A/N: Hello, darlings! On to the next chapter for SY! Thank you to everyone who has read, supported, and reviewed this fic. :)
Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
Sarada woke up tangled in bed with Boruto—warm, so warm with their naked states and weekend plans fresh on her mind. A sly smile took to her lips as she stared at his peaceful, sleeping face. He looked cuter than ever, breathing softly through parted lips. She let her eyes trail down to his chest, hand following and continuing on a path down the center of his abs, making him shift slightly in his sleep.
Thinking this whole no clothes thing was the best idea he ever had, Sarada grinned to herself as she shimmied down the bed, dragging her lips down his abdomen, alternating between soft kisses and quick nips on her way down. He'd made her feel so good the night before, taking things slow and sensual and making for a mind-blowing orgasm that she didn't think she'd ever forget.
She was excited to find him half hard in his sleep and was determined to have him make good on his word. There would be no reason for them to wear clothes all weekend. That meant lots of sex and lots of staring at his gorgeous body. Her hand wasted no time in wrapping around the base of his cock, and holding firmly as she stuck her tongue out and glided it up and around his length. It was quickly responding and his hips shifted, head-turning. However, he didn't wake up.
Wanting to take her time and enjoy getting him up and off this morning, Sarada started pumping his member lazily, tongue moving just as languidly around his tip. The smell and feel of him were more than enough to have her hot, thighs pressing together and arousal pooling from her sex. It wasn't even right for him to have her turned on so easily.
He wasn't even awake!
Oh, but she wanted him to be. Once he was fully erect, Sarada sheathed her teeth and lowered her mouth on him, tongue massaging the underside of his cock on the way down. She sucked hard on the way back up and Boruto shuddered, making a breathy noise that had her eyes peeking up to his face. Those blue eyes were heavily lidded and clouded over as he stared down at her.
Her lips popped off of him with a loud smack and he hummed approvingly before licking his dry lips. "Taking your breakfast early, Princess?" He asked, voice deeper than usual from being woken up and also tinged with longing.
A sly smile formed on her lips. "I can't resist when you're looking this good." Sarada crawled on top of him and kissed his lips lightly, first. Teasing him awake, and then pressed down a little harder, barely resisting getting more of him, hips lining up with his. Even the slightest touch was enough to have her core heating to dangerous levels—like molten lava spreading through her body, licking up and down her spine, making her quiver and moan wantonly.
"Damn, Sarada. Two mornings in a row like this… I think you're spoiling me." Boruto said, voice husky and hands roaming up her thighs and the curve of her hips. "I won't even fight you today."
It was for the best that he didn't, because Sarada was determined to win that battle. Eager as she was, she held his erection in place, getting herself in just the right place and then she dropped down on him, swallowing him up in an instant. Boruto let out a gasp, clearly not expecting it.
He cursed and she held back her own moans, hands moving to his on her waist so she'd have something to hold onto. Her hips rolled on top of him, giving them both the most satisfying stimulation. Boruto loved to watch her, never taking his eyes off of her, though they roamed constantly so that he didn't miss anything.
Sarada felt completely at ease with him and moved in ways that felt best for her which seemed to be just as enjoyable for him. He was so thick and long, giving her a wonderful stretch that caressed her walls perfectly. She ground herself down so that she received the ultimate pleasure with each movement and in no time, they were both panting and singing praises to each other.
Boruto let her take control, move at her own pace and do as she pleased, at least until she got too close. At that point, her movements became sloppy and slow, but Boruto was right on the edge as well and had no interest in prolonging it—not this time. So, he held her up just enough so that he could thrust into her from his position, hips working fast and hard until she came, screaming and shaking and collapsing bonelessly on top of him.
Being on top was a workout, but she loved it. She loved how hot and heavy his release felt inside of her and the feel of him slowly softening after the act. Boruto brushed her hair out of her face as they laid there catching their breath and after a few moments, they both started laughing.
"We should really do this every morning." Boruto mused, settling his arms around her small frame and turning his head to kiss her forehead.
Sarada hummed, agreeing with him and kissing the tip of his nose. "We can do it all weekend, too."
"Just all weekend?" He asked, pouting playfully.
She giggled and tried to sit up. "For this weekend, I mean," she said and then stretched her arms up. "I'm hungry."
"Guess I should feed you then. I've been trying to fatten you up." He said with a smile and a pinch to her flat tummy.
Sarada flinched and swatted his hand. "Quit it!"
"No." He smirked and started pinching at her sides gently, wanting to see how ticklish she was.
She was ticklish, laughing and squeaking, giving him empty threats to make Boruto stop. When he didn't, she jumped out of bed and ran out in the hallway, Boruto right behind her. Sarada was beside herself with glee, running around the second-floor butt naked, doing her best not to let Boruto get his hands on her, in fear of being tickled. They raced down the stairs, a little slower, so they won't have a misstep. But as soon as Sarada reached the bottom step, Boruto wrapped his arms around her tummy and pulled her close, kissing her ear and giving it a light bite, making her laugh.
He stepped off the stairs and pushed her into the living room, hands roaming around her body and kissing her neck. Sarada kept her eyes closed, enjoying his touch. Boruto was getting aggressive again, looking at starting round two. Not that she would disagree one bit.
"Oh, what a lovely couple," a lady laughed. "Enjoying your honeymoon?"
Sarada's eyes popped open and she froze. Boruto did as well and they looked at the person standing a few feet away from them. She had a head of gray hair and fine lines around her eyes. Her smile was kind, and she hugged her mop.
"Boruto, dear, you didn't tell me you got married already."
Boruto squeaked and pulled Sarada closer to him, hiding his dick on her ass. "G-granny… oh my god, I didn't know you would be here!"
They were butt naked… in the living room…
"Oh, deary, I didn't expect you until lunch," she waved her hand around. "I've never seen you bring another girl here, too. Oh, I'm so happy." She came towards Sarada and extended her hand. "Chiyo."
Sarada crossed her legs and had her other hand come up her breasts to save the little dignity she had left. "S-Sarada." She shakily accepted the handshake, cheeks burning.
Not exactly the kind of morning she imagined, but Chiyo seemed unfazed with their… bare situation.
The old lady turned around and put her mop away. "Boruto, dear, why don't you two head outside for some breakfast while I clean up and put these groceries away for you."
"Y-yes, thank you."
They both bolted upstairs, scared and embarrassed out of their wits at being caught like that. Once they were back in Boruto's room, they stared at each other and started laughing.
"Oh my god," Sarada's shoulders were shaking. "That was too embarrassing."
"Really… it was funny as fuck. I just really hope she didn't see my dick. Shit… this won't be the last I hear of this." He shook his head back and forth, still laughing.
Sarada sat down on the bed and picked up his button-down shirt, slipping it on herself. "I don't imagine it would." Once she buttoned it up, she looked around for her panties and put it on. "So much for no clothes all weekend." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
Boruto sulked as he walked over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a pair of underwear and then finding a pair of shorts in the drawer under it. "This is some bullshit." He huffed as he got dressed. Or half-dressed at least. "No worries, she'll be gone soon and then we can get back to business."
She laughed and walked over to hug him. "It's okay, breakfast outside sounds good. And you wouldn't want someone else seeing me naked, right?"
"Hell no. I mean, if it's granny Chiyo, I'm not going to worry too much. But… better safe than sorry I guess." He shrugged, sulk turning into a smile quickly. "We won't have to suffer long at least." He said before placing a chaste peck on her lips.
Sarada looked at him and smiled. "I won't be suffering as long as you're here with me."
Woah, that was too soft. But… it was true. She was happy to have him with her, and the view outside the window looked spectacular. The lake was glittering, and the trees swayed slowly with the wind.
As soon as they got back to the kitchen, there was a picnic mat and a basket waiting at the edge of the counter. Boruto picked it up with one hand and held hers with the other and led her outside.
The sky was blue and filled with fluffy white clouds. The Cherry Blossom trees weren't in full bloom yet, but they already looked so beautiful. It looked like a scene right out of a postcard, leaving her breathless.
"This place is beautiful," she whispered.
"It looks a lot better with you here," Boruto said softly.
Her cheeks turned pink and she kissed his shoulder, happy with his compliment. Boruto led them under the tree and set the mat out, Sarada stepped in and opened up the basket, stomach growling. She didn't think she felt this hungry, but she felt like she could eat three full meals. Unpacking the contents of the basket, there was bread, jams, and other pastries with meat that she has never seen in her life. It looked like a pot pie of sorts.
Regardless of what it was, she dug in. Sarada ate with gusto and felt shy that she finished nearly all of the potpie things, leaving Boruto only a piece. He watched her eat with an amused smile, spreading some jam on bread.
"Glad you're finally eating like I want you to. It's all the dick making you hungry. You've been burning hella calories lately." He couldn't have been smugger.
She pouted at him and took a big bite of a peach. "You just want me to be fat," she retorted. "Lessening your competition."
"Competition?" Boruto scoffed. "There is no damn competition. And if there was, I'd win no matter what. I hate to lose, ya know?"
Sarada giggled and offered him her peach. "I know you will. I'm counting on it."
Her stomach flipped and she felt a wave of nausea hit her, making her cover her mouth and gag. Oh no. That didn't feel right. Sarada staggered up to her feet and ran a few feet away until she threw up half of the things she ate. She heaved for a while, eyes burning and throat hurting.
What was happening to her?
"Sarada," Boruto called one panic, hesitating just a foot behind her, wanting to reach out but not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "What happened?"
She coughed a bit and made sure nothing else was coming out before standing up and wiping her mouth. "I don't know…" she looked at the grass, feeling sorry and disgusted at the same time. "I was feeling sick all of a sudden."
Boruto stepped closer and laid his hand on her back, stroking it soothingly. "I'm sorry, why don't we get you back inside. You can rest. If you're not feeling better in a few hours, I can take you to a doctor."
"No!" Sarada held on to his hand. "I'm fine. I don't want to leave." She looked at the grass again and cringed. "Maybe it's the food. I've never had it before."
"Calm down," he laughed. "No need to get upset. We won't leave unless we have to, and this place isn't going anywhere if it does come to that. Your health is most important. It could have been the food, I guess… we'll just have to wait and see."
She nodded, relieved that he was okay with staying. They just got here, haven't even explored the lake or rested more. It would be too much of a shame to leave and Sarada didn't want that at all. Her stomach was still acting up but she kept it to herself, not wanting to worry Boruto and take her away from this vacation home.
The two went back inside, Chiyo was done cleaning and already cooking up lunch for them. Boruto looked happy to smell what she was making, but Sarada didn't share the same thought.
It smelled awful.
Weird enough, Sarada took a peek at what she was cooking. Chicken and vegetables with garlic and herbs. It should have smelled good… but it really didn't.
"I'll stay outside," she smiled and grabbed a random book from the shelf and walked out to the porch, sitting on the bench and leaning back. It was weird, she never felt like this before and she would get bouts of nausea now and then. She removed her glasses and massaged the space between her eyes. Perhaps it was time to get her eyes checked again.
Boruto wasn't far behind her, coming over to sit next to her. "Are you okay? Maybe… should you lie down?" He asked, sounding at a loss.
She kept massaging her forehead and sighed. "I think it's time for me to get my glasses changed. I can't even remember the last time I went to have my eyes checked." Getting dizzy from wearing the wrong specs was absolutely normal.
"Sarada," Boruto chided her gently. "I meant it when I said your health is most important. You should keep up with these things. I want you to schedule a visit first thing Monday morning. You should have your eyes checked and also see your family doctor for a routine checkup… if you're feeling better by then."
Sarada pouted at him, not liking being chided one bit. But he did prove an important point. "Maybe not Monday, we have a meeting with supply," she peeked up at him and giggled at his glaring look on her. "Tuesday, okay? I'll cancel what I have."
"Make the appointment on Monday so you don't have any trouble being seen." He said before sighed. "I swear, so difficult. Making me worry."
"I'm fine!" She groaned. And really, she was. Feeling much better already. It was probably the smell of whatever Chiyo was cooking inside that made her sick. Sarada did not look forward to eating it. But she was feeling hungry all over again.
Chiyo called the two of them for lunch and she headed out the door, holding on to her bag. "I won't bother you two anymore," she grinned slyly. "Enjoy your honeymoon."
Sarada's cheeks burned. Honeymoon. Her stomach flipped at the thought. We aren't even together. But was that really such a bad thing? She looked at Boruto, all smiles and excited to eat, but pulled her chair out for her to sit before he took his.
The food looked good, but the smell made her nose scrunch. Boruto picked up on the look and chuckled because of it. "If looks could kill…"
She scrunched her nose at him. "I don't think I can eat this. It smells horrible."
"Sarada," he frowned. "This smells delicious… you must really be sick. I'll see if I can't find something you'll be able to handle." He stood up and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Delicious," she mocked. Boruto was the one who was sick if he thought this smelled good.
Just sitting at the table already made her nauseous. Following him, she felt her stomach flip and she rushed to the sink, pushing him out of the way to throw up even more of the breakfast that she ate. Sarada heaved again and held her hair out of the way. "Oh no."
Okay. Maybe she was sick.
"That's it. You're getting in bed and I don't want to see you out of it." Boruto muttered behind her.
For a second, she fought her instinct to deny and say she was fine. But her world was really starting to spin and she did not want to start throwing up liquids. Sarada nodded and went up the stairs, holding on to her stomach and praying she won't throw up again. Once she got to the room, the smell of fabric conditioner hit her and she felt so much better.
The curtains and bedding were changed, and were all pink now, instead of blue. She laughed lightly, thinking Boruto might like this better. She peeled her shirt off and crawled under the comforter, curling up and making herself comfortable. But lying down in bed didn't feel half as good alone as it did with Boruto.
"Boruto…" she called, not wanting to stay in his room alone.
When he came in, he was carrying a tray with him that he brought over and set on the bedside table. He looked over her, feeling her forehead with a look of confusion. "No fever. It could just be your stomach is upset. Sit up and try this, okay?"
Sarada got up, the comforter pooling at her waist and revealing her bare chest. She tucked her hair behind her ears and peeked at him, staring at her boobs shamelessly. "You said no clothes this weekend."
"B-but it doesn't count if you're sick." He frowned, tearing his eyes away from her chest to look at her face instead. "It's fine as long as you stay warm though." The tray was picked up and held at the ready for her.
She scooted a bit to make room. "I'll stay warm if you stay with me."
"I'm fine with that." He smiled and settled himself next to her in bed. He placed the tray over her lap. "After this and a nap I'm sure you'll feel good as new."
She hummed, looking over at the food excitedly. Now, this smelled good. "Aren't you going to eat?" Sarada picked up the spoon. "Eat with me. But not the chicken."
"You eat, don't worry about me. And don't go hating on the chicken just because there were no waffles."
Sarada snickered and leaned into him, careful not to knock anything over. "You're always taking care of me." She kissed his chin. "Thank you."
"What kind of a man would I be if I didn't take care of my princess?" He grinned and kissed her temple.
After a few more moments of teasing, Sarada dug in and finished everything he made for her. Feeling sleepy once her tummy was full, Boruto lied down with her for a nap. As soon as she fell asleep, he went downstairs to eat and clean up after their meal. Two hours passed, and Sarada was still asleep.
Blinking herself awake, Sarada reached out blindly in bed, upset that she didn't find Boruto next to her. She would have thrown a fit, but she heard music coming from downstairs, and it sounded familiar, and pleasant.
Draping the comforter around her, she trudged down the stairs, and found Boruto tinkering with an old recorder, and a bunch of vinyl records around him. He didn't notice her yet, and she felt herself soften watching him wipe them up and hum to the music. It was old, the kind of music she heard her grandparents playing whenever she was over. The song changed, and a soft love song played. It seemed like a good time to walk over to him, and she did. Gently wrapping her arms around his middle, hugging him from behind.
"Out of bed so soon… you must be feeling better?" He looked over his shoulder to smile at her.
Sarada nodded and hummed. "I feel much better, thank you." She faked a pout, "But you weren't in bed with me."
"I couldn't stay still anymore." He returned her fake pout. "And I remembered these old things. Belonged to my grandparents."
She looked around him, and smiled at the label. "My grandparents liked them, too."
Boruto happily played one of the old records and then got to his feet, circling his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "Let's dance."
Dropping the comforter on the floor, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes as they swayed to the music. Listening to Frank Sinatra sing 'Something Stupid' with his wife completed the picture for her. The lyrics were hitting her hard, making Sarada hold on to him tighter and taking in his scent, letting it overwhelm her. It was perfect. This weekend wasn't close to being over but it was already perfect and she didn't want to ruin it.
They've only known each other for a few months, but she had never felt so connected to someone as deeply as she did with Boruto. They weren't together, never saying out loud how they felt for each other but at this moment, Sarada didn't care. He was here with her, spending this small space in time with no one else but her, and she never wanted it to end.
Perhaps she wouldn't even need to say it. It was obvious, anyway. Even if… she wished he did say it.
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The weekend ended all too fast, and Sarada was having a severe case of Monday Blues. She didn't get sick anymore the following day and thought about skipping the doctor's appointment she was scheduling now. Truth be told, she really would have skipped it Boruto wasn't hovering over her to get the appointment done, he was even insisting he come with her.
"I'll be fine," Sarada waved him off. "I'll get a new prescription for glasses, fill up a form, wait around for a few days and have them mailed to me." She rolled her eyes. "I can handle it, okay?"
"You make an appointment with your family doctor too," He said with narrowed eyes. "If you can handle it, don't try to brush it off."
She pouted at him and pulled out her phone, "Okay, okay. I'll text to have it done. I can't believe this, making me go to the hospital on my birthday."
"Which is why I offered to go with you. I feel bad, okay? But it's the right thing to do. I'm worried about you."
He was too sweet… and worried too much. She kissed his cheek and held his hand. "It's nothing, okay? I don't want to waste your time waiting around on me. If you want, you can drop me off and pick me up after, sound okay?"
"I don't understand why you don't want me to go, but fine. I'll just wait outside for you. You're being difficult. As usual." He shook his head and sighed heavily.
"I'm not being difficult," she argued and sighed loudly. "Okay, fine. If you really want to go with me, then fine. Waste your time waiting with me. I don't know why you won't just let me go to my mom for this."
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It wasn't so bad waking up early since he had been spoiling her since midnight, and it continued until she woke up, breakfast was ready for her and a large bouquet of flowers was waiting for her in the living room. He really knew how to make her happy and feel special.
Sarada was already on leave for her birthday, expecting that she would be able to visit her parents, but since Boruto was insisting, they went to the hospital right after breakfast and getting ready.
Since it was early, she was the first one the doctor saw and she got her eyes checked. Sarada couldn't even remember when was the last time she had gotten a new pair of glasses. Her grade did change, and Boruto had fun helping her pick a new pair that suited her well. Still red, and she didn't mind. After filling up the form for her new pair, and ordering a new set of contact lenses, the two of them headed to another wing to see a general doctor.
Boruto wanted to sit in with her, but she left him outside, teasing him to be such a snoop.
Sitting down across the middle-aged doctor, she smiled and waited.
The doctor held on to her form and read it over. "Sarada, was it?"
"Yes."
"Oh, it's your birthday!" The doctor smiled. "Happy birthday, dear. Let's make this quick."
"Thank you." Sarada smiled. "Yes, please. I have plans to see my parents after."
"Oh, really?" She smiled and put her stethoscope on and walked around. "I suppose the young man outside is your husband?" She lifted Sarada's shirt and started listening to her heartbeat from her back.
Sarada didn't answer, breathing calmly. She knew how these checkups went. Once the doctor was back on her desk, Sarada answered. "No, he's not my husband. He's just a friend."
"Oh?" The smug smile on her face made Sarada feel… slightly awkward. Why was it that everyone was assuming they were together? "Okay, dear. I just have a few questions. Yes or no answers are fine… Do you smoke or drink?"
"No, not really."
"When was your last cycle?"
She hummed and looked at the calendar. "Oh, I'm late…" she admitted. "I should have gotten it a few days ago."
The doctor looked at her. "Are you irregular?"
"No."
"Sexually active?"
Her cheeks reddened. "Yes."
"Last intercourse?"
Sarada looked away. "Th-this morning."
The doctor was really looking at her now. "On birth control?"
"Umm… no."
"Condoms, then?"
Did he use condoms? "... no. I don't think so."
The doctor put the form down and took out a slip. "Okay, dear. I think we're done here but I need you to go see the OB-Gyne, I'll write you a referral."
"What?" Sarada was confused. "Why?"
She bit her lip and handed her a form. "When was the last time you went to one?"
"I don't… remember." Wow, she was really neglecting her health. "I think the last was when I got hired."
The doctor hummed and handed her another slip. "Please give this to the receptionist on your way out. Now, before you leave, please do see the OB-Gyne, okay?"
Sarada felt her stomach flip. "O-okay. Thank you." She stood up from the chair and made to leave.
"Happy birthday, Sarada. I hope you get a good present today."
She laughed nervously, not knowing what the doctor meant. "Thanks."
Sarada had a weird feeling about this.
A/N: Ooohh... The plot thickens, fam. Hehehehehe. What ever would she need to go to the lady doctor for, I wonder? Leave us a review to tells us what you think is happening next. hehehe
There will be another update right after this, it is a filler and written for BoruSaraWeek that happens in this AU. Tomorrow, we will have another update and it will also be a filler for the same purpose. The next canon chapter will be on Sarada's birthday.
Cheers & have a great week ahead,
Kairi and Tyy
