on her face for a moment; then, a bright grin spread from ear to ear. “I feel great!” she chirped. “It’s like I… actually learned something!”

“What a surprise,” he murmured dryly, without even thinking.

She threw her head back and laughed — Sasuke blinked, because not many women would laugh at something like that. Typically, his sense of ‘humor’ elicited affronted looks, or was only tolerated because of his looks.

“So, are you gonna drive me home, sensei?” Naruko said, piling her books and papers back into her rucksack and zipping it up.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” he murmured. “All you’ll have to do is give me directions.” Sasuke stood up, pulled on his jacket, collected his things — by the time he was ready, Naruko was waiting for him by the door, a smile on her face. She beamed up at him, and like Karin the size difference between the two of them was obvious… the blonde was at least a foot shorter than him. You couldn’t call her petite, though, not with a well sized bust — she wasn’t Tsunade or even Anko, but at her age, Sasuke could-

Oh God. Why had his thoughts drifted to that?

He shook his head. “Let’s go,” he said. “My car’s out front, but we’ll take a side entrance so the people in the office don’t think we’re up to anything.”

“Sure,” she murmured. Trailing about a meter behind him, Naruko followed Sasuke into the elevator. She leaned against the railing — he stood in the center, a blank look crossing his features. True to his word they took a side entrance, walking out into the sunlight — they skirted through the parking lot, before finally arriving at Sasuke’s car. “Woah!” Naruko said. “Nice ride, sensei!”

“I got a good lease,” he muttered, pulling out his keys and pressing a button to unlock the doors. “Get in.”

They pulled open the door, and slid into the vehicle in perfect unison. With two thunks, they closed the door — Sasuke started up the car, but didn’t go into reverse quite yet.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Put your seatbelt on,” he grunted.

Naruko groaned, before yanking on her seatbelt — once Sasuke heard the soft click, he proceeded to back out.

“Where do you live?” he asked.

“Uh… you know the really fancy restaurant that’s like a mile or two away from here?”

“... there’s quite a few of those.”

“The one with all the flashy lights! Uh — they have special decorations put up for holidays!”

Sasuke closed his eyes. “Yes, I know the one you’re talking about,” he grumbled, hands gripping his steering wheel unnecessarily hard.

“My neighborhood is like, right down the road from there!” Naruko told him, grinning.

“Do you not know your exact address?”

“... no…” she murmured meekly.

“Of course,” Sasuke said, refraining from thunking his head against the steering wheel as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I think I’ll write it down for next time — there’s a reason they invented GPS, and it’s to avoid situations just like this one.”

Naruko chuckled nervously. “Next time?”

He glanced at her. “You’ve still got a ways to go before you’re even halfway ready for finals,” Sasuke said, as they paused at a traffic light. “And, again, I’d prefer to avoid tutoring you with your cousin. Ergo, I’ll have to drive you home quite a bit since you’ll need a ride home.”

“Ah, I see, sensei,” she said.

There was a moment of comfortable silence. Cars whizzed past them — Naruko stared out the window, one of her pigtails pressed against the glass. Her rucksack was on the floor of the car, and she was gripping one of the straps tightly. It seemed she wanted to relax a bit; she fumbled beneath the seat for a moment, before finding the lever that allowed her to lean the chair back.

“Comfortable?” Sasuke grunted.

“Mmm hmm,” Naruko hummed. She smiled, wiggling from side to side to find the epitome of comfort in the position she was in. “I’m glad I learned so much today, Sasuke-sensei,” Naruko said. “You’re a really good teacher, y’know?”

“Your grades say the opposite.”

“Well, you and I both know that’s ‘cuz I slack off in class,” Naruko pointed out. “Everyone else does really well.”

“Clearly you haven’t seen Inuzuka’s test scores.”

“That’s Kiba, though!” Naruko protested. “He hasn’t gotten higher than a C since middle school. Stop trying to sell yourself short, sensei!”

He sighed.

But, a gentle smile curled his lips.

“... thanks,” he said, at long lost.

She grinned. “No problem, Sasuke-sensei.”

“It’s Uchiha-sensei.”

“No one calls you that, Sasuke-sensei!” Naruko chirped.

“People that actually respect me do,” he noted, turning a corner. He allowed himself to glance at her for a moment.

“Huh. No wonder nobody calls you Uchiha-sensei then!”

“Hilarious.”

“I know I am,” Naruko said, grinning.

And after that, there wasn’t much talking — but Sasuke was still smiling, for what seemed to be the first time in ages. He felt a lot lighter; he wasn’t sure if it was because of Karin, because of Naruko, because of both or just… something that was in the air.

God, he felt really good. Of course, he wouldn’t feel quite as well once he recalled how much of a screw up he was in concerning Karin, his overall crappy life, and other stuff of that nature… but right there, in his car with Naruko beside him, Sasuke felt pretty decent. He felt… content.

“There’s the restaurant,” Sasuke said, a few minutes later.

“Take a right, then another right, and it’s just down the road from there, sensei,” Naruko told him.

And finally, they pulled up… a little down the street from her house; he wasn’t going to pull up right in front of it. That would be unwise.

“Just text me the next time I need to stay back,” Naruko said, smiling at him.

Sasuke wiped the smile off of his face. “You did good today,” he murmured. “And I hope it shows on the quiz tomorrow.”

“It’s gonna! I bet I’m gonna ace it!” she chirped.

She probably wasn’t, Sasuke thought internally. But her enthusiasm was… something else.

“I’ll see you, then,” he said.

“Bye!”

She hopped out of the car, gave him a wave, then hopped and skipped (figuratively) down the road to her house. Sasuke sighed.

As Sasuke drove forward, and passed by Naruko’s house, he swore he could have seen a glimpse of red in the curtain before it was gone. He didn’t pay it any mind, though.

His phone buzzed a few moments later.

It was from an unknown number.

‘Don’t forget about the surprise you asked for, sensei…’ it read.

“Oh fuck…” Sasuke groaned.

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