Sasuke X Male Reader - Volume 1

The Tutor - ☁️

(M/N) (L/N), the star basketball player of the school. He may be good at sports, but academically... not so much. That's how I, Sasuke Uchiha, ended up associating with him despite not having any sort of interest in sports.

Apparently, his coach had threatened him of kicking him out of the team for the rest of his high school career if he didn't pick up his poor grades. That's why he hired me as his tutor. Now I'm not necessarily interested in socializing, but I needed the cash for college. So technically, it's easy money considering I have the best grades and I'm at the top of my class.

In our first session, he mentioned that he had never seen me on campus, which is understandable since I would rather be by myself whenever Naruto would leave me alone.

Over the next couple of weeks, (M/N) and I grew closer and we developed a friendship and even began flirting here and there. Naruto, who is also in the basketball team, mentioned that (M/N) would cancel plans with the team members so that we could hang out more.

One night just like any other, I came over to his house to tutor him. But this time, most of the team was there. (M/N) said that they would refuse to leave, claiming that they never hung out anymore but that our tutoring session could proceed. At first, everything was fine but then they started playing games and loud music so (M/N) couldn't focus and turn his attention to them and relax for a bit, but (M/N) refused to give in. Then, I came up with an idea that would help him focus and relax at the same time.

"Hey, (M/N), you have a basketball hoop in your garage, right?" I ask, pointing to the door that leads to his garage. He looks up from his textbook with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, why?" He asks.

"Come on, let's go. I have an idea." I say, placing a pen inside the textbook, closing it and picking it up. He nods and gathers the rest of his materials. Everyone else was too focused on their game that they didn't notice us leaving. We go to the garage and I place his textbook on a table. He places the rest of his things down and turns to me, awaiting my explanation.

"Okay, this is what we're going to do," I say, "For every 5 questions you get right, you get to play basketball for 5 minutes." He nods and places his hands on his hips, interested in what I was saying.

"But," I say, "For every one you get wrong, you have to watch me try to make a basket." He looks at me and crosses his hands over his chest.

"Have you ever even played basketball before?" He asks, raising his eyebrow once more. "You play, so it can't be that hard." I say, and open up his textbook once more.

"Alright, I'm game." He says, standing beside me. "Good."

"Wait." He asks. "What?" I say, turning to face him.

"If my reward for getting questions right is playing basketball, what's your reward for making a basket?" I shrug, not really caring for a reward. "Surprise me." I say.

We use this method for about 45 minutes, and I have yet to make a basket. Turns out, basketball is not as easy as it seems. He failed a question once more so it was my turn to attempt a basket. And for the first time ever, I finally made one. I smirk and turn around to face him.

"See, it wasn't that hard–" I couldn't even finish my sentence before (M/N) approached me and pulled me by the back of my neck, and into a kiss. I was shocked at first, but slowly melted into it. After a couple of seconds, he pulls away. I look at him shocked and dazed.

"W-what was that?" I ask. He smirks and places one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek.

"Your reward." He says, before pulling me into another passionate kiss.