A/N: We hope you have all been doing well! Here's another chapter. :)
Warning: this chapter contains explicit sexual content.
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Boruto's thumb hovered over the post button, his heart thumping a little louder each time. He swallowed once and then clicked. A loud clatter on the wooden table resounded when he dropped his phone, screen first.
It had been a week since that photo of he and Sarada was posted online. After that ordeal and their names were no longer trending, Boruto decided to post a photo of himself, wearing the designer suit for Sincerely Yours' premiere. He wasn't around Sarada all evening, and even the photos he was tagged in by official photographers and other people all looked innocent and good. Boruto went alone, and that's what he wanted to emphasize to the world.
But the thing is… he wasn't.
Boruto belonged to Sarada and Sarada belonged to Boruto.
The whole world may not know it, but it was their little secret.
The phone on the table started vibrating like crazy, and Boruto peeked from behind his hands for a moment, simply watching and it and weighing the pros and cons to picking it up. The notifications on his Ninstagram were blowing up. All hearts and mostly nice comments about how good he looked.
He sighed a breath of relief and closed the application, opting to reread the email he received earlier and getting some work done before his princess woke up.
Sasuke called Sarada yesterday and asked if Boruto was around. When she confirmed, he asked to be placed on speaker and broke the news that she got the role. She had been all smiles that day, looking like it was impossible to get her down from her high. He adored seeing her that happy and they celebrated at a private little restaurant for a dinner date.
Boruto scrolled through his inbox and found the one that contained the rough script to Haikyu! And some questions about what usual requests Sarada had for her contracts.
Boruto responded to the email, copying Mitsuki and asking him to go through the details of the contract with the legal team before sending the draft back. He then sent an email to Kakashi, wanting to discuss Hōki and Sarada's arrangement. The manager responded near-instantly, with Hōki in copy, requesting that their talents join this meeting. Kakashi offered his house as a venue.
Boruto rolled his eyes and declined, suggesting they meet in a public space and confirming that Sarada was unavailable that night. Besides, it's not like she needed to be there. Boruto took care of all of her contracts for her, with Sarada barely even reading through it before signing as long as he told her everything in it was okay.
His phone started ringing, Kakashi calling.
"Hello?"
"Boruto. I don't understand. Why will you be terminating the contract? We have five more months, and an interesting proposition for Sarada."
"There are added clauses, Kakashi. If Sarada gets another role and starts filming, she is off the hook."
"Are you saying she has another role? So soon?" There was a pause. "I thought you said she was taking a break?"
"She was on break but she got a role she likes. I can't tell you which yet. The NDA was just signed." Lies. But it didn't hurt. "Sarada can't keep this up with Hōki once she starts filming and I already explained that."
"I didn't want to tell you yet until it was sure but Hōki also got a new role for a romance. And the management wants to offer the lead to Sarada. It's with a bigger production company, too." Kakashi sounded happy, even a little smug about it.
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah well, she already got accepted for a new role and Sarada loves it. Negotiations are already on the way for her contract."
"You haven't even heard the plot, let me send you the manuscript. Surely Sarada will reconsider." Not so cocky now, huh? "Boruto, it's a big film with a good role. Sarada will like this more."
"Highly doubt it." Boruto pressed.
"Boruto, if you end their relationship so soon, it will look like the photo and cheating rumors were true," Kakashi warned.
He wasn't going to get manipulated or blackmailed into this. "It has been resolved. They don't need to publicly announce they're no longer together. We agreed we would make it appear that they have grown apart, too busy. And it's perfect that Hōki has a new role, too. He'll have a new love interest."
"And make him look fickle? He isn't the one who wants to end things."
"There was nothing to end in the first place. We can discuss the details over dinner or I can have Mitsuki send you a draft."
Kakashi did not sound happy, and perhaps if Boruto was in his shoes, he would have reacted the same way. It made sense, and Kakashi was an experienced manager, for a time, was also an actor. "Listen, Kakashi, it's better we rip the bandaid off before things fester, ya know? We can discuss further details and see which is the best way to go about this, okay?"
The two managers fought it out a little more, Kakashi insisting that cutting things off early would be a bad move for both of them, and Sarada should reconsider the role for the movie Hōki was working on. Boruto was exasperated and ended the call, sending him a text to placate him.
Send over whatever you want to my email and Sarada and I will discuss.
Boruto padded back into the bedroom, finding Sarada awake, but still in bed, holding on to her phone. It was impossibly close to her face, as she wasn't wearing her glasses. He lingered a little longer by the doorframe, just watching her. Even with messed up hair, she still looked beautiful.
"What are you doing over there?" She asked, lips spreading apart in a smile as she set her phone on the bedside table and looked over at him.
"Getting rid of Kakashi," Boruto muttered. "Who're you texting?"
"Uncle Itachi and Uncle Shisui. They started a group chat with the three of us and keep sending these silly gifs."
Boruto snickered and crawled into bed with her again. "Yeah? That sounds like fun."
"They're being annoying."
He shook his head and smiled. Boruto wrapped his arm around her and sighed. "Kakashi called me, he finally mentioned that role your father told us about. He seemed insistent you put your current role on hold and at least look at the manuscript for what they have." Boruto didn't even want to tell Sarada, but it wouldn't be fair to hide it from her. Work was work, and if she liked this new role better, then it wasn't his place to stop her.
Sarada clicked her tongue and nuzzled her cheek against his chest, getting more comfortable. "It doesn't matter what that role is, I don't want it. My mind is already made up."
"I'm so relieved to hear that," Boruto exhaled and nuzzled his cheek on the top of her head. "It sounds like they're going to put up a fight with you ending your fake relationship with Hōki." Kakashi did have a point, but Boruto just didn't care.
"I don't care." Sarada huffed, rolling her eyes in an exasperated manner. "I don't want to see Hōki anytime soon. I'm definitely not acting with him or fake dating him anymore."
Boruto nodded and ran his fingers through her long, dark hair. "Okay. What my princess wants, my princess gets." That request wouldn't be too hard to give. Boruto didn't want to see either of them and would be more than happy to keep Sarada away from Hōki.
His words made her giggle and she lifted her head to look at him. "You always spoil me. I don't want to cause problems for him or for me, but I just know it's the right thing to separate myself from him."
Sarada was right, disassociating herself with the actor was the best course of action. Even Sasuke said so. Boruto knew the main reason he agreed with her was that he hated the actor, but also because… Boruto didn't want to have to keep making excuses for people whenever they were spotted together. Their relationship was fake, but it was real to everyone else. "Mitsuki will take care of it, don't worry. Besides, you have a new role. A new role means you're off the hook and that was legally binding."
"I know… I just hope Hōki won't give us any trouble about it," She said with a deep sigh. "I wouldn't be surprised if he did, but if he does, Papa might get angry."
"Is it bad I'm actually hoping for that?" Boruto laughed lightly. "I'll take care of him, princess. Don't worry about it. You have a new role, and it's really different from what you've done so far. You focus on that."
"Thank you, Boruto." She smiled and rested her head back against his chest. "I will."
Boruto kept stroking her hair and cuddled with her a little longer. He was sure Hōki and Kakashi weren't going to stop anytime soon, but the new movie would release it's confirmed cast list soon, and start with some promotions soon enough. This production company knew what it was doing, and with Sasuke as the producer, Boruto knew he wouldn't need to work half as much since Sasuke's team was always on top of things. The most he would have to do—which was really what Boruto was supposed to be doing—was taking care of Sarada and making sure she would have all the support she needed to play her role well. He also had every intention to make sure she did.
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Leaning back on the couch, Boruto watched Sarada interact with the main cast. Knowing that Sarada was the only female in the cast scared Boruto but upon meeting and being introduced to them, he felt his heart be at ease. They were all so kind and warm, none of them looking as menacing as he thought they would. The movie was about a high school volleyball team, and most of them did look the part. Save for a few, who were supposed to look older for the sake of the role.
Sarada looked so tiny as the boys towered over her. All of them were nearly as tall as her father, he spoke to them, holding on to a script, the overzealous Director next to him, all grins and practically sparkling.
Boruto felt his pocket vibrate, checking the caller ID, he raised his brow but answered anyway.
"What is it, dad?" Boruto muttered, keeping his voice down. "I'm working."
"You always are!" Naruto boomed. "And hey—is that any way to speak to your father?"
Boruto sighed and covered his mouth as he spoke into the phone. "I'm at a huddle, dad. Why did you call? Is everything okay?"
"Right, right. Yeah, everything is fine. I just called because well, we're having this event over at my office, and uhh… I was hoping you and Sarada would come. It's to launch this new educational program."
"Did you invite me because you needed a family photo or because you wanted Sarada's star power?" He asked flatly.
"Boruto!" Naruto chided him. "Is it a crime to want my son around? It's for an educational program. Sarada's foundation is for funding children's schooling, right? It would be good to have her there to represent and listen."
He sighed loudly, earning him a pointed stare from Sasuke. Boruto slouched in his seat and murmured. "When is it? Does Sarada need to donate?"
"Only if she wants to," Naruto laughed. "But that isn't the point of the event. I want her to see and listen. It's good."
"Okay, okay. Send me the details. I'll talk it over with her."
Naruto was so happy and even informed him that his sister and mother were coming, but Kawaki would be away for an assignment. Boruto breathed a little lighter at that. At least he wouldn't have to keep his hands all over Sarada for him to step away—as if Boruto had planned not to have his hands on her all night, anyway.
He shortly received a text from his father, with the bare minimum information. It would be at the Golden Leaf Hotel, seven in the evening, black-tie attire. Typical of his father to send the invitation on short notice, the event was happening this Friday.
Just great. More work. Perfect.
Boruto wasted no time texting Chocho, setting up an appointment for Sarada's hair and makeup, while he mulled over if she could repeat a gown or if there was any designer willing to make one for Sarada on such short notice. Even if there was, they didn't have the time to fly just to get her measured.
Chocho responded quickly, saying she would come by Sarada's condo at four in the afternoon.
Boruto: Awesome. Thanks! Do you know a local based designer who can make Sarada a dress by Friday?
Chocho: You're looking for a miracle worker, not a designer. Lol. I think I have someone in mind. Let me send you his number.
She sent in the number and the name. It rang a bell, for Boruto. Inojin Yamanaka. But there was no time to dwell on it. He introduced himself as Sarada's manager and inquired about where his studio was and if he could possibly design and create a gown for Sarada on such short notice. If he could, Boruto also inquired if he could have a new coat and dress pants made, too. But the dress would be the top priority.
The designer didn't reply right away, but Mitsuki did send over the draft for Sarada's contract as well as the activities they would require Sarada to do, such as volleyball practice with the boys three times a week and acting lessons once a week. There were significantly fewer requirements for her social media posts, especially since she wasn't starring in it. But what Boruto loves about this film was she wouldn't have to fake a relationship with anyone.
Mitsuki called, and Boruto answered, still keeping his voice low. Mitsuki had other clauses he wanted to discuss with Boruto and Sarada, to check if they were okay with it since it looked like she would have no vacation time between shooting this time around. His brows furrowed at that and muttered he would have to discuss it with Sarada and if Mitsuki could already write a proposal, that would be great.
The huddle finished, and Boruto watched Sarada speak to some of the actors before walking over to him, sitting on the couch, and leaning on his chest. Boruto's arm wound around her waist, holding her close before telling Mitsuki they would talk more about it later.
"Who was that?" Sarada asked softly as she hugged him and breathed a sweet sigh.
"Mitsuki," Boruto replied softly. "Things about your contract. How do you feel about volleyball practice and no vacation in-between shooting?"
"You mean like… me actually playing?" She looked surprised but excited. "I will do whatever I need to for my role… even no vacation."
"I'm not sure with playing real games," Boruto looked at her and softened at her excited expression. "More like practicing with the cast. If I recall, they're going to shoot a scene of you playing and how you got your injury. Plus, there will be shots of you helping the coach during practice." He shouldn't be surprised that Sarada would want to do anything for her role, but she usually requested at least a one week break from shooting. "Are you sure you don't want the vacation time? I asked Mitsuki to create a proposal to have it included."
Sarada's fingers played along the hem of his shirt and she nodded against him. "I'd like that… it doesn't hurt to ask, I suppose. If it's not okay though, I won't put up a fuss or anything. I feel like this role will be much easier for me."
He hummed and rubbed her side absentmindedly, going through his phone to check on his texts. The designer replied, asking if they could meet within the day to see if creating a dress was feasible. His blue eyes widened. "Yes!" A grin spread on his face. "Sorry, are you done for the day, princess? We gotta go."
"Yes, but…" Sarada sat up straight, looking at him curiously. "Where are we going?"
Oh, right. "Umm… You see, my dad called and asked if you wanted to attend this event the Mayoral office is holding, something about a new educational program. He said it would be good for you to attend for your foundation, ya know?" He smiled. "And it's black-tie, I was looking for a designer who can make you a gown and lucky us, they're free today."
"Oh." She sounded a little surprised still but got to her feet with a grin. "Let's get going then."
Boruto held her hand and then walked her to the parking lot. He kept ranting about how his father probably just wanted to look good, hosting an event with his whole—well almost—family in attendance. Having Sarada around would definitely also get people talking about the project. "If you don't want to go, we don't have to, ya know?" Boruto opened the car door for her, grounding his teeth together and feeling guilty that he just assumed she would say yes without even asking.
"I do want to." She smiled as she got in the car, looking up at him cheekily. "Any reason for me to dress up like a princess."
Boruto was taken aback by her response, but he bent down and leaned in close to her face, a smirk on his lips. "Dressed up in a gown or naked, you're still my princess."
Sarada's cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink and she looked away from him almost shyly. "Even… even naked? Really?"
Boruto kissed her lips lightly. "I think I actually prefer you that way." He winked before closing her door and walking over to the driver's side. He hopped in and grinned to see her cheeks still flushed.
"Can we go home first?" She asked quietly, twiddling her thumbs in her lap.
He started the engine, a smile on his face. "Why is that, princess? Feeling a little hot?" Boruto knew she was feeling horny and did feel bad he couldn't spoil her. But they needed to meet this designer as soon as possible.
"W-what… no… I just… ugh." She couldn't even explain her way out of that one. "Forget it."
Once they were on the main road, Boruto took her hand in his and kissed it. "After this, I'll spoil you as much as you want, alright?"
"Okay, fine…" Sarada crossed her arms and smirked. "I mean—you better."
"Hey," Boruto protested. "I always do." He was tempted to stick his tongue out at her, feeling just as childish, but chose to keep his eyes on the road.
"I know. It only makes me want to be spoiled more though." She giggled, reaching over to lay her hand on his leg. "I just wish we had a little more time. Even just a few minutes."
Boruto suddenly felt a little hot. Having her hand on his thigh was starting to do things to him, and knowing she was this turned on made him want her all the more. A quick look at the clock and Boruto did the math. If they could finish in less than thirty minutes, they would be able to get to the studio before it closed.
His car was heavily tinted, even if someone were to peer inside, they would barely see anything—something he made sure of since he was always driving Sarada around. Boruto thanked the gods in the sky for it because he didn't want to regret giving in. "Alright. Hold on, let me park."
Boruto searched for an isolated place and pulled over, letting the engine idle. He adjusted his seat, pulling it all the way back and looked at Sarada. His eyes greedily raked over her. "You're in a dress. Perfect." Everything just seemed to fall into place.
"We're going to do it—here?" Sarada breathed, body shivering just at the thought as her hand stroked his thigh.
"Yes, Sarada. Right here," Boruto patted his lap, waiting for her. Her eyes drifted to his lap, and Boruto unbuckled his belt, opened up the button and pulled the zipper down. He really didn't have time to waste, but he liked taking it slow, relishing how her cheeks reddened when he pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees.
Swallowing at the sight of him, Sarada raised her hips after working her fingers up under her dress. She pushed down her panties slowly, taking them all the way off before tossing them in the backseat and then she was crawling over the console and getting settled in his lap. Her expression had changed to one so lustful, it made his cock twitch.
Boruto licked his lips as she made her way over, his hands coming to her waist to help position Sarada better. She lowered herself to his lap, his dick rubbing on her sex as she leaned down to kiss him. Sarada was already wet. Their lips locked together, tongues reaching for each other as Boruto slid his hands up and down her smooth thighs. He felt his dick twitch again, and he groaned when she bit into his lower lip.
Sarada's hips were rocking slightly, urging him to give her more. She was always so eager, wanting him and always greedily taking everything he had to offer. "Boruto," she panted, snaking her hand between them to grasp his cock. "Put it in." She spoke the words quietly, voice raspy with desire and she was already positioning him at her entrance. The actress didn't hesitate to begin lowering herself on him, not having the patience to wait for a second longer.
Boruto threw his head back and closed his eyes as Sarada lowered herself all the way down, his hands dug into her hips as he lifted himself a bit off the seat to bury himself deeper inside of her. He barely contained a groan and gasped when she lifted herself up halfway before roughly setting back down on him. Shit. She was too much but it was so good.
"B-Boruto," she moaned brokenly, little whimpers mixing in with every move she made. Her fingers found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as she kept her parted lips against his. She wasn't kissing him, just breathing hotly and working her hips up and down, then in a small circle.
"Sarada," Boruto panted, the sensation overwhelming his system. The combination of her controlling the flow of their rhythm and taking what she wanted excited Boruto all the more. He moved his lips to her neck, nipping lightly. Although Boruto's lips were light, his grip on her hips was tight, helping Sarada move around him. His own hips bucked up, wanting to heighten their pleasure all the more.
The movement had her moaning louder, whispering unintelligible praises into the thick air of the car. Sarada worked her hips a little faster, grinding on him in a way that had her nub rubbing down on him, stimulating her in just the right way. "Th-that's… yes."
He hissed at her picking up the pace, but it sent shockwaves through his system and Boruto loved it. Moving in sync, it wouldn't take long for either of them to finish. The car rocked and bounced to their movement. No matter how dark the tint, there was no hiding how it moved. The possibility of getting caught turned Boruto on even more, but he couldn't let that happen.
Sarada was close, and her movements were starting to get sloppy. Her moans were getting louder and Boruto was also almost at the edge. He lifted her hips and thrust inside of her, keeping his pace fast and consistent. She began to say something, but she choked on her words as her orgasm ripped through her. The actress couldn't make another move, but Boruto was able to keep up his thrusts, giving her the ultimate pleasure throughout her climax while also working himself to completion.
Boruto panted and held Sarada close to him as they both came down from their highs. He swallowed and peeked at her, leaning on his shoulder and struggling to calm herself. The windows were fogged up, and Boruto checked all of the mirrors to see if anyone was close by. The coast was clear, and he kissed at her temple lazily, as he removed himself from her. Sarada made no move to get off his lap.
"I don't think I can move." She whispered, eyes closed and a goofy smile on her face. "I need a nap."
He was still struggling to even his breathing. Boruto rubbed her back and leaned his head back on the headrest. He was also feeling tired. "A nap sounds good." Boruto swallowed.
"Mmhmm." Sarada sighed and buried her face in his neck, lying against him bonelessly.
Boruto reached for his phone to text the designer and set an alarm. The moment he let go of his phone, he felt himself drift off.
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The studio was situated on top of a flower shop, and Boruto thought that's why his name was so familiar, but the family portrait on the receiving area connected all the dots.
"Shit," Boruto whispered. "He's Ino Yamanaka's son." She was a well-known actress and model, but took a break from acting and hadn't ventured back into it.
"Is that a bad thing?" Sarada asked curiously. "I've never met her… or him either."
"Neither have I," Boruto admitted. "I don't think it's a bad thing, princess. I hope he's good, his father is a famous artist, ya know?"
"Ooh! That's cool." She giggled, looking around on their way. "I hope Inojin is nice."
A lady received the two of them and led them into the studio. Boruto let go of Sarada's hand, wanting to be careful since this was their first encounter. Inojin sat on a stool, leaning over his drawing table with three pieces of paper with sketches on them.
He turned around and looked at them from head to toe and then back up. His blond brow rose, a smirk on his face. "Do I need to guess why you're late?"
Boruto's eye twitched. He already didn't like the guy. "Sorry about that," he pulled his best grin. "Got caught up along the way. I'm Boruto Uzumaki, and this is—"
"Sarada Uchiha," Inojin finished for him, getting off the stool and walking over to her, circling around and looking at her at every angle. "Nice, nice." He offered his hand to her. "Would you mind getting on the platform?" There was a small platform with four mirrors in front of it.
"Oh, sure." Sarada smiled, accepting his hand and moving to step on the platform.
Boruto's lower lip jutted out as he watched Inojin walk around her again. His assistant walked up to him, holding the sketches and a measuring tape.
"Sarada, I have three of these to propose, but did you have any design in mind? Or color? I looked at your Ninstagram and it seems you favor dark colors."
"Oh, not always but I do like darker colors. Maybe for this event, something lighter would be more appropriate? A pale blue or maybe silver."
Inojin brought his sketches up to her, gauging which gown would look best. "It's a black-tie event, right?" He looked at Boruto.
"Yes, it is. The event is this Friday and I'll need her gown done by Thursday at the latest. Can you do it?"
"Can I do it?" Inojin snorted. "Of course I can. And you wanted a coat and pants for you, too? What for?"
Boruto felt a vein on his forehead throb. This guy really had a sharp tongue. "For the same event. I wanted us to match." He smiled at Sarada.
"Oh! I would like that." Sarada chirped excitedly, grinning back at him.
Inojin gawked and looked at Boruto, and then at Sarada, and then back at Boruto. "Wait, wait. Matching?" He pointed at Boruto and then looked at Sarada. "You're going out with that?"
That? Boruto wanted to punch this guy. Who the hell did he think he is? "Excuse me?"
He was ignored by the designer, as he waited for Sarada's response. "Sarada, you do know you're too pretty for him, right?"
Sarada struggled to keep her face from twisting. "Please don't disrespect my manager." She said with a tight smile. "I think he's pretty too."
His eyebrows lifted nearly all the way up to his hairline and a smug smile came up to his face. "Well, I didn't expect that." Inojin snickered and then pulled out the second sketch, showing Sarada a mermaid dress with a sweetheart cut neckline. "If you want pale blue, I suggest this design. The fabric will gradually change to dark blue as it reaches the edge. For the suit," Inojin pulled out another sketch. "Dark blue with a matching bow tie and a light blue dress shirt. I can have it done by Thursday, but I'll need you two to come tomorrow afternoon for a fitting and maybe the next day as well."
"Very well. I'm okay with those designs if Boruto is," Sarada told Inojin and then looked over to her manager.
Boruto walked over to them to take a look, nodding in approval. The mermaid gown would definitely look stunning on Sarada. "Looks good to me. What are your payment methods?"
"Half on the first fitting. Full when you pick it up." Inojin explained. "My assistant will set it up for you. I just need your measurements."
Boruto nodded and gestured towards Sarada. Inojin immediately got to work, his assistant taking note of the measurements. It wasn't long before Boruto had to get his done, and when they finished, he filled out the form given by the assistant and then walked Sarada out of the studio.
Once they were in the car, Boruto muttered, "well wasn't he lovely?" Inojin was frank and rude, but judging by the gowns on display in his studio, he was good and worked well. Mitsuki also informed him that Inojin had a number of high profile clients, too.
"I really… I wanted to tell him that you were mine." Sarada admitted with a pout.
Boruto chuckled and kissed her hand. "I wanted to, too, princess."
"If he ever tries that again, I may be unable to hold myself back." She huffed, though her mood had softened considerably.
He laughed lightly at her spunk and thanked her for standing up for him. Next time, he would have to prepare a comeback. And again, these were one of the times Boruto wished they were officially together, as he wanted nothing more than to let the whole world know that Sarada Uchiha was his girl.
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On the day of the event, Boruto got into the shower after Chocho had arrived to do Sarada's hair and makeup. The gown and suit hung on a rack, waiting to be worn.
He suited up in the other room and fixed up his hair, slicking it back a bit, in order to look a little more formal. He hadn't seen his parents in a while, and this would only be their second encounter with Sarada. Boruto felt a little guilty not spending as much time with them, but he was just too busy lately and he didn't want to leave Sarada when she was working.
Putting on his cologne and then his watch, Boruto fixed his bow tie before coming out of the room, feeling the wind knocked out of him when he saw Sarada in her gown.
Her hair was swept over to one side, with a sparkly clip holding it in place, her locks hung in loose curls. Her makeup looked dreamy, emphasizing her eyes.
Sarada looked beautiful, like she always did. Boruto couldn't get himself to talk but by the way he gaped like a fish at her, he hoped she knew what he wanted to say.
"Wow, Boruto." She smiled like a poised queen and walked over to him like a seductress. Her hands laid on his chest and glided up and down. "You're making me wish we didn't have to leave home."
Her being this close to him made little Boruto stand to attention. His face flooded with heat and Boruto struggled to respond properly. "Y-you're making me not want to go anymore, too."
Her arms wound around his neck and her glossed lips moved to his ear. "When we make it back, I just might ravish you." Her voice was like honey, making him shudder. Then her tongue darted out to flick across his earlobe.
Boruto wrapped his arms around her waist, wanting her to continue, but they were interrupted when Chocho cleared her throat. "I know you two can't keep your hands to yourself but don't ruin my work!" She huffed.
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Boruto pulled up at the entrance and exited his car, some photographers taking his photo. He walked around to open the door for Sarada and helping her out. When they saw who he was with, everyone with a camera started taking photos and Boruto had to fight the urge to roll his eyes.
For tonight, Sarada was his official date, and he was glad for it. There were too many excuses for him to use to be with her tonight and it ranged from having her as his date for his father's event to this as a work-related event, as it was for Sarada's charity. Boruto wound his arm around her waist, stopping for a few photos before walking her inside of the hotel. They were greeted by the staff, and Boruto gave their names for them to be registered and get their table number.
They were at table number two, seated next to his mother and sister, as well as some other council members and their wives. It was a fancy event, and not only were politicians there, but also other people of influence. There were a number of artists and actors present, too. Their advocacies also had something to do with education and Boruto was relieved to know that there was at least some basis to their invitation.
Before they could get to their table, Naruto already spotted them, and he left his current conversation to go over to them.
Boruto put on his best smile as there were photographers tailing Naruto around. He grinned wide and engulfed Boruto in a big hug. "I'm so glad you could make it, Boruto."
"Thanks for inviting us, dad." He grinned. "And this is Sarada. Sarada, my father. Naruto. The mayor of this city."
"We've met before," Naruto smiled. "But you look even more beautiful than I remember." He shook her hand.
"You're too kind." Sarada giggled. "I'm happy to see you again."
"Say, would you come with me for a moment, Sarada? I would want to introduce you to some people who made this program happen." Naruto offered his arm to her.
As much as Boruto didn't want to let go, he knew this place was full of people that could help Sarada's foundation grow and it would be a good opportunity for her to network. He looked at her and gave Sarada an encouraging smile. "I'll be around, don't worry."
"Okay." She smiled sweetly at him.
"I'll give her right back, don't worry," Naruto laughed. His eye was caught by someone passing by and he called him over. "Kagura, excuse me for a bit."
The man stopped in his tracks and he walked over a charming smile on his face. He looked handsome, despite that scar on his cheek. It made him look even better, actually.
"Boruto, Sarada, this is Kagura. One of my city councilors. Kagura, this is my son and Sarada. Could you please keep Boruto company? I believe he's also sitting at your table with my family." Naruto grinned.
"Nice to meet you all," Kagura grinned, looking as charming and dashing as a fairytale prince. "Boruto, I've heard so much about you."
Naruto took Sarada away and started talking to her. Boruto watched the two go with his lower lip jutting out. He sighed deeply and placed a hand on Kagura's shoulder. "You don't need to keep me company, I can find my way around." It was like his father to put people up to tasks, and he really didn't want to preoccupy someone just because his father said so.
Kagura blinked but smiled warmly. "It's no trouble at all, Boruto. I would love to talk to you some more."
Boruto looked at Kagura. He was probably just a few years older than him and definitely was much younger than the other council members he had met before. "Yeah? It's really no trouble if you're busy. I'll just find my sister."
The councilor grinned and pointed the way to the refreshments table. "Do you want a drink? The wine tonight is good, and the cheese is spectacular. Do you like cheese?"
Do you like cheese? This guy would have probably creeped Boruto out but he was just so charming and… handsome.
"Y-yeah I like cheese." Woah, what was up with that stutter? "Do you?"
Kagura's eyes softened. "I love cheese. Please, indulge." He took a plate and handed it to Boruto, loading his plate with cold cuts and cheeses. The server handed them some wine and the two talked some more, enjoying their snacks.
They talked about work, the program, and even about university. It turned out that Kagura was his senior and even took the same extracurriculars as Boruto. They had so much in common and it was clear to Boruto that Kagura really had the heart to serve the people. Although it was obvious he was smart, he needed a little confidence boost and that's exactly what Boruto did—give him a pep talk.
Kagura looked surprised but his cheeks flushed with appreciation and promised to work on his confidence. Naruto came around with Sarada on his arm, and he let her go.
"Boruto let's have a photo. Your mother and sister are already on stage." Naruto smiled.
He pouted at that but agreed. "Alright." Boruto took Sarada's hand and let her sit on his seat. "I'll be right back, Sarada. Kagura, can you keep her company?"
Kagura smiled. "I would be honored to."
"He's no creeper," Boruto told Sarada. "I already checked."
She laughed. "Good. We'll be fine, you go ahead."
He was so close to kissing her lips before he left but stopped himself when he noticed he was leaning in. "R-right. I'll see you two in a bit."
Boruto left the two, and looked back once, a smile on his face to see the two of them talking. He finally got to see his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek and hugged Himawari before they had their photos taken. It took a lot longer than Boruto anticipated, as other politicians came to join in the photo. He was able to slip away after a while, telling Himawari he would be at the table, wanting to get back to his princess right away. It wasn't fair for him to leave his date, after all.
When the table came into view, the two were alone on the table and Sarada was laughing at something Kagura had said. Boruto was relieved to know she wasn't bored while he was gone. Just as he returned, he heard the tail end of Kagura's question and his heart stopped.
"I would love to have coffee with you sometime, you're so easy to talk to, Sarada." Kagura smiled.
"Oh, so are you." Sarada mused, dark eyes darting around until she spotted Boruto. "Boruto! Kagura wants to have coffee. Are we free on Sunday?"
"Coffee." Boruto smiled tightly. "On Sunday, huh? I'll have to check."
"Only if you're free," Kagura replied. "I don't want to impose." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a card, and handed it to Sarada.
Boruto took it for her and grinned. "I'll take that for her." He slipped it in his breast pocket. "No pockets on that dress."
Kagura blinked but nodded. "Shame, but it is a beautiful gown and you look stunning, Sarada. Even more so in person."
"Thank you, Kagura. You flatter me." Sarada responded with a dazzling smile.
Boruto tried his best to keep the smile on his face, even when Kagura kept showering Sarada with compliments. His mother and sister finally joined their table and he was glad to have Sarada's attention diverted to Himawari.
He kept his eye on Kagura the entire night, but he didn't try anything too forward like touching Sarada or whatnot. Truth be told, Kagura did nothing aggressive or creepy like what Hōki would do, but it still unsettled Boruto. He breathed a little easier when Sarada held his hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze.
Perhaps it was just his insecurities and paranoia, but he was thankful that his princess always reassured him that Boruto was the only one for her.
A/N: Did you notice that little stutter? lol! This was fun to write, and we hope you had fun reading it, too.
Did any of you come to the conclusion that they would be acting out Haikyu? Get ready to see shenanigans from the cast!
As Kagura has entered the picture, do you think he will be taking center stage?
Stay indoors and wash your hands, fam.
Cheers,
Kairi and Tyy