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NSFW

Warning: Spanking/Daddy kink.

Lust For Life

Cherry Cola

"Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving." - Nayyirah Waheed

What the fuck was he thinking?

What the fuck was he thinking?

People always claimed Hashirama was the more problematic brother, but Tobirama managed to reserve his royal screw ups in a way that his brother could never. Not only did he get a divorce, lose his wife, and jeopardize his job. He also fucked his student. Not just had sex with her, but fucked her in his bed where Mei slept only a few nights ago with Toneri sleeping down the hallway.

It sickened him that he didn't regret it.

In fact, he loved it. There was something raw and carnal about what they did that he couldn't stop thinking about. He remembered the sight of her completely open for him, and it was taking a horrid amount of self-control to not let what they did dictate all of his thoughts.

Tobirama kept his forehead rested on his steering wheel, contemplating his life decisions.

It was more than just sex. He opened up to Sakura more in a couple of days than he ever did to Mei during the entire duration of their marriage. There was something precariously warm and innocent about Sakura that made his tongue loose. His stomach felt sour knowing that he was beginning to rely on his student.

Gods.

He could lose his job.

Then what for his son?

Tobirama kept his eyes close, feeling heat rise to his face.

It had been a couple of days since Sakura came over, and even now he was wondering why she hadn't texted him back yet. His phone felt heavy in his pocket as he waited, they texted nearly all day since the time he dropped her off, and he would be seeing her in two more days in class — how could this spiral so easily? Even now, knowing he could lose everything, he wanted to see her. He meant everything he said to her before — he wasn't a liar. He didn't like the sensation of having something to say and keeping it in — he said what he felt no matter who he was talking to, which normally got him into more trouble growing up, but it served to give him credibility as an adult.

Which is why it worried him that he was quickly becoming enchanted by his student and the repercussions of that decision. He didn't want to fit into the middle-age socket of men that fall for younger women that are in their tutorship — it was a cliche he didn't want to be a part of.

Yet here he was.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

Grabbing it — he already knew who it was and felt himself lean back in his seat in excitement.

Hi! Sorry I just got out of class! Did you still want to hang out later? (:

Tobirama gripped his phone, internally debating.

-Can you? Don't you have homework?

-It's finished already

-Only if I'm not interrupting anything.

-I'm meeting a friend at the square later, but after I'll go over (:? I can get a taxi.

-Don't. I'll wait for you, I have to grade exams anyway.

-Ok! Sounds like a plan

-See you.

She didn't respond, and vaguely he wondered who she could be meeting at the square — a communal area for the students to study and eat, but he didn't worry about it for too long. Hashirama was picking up Toneri from school today, so it left him some breathing room to gather his thoughts in the comfort of his office for a few hours and give him time to search for Mei.

xox
Tokyo Medical University

Sakura was panicking.

For hours now she dreaded getting ready for her alleged date, but she didn't consider it a date — she made it abundantly clear it wasn't a date. Itama finagled her into having dinner with him as an apology for running into her and nearly breaking her arm, and she profusely declined until he pouted and told her it wasn't a date — just two friends going to eat. That placated her enough, so she accepted.

Except some self-inflicted guilt still ate at her thinking this was wrong.

So she went home, took her birth control and decided to get ready early.

Either way, she would be seeing her sensei later and she wanted to be presentable.

Arriving to the square in a simple cherry colored sweater and shorts, she spotted the two-toned mop of hair atop the lively face of Itama. He was standing tall, talking amicably with a group of undergrads like herself — his face lit up the room. Unlike that of his stoic temperamental brother that she fell in love with, he seemed to be the perfect blend of both Tobirama and Hashirama — a seriousness in life when he needed to accomplish things, and the jovial, infectious personality that everyone loved about Hashirama.

He spotted her from across the room and said his goodbyes before walking over, "ah, it's the most beautiful girl on campus!"

Itama pulled her into a hug, and everyone's eyes in the cafe' trailed after their councilman and burned into her skin. Sakura blushed mad, the heat quickly rose to her face and she suddenly tugged away, "you can't just say that!"

He gave her a peculiar look, "why not? It's the truth."

"Not with everyone looking!" she shushed him, feeling the eyes of her peers watch their every move. Whispers started to echo, and he noticed the discomfort on her face.

"Let's go eat," he suggested, leading her to a quiet corner.

Oddly enough, it was the same corner seating that she normally chose when she wanted a quiet place to study, and she sat herself down where nobody could see her. Itama sat across from her, charm rolling off of him in waves.

"So you know my aunt?" he began, waiting for the waitress.

"Yeah — I'm her apprentice."

He whistled, "that's rare! I remember the last apprentice she had left back home in tears. My aunt can be a little… tough," he laughed, thoroughly impressed.

"I really like Tsunade-shishou, she's been very good to me. I'm not from Tokyo…So it's nice having someone care so much," Sakura explained, warming at the thought of her shishou.

"Well at least she likes you, it's hard to get through to her sometimes. But then again, she did always want a girl, so—"

"She says you're her favorite," Sakura cut him off and smiled at him — finding it incredibly easy to talk to Itama.

He winked, "that's not very hard. Hashirama enables her gambling and Tobirama…" he trailed off.

Sakura could see he didn't want to pry into deeper family matters, but Sakura already knew the points of contention in the tight knit family. At the mention of her sensei's name, goosebumps rose on her skin. "Is a brute?" Sakura teased.

Itama laughed harder than he should in the quiet cafe, and he had to hold his side to reign himself in, "that's the word. I forget that you've acquainted with my whole family in some way or another. You're taking human physiology with him, right?"

The aspiring doctor nodded and bit the inside of her cheek, before the heat could warm her face at the innocent insinuation, the waitress came over and took their order. Ordering an iced tea for herself, she almost missed the pout on Itama's face, "I promised to pay for your dinner, Sakura-chan — please."

So instead she ordered soup.

Itama raised his brow once their food came, but found it endearingly cute as she quietly ate in front of him, blowing on her spoon to cool off her soup. He wanted to know more about the quiet transfer student he ran into earlier that day. "Do you like my brother's class?"

She visibly perked at the question, like a light went off around her and she beamed, "I do! He's a really amazing Sensei."

Confused by her answer, most students he knew that took his brother's course loathed it, "really?" he chuckled, taking a bite of his sandwich, "that's an unusual answer. Most people say he's too difficult."

"Most people aren't me," she answered automatically before realizing she sounded horribly stuck up. Blushing, she half-expected him to be giving her a glare, but instead he paused in his eating and smirked — all too similarly to her sensei when he found her interesting.

And Itama's interest was piqued by the peculiar pinkette.

Sakura couldn't help but realize how much more similar Itama was to Tobirama.

They were nearly the same in the face.

Where Tobirama's face was sharper and more severe, Itama's was lighter — but their lips and nose were identical. Itama held the same warmth as Hashirama's honey colored eyes, but he was a different type of handsome all by himself, and Sakura hated that she saw Tobirama in another individual. It made her stomach flutter happily.

"You're interesting, Sakura-chan — I like you," he declared and leaned closer to her over the table. He reached forward and brushed a loose piece of hair off of her face in their quiet corner.

Sakura stopped eating and set down her spoon, eyes widening by his light touch, "….Itama-senpai?" she squeaked.

xox

Tobirama finished grading early and the rumbling of his stomach forced him to leave his office. Since he would be taking Sakura to his house, he might as well grab her a bite to eat all well. Toneri enjoyed the muffins at the Square, so he wanted to grab a few of those. And after, he could wait in his office until she was done.

Little could shock the weary professor, and in the past week he did more to unravel his life than ever before — but he truly didn't expect to feel the sharp jab of jealousy that gutted him when he walked up to the square and saw his pink haired student sitting across his brother through the window.

Itama's fingers were brushing against her face, and Sakura was giving him the same look that she gave him.

That innocent, doe eyed look with her lips parted.

Tobirama's jaw clenched, and the smug look on his brother's face was enough to make his stomach curl in annoyance.

Did she do this with all the males in her life?

They didn't look like friends amicably talking.

They looked like they were on a date.

Sakura looked away from his brother, hiding a bashful smile and drawing her hand to where Itama touched her face.

His red eyed narrowed, remembering Sakura naked and sprawled out on his bed after he fucked her — except the image of her and his brother served to sicken him. Realizing he looked like a creep watching two students through the window, Tobirama geared himself to obstruct his brother's little "date."

He would pay them a little visit.

Truly, he had all intent and purposes to make it abundantly clear to his womanizer of a little brother that Sakura had already been in his bed, but the large wall of their strict Student-Teacher relationship prevented him from saying anything of the sort.

So instead, he walked up to them and behind Sakura. When Itama's eyes landed on him, the younger brother's face fell — clearly disappointed, making Tobirama inwardly smirk.

When he arrived, Itama nearly jumped up to greet his brother, "Onii-san! I didn't know you stayed on campus this late?"

Sakura froze in her seat, heart dropping to her stomach when she felt the familiar presence of her sensei standing right next to her.

'Oh no, this is bad.'

"S-sensei?" Sakura shot up and hid her hands behind her back and bowed.

"Haruno-san," he greeted coldly.

When their eyes met, Tobirama's cold expression towards her made her throat dry.

"I decided to stay and get some work done before I pick up Toneri at Hashi's," he answered his brother.

Itama frowned, "is he upset that I couldn't make it to Mito's birthday? I had so many meetings—"

"Save it for Tsuna, she was more upset than Hashirama, to be honest I think he forgot you were supposed to come."

"Right, ouch, " Itama sighed, "oh! I didn't mean to be rude! Sakura-chan — Tobi is my older brother."

"We've met before," Tobirama cut in, "she's also my student, but I had the pleasure of meeting Haruno out of class at the dinner you missed," he emphasized distinctly enough for her to catch.

The clear innuendo made her back tickle in shame.

Sakura looked away, unsure of how to handle this situation. She prayed that she wouldn't start blushing in front of Itama and blow their cover, but she couldn't figure out if Tobirama was upset with her or not.

"Now I'm more upset I didn't go," Itama let his eyes sweep unforgivingly over Sakura, and it made Tobirama glare at his brat of a brother.

"—Well Tobi, if you'll excuse us and let us get back to our date—"

"It's not a date!" Sakura snapped, edging on anger if she could muster it before turning to Tobirama to explain. "Itama-senpai ran into me with his bike this morning and insisted that he take me out to eat as an apology," she explained rather quickly.

Itama pouted, but wondered about her quick defense to their date.

"Are you alright?" Tobirama questioned her, nearly ignoring his brother.

Sakura nodded, "yes, Sensei."

Tobirama turned to his brother, "you need to be careful. It isn't becoming of a member of the student council to injure another student," Tobirama's sharp, reprimending voice made Itama suck in an irritated breath.

"Yes, Onii-san."

Satisfied with his time here, the professor decided to take his leave, "I'm leaving, don't forget to call our aunt, Itama."

"Yes, Onii-san," Itama bit out again, hoping to end this discussion.

"Sakura," Tobirama flicked his gaze towards her a second longer, but seemed visibly more relaxed than when he first arrived, which calmed the young student, "don't forget to study for the exam on Thursday."

Bidding them both goodbye, Tobirama left the two and bought Toneri a muffin.

On his way out, he felt the curious, wanting gaze of his pinkette before she returned her attention back on his brother.

Once outside, he turned to face the two sitting across from each other again. Itama was laughing and Sakura held a small smile, and it suddenly crossed him that they looked like a normal, young couple enjoying dinner together. He watched them for a minute longer, Sakura was obviously keeping her distance — and it was sort of humorous how she quickly nulled any notion that they were on a date, which actually calmed the raging storm that he found himself in prior to confronting them.

Still.

They looked normal.

He tried to envision Sakura nd himself out in public having a simple dinner without the problems that came with their relationship. They couldn't be seen out together, and if they got caught he would lose the last security in his life.

He loved his job, and he loved Toneri.

He was risking both for his beautiful student, and it irritated him that they didn't have the freedom to do such things — but that's how it had to be for now.

When his phone rang and Toneri animatedly asked when he would be getting picked up, Tobirama decided to leave. Sakura would be safe enough to walk to her dorm, and if Itama were any type of gentleman, he would walk her back.

He needed time to think again.

She had the opportunity to be with any other male her age, and he was taking that from her.

Though, there was always a level of selfishness he recognized within him.

Was it wrong to be mad at his brother for taking Sakura on a date?

It was, but he didn't care.

He still wanted her.

xox

Sakura had never been walked back to her home before, well not really.

Naruto didn't count.

She missed him, and in the shadow of the student councilman where people waved and stopped Itama to bring up different projects and things that needed to be done every twenty steps, it was odd that she chose now to think of her rambunctious friend. Her heart physically ached at the thought of him. Naruto would follow her home for years no matter how much she protested — the fond memories made her smile to herself.

When they finally reached the quiet stretch to her dorm, Itama rubbed the back of his head in guilt, "sorry about all of that — I know it's rude."

"Don't worry about it, you have a lot of responsibilities," she commented politely.

Itama glanced down at the pretty girl walking next to him, "I'm really surprised I haven't met you yet, Sakura-chan — did you join any clubs? I'm sure I would have seen you somewhere—"

Sakura almost missed what he said, her thoughts drifted from Naruto to Tobirama — half wondering why he left, "oh! Well I don't really go out that often, so that's probably why."

She hated talking about her lack of friendship. It was a difficult spot in her life, and loneliness clung to her like a hungry snake - so it was a wonder she was out at all right now.

They were at the font steps of her dormitory, glowing faces under the lantern street lights.

"Well, why not?"

Sakura bit her lip, eyes averted, "I…Don't really know many people here. Plus with my overload on classes and homework, it's almost impossible to make friends."

He could sympathize with that. It was hard making friends in the city — their amicable conversation after his brother left was filled with tidbits of information, more like him prying into her life, but he was so fascinated he couldn't help himself. "Then it'll be my pleasure to introduce you to some people here! I know I pushed this dinner on you, but how about this weekend you come into the city with me and a couple of friends? I think you'll like them."

The thought of being the odd one out in a new group terrified her, but Itama was nice and welcoming — and she really did want to make friends. Everyday the loneliness ebbed and chipped at her wellbeing, so it was a golden opportunity.

"Yeah, I'd like to go," she finally decided, her mood suddenly airy and light. Looking towards her dorm, she moved to say goodnight — "thank you for dinner, I had a nice time."

"Nice meeting you, Sakura-chan." He wanted to hug her, he wanted to continue their conversation — but for the first time the humble and talkative young Senju couldn't find the right words to say. The bundle of nerves in his stomach made him question himself.

"Goodnight, Itama-senpai."

And then she left.

Unknown to him he reminded her eerily of his brother, and her thoughts were quickly swept away by her sensei.

xox

The next two days Tobirama ignored her text messages.

She messaged him that night, and he briefly text her goodnight and apologized for leaving — apparently Itama did walk her back to her dorm.

The fire of jealousy in his chest was churning his will that morning.

A level of clarity hit him last night, but this morning he hated the idea of Itama pursuing Sakura while he couldn't do anything about it. It didn't help that he tried calling Mei and her parents once again after Toneri questioned him that morning about his mom and he turned up with nothing.

That bitch was hiding from their son.

Her parents weren't at all concerned about her leaving, just for him to fix it for appearances sake. Whatever bullshit she was feeding her parents and job were none too concerned, especially considering her work told him she was on a temporary extended leave.

In short, he was in a shitty mood.

And for reasons beyond him, he didn't know why he ended up in the professor's lounge instead of his office where Madara came to sit across from him and chat.

Today wasn't his day.

"You're in a sour mood, did something happen?" Madara pried.

Tobirama shrugged him off, "too much has happened."

"We all told you not to get married, she was a snake —"

He lifted his eyes from his book and glared at the Uchiha, "Hashirama told you Mei left?"

Madara fixed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "there isn't much he keeps from me. Is there anything you need? I can help with watching Toneri."

For the first time in his life, Madara was being…Helpful. Usually they ended up in sideways snippets of underhanded arguments that revolved around Hashirama. Tobirama could count on one hand how many times Madara and him truly got along — but that usually involved a lot of alcohol before that.

"No. Thanks," Tobirama side-eyed the history professor.

Checking his watch, he decided to take his leave, "I better get to my next class."

Madara followed in pursuit, "I should head that way too."

IF it were in him, the Senju would have rolled his eyes.

They kept it to minimal small talk about his marital problems, and the bachelor of a history professor tried to give him advice about his divorce.

The irony of it all was too much for him.

Trying to keep his cool, Tobirama spotted a flash of pink in the corner of his eye. Knowing the signular head of pink on an intimate level, the professor turned to see Sakura walking by herself to her next class, books pressed to her chest. She was wearing her uniform and thigh-highs that hugged her toned legs, and something within him stirred at the sight of her.

Blocking Madara's incessant chatter, he watched her disappear into one of the buildings, snapping out of it when Madara put a hand on his shoulder, holding in a small chuckle.

"You poor fool, you shouldn't check out your students, Senju," Madara snarked.

Tobirama blinked and resumed his walk, thoroughly embarrassed, "I wasn't."

"You're a horrible liar," the Uchiha teased, "you always have been. Though I don't blame you, she's a pretty little thing."

The statement drenched him in cold water, and Tobirama stopped in his tracks to give Madara a glare, "don't say that."

Madara shrugged, hands stuffed in his pant pockets, "she's my student as well. And I'm a man with eyes, it isn't hard to see she's a beauty. Eye catcher too with her hair…I wonder if she's pink down there, too."

His fist clenched, and overwhelming need to protect her honor surged, if he could punch the slimy Uchiha he would have, "we shouldn't be speaking of students like this, you lech."

This made the dark haired male laugh, "I can't speak of her, but you can fuck her with your eyes? You're a liar if you tell me you haven't thought of her bent over in that small skirt at least once."

Tobirama burned with shame, because he did far more than just think of her.

The memory of his cum leaking out of her passage derailed him.

Madara slung an arm around Tobirama, smirk sharp on his face, before taking his leave he said, "don't worry — I won't tell anyone. Just keep it in your pants, kid."

Tobirama was left standing alone on his way to class, throughly annoyed and cursing this awful day to hell.

xox

Sakura was all nerves.

He hadn't texted her back the morning, and it made her rethink her decision to say yes to Itama. Clutching her books to her chest, the pinkette warily entered Tobirama's classroom to see the usual early students — but he was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until the class was bustling and completely full that Tobirama entered, sour look on his face. The group of students collectively sighed, knowing that he would be in a bad mood and would no little patience for their incompetence.

Even sitting towards the back, Sakura tried to catch his attention, but like the many weeks before this — he didn't pay her any attention. He didn't call on her to answer questions, and everytime his eyes swept over the room they completely bypassed her.

It was like nothing happened between them.

Part of her worried it was because of her dinner with Itama, but she clearly explained to him what happened and he seemed ok? Her anxiety was getting the better of her — did she do something wrong? Did he think they should stop seeing each other? Did his wife come back?

So many things could factor into his blatant ignoring, andshe calmed herself and decided to pay attention after worrying half the class. She would just talk to him after.

Tobirama didn't like ignoring her.

He could see her trying to catch his attention, but he couldn't risk his job more than he already did. They needed to keep a strict student-teacher relationship facade in public, although he could feel her disappointment as class waned on further.

Plus, he was unsettled.

At the sight of her, something oddly primal bristled like a tiger prowling in a cage.

Madara's words from earlier pissed him off — not just because it came from that damn Uchiha, but because the truth of the matter was that he was a middle aged man that had sex with his student who was so innocent that she didn't see the eyes that followed after her and the different males that wanted her.

For the first time in his life, he was jealous.

Jealousy wasn't attractive, but the image of her and his brother looking like a normal couple made his stomach coil and his jaw clench.

To contain himself from the horrid thoughts that were getting in the way of him focusing on his lecture, he decided to ignore her.

When class ended, he quickly left to his office and didn't spare her a glance back. He was still unsure if they should continue, he was taking advantage of her kindness and she didn't deserve the truck load of baggage he came with, but he knew a sick part of him couldn't let go.

By the end of class, Sakura was panicking.

Biting her lip to stop herself from overreacting, she wondered if it was a good idea to go to his office.

Deciding to stuff her worry aside, she pulled down her skirt and tucked her hair behind her ear before gripping her books and walking to his office. The other students cleared out, and she wound her way through the halls until his large oak door tucked in the corner beckoned her forward. Blood pounded to her ears from her nervousness, and she hated the way heat rose to her neck - as if they didn't already make out in here before.

Knocking on his door, she wasn't prepared for the stiff, "come in," that followed.

Hesitantly, Sakura entered — "Sensei?"

Tobirama was sitting at his desk, his face a mix of frustration and annoyance.

At the sight of him, her chest fluttered happily, "Is everything ok?" she asked softly, slowly making her way up to him.

"Sakura, sit down," he commanded, still refusing to look at her.

She sat down instantly in the chair in front of his desk, skirt lifting as she put her book bag to the side and crossed her legs, "what is it…?"

She didn't want to know the answer.

Tobirama was struggling to gather himself. He wanted a fucking cigarette, he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, trying to find the right words.

"Are you mad at me?" Sakura pressured, leaning forward in her chair. Her brows furrowed in worry and her lips parted, and he lifted his gaze to memorize the curvatures of her face.

She was killing him.

She was unraveling his hard demeanor in a matter of days.

He felt entranced.

"No, I'm not," he bit out, noticing the way her skirt lifted to reveal more of her teasing thighs.

"Then why are you ignoring me?" she insisted, putting her hands on his desk, "you told me all those things the other day…And now you're ignoring me. If you're upset about my dinner with your brother — I swear—!"

She could ramble, he noticed.

Another small, endearing tidbit he was starting to love.

"Stop," his deep voice stalled the words in her throat, and she didn't know how to react.

All he could think about was what Madara said.

He was losing himself to the fine line of their forbidden relationship.

But he wanted her.

And he hated himself for it.

He hungrily craved her, and now that she was sitting in front of him he craved all of her. He wanted to devour her and leave her gasping for breath and crying for a release. It was wrong, and he should know better. He wanted her attention and her support, she was his and he wanted her to know that.

"S-Sensei?" Sakura noticed the way he looked at her, it was the same look her gave her the other night. It was the look Itama briefly gave her, it was the look that made her thighs clench and a new, insatiable heat rise between her legs. She could see the mental battle he was having, and she realized why he was struggling. She bit her lip, trying to gain the bravery to ease his worry. He was a kind man, and she could see he didn't want to drag her along further - but she was too far gone to care.

Tobirama took a steadying breath, trying to regain his composure.

He couldn't do this to her.

He cared about her, and all the things he said were true — but he couldn't justify his selfish desires and push them on an impressionable student.

While battling his own demons, he missed Sakura standing up and slowly rounding the desk. He missed the tempting, coy flicker in her eyes, and he didn't notice she was standing next to him until she was leaning on his desk — skirt flipping higher than normal.

When he opened his eyes, he watched her sit on his desk and face him, biting her fucking lip like the little minx she was. His breath hitched and his pants tightened when lustful film covered her eyes and she slowly, daringly, opened her legs for him.

Fuck.

She knew he wanted her.

She knew he was struggling to stop himself.

And yet she was offering herself.

Sakura slipped her hand down her thigh, inching it closer to where her stockings hugged her thighs and trailed her fingers back up to the hem of her skirt. Tobirama had a front row seat to her puffy pink nether lips, covered by her pink panties. He was transfixed, and her lustrous scent filled his nostrils, he was a man gone.

"S-sakura," he choked, he needed to stop her. "I…I won't stop if you keep going," he threatened darkly, his hands shakily grabbing her thighs. His thumbs pressed into the meat of her skin, and he sucked in a breath when she shifted, pushing her legs open further.

"Maybe…I don't want you to stop," she murmured coyly. Her heart was terrorizing her chest, and she had never put on a promiscuous attitude, but she wanted him to get out of his head.

The heat was beginning to throb, and she wanted the feel of him inside of her again.

She reached downward and gripped his face to look up at her from his seat, "…I want you, Sensei."

He leaned forward and hissed, his face pressed between her soft breasts, her feet were planted on his chair — anybody could walk in, but he couldn't find it in him to care.

Tobirama snapped.

The struggle with his pit of jealousy and want for this damnable girl and her ability to tease him without even trying brought forth something innately possessive within him. He tugged at her shirt, popping the buttons to her white uniform top, revealing her breasts hugged tight by her bra. He palmed her breasts and lifted her bra, sweeping her away with a harsh, dominating kiss. Her pink nipples hardened with his touch, and as he seared her lips with a bruising kiss, he tugged on her nipples, earning him a generous mewl from the gorgeous pinkette.

"You're fucking beautiful, Sakura," he breathed roughly, pulling away to memorize the flush of her cheeks and exposed chest.

At the sight, he growled low in his chest and pulled her forward, she yelped as he situated her on his lap. "Bend over," his deep voice commanded.

Sakura bit her lip, awkwardly leaning over his knees, "like this?" she murmured.

"No," he corrected her and tugged her so she was bent over on her belly over his knees, supporting herself with her hands on his desk, ass high in the air. His bulge pressed into her tummy, and her eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do.

"W-wait, Sen-?!" she blushed scarlet, the cool air tickled her inner thigh and exposed rear.

His hand skimmed over her round ass, entranced by her plump rear and creamy thighs. He lifted her skirt until it was hiked by her hips, "I love your ass," he growled, a man possessed.

Sakura shifted and wiggled her butt, "Sensei, what are you—?"

He cut her off, "You like when men look at you, don't you?" he gripped an ass cheek in his large palm, leaving a temporary hand print when she pursed her lips.

"N-no, Sensei."

A loud slap! Echoed in the room.

His hand came down on her rear, and she bucked at the sudden pain from the intensity of his hand, "do not lie to me," he cut in darkly.

Sakura shuddered at the new sensation flooding her. Her thighs clenched as a throbbing flutter of pleasure made her wet. It felt…Good. "I'm not!" she whimpered, making Tobirama slap her ass again — Sakura yelped, the pain twisting into a sick pleasure.

"I said don't lie," he breathed, hand ghosting over her delicious rear, "you enjoy teasing me — the way you wear your skirt in my class is different than when you're out, don't? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" his deep, sultry voice made her shiver, and she wanted him to slap her again. In class, beyond her knowledge he could see up the steps and she would always keep her skirt hiked, teasing the eye by flashing her underwear from his vantage point at the bottom of the room.

Sakura couldn't think, he was so commanding and dark it made her skin tingle.

What was she becoming?

Her face was beat red, but she kept her face hidden and murmured her response.

"I can't hear you," he growled, ready to bend her over his desk and fuck her until she couldn't walk.

"Yes, I do! I wanted you to notice me," she wiggled her hips again, wanting him.

She would be the end of him.

"And wearing your skirt so I can see your panties in class is the way to do it?"

Sakura nodded.

"I can't hear you."

Slap!

"Yes!" she moaned, jolting and biting her lip, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" her delightful voice reminded him of honey. He could see she was eager for him, her slit was soaking through her panties — but he wanted to push her further. Her ass was a vibrant red now, his hand imprinted on her skin — but she was loving it.

"Sorry what?" he reminded her of the honorific.

"I'm sorry Tobirama-sensei," she corrected, voice dripping with sin.

He was sick, his cock twitched painfully in his pants with every move she made, and her responsive body was driving him insane, "you're mine, understood?"

Sakura stilled, trying to assess what he meant — and he carefully watched different emotions flicker over her face before she nodded her head, "yes, Sensei."

"Who do you belong to?" he reminded her.

"…You, Tobirama-sensei," she shifted her butt again, arching for him.

Sakura had never felt so daring. There was something completely different about her Sensei today than the other night at his home. He was open and vulnerable days ago, he was gentle — but this, this was different.

"Sensei," she pleaded, needing something.

"You're a bad girl, Sakura. You drive men like me insane."

She didn't say anything, she was throbbing now and the insatiable heat wouldn't go away.

"Am I your bad girl?" she headily whimpered.

Tobirama was almost floored she picked up their game so easily, "y-yes," he stammered roughly.

He noticed her heavy breathing and the way her thighs twitched, waiting for him to slap her again, "…do you like being spanked?"

Sakura eagerly nodded her head, urging her ass closer to his hand, "yes, daddy."

The word left her before she could stop it — and she felt him stop, momentarily stunned by the word.

I'm so dirty, I'm so dirty. He's going to hate me.

She watched it once on a porn video, and when she heard the girl screaming the simple word, it made her so wet she never forgot it.

Tobirama left his hand on her ass.

Fear suddenly gripped her, she was going to scare him away, and before she could try and explain herself, he slapped her ass again. It stung, and she moaned into the back of her hand, trying to bite down the pleading sob that wanted to escape.

Something in him broke. His cognitive functions stopped — because he saw red and lifted her from his lap. Pushing her over his desk, he lost his hand in the waves of her hair.

Fuck.

The word made him spiral. Precum stained his pants, and he used his free hand to unbutton his pants and unzip his fly to let his cock breathe. He pressed it into her thigh, hissing at the contact of her skin — curling his hand in her mane and tilting her neck back, arching for him , "say it again," he snarled, words constrict.

Sakura physically ached. She was shaking, her passage was twitching for contact, and the sound of his zipper made it throb, "Daddy, please," she whimpered.

"Sakura—" his voice shook, he grabbed his length and probed it at her entrance, he lifted her skirt to sit around her waist and he pushed her panties to the side.

She pushed against his length, slicking his head with her juices — she couldn't take it anymore. She weakly gripped onto his desk when his hand found it's way to her neck, craning her back towards him, "who do you belong to?"

He had to hear it.

Because he was going to make sure he was imprinted on her and ruined her for any other men that came after.

"You, Daddy."

Fuck me.

Tobirama hilted her, his large length stretched her to the brim again, and Sakura threw her head back — her loud moan filling his office.

If he were a weak man, he would have cum right then.

He hissed and gave her a second to adjust to his girth, "do you want me to fuck you?"

After a few of long, delirious moments when both student and teacher were able to think through the haze of their lust, Sakura mewled — wiggling her hips, "yes—!"

Her professor grabbed her hips and started to slip out of her, only to ram into her again. Her eyes fluttered at the intensity of his need — and he didn't relent. Sakura barely had time to recover when he thrusted into her again, reaching a spot in her that had her seeing white.

Tobirama set a brutal pace. Her walls were still adjusting to his length, and she bit her lip as the pleasure and pain intermingled and built in her abdomen.

"Oh my god, Daddy yes!" Sakura cried after he hit her g spot, clinging onto his desk. Her sweet moans sounded like an orchestra to him, and her pitch got higher with each thrust. The small part of his remaining rationale realized they didn't lock the door, and at any minute another professor or student could walk in after hearing them. To silence her, he clamped her mouth with his large hand, and she sang into his skin — her moans muffled and the slapping of their skin meeting drove him insane.

She was tight, and she hugged his length like a glove — he could feel himself spiral.

Sakura popped one of his fingers into her mouth, smirking to herself when he huffed and groaned low in his chest. Her tongue swirled around the digit so Tobirama hooked his finger in her mouth — pulling her back further. Tobirama moaned low and hissed, losing himself to her responsive body and the gentle girl he was madly fucking in his office.

Her ass was glorious — it bounced with each thrust, her soft skin was a bright red with the contact of their skin "shit-!"

"Mmf-Harder, Daddy!" Sakura pleaded.

Tobirama growled, spreading her legs further with his thigh and hilted her.

"Ah— yes!"

Her walls sucked him in like a vice, and when he left her — her tight cunt gripped him like a glove, refusing to let him. His eyes rolled back, and he arched her further, sinking himself into her - he was so fucking close.

Sakura couldn't think, the only thing she could process was his length buried deep inside of her. Her body shuddered and she feebly tried to anchor herself to reality. Her body was lit with the essence of him. His virile sounds were all she could hear — and bent over his desk where anybody could walk in sent a sick thrill straight to her core.

"Daddy!" she muffled around his finger.

Tobirama let go of her mouth and curled his hand into her hair to crank her neck back.

Completely arched and exposed for him, Tobirama fucked her harder — earning him a series of pleading cries, "cover your mouth," he grunted.

Sakura barely managed to silence herself — it was too much. She couldn't take it much longer. Each time his hips met her butt, it felt like he was going to break her. Tears pricked at her eyes, and she squirmed beneath him when he pulled on her hair. This intensity was something she had never experience before, and his dominating aura paralyzed her body to the desk.

"Mmf!" she sniveled.

She could feel the coil about to burst — she felt his member engorge inside of her — "I'm gonna-!"

He was frantic.

Sakura managed to possess him and bring out something animalistic that he couldn't explain. Her lithe body was perfect, and he wanted her to know what she did to him. Her skin was tinged pink, and each time her velvet walls sucked him in, he felt his thighs begin to clench.

He wrenched her neck back and groped a breast.

Sakura turned her head to vaguely register his lips were pressed against her own, drowning out her sobs - and all he could taste was the gushing flavor of cherries.

They both crumpled together.

"Yes, yes!" she moaned into his mouth, her body clenched when her orgasm hit. The severity of what he did to her made her body arch and her eyes roll back, she wasn't sure about what happened for the next few seconds. All she could do was feel.

Tobirama drove his cock into her once, twice — before her cunt milked him. He finished inside of her with a silent roar against her lips. They rocked into one another, his half-tame grunts tantalized him as Sakura mewled and panted beneath him. He couldn't let go, his length spurted deep inside of her as he kept her hips still, pining her to the desk to take his seed while he was left a hollow mess of a man.

Minutes could have passed before they came to.

It was Sakura shifting beneath him that made him open his eyes. Caging her body beneath him, he let go of her hair and panted — trying to regain his composure.

His seed dripped down her thigh, and she bit her lip — the air was different, the intensity of his need dwindled with the ferociousness of their orgasm, and she loved the feeling of him deep inside of her. It was so intimate it warmed her entire body, and she knew whatever worries he had before would be gone.

Tobirama let his forehead rest on her shoulder, and he gulped — ashamed of how forceful he was, "I'm sorry—"

Sakura giggled to herself, slowly turning so she could face him. Her hands went to either side of his face and she kissed him softly, "don't apologize, Sensei."

Almost in slow motion, their their eyes locked — and she knew they weren't finished.

A blanket of calm lust covered them.

Where a frantic lust ruled them before, their lips met again in a soft and ginger kiss.

Sakura pushed her professor so he could sit back in his chair. They broke away from their magnetic kiss so Tobirama could work his pants off until they pooled at his feet.

Their gaze didn't falter, and Sakura slowly straddled him, using the chair's legs as purchase to hold herself up.

The professor gently held onto her hips as her arms wrapped around him. Sensually, their mouths connected in a calm union, Sakura's adorable moans rooted him to his seat. She gently rolled her hips, her slit sliding against his hardened shaft.

Pulling from their kiss, their mouths were left open in awe of one another, soft breaths of air escaped them, and he allowed his head to lull back on the chair when she guided his length into her passage again. He filled her completely, and the young student whimpered when he touched that deep spot within her.

Steadily, Sakura eased on and off of his length — allowing them the brevity and sensitivity to truly enjoy each inch of his member to sink into her.

She kept her pace slow, delighting herself the emotions that bubbled in her chest. This was intimate, and she felt like her heart would burst as he looked at her face in wonder — sharing gentle kisses.

Tobirama did nothing but hold onto her hips and watch her mesmerizing body work herself on him. He would pulse himself steadily into her, and neither gave a care to the outside world or the potential risk of what they were doing.

Their foreheads touched when she picked up speed, soft echoing moans danced around him when she bounced on top of him. Her thighs clenched and she bit her lip to stop herself from making too much noise. Gripping her butt, he gripped onto her skin so she could eagerly ride him.

"Good girl," he purred into her skin, suckling on her neck to add to the collection of love bites that were fading from the other night.

Their bodies rolled into one another, and the slick sound of her passage drove him crazy.

Sakura didn't know if she could handle much more.

She loved him, she loved him so much.

It was selfish of her to want more from him with everything that was happening in his life — and she hated herself for doing this when he barely signed the divorce papers, but she couldn't help it. She was so lonely, and he provided her with a sense of warmth and home without even trying, and in the deep crevices of her soul she wanted to help him.

He made her happy.

She enjoyed seeing him happy.

So when he tenderly kissed his way up to her neck and finally their lips met — she broke.

A slow, budding sensation was blooming within her.

It was more intense than her previous orgasm — this…This was her heart.

Tobirama thrusted upwards into her, his light grunts against her bruised lips made him grip her skin — her bouncing body was heaven, and he felt something innately intimate that he never felt with Mei before.

"Ungh, Sensei!" she pressed into his mouth.

Their eyes met, a clash of red and sparkling green.

As their bodies uncoiled, they kept their eye contact when they came together.

Sakura's face prettily twisted as her walls convulsed around him, and he came again — but harder this time as he looked up at the most beautiful woman he ever met.

Like a pendulum, thunderous waves of pleasure hit their bodies in respective zones — and both were lost to the intensity of their peak.

He came inside of her, Sakura kept her hips grounded to him, panting as the ebbs of her orgasm slowly dulled her senses.

She wanted to cry out of happiness, but held it in.

Tobirama could do little but try and gain a sense of his reality.

Seconds ticked by when he wrapped his arms around her and kept her close to him, still yearning her touch.

"I'm obsessed with you," he admitted throatily, this realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

The pinkette smiled to herself, trying not to cry, "and I love you," her voice broke, and he instantly looked up at her to see her shying away from him to hide her unshed tears.

Panic set in the professor, thinking he did something wrong, "why are you crying?"

Her lip trembled, and he physically ached seeing her trying to hide her pain, "it's nothing—" she smiled through her sadness, and fuck he wanted to fix evyerthing in her world if he could.

He never met a girl that cried as prettily as she did.

"Tell me," he gently urged, watching as a single tear slipped down her cheek.

"It's just— I didn't think I could love someone so much, and I feel so selfish because I know it's not something you feel, too," Sakura sniffled, trying to stop herself from the storm of emotion that threatened to engulf her.

He wiped her tear with his thumb, her admitting to this killed him because he wanted to save her from his answer — but he wasn't a liar, "don't cry. You're too perfect to cry over an old man like me," he admitted, "do you know what you're doing to me, Sakura?"

Sakura looked at him, taking a deep breath to shake her head.

He kept her close to him, wanting her to understand, "I think about you constantly. You…Make my day better without trying. I want all of you, and you have all of me. With the bullshit that's been happening — you and Toneri are the only things that make me happy."

Her eyes widened.

To even be comparable to his son made her chest flutter happily — "I do?"

Tobirama cracked a warm smile — his stoic and usually severe face could have so much more emotion it astounded her, "you do. And I want to take you on a proper date," he kissed her to subdue her sadness, and she finally smiled, happy tears squeezing out of her eyes.

"But…What if someone sees us?" she questioned, thinking they would never have a normal date, or that he would want to take her on a date.

"I don't care," Tobirama answered, "there's a carnival in town by Tsuna's house this weekend — and I was hoping you would go with me?" He didn't normally feel shy around women, but even as he was still inside of this damned pinkette, he felt like a shy kid again.

The brightest smile lit up her face and she threw her arms around him again, "yes! I would love to!" she hugged him and pressed her face into his neck, inhaling his calming scent. Her excitement for his time made him chuckle, and he ran his fingers through her silky hair, wondering what he was getting himself into.

Tobirama didn't care to think about it right now, he just knew it felt right.

And just like that, she managed to turn his day around.

When she left fixing her panties and her skirt — having to borrow a handkerchief to wipe his seed from her inner leg since he had two more classes today, he smirked to himself, proud.

He watched her disappear beyond his door and felt...Really happy.

xox

For the rest of the day, all the professor could think about was Sakura.

It was unhealthy, and he tried calling Mei six more times — but nothing.

He knew he would need to make a call to the police, but it was so clear she purposely left it wouldn't matter what they did — they wouldn't waste time trying to look for a woman who claimed to everyone else beside their husband that she was going on an extended trip.

Fucking Mei.

When he arrived home, Itama and Toneri were in the front yard spectating different insects, and when his car pulled up Toneri whipped his head in his direction and bolted towards him once he parked. Not a second after getting out of the car, his son threw himself into his arms, laughing and hugging him as Tobirama showered him in kisses.

"He sure does get excited to see you," Itama laughed, walking up to his older brother.

"You'll understand when you have kids," Tobirama held Toneri and grabbed his bag from his car, "thanks for picking him up today — I got caught up at school."

Itama waved him off, "don't mention it, Nii-san. I know it's hard right now for you, and besides I love my nephew."

They walked into his house, and Toneri ran off to go show Tobirama something he made at pre-school, leaving the two brothers alone. Itama grabbed his school bag, shying away clearly thinking about something — which usually meant something was bugging the kid or his head was in space. Tobirama picked up on his brother's mind set when they were kids, and being intuitive already — he could read his brother like a book. Itama had always been severely shy and small up until high school when he found his place among the student council and other academically focused peers. And when he hit his growth spurt, their youngest brother gained the confidence of a world leader overnight.

"What is it?" Tobirama pressured, setting down his things on the table.

"Hm? Oh, I'm just thinking of something…" he drifted, face lighting up.

Tobirama raised a speculative brow, "well are you going to tell me or just stand there?"

He walked away to the kitchen, and Itama followed after him, and he could feel the happiness roll off of him, "well…I wanted to know what you thought of Sakura-chan?"

The older male stopped mid-step, his body doused in cold water at the question.

He chose his reaction carefully, trying not to remember himself fucking her in his office earlier, "…why?"

"Because I really like her, Nii-san. Our date wasn't really a date…But I can't stop thinking about her! Obaa-chan loves her — but I wanted to know what you think, too."

It was odd hearing this from Itama considering that this kid normally dipped himself into most girls before getting over them, and he stirred at the idea of Itama truly pursuing one of the only things keeping him sane in his life.

"…What do you like about her?" Tobirama measured his words, and he sat down at the kitchen table — his bills a mountainous peak in the corner that he needed to get situated.

"She's really funny once you get her to talk comfortably, she's intelligent — Family oriented, and she wants to be a surgeon. I've never met a girl quite like her…She's not from Tokyo so maybe that's why. I'm just tired of the girls here."

Tobirama agreed on all ends of his brother's infatuation, and it made his stomach curl knowing what he knew so intimately about the girl his brother was talking about, "then why don't you pursue her? You don't need my opinion—"

What the hell am I saying?

Mentally berating himself, he almost missed the downward look of his younger brother, "I think she's interested in someone else."

Tobirama froze — fear suffocating him. He looked at his brother, and Itama sighed wistfully, "it makes sense, I can only imagine who it is."

A pregnant pause placated the room, Itama was sure his brother was bored by now hearing him spew about a girl when he had his own issues with Mei right now.

Tobirama wrestled with his demons in deciding what to say. Part of him knew encouraging Itama would only make things more difficult for them in the future, but the other part of him that wanted to selfishly keep her for himself sparked the heat that rose to his face.

He couldn't do it.

"Don't talk to her."

The look on his brother's face was the first step into knowing about their exonerated relationship.

That look.

And he realized what he said too late, because the words were said before he could stop them, "ask her on a proper date," Tobirama finished — hating himself.

"…And bring her flowers."

Author's Note:
Phew! That took me a while to write.
But yes, I'm still alive everyone - I'm not on a hiatus, I promise. I apologize for the delay in the chapter - life has been getting in the way and I've been focusing on work. If I could, I would write every single day, but I can't.
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