That night when I got home, I felt numb.
I didn't know what to think about myself anymore. I kept thinking to myself I didn't touch him. I didn't touch him, but it was the fact that I wanted to that was driving me mad.
Sakura was lying in bed, reading some book, and I looked at her. It was weird. While I definitely loved her and found her to be beautiful, I just didn't think of her as sexy.
There was nothing in me that wanted to grab her and fuck her. There was no passion, simply a sense of pride because she was the only woman I ever found to be on my level.
I was proud of her. I was proud of myself.
But it was weird. Why didn't I find my wife sexy? I just kept looking at her until she gave me a confused look.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, rather bluntly.
I snapped back into reality and moved to take off my work clothes. "I think I'm going to resign," I told her in a nonchalant manner.
"Resign?" she exclaimed, sitting up quickly and looking surprised. "Why? Did something happen?"
Something did happen, but I couldn't tell her that.
"Uh, no. I just feel like teaching isn't for me."
She relaxed at my answer and gave me a reassuring smile. "If you say so, but wait until the semester is over. You may grow to like it."
I nodded, but I knew it was a bad idea. But instead of persisting this, I quickly put on my pajamas and went to bed. I'd deal with it later.
xXx
Dealing with it later was a terrible idea. I should've resigned.
Next thing I know, it's a month later, and these sessions with Naruto are happening once or twice a week. I knew I could stop it anytime, but I didn't. I mean, I didn't encourage him either.
But I never stopped him from strolling into my office late in the evening, stripping down to his birthday suit, and teasing me in any way he saw fit. I should stop him though. Eventually.
As of right now students were quickly making their way out of the room, eager to get to lunch, and Naruto was, standing casually by my desk. When very single person was gone he started pacing around the room, not saying anything.
I was stacking essays, preparing them to be taken home and graded, and I looked up surprised that he had been so quiet. Usually he'll come up to me and hit on me, but now he just kept looking at the ground as he walked around in circles.
"Uzumaki," I said, getting his attention.
"Yeah," he answered, looking up at me with wide eyes. He was playing with the zipper of his jacket.
Was he nervous?
"What are you doing?"
He flushed and shrugged. "Uh…well I just…"
"Spit it out," I said, becoming slightly irritated.
"Nevermind," he said quickly and grabbed his messenger bag.
Now, in this moment I had two options. I could let him walk out, because really he's fucking up my life. Or I could stop him and see what's wrong.
"Wait," I said.
Clearly my body decided for me instead of my brain. Shit.
I clear my throat when gorgeous blue eyes look at me in the most innocent expression. "Tell me what's wrong."
So he walked closer to my desk and started playing with his zipper.
"Stop doing that," I told him, rather harshly. "Hurry up."
"I…Someoneaskedmeout," he says quickly.
It took me a second to understand, but once I did I felt my entire mood change. I suddenly felt…upset? But that made no sense, because I didn't like the brat. He was a nuisance. A hot, sexy, fuckable nuisance.
"I mean…I know you have a wife and all so…I don't know," he muttered.
"Date them," I hear myself say and curse.
But really he should, because I'm married and I love my wife. There's nothing between us. I barely want him around. So he should just date whoever this fucker is.
"Really?" he asks quietly, eyes wide in shock and…disappointment?
I don't respond verbally. I just nod, then look back down at the other papers on my desk that I need to pack up. I don't want to see whatever facial expression he has on his beautiful face.
So he quickly leaves after that, and I felt like a douchbag.
But I also felt so much better, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Now, I don't have to worry about being called a cheater, even though technically I didn't cheat because I didn't touch him. I felt clean again.
But that didn't last long, because that idiot took my advice. Yeah, I told him to date whoever asked him out, but I didn't know it was going to that loser. Surely the blonde can do better that Kiba Inuzuka.
Sure. Perhaps I do see the appeal. He's the quarterback for the football team, likely to go to NFL, and handsome (I guess). But other than that he is a complete waste of space. Thank God he isn't a psychology major. He's literature major, with Kakashi, and the kid is a total class clown, a complete stereotypical jock.
A waste of Naruto's time.
A week later, and the blonde hasn't come to my office once, which is to be expected. But I never expected to see him snuggled up to that mutt in the quad.
I was on my way to my class on Tuesday morning and as I pass the quad I spot a familiar shock of blonde hair, and against my better judgement I turn to look. And there he is with Kiba's arms wrapped around his waist, his hands resting on large biceps, and the two weren't kissing (thank God) but being all cutesy and shit in each other's faces.
Disgusting.
Needless to say, that put me in a bad mood, and I took it out on my 9:30 class. It didn't help that when it was almost time for my 11:30 to start, Kiba had walked Naruto close to the door. There were just standing there being together.
"C'mon, babe," I could hear Kiba say. "One more kiss?"
Naruto laughs that melodic laugh of his. "Kiba, I just gave you a kiss."
So they were being flirty, huh?
"I need one more," that mutt said.
"You'll never be satisfied, will you?"
"You know I won't."
Then I didn't hear them talking anymore, but a few minutes later Naruto strolls in the room and sits in his usual seat with a dopey expression on his face.
He shouldn't be that happy.
We make eye contact and he blushes and looks back down. No doubt because I'm pretty sure I look murderous. I mean why that guy? Why not Neji Hyuuga? Neji I could respect. He's on the pre-med track and going to Yale for graduate school.
He was so much better than that no intelligence, dog smelling, no home training mongrel.
The class goes by in a blur and I'm pissed and irritated the whole time. The entire class can tell, and Naruto doesn't even look at me like he usually does.
That afternoon I go straight home.
I spend time with Sarada and Sakura, reminding myself that this is what matters to me. Not Naruto.
But of course, Sakura can tell that something is wrong with me. She attempts to distract me later that night with sex, but it doesn't work, because as soon as I slip inside of her my mind immediately starts wondering how tight Naruto is.
Then I start wondering if he's fucked Kiba, and my erection dies.
Sakura is disappointed, but I can't bring myself to care.
xXx
For almost three weeks, Naruto never comes around. He comes in my class right at 11:30 and leaves right when I dismiss. He doesn't linger anymore. He doesn't pester, flirt, or hit on me. He doesn't even look at me.
It's driving me crazy.
And anytime I see Kiba I want to smash his face in.
Sometimes I even find myself masturbating in my office, imaging that Naruto is there, legs spread, and his ass to me. I'll image him begging me to fuck him, thrusting his fingers in and out of himself. But then I'll start imagining that it's my fingers fucking him.
That's when I realized that I missed him. I missed that idiot.
xXx
I was around 3:00 in the afternoon on Wednesday, when there was a knock on my office door.
"Come in," I say bored.
Naruto walks in, the last person I expected. He looks uncomfortable and hands me a stack of stapled papers. I take it, look at what it is and I'm confused.
"This isn't due until tomorrow," I told him, not understanding why he's giving me the paper now.
"I know," he says, looking nervous. "I won't be in class tomorrow. I have an engagement of sorts."
I snort at this. "I see your boyfriend's habits are rubbing off on you."
He pauses and something flashes in his eyes.
"Are you insulting my boyfriend?"
I shrugged. "No need to get worked up. Of course you knew he was a slacker before you started dating him."
I'm such a douchbag.
His face turns red and his brows furrow. "Oh, you are such an asshole." He says, then laughs bitterly. "Don't tell me you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous."
"Oh really?"
The way he said that was enough to know that this conversation took a terrible turn. He had a mischievous look on his face as he walked around my desk and turned my chair towards him.
He plopped right down on my lap without warning and ground down onto my crotch. He smirked at my expression.
"So you wouldn't mind if I gave Kiba a blowjob?" he asked innocently, as if asking if someone could use one of my pens.
I didn't dignify that question with a response, because yes I would mind.
"What if I took him back to my dorm and fucked him on my bed? Would you care if I liked riding his cock?" He said against my ear, simultaneously rotating his hips.
I was clenching my armrests, not wanting to give in to my desires. I couldn't touch him. That's what he wanted anyway. He wanted to break me.
"Honestly, Sasuke, you should've never told me to date him if you were gonna act so salty about it."
"I am not salty," I say defensively, turned on immensely at how my lips touch his as I speak.
Yeah, he was that close.
He noticed my eyes darting down to his lips, and gives them a slow lick, ultimately touching my lips with his tongue as well.
Without thinking, my tongue darts out and meets his, and his eyes glaze over with lust.
I'm a fucking idiot. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Why the fuck did I do that?
He takes this as an invitation and licks my lips, then slowly starts licking from my neck all the way to my ear, which is my weak spot. I don't moan, but I couldn't suppress a shiver. He chuckles at this and grinds his ass on my crotch. I let out a sigh.
"You like this?" he asks, voice low and seductive. "You want to fuck me so bad. I can see it on your face every time you look at me."
I want to say something to deny this, but I have a full blown erection right now and I can't think of anything that makes sense.
"You wish I were with you instead of Kiba, right?" he says, taunting me. "You wish you never told me to date him. Why don't you just do what you want, Professor?"
He bites my lower lip and licks my lips again. My tongue darts out again, this time because I want it to, and we let our tongues touch. Next thing I know I dive into his mouth completely, my hands on his hips and I'm slowly thrusting upwards.
I leave his mouth and trail licks and kisses down his neck. When I reach the base of his neck I start to suck, and I feel him stop completely before letting out a long breathy moan.
It went straight to my dick.
I continue to thrust into his ass, alternating with grinding him down, simulating the act of riding. It's not long before I feel him spasm with an orgasm, and I follow seconds later.
We're both breathing heavily, eyes locked. I take in his expression, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, and I go back in for another kiss. Our lips meet and it feels like I should've done this a long time ago.
Suddenly my phone starts vibrating in my pocket, and causes us to separate.
I pulled it out and see that the caller ID says that it is my wife. Naruto must've guessed that it was her, because I hear him chuckle bitterly before removing himself from my lap. Quickly I grab his wrist.
"Naruto, I…" I start, but really, I don't know what to say. Why am I acting like this?
"It's okay, Professor," he says in that mocking tone of his. "Talk to your wife."
