Chapter Text
For Naruto, being Sasuke’s private tutor was pure torture. Naruto was determined to flip the script by dumping a massive assignment on the brunette, all so he could finally be left in peace—at least for the weekend.
Sasuke sat across from him, staring at his phone instead of solving the math problems Naruto had previously written on the chalkboard.
"Uchiha, put the phone away."
"Yeah, yeah..." Sasuke replied dismissively. He showed zero respect for his tutor, which only infuriated the blond even more.
Deciding it was time to be firmer than ever, Naruto stood up abruptly and slammed his hands onto Sasuke’s desk, startling him. He leaned in close to Sasuke's face, his expression filled with a rage the Uchiha had never seen before.
Wow... what an exciting look. If only Naruto could read minds... God.
Sasuke had a secret: he didn't just love his teacher for the hard work he put in or for how kind he was to his students and colleagues (all while maintaining that radiant, charming face); he was also incredibly attracted to him.
Ever since Sasuke’s parents decided that private tutoring would help his academic performance, they noticed him coming home more pensive, distracted, and miles away.
They naively thought it was due to the complexity of the lessons. To an extent, it was true—the classes were intense—but the Uchiha was far more occupied writing sexual fantasies in his phone’s notepad than paying attention to anything his tutor said.
"Can I help you with something?" the brunette asked with a raised eyebrow, pressing the phone to his chest to hide the filth he was writing. Of course, he didn't forget that mocking smirk that annoyed Naruto so much.
"Put your damn phone away," Naruto snapped, right in his face. "Listen, I have enough on my plate giving you lessons every afternoon and weekend without you failing to even show me a shred of attention. And as if that weren't enough, your parents think they have some diligent genius on their hands, but guess what... you're the devil himself!" He was fed up; he couldn't stand the situation anymore.
Naruto straightened up and adjusted his baggy hoodie—as if being near the Uchiha had somehow disheveled him—and returned to his seat.
"Oh wow... you really need a vacation," the Uchiha mocked, finally deigning to tuck his phone into the cubby under his desk.
"You're right. I do need a vacation, and that’s exactly why..." For the first time, the brunette saw the blond smile, but it was the kind of smile that sent a shiver down his spine. He watched intently as Naruto pulled something out of his backpack and set it on the desk.
It was a book. A very, very, very thick book.
"What the hell... Oh, fuck. You’re not asking me to read that thing, are you?" Sasuke’s eyes practically pleaded for the answer to be "no."
"What? Oh, no. Of course not." The brunette exhaled a sigh of relief, as if he’d just escaped death. "You won't just read it; you're going to send me a detailed summary of it."
Seeing the look of sheer terror on his student’s face, Naruto decided to be a little merciful. "Don't worry, you only have to summarize the first chapter. You have until next week to turn it in. Got it?"
"Yeah... ugh." Sasuke slumped into his seat with his arms crossed, wondering how he was going to get out of this.
Finally, he was home. Not wanting to make his life difficult, he decided to be "smarter" than his teacher and looked up an online summary of the first chapter.
"He never said I couldn't do this..." He searched for the info on his phone, but when he went to hit "copy," his finger slipped. When he got to his teacher's email and hit "paste," it pasted the last thing saved to his clipboard instead.
The notepad full of his sexual fantasies was the last thing he had copied.
"Done. Now, time to go have some real fun." He tossed his phone onto the bed and walked out of the room.
He had no idea he had just condemned his own life—and perhaps his teacher's, too.
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A new day. It was already four in the afternoon, and Sasuke was heading toward his private classroom with Naruto. He arrived with all the boredom in the world, hoping his tutor would be satisfied with his report and finally leave him alone for the week.
"Good afternoon, Professor." Sasuke didn’t even look at Naruto as he took his usual seat across from him.
"Good afternoon, Uchiha." Naruto followed him with his gaze until the brunette sat down. Then, he cleared his throat and stood up. "Uchiha..."
Sasuke—who was already typing away in his notepad as usual—looked up at his tutor. "Your summary from yesterday left me feeling... a bit disturbed."
"Oh, really?" The brunette smirked slightly, thinking he had impressed him with how well-written the "summary" was. "Did you like it, Professor?"
Naruto didn’t know if Sasuke was pulling his leg, but that calm, confident voice coming from the Uchiha’s lips made the blond believe there was no mistake—that Sasuke had decided to send those sexual texts on purpose.
"I couldn't really say... but let’s just say I couldn't sleep very well after reading that. You know? It was interesting. So interesting that, if you'll allow me, I’d like to read it back to you."
"Oh, sure... I’d love to hear that."
The atmosphere was thick with tension. The brunette didn’t know if he was dreaming, but Naruto had adopted a more relaxed and… seductive posture.
"Perfect." Naruto took out his phone and turned his gaze to the brunette. "Could you come closer?" Confused, Sasuke approached him, and with total nonchalance, Naruto sat him right on top of the desk.
Naruto was fascinated by the view.
"Hmm.. alright. Let’s see... 'Chapter One: Why I want to fuck Naruto. Just seeing that broad back makes me want to mark it with my nails while he penetrates me without a care in the world... I still remember when I accidentally looked down and saw how Naruto’s pants showed off his well-defined cock... it must be big, thick, and utterly delicious. I really wanted to blow him under the desk while he teaches other students.'"
Naruto continued, reading from the screen: "'His lips are beautiful, and they make me think of nothing but what it would be like to have them on my nipples, stimulating them shamelessly, making me writhe and moan in pure pleasure. He must be a total savage in bed, with that attractive face and that husky, deep voice... it drives me crazy when he calls my name right when I'm making him angry. Sometimes I wish he would just take it out on me sexually; I wouldn't mind at all.'"
"Wow... didn't you find that interesting?"
Sasuke had both hands gripping the edge of the desk. His eyes couldn't be wider, and his usually pale skin looked even whiter. His expression of absolute terror was enchanting to Naruto.
"P-professor... I... I didn't mean to send that. It must have b-been... a mistake. I would never write something like that about you..." Naruto had never heard the Uchiha stutter so much in all the time he'd known him.
"A mistake, you say?" Naruto stood up and rested a hand on Sasuke’s thigh, feeling him tense up instantly. "I'm curious to read the next chapter..."
Sasuke was so dazed that he simply leaned back as his tutor stepped between his legs, bringing his face inches from his own.
"You know? Seeing you this vulnerable... it makes me want to eat you whole. Based on what I read, you’d love for me to take it out on you sexually, right?"
"Ehh... I..." Sasuke couldn't concentrate. He had already draped his arms around his professor's neck, pulling them even closer. Seeing Naruto with that wicked smirk was killing him, and the fact that he was actually reciprocating was pure paradise.
"For once in my life... I want to listen to you," Naruto murmured against the other's lips.
"I'd die to see that," Sasuke whispered, his eyes fixed on those full, smiling lips that released a warm, very familiar breath.
Class was about to get a lot more interesting.