Warning: This chapter contains 2 scenes with explicit content.

The first scene is marked with xxx and will end with xxx.

The second scene will start with xxxxx and will end with xxxxx.

A/N: This story is marked rated M, and we expect our readers to be responsible. Tyy and I don't condone minors reading or accessing explicit content. We know we have underaged readers, which is why we have the markers at the start and end of each scene and will write a short summary of what happened (regarding dialogue, thoughts, and feelings of the characters only).

We don't own Naruto/Boruto.

Sarada was still in a sleepy daze when she sat down on her chair. A full plate of breakfast and a mug of coffee was steaming to her left, calling out to be consumed. For once, she ignored the cup, because the person sitting in front of her was too hard not to look at.

His hair was messed up, still shirtless and wearing shorts. He didn't look half as sleepy as she did, though, as if he was up for at least an hour before she was. That made her cringe. Boruto did seem like a morning person. Always early to work and chipper.

Reaching for her coffee, she blew on it, the bottom rim of her glasses getting moist from the steam. It had the perfect shade of coffee brown and smelled delicious, however, the way Boruto woke her up was even tastier.

Sarada blushed and took a sip. She needed to wake the fuck up because even if this was real, she wasn't thinking things through. Just the gifts he got her for Secret Santa already got people talking and teasing, but they were easily dismissed with Shikadai explaining that Boruto had always been like that… to his sister, at least. Having the president say a word or two about easily made people shut up.

But the looks she got whenever she wore the bracelet or the necklace he got her were different.

Her close colleagues didn't seem to mind it, though. Even encouraged her to date him. Ha! Date. What a concept.

And yet, here he was, sitting in front of her. Having breakfast after staying the night.

Sarada choked on her coffee. Nothing happened. She had fallen asleep during the movie on the couch and wait… how did she wake up in bed?

There was only one answer, and she coughed to clear her throat.

That was the second time he had carried her. When she was asleep and didn't have any control over the situation.

But when they were in his car, letting him hold her hand… She had control then, didn't she? She shouldn't have let him hold her like that, or kiss her hand and sleep in her apartment.

But she did. And truth be told… she liked it.

Wanted more of it.

Was that bad?

Surely.

Was she going to do it again?

One-hundred percent.

Taking a longer sip from her drink, she thought about how he woke her up. The feel of his mouth on her skin, and the way he kissed her lips so softly. The tips of her ears burned and she put the mug down.

Perhaps it wasn't Boruto Uzumaki who liked her. Maybe it was the other way around.

It was a dangerous game she was playing, one wherein whoever falls in love first, loses.

Sarada was a sore loser. She's confident she wouldn't be the first to cave.

Who followed her home? Boruto.

Who asked to stay the night? Boruto.

Who sent her an invitation for just a kiss (still a load of bullshit)? Boruto.

Even if it all pointed to him, as the coffee sobered her up and woke her common sense that had apparently been asleep since day 1 of Boruto's time as Marketing Director, she still couldn't deny she had a hand it letting all happen.

Okay. She let it all happen. But it's not because she liked him.

He's hot, yes. Smart? For sure. Funny? Definitely. Sweet? As fuck.

Boyfriend material?

"I don't know," Sarada muttered out loud.

"What did you say?" Boruto looked up from his meal.

Fuck. She really did say that out loud. "Nothing."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I will," she smiled, picking her fork up. Perhaps it was better to think about these things when he left, which shouldn't be for too long. It's not like he had plans to stay with her the entire day, right?

Wrong.

It was already noon, and Boruto was asking her what she wanted for lunch.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Innocent question. She wasn't asking him to leave, but she genuinely wondered why he wanted to stay around. He was also taking a sick day, after all. It would be better to play sick in the comfort of your own home.

"Ouch. Overstayed my welcome already… and you haven't even tried to take care of me yet." Boruto pouted shamelessly.

"Oh," Sarada blinked. "That's not really what I meant…" She looked away. He really was clingy, but it made her wonder why he was to her. "I just thought you might want to go home to get some rest."

Unless… He was totally in love with her.

Sarada smirked. "Unless you'll miss me too much."

"Yeah… I doubt I could handle it." He said, hiding his cheekiness by continuing to pout.

Damn that pout. She wanted nothing more than to kiss it. Wait, no. Bad. No, Sarada. Don't go there. Even if she really wanted to.

She giggled and had him sit on the couch with her. They both haven't even changed out of their sleeping clothes yet, and honestly, Sarada didn't want to. It was starting to get cold, though. Perhaps slipping on a sweater would be best. "Again with pulling the baby act on me. It's not going to work all the time, you know? Fine, what do you want to have for lunch?"

"Hm… I'm not sure…" He trailed off with a sigh. "I think I have a taste for something… sweet."

The way he implied it made her roll her eyes. "And here I thought you were going to say me." She giggled, but quickly followed it with, "I know a good cake place that delivers."

"Nah… I don't think it's cake that I want… You're right. You sound better." He said teasingly while leaning close to her.

Even if he was joking, her heart started to flutter, thanking all the gods in the skies that they weren't in the office. "Don't let anyone hear you say that," she muttered. "For real, what do you want?"

Was she even talking about food, or what?

"Why don't you tell me what you want, Sarada?" He asked softly.

Her eyes lowered to his parted lips. "I honestly don't know," she replied, just as softly as he asked.

Totally talking about food.

"I'm sure you can think of something… and no matter what it is, I'll make it happen."

"Alright," she smirked. "Just one..." she leaned in closer to him, "kiss." Once their lips brushed, she meant to pull back right away. But it seemed like her body didn't want to stop there. At all. With a mind of its own, her arms came up to wrap around his neck, and she got up from the couch to straddle his lap, lips never leaving each other.

Boruto's hands eagerly went to her hips, sliding up and down her sides. No complaint to be heard from him about what she apparently wanted for lunch.

Her tongue slid out to lick his lower lip before biting on it lightly and pulling away. God. What was she doing? Whatever it was, it was good and she wanted more of it.

Sitting herself down on his lap, she was pleasantly surprised to feel his hardness on her sex, a gasp escaping her lips. She smirked. It looks like she wasn't the only one happy about their lunch choice. Kissing his cheek and working her way to his ear, Sarada grounded her hips down on him, feeling a pleasurable burn between her legs.

Boruto's fingers dug into her shorts and he allowed her to do as she pleased, though his hips moved beneath her on their own. "Sarada," Her name fell from his lips, quiet and deep and wanton.

Damn. She liked the sound of her name when he said it like that. She ground her hips on him again, moaning in the process. "Say that again," she whispered and then nipped at his earlobe

Boruto snorted and moved his head to get his lips at her neck. "Make me." He said, keeping his lips parted to trail them across her sensitive throat.

A mixture of a whine and a groan escaped her throat. Everywhere he planted kisses on her made her skin burn. "You said…" her breath was getting ragged. "I can have whatever I wanted for lunch."

"And you decided?" He asked breathily, grip on her hips tightening as his hips flexed under her and he nipped at her neck.

Even if she knew what she wanted, she wasn't going to let him win that easily. "What are my options?" Sarada placed her hands on either side of his face, capturing his lips for a kiss as she rocked her hips on his lap.

"Anything. Whatever you desire." He said he would make it happen… and he meant it.

xxx

Sex.

Fuck, what was the point of denying it now when they were both hot and bothered? He said she could have whatever she wanted, and that's exactly what Sarada wanted.

But would her pride even let her say it?

Boruto kissed her again, feeling a strong shift in the air. This time for sure, she wanted him and he intended to please her, give her everything she wanted. So, he didn't hesitate in slipping his tongue between her lips or letting her hands grope her pretty, plump ass. The softest whimper came from her and Boruto swallowed it up, his excitement getting the better of him until he needed to feel more. His hands raised to slip beneath the waistband of her soft, stretchy shorts, and under her panties as well. Within seconds, his fingers were between her legs, feeling between her wet folds.

"Hungry?" He pressed, nibbling on her lower lip while his index finger circled around the one place he wanted to be inside more than anything.

Her back arched and she swallowed a scream. Yes. "Starving."

Boruto groaned at that, the word coming out so unbelievably sexy it made his cock throb for her. "I can fix that." He breathed, rutting his hips under her steadily. He was so hard.

Sarada's hands scrambled to the edge of her camisole and pulled it off in one smooth movement. Nevermind that she was freezing earlier because it was getting way too hot for clothes in here. She lifted herself by her knees and pulled her shorts and panties off with ease, letting Boruto get a good look at her. Sarada even removed her glasses.

"Shit, Sarada…" Boruto couldn't hide his surprise or his elation. She was baring herself to him completely, giving herself to him, so he could have all of her, officially and he was not about to miss out.

"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to come and get dessert?"

"So eager." He mused, but oh, he liked it. "How about a snack first?"

Her head tipped to the side, hair falling across her chest. "For you or me?"

"You." He said, forcing her to grind down on him a little harder.

Sarada didn't bother to swallow her scream this time. "Boruto!" This wasn't fair, he wasn't playing fair. But if it would speed things up and have her turn, then fine.

He wasn't the only one who was good with their mouth, after all.

Her hands slipped down to his thighs as she slowly slid down to kneel on the floor, eyes never leaving his. Did he want to play? Oh, they're going to play. And he is going to lose.

Once her knees met with the carpet, Sarada stroked her way up to the waistband of his shorts and played around for a while before pulling them down, ever so slowly and pulled it off him.

She swallowed at the sheer size of him. Damn.

Her eyes flicked back to him, blue eyes hooded with pleasure and anticipation. A smirk formed on her face. Sarada wrapped her fingers around him and leaned closer, brushing her lips with his head, ever so lightly as she moved her hand halfway up and then down again, planting another featherlight kiss as she did. Her eyes flicked to his face again, enjoying seeing how much he was panting. "Just a snack, right?" Mischievousness glinting in her dark eyes.

"Sarada… don't tease me." He groaned, moving both hands into her silky black locks.

Sarada snickered at the sound of her name. She pressed her lips a little harder, tracing down to his base and then to his sack. She let her tongue peek out and licked the length of him all the way up and circled her tongue around at his tip. "I'm not teasing," she giggled. And proceeded to give small and quick licks around, moving her hand up and down as she went on.

Boruto was on the verge of losing his mind and she hadn't even taken him into her mouth yet, but everything she did felt so good and promised so much more. He was completely enraptured by the moment, totally mesmerized by the sight of her, naked and on her knees, pretty little mouth and pink tongue all over his dick.

Then, out of nowhere, as if to think the blissful experience, his phone started to ring.

"Ignore it." He rasped, speaking both to her and himself.

Her eyebrows shot up, but did as she was told, going back to painting teasing circles all over his dick. Just a little more and she would put it in her mouth, but the phone kept on ringing, refusing to stop. Sarada licked on, just as the phone kept on ringing.

She scoffed and glared at the phone on the side table. "Can you turn it off?" Mood swinging from aroused to pissed in less than a second. She was still on her knees, head between his legs, but her eyes were glaring at him.

"Okay." He sighed and grabbed his phone to silence it—yet somehow ended up answering the incoming call and gaping at his sister's face on the ID. What a way to kill his arousal. He panicked, knowing Sarada was going to be pissed, but Himawari couldn't catch him in such a situation, so he hung up on her. "Fuck."

"Who was that?" Sarada asked, arms resting on his thighs, lips dangerously close to his dick, but she made no move to get back on it again.

"Himawari." He huffed, glaring at the ceiling as his head lolled back on the couch. "She's going to call back any second."

And she did. The ringing sounded just as insistent as it did the first time and Sarada pouted at him, ruining the momentum.

The phone rang for a few more seconds, and both of them didn't speak a word until Boruto groaned and picked his phone back up to answer it. "Himaaaa," He whined. "What is it?"

Sarada's jaw slacked. He actually answered it! What a bitch. Her glare intensified and she crossed her arms across her chest as she listened to their phone call.

"You hung up on me!" Hima screeched on the other side. "How could you!"

"I'm sorry, okay. I'm in the middle of something. Just let me call you back in a bit."

In a bit? What was this, Diner Dash?

"What is so important that you had to hang up on me?"

Oh, the little angel sounded pissed, but so was Sarada. And Boruto made no move to hang up again, only stayed on the line and covered his face with his free hand, begging her to let him off the hook and that he'll call her back as soon as he can. Himawari was still insisting, and Sarada vaguely heard her asking Boruto to come to pick her up right away.

No way. Not happening.

Sarada got back up into position and wrapped her hand around his dick, looking at him with nothing but vengeance in her dark eyes. He is going to pay for this. In one quick movement, she swallowed him whole.

"Holy f—" His phone fell from his hand and dropped on the cushion next to him, but he quickly picked it back up. "Hima, I can't, go. Gotta go. Call later." Nothing was coming outright.

"If you drop this call I will hate you forever!"

She rolled her eyes and pulled off, only to take him in again, fondling his sack as she went.

"I'll make it up to you. Promise." He told her, attaining to keep his words steady and his breathing in check.

He was still on the phone… She wanted to take it slow, but it looked like he needed to learn a lesson with prioritizing the right things. Sarada pulled off and came in faster and deeper this time.

"I'm dying here, Nii-chan!" Himawari cried on the phone. "I'm dying and you won't come and help me!"

"You'll have to call mom this time. I really have to go! Kay, love you." He said in a rush and finally ended the call and let his phone go.

Fucking finally. The phone was gone, and Sarada started to slow down but stopped mid-stroke when his fucking phone rang again. Boruto cursed the stupid device and turned it on silent. He loved his sister, but even she wasn't getting in the way of this.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. It won't go off again." He assured her, hands gripping her hair as she let it go, calming down to continue her ministrations.

Two strikes were fine, but there better not be another. Slowing down and enjoying her snack, Sarada was finally getting into a good and steady rhythm. One that she and Boruto enjoyed. Sarada wrapped her fingers around his dick again, moving up and down as she twirled her tongue on his head again.

And then… his phone started vibrating.

Oh hell no. She swallowed him whole and went as deep as she could, nearly choking in the process. If he so dared touched his phone again, he was going to regret it. As Himawari put it, Sarada would hate him forever.

Boruto glanced down at his phone and groaned. "Fuck, it's my dad." He hissed, eyes darting back to the beautiful girl going down on him. "I should…" his words died on his tongue as she worked her mouth and hand in tandem, moving a little faster. Not much, but enough to have him not giving a damn who was calling.

The call died down, but a text went through. "Where are you?"

Boruto took a peek but ignored it, making Sarada feel like a winner. Finally. Got his priorities right, and for that, she would give him a reward. Steadily picking up her pace, working her mouth and hand in sync, pushing him over to the edge, just as he did to her on his desk. With the memory coming back to her, Sarada picked up the pace even more, finishing up her snack, wanting her meal next.

Despite Boruto's phone blowing up, vibrating with an assortment of texts and calls, they both ignored it. She was making him feel too good—he'd been wanting this for too long now and he was so close it was almost laughable. After all the distractions and the short amount of time, she'd been working on him… but he didn't care, he was way too lost in her.

"Sarada, shit… I'm gonna come." He panted, gripping her hair tight and forcing her down on him until she had all of him. He held her in place as he came, groaning in sheer bliss at the feeling of her swallowing over and over again. She didn't miss a drop and when she pulled off, Boruto was crossed between relief and a burning need to have a lot more.

xxx

Sarada sat on her heels, licking her lips as she let Boruto collect himself from his high, eager for her meal to come next, still as hungry as ever. Getting on her feet, she straddled his lap again, wanting to continue.

Boruto looked like he had other plans, though. He was going through his phone, reading the texts his father and Himawari had been sending him.

"Seriously?" Sarada was so done with this. Boruto was almost never on the phone but now he really couldn't let it go.

"What?" Boruto didn't even look at her, still scrolling through his phone. His hand tried to come to her ass, but she stopped him and threw it away.

"Forget it." Sarada got off him and picked up her clothes and glasses on the floor, walking over to her room.

This is the second time she felt so used by him.

Sarada placed her glasses back on and fought her tears as she put her panties back on. Idiot. She felt like such an idiot. Playing right into his hand and giving him what he wanted because fuck, she wanted the same thing, despite the consequences.

Feelings weren't on the table here, just pure carnal desire that shouldn't have warranted her to feel this way after when he chose his phone and his family over giving her his full attention.

Was she not enough for him?

He wanted to be taken care of, and that's exactly what she was doing. Simply returning the favor, really.

But it hurt to be ignored like that. And she hated how she felt right now.

She hated him, the most.

Sarada swallowed thickly and threw her camisole back on. Tears quickly threatening to spill over and fall on her cheeks. No. This wasn't going to affect her. She wasn't going to allow herself to cry over this, either. Steeling herself, Sarada threw on a sweater and looked around for a pair of sweats she could pull on for a quick walk.

The cold air would do her good.

Going through her laundry basket, her vision started to blur, tears winning over this battle. No. Stop it. Sarada stood up straight and furiously wiped at her eyes, glasses going askew but she didn't care.

Stop crying! She willed herself, gasping for air to steady herself. Stop it!

"Sarada?" Boruto let himself into her room, closing the door behind himself. "Hey, I'm sorry. I just needed to take care of that… and I did."

Fuck. Can't let him see her right now. Sarada used her sleeves to wipe her face down, clearing her throat and doing her best to calm down.

Boruto sighed and walked up behind her, winding his arms around her waist and hugging her. "I didn't mean to upset you. Let me make it up to you."

Ha! As if. What could he possibly do to make her anger dissipate?

He kissed the back of her neck and as hurt and mad as she was, Sarada didn't stop him or pull away. "I can't believe you ran away from me… came in here putting all these clothes on, knowing we were just getting started." He turned her around to face him and she pulled in a shaky breath. "I said I'd take care of you today and I meant it."

Their lips met in a kiss filled with urgency and an unyielding desire, the pair so desperate to have each other that it didn't even make sense. For a moment, Boruto's hand was cradling her face, fingers curling into her hair behind her ear while his tongue darted past her lips to dance with her own. A soft moan hummed through her nose, nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed her panties down.

xxxxx

Sarada stepped out of them, kissing him back fervorously as his warm hand roamed up her back, pulling her camisole and sweater up on the way. The kiss was broken just long enough for him to remove the tops and then they dove back in, teeth clashing, moans mingling. Boruto lifted her up and Sarada's legs wound around his waist, dainty hands fisting his blond hair as he carried her to her bed and laid her down.

She was pleased to feel that he was hard again, grinding his erection against her sex as they kissed like their lives depended on it. As always, he smelled so good and he felt so good. She could only imagine how great it would be to have him inside of her, filling her up and pleasuring her until she was thoroughly satisfied.

Boruto would not disappoint her again.

His right hand trailed down her side, almost tickling her from being so gentle. Her head fell back and she gasped when he suddenly came across her left nipple, his thumb and index finger pinching and rolling it until she was panting and near begging him for more. Her reaction was immensely satisfying to the blond and he hummed in approval while licking his way down her neck, over her collarbone and further south until his mouth closed around her other nipple. He sucked it firmly though not roughly. Still, she was sensitive and so turned on she was trembling.

Sarada moaned freely in between gasps as she was forced to take the wonderful torture he was currently subjecting her to. Each suck and nip and twist was mind-boggling, driving her mad until her nails were scraping harshly up his back.

Now, who was teasing?

"Boruto," she gasped. "Get on with it."

He smirked and worked his way down her body, giving her sweet love bites and tantalizing licks on his way down her tummy. His hands moved to just above her knees, spreading her legs further apart. "It's only fair that I get a snack too, right?"

Her only response was a shrill cry because he didn't give her a chance to actually answer him before his skilled tongue was swirling around her needy clit.

Oh, it felt so good. But she wanted so much more and now she knew exactly what he had to offer her. Though her needs were at the forefront of her mind, she tried to keep them to herself, chewing on her lip to try and keep it down for the most part.

It wasn't working out.

Boruto alternated between those perfect licks, slow, sensual kisses and lingering suckles that had her on the brink of ecstasy in a matter of what felt like seconds. The feeling intensified tenfold when his fingers came to her sex as well, quickly finding her entrance. With a firm lick, he slipped two fingers into her and Sarada keened, crying out in delighted bliss.

This way, he teased and pleased her until her insides were quivering. She was just in the edge—knowing she was about to have one mind-blowing climactic experience. But then he pulled away. His mouth and his hand, and even his warmth left her.

The complaints died on her tongue when he crawled over her, his hand wrapping around himself as he got into position.

Finally.

"You ready for it?" He asked, blue eyes dark and heavily lidded as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. His hand worked the tip of his length between her soaked folds, pressing firmly and rubbing across that tender bundle of nerves and then sliding down to prod at her entrance.

"Yes." Pride be damned. She'd been waiting and she was finally getting it.

Boruto kisses her once more, sucking softly on her bottom lip as he slowly rocked his hips forward, the tip of his cock finally breaching her. Sarada sucked in a sharp breath, holding it and clinging to him while waiting for more.

So much more.

When she didn't return his kisses anymore, Boruto dropped his head, opting to suck on her slender neck instead. Slowly, tauntingly, he pushed into her, just a few centimeters at a time before pulling back and giving her a little more. She didn't think she'd ever been so wet before and god he filled her up just right—just like she knew he would.

It didn't seem to matter that she had sucked him off so recently. He was at full mass, cock pulsing within her and that and a combination of him sucking harshly on her neck had her seeing stars. Sarada was tinkering on the edge, her orgasm teasing her more than he was. Oh, but it was his fault, he knew what he was doing, purposely moving in a way to make her feel so good without giving her the ultimate stimulation she desired.

Things went on like this for a few moments, until she could take it no longer and her hips bucked beneath him. His lips pulled away from her neck and he cursed under his breath, giving her everything he had in one hot and heavy thrust. Sarada screamed and Boruto nearly came on the spot.

While he was completely sheathed inside of her, Boruto ground his hips slow but firm, stimulating her swollen nub with each movement. She was unaware of all the marks they were exchanging. From his mouth and her nails, neither of them cared. Nothing mattered more than this wonderful feeling of ultimate pleasure sending her close to delirium. Boruto breathed heavily, grunting and whispering her name in her ear as he continued to move at a steady but agonizingly slow pace.

Moaning his name, Sarada asked for more. "Please." That was all Boruto needed to hear to give her just that. His hips snapped forward until he was thrusting into her, fast and hard, staring down at her as she writhed and moaned and clawed him.

Her moans grew louder and continuous, never faltering, much like the way he was pounding into her. Her walls began fluttering and clenching around him, a telltale sign that she was about to come. Boruto was right behind her too, and he could feel it as much as she could. He moved her legs over his shoulders, watching her pretty black eyes roll back as a piercing scream tore through her apartment.

Sarada's orgasm hit her hard in immediate and all-consuming waves of euphoria. Her body thrashed and jerked from the experience that was dragged out through several more precise thrusts. Boruto cursed loudly as he reached his own climax, his last few movements the best he'd managed yet. He didn't pull out as he found his release, instead stilling while buried inside her to the hilt.

xxxxx

They both panted and Boruto rested his head on the pillow beside hers, slowly lowering her legs and keeping most of his weight supported with one arm. He groaned before humming humorously and leaning up to kiss her. He was grinning broadly when he pulled back and then rolled into his side, bringing her with him.

"Better?"

Sarada nodded, still trying to catch her breath. She couldn't even remember the last time she had sex that good. He chuckled lightly, his grin toning down to a content smile as his arm tucked around her and he held her close.

They needed a nap after all that.

She eagerly shifted to cuddle, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest, hiding a satisfied smile. "Best meal I've had," she murmured, a little too soft, hoping he wouldn't hear what she just admitted. When he asked what she said, she only shook her head and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Nap time."

Boruto pouted, whining a little about her always hiding things from him. It made her giggle, planting more kisses around his face. On his cheeks, nose, eyes, and then his lips, effectively shutting him up and relaxing a little more.

Sarada made a mental note to stop getting stuck in her head. After all that, it seemed like it was all a lie she told herself… and things were looking to be good between them.

How can everything not be good?

Another wonderful not date wrapped up, and she closed her eyes, releasing a satisfied sigh before falling asleep in his arms.

A/N:

For the first, xxx: Sarada was trying to make Boruto feel good but he kept getting distracted with his phone. Himawari and his father were calling and texting him non-stop. Sarada tried her best to keep him occupied but once he was satisfied, he picked up his phone, making her feel upset and used.

For the second, xxxxx: Boruto makes it up to Sarada by making sure she is pleasured.

Thank you for reading and supporting this story! It means so much to us. Tyy and I have another collaboration, and will somewhat be connected with this one! We're writing a few chapters ahead, and will probably start posting soon. Watch out for that!

Have a great weekend, lovelies.

Cheers,

Kairi and Tyy