A/N: Happy Birthday, Bortuto! For this chapter, Tyy and I dedicate it to our favorite cinnamon roll.
This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Please be responsible for what you read!
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
By some miracle, Boruto had kept the word vomit from happening and had been able to announce Sarada's promotion like he was meant to. It was so relieving and he'd been so happy to give her the good news, but he wasn't expecting her reaction at all.
In the end, she was happy. This was what she wanted and everybody knew that, but she had looked so torn—she even talked as if she wasn't ready for it—like she wasn't prepared.
And then she told him not to leave her.
Boruto could understand where she was coming from. Even he would be a little saddened by not being able to work with her anymore. It was their norm, but it wasn't something meant to last forever.
However, that didn't mean they had to stop being friends.
In all honesty, it would be better for them. There would be no issues, no gossip, no bossing. Sarada would do what she did best and Boruto would do the same. Their careers wouldn't align, but they could do whatever the hell they wanted and Boruto intended to do a lot of that.
Time was flying by, probably because Boruto and Sarada were seeing each other a lot more during their work hours. Boruto enjoyed talking things over with her, explaining everything thoroughly and giving her pointers for things if she ever asked for them. It was easy to see her excitement in the passing days, but every so often she would whine about him leaving her again.
It was cute when she worried like that. Sarada would calm down and drop it after he assured her that wasn't what was happening, but then she'd end up bringing it up again. They ended up spending long hours at the office and more than a few times did things they shouldn't have been doing on his desk that was soon to be hers.
He wouldn't be her boss for much longer—and Boruto was an opportunist.
His birthday was fast approaching, right along with the end of his position. Just before it was Sakura's birthday, but as Sasuke had planned to take her on a weeklong trip to celebrate, Sarada and Boruto ended up seeing them for lunch a week before her birthday.
Sarada had continued to stress over what she was now referring to as 'birthday month', and not in her usual collected way of stressing. Boruto thought she was being a little strange, but he wasn't really surprised. A lot was going on with her promotion happening and everybody's birthdays.
She just worried a little too much.
What Boruto was worried about was his birthday and more so, dinner with his family plus one Princess Sarada. To say he was concerned would be an understatement. It was more like he was scared for his life. When he and Sarada walked hand in hand up to his parents' doorstep, he felt more like he was walking into an interrogation than a birthday dinner.
It had been a laid back day before then. Sarada had stayed over the night before, somehow managing to wake up before him. He was still surprised considering it hadn't even been daylight yet, but the sun had risen long before they got out of bed.
They did make it to work on time, but Boruto still couldn't figure out how that happened. It was an early day for both of them, the pair leaving the office at lunch. For the next few hours, they went back to his place and tried to watch TV, but neither of them could really focus on it with Himawari's constant texting. She was really excited for his birthday and getting to have dinner with them.
Boruto didn't start panicking until they got in his car to head over there and now that they were standing on the doorstep, he was thinking this whole thing was a mistake.
They would embarrass him beyond belief. He just knew it.
His hesitation had Sarada nudging him until he finally steeled himself and opened the door. Boruto stepped inside, pulling Sarada along with him.
"I'm home." He announced begrudgingly. Quietly. Ridiculous as it was, he wished nobody would be home and it could already be over.
"Bro!" Himawari sang, sliding out into the hallway and rushing at him full speed.
Boruto barely kept himself on his feet when she tackled him in a hug, throwing all of her weight on him. However, he did keep himself there, hugging her with his free arm because his other was occupied by Sarada.
Himawari kicked her feet as she clung to his neck but finally released him, dropping back down to her feet. "Happy birthday!"
"Hima, you already said it a million times today." He muttered, already embarrassed.
"Not in person!" She huffed before turning to Sarada with a grin. "Sarada-chan, you look so pretty!" Himawari gushed as she wrapped her arms around Boruto's not date in a tight hug.
"Thank you," Sarada returned her hug and took her in. "You're looking so cute, too. Thank you for inviting me."
"MOOOOM!" Himawari yelled, grinning from ear to ear. "Hurry up, you're missing Boruto's girlfriend."
And so it began.
"Hima!" Boruto balked. "Shut up!"
"What?" She glowered, face twisting so quickly it gave Boruto whiplash. "Don't even think about telling me you haven't made it official yet."
He didn't intend to tell her anything. Period.
"Welcome home, Boruto." Hinata seemed to have popped out of nowhere, making Boruto jump as he hadn't expected it.
He was too busy glaring at his sister.
"Oh, Sarada," His mom smiled sweetly as she looked over the girl. "It's nice to finally meet you, I hear about you a lot."
"It's so nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Uzumaki," Sarada smiled. "I thought you looked pretty in that photo on Mr. Uzumaki's desk, but seeing you in person is completely overwhelming."
"Oh, you're too sweet." Hinata giggled, blushing lightly at the compliment. "Let's go into the dining room. Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes."
"Please let me help with dinner," Sarada smiled. "Boruto here didn't allow me to get you anything."
"You're a guest, Dear. Please don't worry about a thing. There's not much to do and Naruto is excited to see both of you."
"Bet he is," Boruto grumbled, lips poking out as he sulked.
"He is, but he's on the stupid phone. Go tell him to knock it off, Bro." Himawari said quickly and Boruto sighed.
After kissing his Mom's cheek, Boruto led Sarada through the home until they reached the dining room. The table was already set and Naruto was sitting on the end, on the phone just as Himawari said.
"I told you it was serious. Not my fault you're so cocky. I want my twenty… you have to pay your debts Konohamaru. Go ahead and wire it to me… what—no—Boruto will be pissed if you—"
"Dad!" Boruto interjected when he could take it no longer. He could only imagine what they were talking about. He didn't want to imagine it at all.
Naruto finally noticed the pair standing at the entryway and he laughed nervously. "Gotta go, Konohamaru. Don't forget my twenty."
Boruto glared at his dad who hung up his phone and watched them eagerly. He was really too much and this wasn't looking good for Boruto at all. He wasn't going to ask what the twenty was about.
"Come on, have a seat," Naruto said with a cheeky grin. "Sarada, it's so nice to have you joining us."
She returned his smile and thanked him for inviting her. "You have a lovely home."
"Thank you." His grin spread, eyes crinkling as Boruto and Sarada took their seats. "So close to getting rid of Boruto at work, you must be excited, Sarada."
Sarada laughed and looked at Boruto. "I'm excited about the new position, but I'll miss him annoying me with more work to do."
Boruto felt the tension leaving his body and he was able to smile thanks to her. "You never know, I may still annoy you while you're working."
"You better not," Naruto warned.
The smile faded as Boruto turned his attention to his dad. "Okay, Gaara."
Naruto's mouth fell open and he couldn't hide his surprise or obvious humiliation from the reminder. "I… don't know what you're talking about."
"Shall I remind you?"
"Absolutely not."
Boruto smirked. Victory. "Don't worry, I'll keep my visits to a minimum."
Himawari came dancing into the dining room, carrying food. Her mother was right behind her, bringing more as well. Before long, the five of them were eating dinner and Boruto almost thought the worst of it was over—that he was safe now and could get through this, but he was wrong.
"You know, Sarada-chan… Boruto never brings his girlfriends over here." Himawari was the start of round two—just as she was the start of round one.
She seemed obsessed with the word girlfriend, using it way too freely for Boruto's liking.
"That's true. I'm still surprised." Hinata added and Boruto dropped his fork.
"There have been no 'girlfriends'," Boruto whined and Naruto chuckled.
"It's okay, we're glad Sarada is your first."
First. "DAAAAAAD." Boruto groaned loudly.
"I'm just saying, you made a great choice. She's smart and beautiful and has the patience to deal with you."
"Dad!" Boruto was going to combust any second. Eating was out of the question.
"I hear you're living together," Hinata smiled. "How is that going?"
"Who the hell said that?!" Boruto screamed.
"You really shouldn't have taken that step without letting Hima and I pretty your place up, Boruto. Sarada, if you need any help, I'd love to come over."
Boruto was going to die. "What the actual fuck."
Naruto chunked a bread roll at Boruto, hitting him right on the cheek. "Watch your language."
Boruto's brow twitched as he looked between his parents.
"Don't throw food, Dear," Hinata said to Naruto softly, but she had those eyes—like Himawari. Deadly.
"Are you excited for your trip tomorrow?" Himawari asked Sarada before popping a baby shrimp in her mouth. Boruto's heart stopped.
Sarada looked at Boruto, and then at Himawari, a smile on her face. "What trip?"
Himawari choked on her shrimp and Hinata quickly started patting her back while Boruto cursed everything in his life. Can't have a day.
"T-trip? I said… I said chip." Himawari tried to change her words, instead of saying something that didn't make any sense and Boruto almost lunged at her across the table.
Who does that?
"I'm a little lost," Sarada looked at Boruto, waiting for an explanation.
Jaws tensing at being put on the spot, Boruto looked at Sarada apologetically. "It was supposed to be a surprise."
Her eyes widened by the tiniest bit, and she giggled. "I thought you were my surprise."
"Wow, are those wedding bells I'm hearing?" Naruto snickered.
"Dad!" Boruto grabbed his roll and threw it forcefully, getting the old bastard right between his eyes.
"Boruto!" Hinata chided him and he cowered back.
"Well, mom, we're not even together!"
The other three Uzumaki's gasped in unison and there was a long moment of stunned silence before Himawari grabbed her bread roll and flung it at Boruto, catching him in his nose.
"Dad, Boruto's being stupid again!" Himawari huffed.
"I agree. Son, this isn't how we raised you to be."
"He's just in denial." Hinata sighed. "You'll have to forgive him, Sarada… he gets it from his father."
"Hey!" Naruto gawked at his wife and Boruto wondered how likely it was he'd be able to make an escape.
The teasing never ended. Dinner was awkward, but truthfully no worse than Boruto expected. Sarada laughed a lot and didn't speak much, rarely getting the chance. When they were finally able to get out of there, Boruto made a mental note to not return. Ever.
"I'm so fucking sorry." He said with a groan the instant they were sitting in his car together. Sarada would more than likely be running for the hills any second now.
"Don't be sorry," Sarada laughed. "Your family is so much fun. It was such a lively dinner. You think they liked me?"
"Is that even a question?" Boruto snorted. "They're just waiting for us to announce our wedding date." It was sickening.
Sarada inhaled sharply and looked out the window, hiding her face and faking a laugh. "Ridiculous."
"Right?" Boruto mumbled, face hot. "This is why I told you to ignore them. They have no chill."
There was a moment of silence that passed between them. The air thickening with… tension? Awkwardness? No one could really be sure.
Sarada turned to face him, cheeks pink and looking everywhere except his face. "S-so this trip tomorrow. When did you plan to tell me? Or are you upgrading yourself from a stalker to a kidnapper?" She joked.
"It was supposed to be a surprise!" He whined. "I'm taking you to one of our vacation homes. It's really beautiful during spring, even early spring. I thought we could celebrate together there."
"That sounds wonderful," Sarada grinned. "We'll be spending the whole weekend there?"
"Yeah." Boruto perked up at her excitement, but kept his eyes on the road. "I was planning to drive us in the morning… but we could even leave tonight if you want."
"Whichever you prefer," she took his hand in hers. "Just don't tire yourself out. Is it a long drive?"
"About an hour. I'm fine with it if you are. Then when we wake up tomorrow we won't have to get out of bed for a long time."
"Oh, I like the sound of that."
"Well good then, I'll drive straight there." Boruto grinned.
"Right now?" She panicked. "I haven't packed anything!"
"You won't need anything," Boruto assured her. "Except me."
Her cheeks reddened, understanding what his agenda was for the weekend. "Boruto!"
"Aw, are you gonna complain?" He faked a pout, sparing her a glance as he merged onto the highway.
She grimaced. "I hate you! I'll have nothing to wear all weekend!"
"Why do you think you'll need to wear anything?" Boruto asked teasingly. "I can keep you covered."
Her face was as red as a tomato, looking like she would burst at any minute. "I can't believe you." Sarada covered her face with her hands.
"Don't worry, I'll get naked with you." He promised, patting her leg before taking her hand again.
Sarada groaned, but she wasn't angry with him. "Okay, fine," she muttered and slumping down in her seat.
Boruto chuckled and gave her hand a light squeeze. "I'm glad you agree."
.
.
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It was late by the time they arrived at the vacation home they would be spending the weekend at. They left the car and Boruto took Sarada's hand as they walked to the front door. He unlocked it with his free hand and then they walked in. It was a two-story home by a small lake with spacious land covered in cherry blossom trees that were now blooming. Boruto was certain she would love the scenery, but they would worry about that the next day.
Maybe.
"You wanna look around?" He asked once he locked the door behind them. "My room is on the second floor."
She held on to his hand with her other and nodded. "Yes, this place looks beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so. I've always enjoyed coming here, though I usually like the outside best." This time he didn't think that would be the case.
"Really? Is it nice in the morning, then?" Her excitement was evident.
"Oh, it's beautiful. And completely secluded. You can prance your sweet ass around in the nude and nobody can enjoy it except me."
Oh, he wanted to see that. He was half-hard just thinking about it.
Sarada scoffed and hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Is that why you brought me here?" She placed a hand on her chest and faked a dramatic sigh. "And here I thought it was because you actually enjoyed my company."
"Oh, I do." Boruto hummed, stealing her hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. "I'm going to really enjoy your company… and spoiling you… and making you moan my name until you can't speak normally anymore." He sighed wistfully.
"Is that a promise?" She leaned into him, hips pressing against his. "I sure hope it is."
"Oh, it is." He grinned, hands sliding around her hips and settling on her plump backside, kneading and squeezing. "Whoa, Princess, I think your ass is getting chunky."
She hit his chest lightly and glared. "Are you saying I'm fat?"
Boruto laughed, squeezing her bottom and pulling her more firmly against him. "I'm saying you're sexy as hell and I want you."
She pouted at him, and then reached for her purse. "Can I give you my gift first?"
"You got me a gift?" He asked, lips parting in awe. "I told you not to get me anything."
"Of course I did," she took something small from her purse and hid it in her hand. "It's nothing big and all that but," she then presented him a silver key with a small keychain with her name on it. "I wanted to give you a key to my apartment."
Boruto's eyes went wide and he looked at the key like it was the most fascinating treasure he had ever seen. He took it from her and didn't say a thing. Sarada started getting nervous so she kept on talking. "I thought you should have one because if we're not going to be going home together and stuff anymore, I don't want you to have to wait for me at my doorstep, you know?" She looked at his face. "I'm sorry, it's a horrible gift. I'll get you something else!"
"Sarada," Boruto looked away from the key and gave her his best smile, the one that always made her heart skip a beat. "I love it. This is more than I could ask for."
They weren't together, but Sarada was giving him this, welcoming him into her life with open arms and it truly meant the world to him. He slid the key in his pocket and took her back in his arms, pressing his forehead to hers.
"Thank you."
Sarada wrapped her arms around him too and nuzzled close. "At least I won't find you sitting on my doorstep in the cold," she muttered, and then giggled. She pulled away and looked at him, a wide smile on her face. "Where were we again? I believe you made me a promise."
"You're right." He grinned slyly and swept her into his arms bridal style, making her giggle. "I'm glad you're as eager as me."
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed his lips and when they parted, made their foreheads touch. "Happy birthday, Boruto."
His heart felt so full as he carried her to the stairs and walked up to them. He wanted to run, but that was ridiculous. He'd just had her that morning, yet he wanted her so badly now as if he'd never had her before. His room just had to be all the way at the end of the hall, but he finally made it there and carried her inside. It was a simple room that he'd never spent much time in. When he was here, he was either outside or sleeping. The bed was a queen size, made in a royal blue comforter that matched the curtains.
They weren't expected to arrive until the next day, so the place could use a bit of freshening up, but nothing would stop him from having her. Boruto walked into the room and let her down to her feet, keeping her flush against him with his arms around her slim frame. Then he kissed her, unable to wait another second to taste those sweet lips. He'd been deprived, for what, like a minute? It had to be days. That's what it felt like to him and he was so hungry for her.
Their lips met slowly at first, breaths mingling for several seconds before the initial contact. The single touch was enough to elicit a groan from him, it rumbled deep in his throat and drawled out for several seconds, even as his lips parted to kiss her more deeply. Just that easily, he'd lost himself, drowning in her kiss and marveling in her soft, smooth skin. His hands slid up her back, pulling her shirt up along the way. Their lips separated just long enough for him to strip it off of her and drop it to the floor—then they were kissing again, tongues meeting instantaneously this time while Boruto reached behind her to unclasp her bra.
Once it fell away, he moved her to the bed and laid her down on it, nipping at her lower lip as he unbuttoned her jeans and then slowly pulled her zipper down. His left hand splayed out on her flat tummy, fingers inching inside her jeans and panties until the tip of his middle finger slipped between her folds. She was so wet it made his watering mouth seem like a desert. He couldn't believe this girl.
She was so fucking perfect.
"Trying to kill me." He mumbled breathlessly, his desire turning urgent, hands quickly working to strip her bottoms. She looked as delicious as ever which made him bend down and spread her legs. "Just a kiss."
Sarada whimpered, back arching as soon as his breath fanned out across her sex. He squeezed her soft thighs and laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her clit. She gasped and moved her hands to his hair, grabbing and pulling to try and make him give her more. Even her hips rocked as she desperately sought out his mouth and Boruto amused himself by moving around to prevent it from happening while leaving his mouth closer enough to make her crazy.
"Boruto!" She whined in frustration, tugging hard on his hair.
"Easy," Boruto groaned and finally took pity on both of them, sticking out his tongue to slide across her needy nub.
He held her down then, not holding back from getting a good, long taste of her and also driving her quickly towards an orgasm, but he wouldn't let her come like that this time. He pulled away, licking his lips and removing her hands from his hair.
Oh, she wasn't happy.
"You're gonna give me that look… even on my birthday?" He asked, clicking his tongue at her, but he was nothing short of happy.
Too ready to fuck her, he snatched his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside, soaking up the sight of her lying there, waiting. Onyx eyes were screaming at him—begging him to give her relief. He didn't waste another second in stripping his remaining clothes before settling over her and dragging her further up on the bed.
"Don't worry, you'll get to come soon enough." He murmured at her neck while grinding his cock against her sex. She writhed and whimpered, hands taking purchase on his shoulders and clawing him already.
Her and those damn nails.
Boruto really shouldn't have liked that, but fuck, he didn't have much of a choice and his body was as good at betraying him as his mouth was. He was so hard, he was aching. He couldn't wait any longer. They were both beyond ready for it, so with a harsh suck to her throat, he lined his tip up at her entrance and slowly pushed inside.
It was the kind of pleasure that stole his breath and shook him to his core. His lips pulled away from her skin so he could raise his head and gaze down at her. She was always so beautiful, but when she was like this, face contorted in rapture and skin flushed noticeably, even in the dimly lit room, hair all over the bed around her—she was otherworldly.
"So beautiful," he whispered, breathing in deeply as he rocked his hips slowly, grinding into her so that his pubic bone rubbed up against her swollen and throbbing clit.
She was so close and he knew he wouldn't last long either. It was a shame the things she could do to him. His slow pace never changed, but it made for a powerful build from the both of them that had them clinging to each other, breathless moans filling the air around them, escalating once they finally reached their orgasms together. Her pussy clenching around him effortlessly milked him for all he was worth and when they finally calmed, he rolled them over into their sides, pulling her impossibly closer to him.
Sarada's eyes were already fluttering as she started drifting off and Boruto smiled at the sight. She was precious and he was really glad he'd been able to spend this birthday with her.
He would have never admitted it, but he secretly hoped he could do it again next year.
A/N: Thank you for reading, reviewing, and supporting this story! Tyy and I had so much fun writing it, especially the part with the Uzumakis throwing bread rolls around. Hahaha! What was your favorite part of this fic? :)
Cheers,
Kairi and Tyy
