My Workplace Lover

Chapter 1

"Hng!" I groaned, crying out as I felt a hand grip my hair and tilt my head back. "Shuh, we don't want people to hear us now, do we?" Naruto whispered into my ear, pressing me harder against the desk and thrusting into me roughly. "S- sorry s-sir," I moaned, but before I would say anything else he purposely hit deep inside me, cutting me off. "Good, sluts like you should be fucked and not heard," he said, and I just let out a whimper in response.

We may not have a romantic relationship, but we pretty much had an agreement to make each other feel good. Meaning that he degraded me. I love being called "slut," or "whore," etc. It just really turns me on. I meet with Naruto on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for our daily "hookups."

"Ah- ha- ha-" I moaned as Naruto bent down to lick the back of my neck, surprising me by biting down on my pale skin. "Ngh..." I heard him grunt, and I closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure rushed over me, and I came, just after Naruto who released inside of me. He pulled out straightening up and walking over to the other side of the room and grabbing a towel, tossing it to me. I had turned around and slid down the front of the desk, so I was sitting on the floor.

"You did great today," he said, walking over to me and grabbing my hand to help me up. I accepted it, gripping his wrist and letting him pull me up so that we were face to face, barely an inch apart. Naruto reached up and touched my cheek gently, making my breath hitch. "As always, you make me feel so, so, so good," with each word he said, he drew closer to my lips, his voice getting softer. He was about to kiss me when I turned my head and removed his hand from my face.

"Is that all for today, Mr. Uzumaki?" I asked, and he sighed. "Yes, that's all. Thank you, Sasuke, and please, call me Naruto," he replied. There was no need for a kiss. Our relationship was purely sex, and after we had both had our orgasm there was no need for kissing. I wiped myself off, grabbing my pants and slipping them on, then pulling my dark blue shirt over my head. "Have a nice day, Mr. Uzumaki," I said as I slipped my shoes on and left his office. I glanced back and saw him watching me, biting his lip just before the door swung shut.

I honestly felt kind of bad, but then I remembered that Naruto already has two other whores he fucks every day. I'm certainly his favorite, him seeing me three times a week and the other two men only once a week. I honestly don't mind, because sex with Naruto is really good. I don't care for the man much, other than his dick. I pressed the down button on the elevator, getting on.

Running Uzumaki Clothing is a big job. We make overpriced clothing and shoes and slap the "Uzumaki" logo on it and its automatically worth $70 more. One of the benefits of sleeping with the boss and working here is that nearly all my merch is free. If I need to get someone a gift? Bam. Uzumaki shoes. They love it.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Getting off as two people got on, I made my way to the front desk, where I work. I was just on my lunch break, but I was really hungry because instead of eating I was with Naruto. I pulled a sandwich from my bag under the desk and sat down, waiting until somebody needed help.

I turned on my computer, pulling up my game of solitaire. I reached into my bag again and pulled out an Advil so that I could walk to my car when it was time to go home. I was pretty much guaranteed to win this game of solitaire, I was nearing the end and I was almost done. My job was pretty boring for the most part. I just sat at this desk and directed people to where they needed to go, answered calls and questions.

"Ding!"

I looked up to see a pink haired woman ring the silver bell on top of the desk. She cleared her throat and I sighed. "Welcome, how can I help you?" I asked, and she raised an eyebrow at my ragged appearance. My hair was a complete mess and my shit was wrinkled, my tie wasn't even on and my top button of my shirt was undone. "Could you tell me where Mr. Uzumaki's office is? I have an appointment," she replied, and I nodded, glancing at Naruto's schedule.

"Sakura Haruno?" I asked, and she nodded. "Thats me."

"Alright. His office is on the top floor, and the elevator is right over there," I told her, and she nodded. Thank you, Mr..." she trailed off. "Uchiha," I finished for her and she smiled. "Thanks, Mr. Uchiha." She walked over to the elevator, getting on.

I sighed, turning back to my solitaire game, and, like I predicted, won.

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I hate Wednesdays. And Mondays. And Thursdays and Tuesdays. Really any day that I can't stay up late or sleep in. I pulled up into my driveway, I was driving home after work and was just ready to eat cereal and watch T.V until I fell asleep on the couch.

I got out of the car, locking it and opening my front door with my keys. I walked inside, stretched, and unbuttoned my shirt, just throwing it on the ground. I'll clean it up later. I walked over to the kitchen, stopping at the counter and just standing there for a second and running my hand through my hair before grabbing Cheerios and pouring them into a bowl. I almost forgot to add milk, but I grabbed it from the fridge and poured way too much into my bowl.

Flopping down on my couch I turned on my T.V and set my alarm for 6:00am so I could wake up on time for work tomorrow. 

(A/N: Waffles here! How are you guys? I know it's been a while since I've published anything, but here's the first chapter of a Narusasu! I'm going to try and keep the chapters around 1000 words, and... well yeah. I hope you like this story if it goes anywhere!)