A/N: Thank you so much for all the support you have been giving this fic. We have reached over 300 reviews and we are winded. Thank you so much!
Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
"And theeeeen, she really, really said it." Boruto snorted, currently in the middle of telling a too-sober Sasuke how he and Sarada actually got engaged.
Today was their engagement party, a celebration for them where their friends and family came to show their support—some not so much, but they didn't dare say that. Sasuke looked the grumpiest of all, but it wasn't because he wasn't supportive, he was honestly happy with how things turned out. It was Boruto who was irking him, too touchy, too friendly after way too many drinks. The party had only been going on for a couple of hours, but the blond took after his dad a lot. He was quick to get drunk.
"Can you believe it though…" he laughed obnoxiously. "She thinks… she actually thinks I confessed first. Ha!"
The twitch on his eyebrow wouldn't stop, and thank god he was holding onto a mug instead of a paper cup for it would have been crushed minutes ago if it were. Sarada had called him and Sakura right after he proposed, and he believed his daughter way more than the drunk fool in front of him. Arguing with him about it would only prolong the conversation so he replied, "Right."
"Right?!" Boruto slapped Sasuke on his back a few times as he continued to laugh. "She has been in such a good mood since. Swear the mood swings are just happy and horny. That's it."
His grip on the mug increased and a little crack was heard coming from it. Sasuke understood his daughter's… fiancée was drunk.
Fiancée.
The mug cracked a little louder but was still intact. He couldn't believe this was happening. A quick look to the side and he saw Sarada chatting happily with a coworker, the diamond on her finger shining as she moved her hands around. He supposed Boruto wasn't so bad if Sarada had been so happy lately.
"It's hard to believe, I know. I mean, who am I to actually love somebody. A woman who isn't my sister or my mother… not even Auntie Hanabi. But Sarada. Wow. She's amazing and so beautiful. Smart too. And sexy. Fuck, how did I ever take so long to make her mine, Pops?"
He was rambling now, and just when Sasuke thought he couldn't get even more irritating with the mushy words (that Sasuke appreciated, secretly), Boruto had called him Pops.
Someone, please save this poor mug.
"Eeeyyyy Sasukeeeee," Shisui came rolling in, a tray in hand. "Let me get that refilled for you. Free-flowing booze, you know." He took the mug and replaced it with a can of beer.
"Best uncle ever." Boruto wiggled his brows, reaching over to grab a fresh beer from the tray, pointing his fingers like a gun at Shisui and clicking his tongue. "Drink more. Way more. Let's get drunk."
"You two already are." Sasuke rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Drinking? Yeah, hell yeah." Boruto nodded and leaned over on the man. "Why you not?"
Because I don't want to look like a fool like you. Was Sasuke's initial thought, but his gaze drifted to the living room, where his wife was having her fifth glass of wine. "I need to drive Sakura home safely."
"Oh, don't you worry, Pops. We have three spare rooms until the other kids come along!" Boruto grinned happily.
He looked at the beer in his hands and frowned. "If I drink it, will you bother someone else tonight?" He was really not enjoying the way Boruto was stroking his back. Perhaps it would have been soothing if Sasuke didn't want to punch him already.
"Aw." He pouted. "Fine then. I'm sure my princess is missing me anywaaay."
Boruto turned up his nose and looked around until he found his girl. Oh yeah. His. All his. He quickly pepped up and pranced his way over to her, stealing her lips in a kiss while she was completely unprepared, not expecting it. She'd been in the middle of saying something to Kagura. And Chocho was listening too. Boruto didn't have any issues interrupting them and didn't kiss her quickly, no it was long and lingering with a lot of tongue.
When he pulled back he grinned slyly at Kagura. He couldn't believe there had been a time when he thought this guy could compete with him. As if. "Hello, Kagura. Didn't know you were here." He grabbed Sarada's left hand and raised it up pointedly. "Did you see?"
After recovering from his initial state of shock, Kagura smiled his usual prince-like smile and nodded. "Sarada showed me. I'm happy for you two. Congratulations."
"Good. That's really good." Boruto laughed and released Sarada's hand to wrap his arm around her waist instead. "By the way, Sarada… your dad is drunk. Wouldn't stop talking to me! I barely got away."
"Papa?" Sarada looked around and found her father staring at them, a crushed can of beer in his hand. She then turned and found her mother laughing loudly at what Naruto said, as she poured more wine. "I think Mama is, though. And really? He wouldn't stop talking to you?"
"Yeah, and he kept saying I was annoying, you know what that means. He loves me. Just like you. Well, not exactly the same, but ya know. Takes me back to you confessing to me like on the first day we met."
Her cheeks burned and she quickly looked at Kagura. "He's drunk. Don't mind him. He's crazy." She turned to Boruto and held his face. "How many have you drank?"
"Not enough, obviously." He snickered and held up his current drink. "Whoa, this one's waiting on me." Realizing he hadn't even opened it, he held it out with a pout directed at his fiancée. He didn't want to have to let her go.
Sarada rolled her eyes, but couldn't contain her smile. Taking the can, she opened it and handed it back to him. "Just for tonight, okay?" She said softly, kissing his cheek.
"Sure, no problem. I prefer being drunk on you anyway." He smirked darkly, blue eyes flicking to Kagura who was standing there still. Why hadn't he left yet?
Boruto turned his head before either of them could say anything, spotting Mitsuki making his way inside, wading through the crowded living room. Boruto didn't remember inviting so many people, but he didn't have time to care. "Well, well. The bastard actually showed up. Come on, Princess." Boruto said, not sparing Kagura another glance as he pulled Sarada towards his partner. "Mitsuki, you asshole." Boruto greeted him.
"Boruto," Mitsuki smiled softly, quickly turning his attention to Sarada. "You must be Sarada. I hear about you more than anything else."
"Hey, let's not go lying and shit." Boruto scoffed.
Sarada rolled her eyes at Boruto and extended her hand at Mitsuki. "Nice to finally meet you." She gave him a warm smile.
"I've been looking forward to it." He told her while shaking her hand. "Sorry, I'm late, got caught up with work. Boruto wasn't the only one who couldn't help me out today."
"Maybe you shoulda not been working, ya know," Boruto grumbled. "Nobody told you to work." He drank a little more, getting distracted when he heard Shisui yelling from the kitchen. Or was he singing?
Mitsuki smiled a little wider, and it unsettled Sarada by the tiniest bit, making her take a step back into Boruto.
"Someone has to do it unless we want to fall behind," Mitsuki replied, smiling even more.
"Well, you should also take a break," Sarada replied. "It's Saturday, after all. Have you eaten? Please help yourself."
"Wow, you're nice. No wonder Boruto is so in love with you." Mitsuki hummed in understanding. "I already ate. Thanks."
"The hell did he say to me?" Boruto asked Sarada while leaning into her.
She laughed. "That you're a slave driver and you're so in love with me."
"Oh. Fair enough." He shrugged and then raised his beer, finishing it before he pulled the can away from his lips again. "Mitsuki, let's drink."
"Sure, let's get a drink." Mitsuki agreed, even though he never drank and didn't intend to now. He was happy to please Boruto though and they had been friends forever.
"Okaaaay." Boruto beamed and looked back down to Sarada. "Tell me you love me."
A grin spread on her face and she rolled her eyes. She mouthed to him, "I love you," and blew him a kiss.
"So sweet." He cooed while Mitsuki urged him along. Sarada was immediately pulled into a new conversation but Boruto watched her until he was in the kitchen and she was no longer in sight. "I'm one lucky bastard, right?" He mused dreamily, but his expression twisted into one of surprise when he caught sight of Shisui clinging to Itachi, and not only that, but he was licking his face in a very suggestive way. "Get a roooooom." Boruto laughed.
Itachi smirked, holding on to Shisui's face as he let him nibble his earlobe. "Perhaps we will." Itachi led Shisui up the stairs, the latter barely containing his hands on innocent places until they vanished from sight.
"Those horny bastards." Boruto rolled his eyes and walked over to the counter, finding many different types of liquor. "Well, well. Time for an upgrade."
The blond went about mixing himself and Mitsuki both drinks and then the two of them left the kitchen, Boruto drunkenly showing him around until they wandered into the den. It was empty, except for two people. Two people who just happened to be his baby sister and Inojin. Boruto's lips fell apart as he watched the guy lick the lollipop he'd been sucking on before offering it to Himawari.
"What the actual fuck is this?" He squeaked, mortified, and outraged all at once. Not in his house.
Himawari took the lollipop from Inojin and placed it in her mouth before turning to face him. "Oh, hi, Bro." She even dared to grin at him, as if she hadn't done a great sin.
Inojin grinned too, all innocent and happy like. "Heya."
"You." Boruto almost dropped his cup, but before anything else could happen or be said, Mitsuki dragged him out of the den. "Mitsuki, did you fucking see that shit? Oh, I hate him."
"Sure, sure." Mitsuki hummed. "I understand. Don't blame you a bit."
"Right? Shit. Disgusting." He shook his head, trying not to gag. But the Inojin and Himawari incident was forgotten when he found Naruto challenging Sakura to a drinking contest. It wasn't a pretty sight.
"Winner gets free ramen for a year!" Naruto proposed happily, words slurred enough to tell he was already heavily intoxicated.
His wife was standing at the bylines, hand covering her mouth. Sasuke stood next to her, rubbing his temples.
Sakura's cheeks were flushed, but the fire in her emerald eyes was blazing. "You're on!" She held up a fist, pointing at Naruto with the other.
Sarada covered her face, embarrassed beyond belief for both of them.
"My money is on Sakura!" Chocho cheered loudly. No remorse that her boss was also challenging her. Shikadai strolled around, collecting money and bets.
"My money is definitely on Sakura." Boruto laughed, stumbling a bit as he fought to dig his wallet out of his pocket.
Shikadai happily took his cash and went around collecting more. The party was getting crazier, people cheering and coming around them. Chocho poured shots for them, whoever could finish five first, wins.
Now, this game looks familiar.
Boruto looked to Sarada, ditching Mitsuki to go stand by her instead. His arm moved to rest around her shoulders, hand hanging just over her chest, which caught his attention and had him grabbing a boob. "Whoa, hello there."
She jumped and swatted his hand. "Boruto! There are people."
"I'm sorry, whose house is this?" He cocked a brow.
"Ours," she narrowed her eyes at him. "I also get a say around here."
"You're the mommy, and the princess, of course, you do!" Boruto huffed and leaned closer to kiss her cheek. "But as it is our house, we do whatever we want and that goes extra for boob play."
"Behave now and you can get more later," she whispered seductively.
"Why?" He whined. "Shisui doesn't have to wait. I don't wanna wait eitherrrrr."
Sarada laughed lightly and kissed his cheek, her other hand coming up to cradle his face. "Just a little more, okay?"
"Fine. Guess I'll just drink then." He rolled his eyes, pouting playfully as he raised his cup and looked over just as the contest began. "Remember that time I kicked your ass by finishing first… and then you passed out on me… after not inviting me to celebrate… and I had to carry your ass…"
"I don't remember any of that," Sarada scoffed but leaned into him some more as she watched Naruto die on the second shot. Her mother was still at it. "Naruto is going to be in so much pain tomorrow," she muttered.
"Don't remember?" Boruto gasped. "Sarada, how could you?" He asked as if he was greatly offended and then laughed. "You're such a liar."
She hummed, a smile playing on her lips. "All I remember is a grumpy baby the following day." She touched his lips with her finger and grinned. "Now that, I remember clearly."
"Who?" He asked, brows furrowing.
"Well, he isn't my grumpy baby, but I'm surely going to meet him tomorrow morning." She laughed again, pinching his cheek.
Boruto's face fell much further and he frowned, trying to understand. "What… you're… You're cheating on me?" He whispered in disbelief. "You're leaving me?"
Sarada had an amused look on her face and she giggled. He was so cute. Still an idiot, but her idiot. "I'm talking about you, love. You're going to be grumpy tomorrow and I'll have to take care of your hangover." She hoped that was a clear enough explanation for his intoxicated and idiot mind.
"Oh, fucking hell, you scared the shit outta me." He breathed a deep, exaggerated sigh of relief and hugged her tight, nuzzling his cheek against hers. "What was that you said… something about love hmm?"
She froze in his embrace. "I-I didn't say anything. You're drunk. Go home."
"You're lying again," he sang giddily. "And heyyy—I am home."
Sarada cursed under her breath. She was hoping he would be too drunk to notice. "Maybe we should get you to bed, then. You're hearing things."
"No way am ain't going to bed any time soon. Well… I suppose we could get in the bed and not sleep." He said suggestively, voice dropping and breath hot at her ear.
The feeling of his hot breath on her ear made her shudder. That sounded like a good deal. "I can go with that," she smirked, pressing her hips into his a little more. "Let's get rid of everyone first, though. Don't want people hearing us."
"Then let's hope your uncles are already passed out." The rooms weren't that close… but Sarada's voice carried. "You gonna tell 'em or me?"
Taking a few seconds, Sarada replied, "I'll do it." She left his hold and went around whispering to the people who were sober, that the party was over. Some of them snickered, and brushed her off. She was peeved, but went around telling people, still.
After a few minutes, some made a move to leave but not everyone was cooperating. She looked at Boruto for help and he was more than glad to give his assistance.
"Alright, alright. Party is over, some of us need to get in bed, okay. So get, all of you." Boruto yelled loud enough to be heard by everyone and as soon as the words left his mouth, Konohamaru smacked him in the back of the head.
"I thought we were drinking."
"What?" Boruto turned around to glare at him. "I haven't seen you in… in… where the hell have you been anyway?"
"Around…" Konohamaru smirked, cheeks flushed from the drink, one in his hand now.
"Whatever, don't care, I'm going to get laid so leave."
The older man's blush deepened and he stammered, looking around for his wife. "R-right."
Soon enough, people started leaving, and Sarada was near the door, seeing people off and letting them bring some food home. Once she went over to the kitchen, Boruto saw Kagura approach her and what is this—he held her hand and kissed it. She seemed surprised, taking her hand back and holding it by her side, her expression hardening by the slightest bit. His hands came up, looking like he was apologizing.
Boruto was absolutely livid. Nobody was touching or kissing those hands but him. Damn sure not pretty boy Kagura. The move was way out of line and Boruto was going to let him know. He stormed over, fists clenching at his sides.
"Excuse me," he called, a tight, unamused smile thinning his lips as he reached them. "Did you just do what I think you just did?"
The panic was clear in Sarada's face. "Boruto."
Kagura held his hands up. "Sorry, bro. I wasn't thinking, but no harm done."
"No harm done?" Boruto raised his brows high, laughing in a way that was almost frightening. "No. Harm. Done?"
She walked over to him and placed her hands on his chest. "Stop it," Sarada whispered. "You're scaring me."
"No reason to be scared, Princess. I'm just about to kick his ass." Boruto huffed, glaring daggers at Kagura.
She leaned into him and pouted. "Don't you dare ruin the house." Sarada looked back at Kagura, tossing a glare towards him. "Get out."
"Whoa… Sarada. You're turning me on." Boruto grinned, his bad mood evaporating. He forgot all about Kagura for then as he turned to her and slid his arms around her small frame. "Killing me."
Kagura used his distracted state as his opportunity to go. The smartest decision of his life, though drunk or not, Boruto would not be forgetting what he did. While the newly engaged couple spoke quietly to each other—sometimes not so quietly—everyone else started so file out as well. Before long, nobody was left other than their immediate family. And Inojin.
"Oh, still here, Inojin?" Sarada asked, before looking over at Himawari, sitting on the couch.
He yawned. "Just waiting for Himawari to leave and I'll head out, too. Shika had to drive Chubbs home."
"Long as you're going separate ways," Boruto muttered, not having time to deal with them when he had other really sexy things on his mind. His dad was slumped over on the bar, eyes closed, a goofy grin on his red face. Boruto wasn't so sure he could haul him out without them both hurting themselves. "Look at this idiot. Drunk. So drunk." Boruto shook his head.
Sakura was still on her feet, but barely. Leaning heavily on Sasuke.
"Aw, your mom looks like you when you're drunk, Sarada." Boruto cooed, nudging her with his elbow. "Except… you wouldn't be standing."
She elbowed him for the comment. "Shut up."
"Fine, alright. Let me lug my stupid old man out to the car." Boruto removed himself from her to walk over to Naruto and poke his cheek. "Dad. Dad. Dad."
"I'm up!" Naruto straightened, but swayed immediately and Boruto helped him by taking his arm around his neck and supporting almost all of his weight.
"Heavier than usual," Boruto huffed under the pressure, but started walking towards the door. "I can't believe you thought a drinking contest was a good idea."
Getting Naruto out to the car was quite the task, but Boruto managed. He took a few minutes to speak with his mom, making sure she would be fine with him and able to get him inside. Himawari was quick to reassure him and then blew a kiss to Inojin before getting in the car. Boruto didn't get anything. Shame.
After they pulled out of the driveway, Boruto turned and walked over to where Sarada was speaking to her parents. He placed his hand on her hip, tugging her against him while slipping into the conversation.
"Sorry I couldn't talk more tonight, Pops. You should come by for dinner tomorrow. We can catch up."
Sasuke rolled his eyes and tightened his hold on his wife's hips. "Hn."
"Sure you're okay to drive home? Really, you can stay. Shisui and Itachi didn't mind taking a room, that's for sure." Boruto laughed.
He cringed at that and sighed. "We're fine. Good luck with those two in the morning." Sasuke smirked and ushered his wife out of the house while she played with his hair and nibbled at his jaw.
"Well, now I see where you get it from." Boruto mused once they were in their car and he and Sarada were finally alone.
Sarada squirmed at the thought and shuddered. "They're really embarrassing when it comes to that."
"Really?" Boruto asked while locking the door. "My dad has always been an embarrassing one. Because he's an idiot. But Mom is just way too reserved. I can't imagine her ever coming on to him at all. Ew." He shuddered just thinking about it.
"Let's not talk about that, please." She was way too sober for this conversation.
"Right. We need to get your hands washed… and get you naked and in bed." Boruto hummed, slipping his hand to the small of her back to lead her along.
She giggled and did as she was told. "Maybe a shower first, though."
"You wanna fuck in the shower? Fine. I'm not picky." Boruto said with a cheeky look at her just as they reached the stairs, heading up right away. It had been a long night.
Sarada laughed. "Maybe we can start there but I'm too tired to finish in it. I want to lie in bed with you."
"Oh, no worries Princess. I'll take care of you." He promised, pulling her straight into their bathroom and over to the tub instead of the shower. He let her go in order to lean over and get the water started.
Sarada took her earrings off, along with her bracelet and set them on the counter as she watched Boruto get their bath ready. Taking her dress off in one go, she stopped to look at her ring, admiring it before removing it and setting it with the rest of her jewelry. She removed her underwear and tossed it all in a hamper, then took her glasses off last.
Boruto hadn't even started getting undressed, he was too busy getting a good long look at her. She was so perfectly alluring in every possible way and he wasn't sure if he'd survive the bath, but he would try. He offered his hand, letting her hold on while she stepped in the tub, and then he finally pulled his shirt off.
"I don't think I want more parties." He told her after dropping the shirt and getting to work on his pants. "I don't really like sharing you on our time."
Her eyes trailed all over his torso before resting her gaze on his face and she chuckled. "Getting possessive again, huh?"
"What? I'm not like that…" he huffed, pushing down his pants and underwear in one go. He was already half-hard and ready to play, but he could be patient. Sarada left room for him to get in behind her and he took his spot happily. "I just want you to myself, ya know."
"I know, I know," she was smug about it but didn't really mind it too much. As soon as he was settled in, Sarada took the soap and handed him the shampoo. "Could you, please?" A soft smile on her face.
"Of course." He smiled as well while accepting the shampoo and setting it aside. "You trust me with this sprayer thing even when I'm a little drunk, that's sweet. Don't worry, I'll be careful." When it came to Sarada, he didn't have a problem with that. Sometimes he wanted to be extra gentle with her, but he wasn't sure if she preferred things that way or a little more intense.
For hair washing though, gentle and careful was the way to go. He wasn't that much of an idiot.
"Did you have a good time tonight?" He asked softly while beginning to wet her hair.
She hummed, and closed her eyes. Loving the way the warm water washed down her hair and skin. "Yeah, even if it got pretty crazy. People really like the house, and the ring." Sarada looked back at him and gave him a small smile. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah!" He grinned before his face dropped and he rolled his eyes. "I mean, for the most part. Until the hand incident came about. But we're not gonna talk about that… not now."
Sarada laughed lightly and leaned back closer to him. "I knew you would bring that up. You don't have to be so jealous, you know? I'm in your house, wearing a ring you gave me, and having your baby."
"That's right. All of that. Except, I'm not jealous. I'm just… he disrespected me and I never liked him anyway. He knew what he was doing, Sarada, and it pissed me off. I'll never forget it."
She turned around to face him and sighed. "I know, and he said he was sorry but you're right. That was out of line."
"Glad you agree." He chuckled and pinched her nose, letting go of the sprayer to grab the shampoo instead. "Come back."
She turned her back to him again and laughed. "Just don't go picking fights and ruining the house." As Boruto started lathering shampoo to her hair and massaging her scalp, a sigh escaped from her throat and she closed her eyes again. "Mitsuki was nice."
"Mitsuki… I don't remember him leaving honestly. He's a good guy, loyal and trustworthy. Would never kiss your hand." He hummed while washing the full length of her hair, focusing on the ends for a few seconds before working his way back up.
"No, I bet he wouldn't because he was kissing Sumire's before leaving," Sarada said, a sly smile on her face.
"What? He was doing what now?" Boruto's eyes went wide, trying to remember. He must have missed it. His fingertips continued to massage her scalp, the shampoo smelling so good, just like Sarada's hair always smelled. It was a scent he'd gotten so used to.
Sarada enjoyed the feeling of him touching her this way, making her relax completely. "Yeah, I introduced them to each other and they really hit it off."
"Well, well. My little matchmaker." He laughed quietly, more playing with her hair now than actually washing it. "I hope he doesn't start slacking like some people would."
"He basically said you're a slave driver, so I'm guessing you can cut him some slack since you can relate now."
"Not a chance. I don't relate to slacking off. Besides, my only job is to support him. He's lucky I do so much more and I only do it because I'm so invested. I'm sure he won't go about this in the wrong way." Boruto said, smiling to himself while dipping down to kiss her brow. "Okay, maybe I'm a little caught up on my Princess. Fine, I'll admit it."
Sarada giggled. "I'm happy you don't bother lying about it anymore." Her hand stroked up and down his thigh soothingly. "I can't believe it's only been seven months and here we are. I really wouldn't have seen it coming. I'm happy though."
"I know… I feel the same. Really happy too. About us and about Baby too." He said while grabbing the sprayer to rinse her hair slowly, carefully. He tipped her head back a bit, watching his every move to make sure he didn't get any water or shampoo next to her eyes.
The smile on her face was so calm, enjoying every bit of his pampering. Once he turned the water off, she blinked her eyes open and looked at him. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me," he smiled brightly. "Unless… you could wash mine."
She grinned and then giggled. "Sure, come here."
They moved around until Boruto was settled in front of her instead, leaning back against her with a heavy sigh. "I could take a nap… and you haven't even gotten started."
Sarada poured some shampoo into her palm. "You can if you want to, but that will mean no more sex for you," she joked cheekily. Her hands came up to his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp.
"Well, I'll never let that happen. I'm enjoying it, but don't think I'm not thinking about it." He snickered, though his eyes closed from her gentle touch.
"I didn't think so," Sarada hummed and continued washing his hair, alternating with circular motions and up and down strokes. As the shampoo bubbled, the more his scent filled the air and she sighed dreamily. "I love how it smells like you."
Boruto smiled lazily, feeling the same way about all of her smells. "That right?" He murmured. "Guess I smell pretty good then, huh?"
She hummed again. "Yeah, you do. Better than beer." Sarada snickered.
"That was a shot at me, wasn't it?" He snorted. "Ugh, that nose of yours works so well too. I bet all the alcohol tonight has been annoying you. In the true sense of the word."
"True sense of the word?" Sarada was finishing up washing his hair, rolling her eyes, she asked, "What else could annoying mean?"
"Like you don't know," he laughed louder. "Has it always had a double meaning for you?"
The hose of the sprayer clanked around as she held it in position to rinse his hair. "What are you talking about? Are you still drunk?" Turning on the water, she started rinsing his hair, using her other hand to make sure she got all the suds out.
"I'm not sober, but I know what I'm talking about. I can't believe you're still trying to pretend. Your dad told me everything, Sarada."
The room went silent when she turned the water off. "What did he tell you?" Her tone was lethal.
"About how you and him both express your feelings. I gotta say, it's not the right way to do it… but it's fine. I kinda like it."
After a few beats of silence, a strangled scream came from her throat and she immediately turned the sprayer on, blasting him with ice-cold water. "I can't believe he told you!" With her free hand, she started splashing him with water from the tub, cheeks burning.
"Whoa, whoa! Sarada—the house, you're getting water everywhere!" He groaned, getting up to protect himself. "Try not to drown me over it. Shit, be mad at him."
She didn't listen, spraying him with water still. "What else did he tell you!" She was spazzing around in the tub, making the water spillover. The poor bathroom was a mess.
"Calm down!" Boruto whined, torn between getting out of the tub and sinking lower into it. That water was cold, too cold and he was freezing now. "Let's just talk about it!"
She wasn't listening and he couldn't take anymore, so he reached for the sprayer. Sarada wasn't giving it up and continued to spray him, so he leaned over her, forcing her back against the tub while he turned the water off. He was covered in chills now, and enough cold water had been added to their bath water that it was barely lukewarm.
"Trying to kill me?" He huffed, glaring at her, though his blue eyes were as soft as ever.
A pout formed on her lips, but her gaze dropped to look at his, only inches away. "Maybe."
"Hmm? Wouldn't you miss me too much?" He smirked, moving a little closer. Boruto knew what she wanted, but he would tease her before giving it up.
"Not one bit." She meant for that to come out as harshly as she could, but it was soft and lowered down with each word. She dipped a little lower into the tub, the cold water making her shudder. Or perhaps it was the way he was looking at her. She wasn't sure.
"You sure?" His left hand moved to her knee, slowly sliding up her leg until he was gently kneading her thigh. "Not even a little?"
A chill ran down her spine. She shook her head, eyes locking on to his.
Boruto faked a pout, staring at her longingly. His touch changed to only his fingers and they deftly skimmed over her sex. "Don't lie, Princess."
A whimper escaped her lips and her hands came up to hold on to his upper arms. They were cold. "Make me."
"Fine, I just won't kiss you until you admit it." He shrugged, grinning smugly as he leaned closer, close enough for a kiss. Just when she could feel his lips at hers without them actually touching. "What's it gonna be?"
She tried to get up to take his lips for a kiss but Boruto moved away, putting more space between them. This only frustrated Sarada more. The pout on her lips was starting to look permanent and made a move to get out of the tub.
"Wait, I'll get a towel and help you. Can't trust your ass when you get all flustered. I don't want you slipping." He pulled the plug and got up, purposely moving so that his dick went by her face on his way.
Sarada didn't protest or make a single sound, though her cherry-red face gave her away. Boruto stepped out carefully, mindful of the water all over the floor. He retrieved several towels, dropping a few on the floor in front of the tub. After laying his own over his shoulder, he held out the other for her, offering his hand.
"Careful now."
Sarada held on to his hands and got up from the tub, stepping carefully into the towel. Once she was steady on her feet, she let go and Boruto began to gently pat her wet skin with the towel. She was so quiet, but he could only imagine the thoughts she was having. They were enough to keep her from talking. He used the other towel for her hair, making sure not to be rough and cause any accidental pulls. It was easy to focus on her, so much that he was completely unaware of his still wet and cold form.
Once he was done, Sarada took the towel from him and started patting him dry, from his legs, torso, up to his hair. Her touch was gentle but still didn't say a word. His face was the last she patted dry. "Warmer now?"
"Better." He nodded, smiling his usual smile, the one she loved so much.
Sarada returned his smile and wrapped her arms around his middle, coming closer for a hug. "I still feel a little cold."
His hands went around her, rubbing up and down her back. "Let's get in bed then so I can warm you up."
She nodded against his chest but didn't make a move to get to the bedroom, already liking how warm his body was on hers. "Okay."
Boruto shook his head with a fond chuckle and scooped her up to carry her to their room. "You're really something else, Sarada." He mused as they reached the bed and he laid her down. He crawled right over her, resting some of his weight on her and inching his lips towards hers.
Sarada didn't move this time, only her hand did as she laid a finger on his lips. "Don't leave me, okay? If you do, I'll miss you. Too much."
When she admitted it so easily, so wholeheartedly, it floored him. Only for an instant though, because in the next, his lips were on hers. Soft, but firm and needy. It had been too long since he'd kissed her. The last one had to be over an hour before. How did he survive so long? Boruto could never get enough of her. All of her. He wanted her all the time, forever.
"I love you," he whispered when he pulled away, though he was still close enough to brush his lips across hers.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, her breath fanning on his face. "I'll never tire of hearing you say that. Say it again."
"I love you," He said, lips spreading further apart as he grinned.
Sarada laughed lightly before cradling his face between her hands and kissing his lips. "I love you, too."
"You better," he laughed too, kissing her again while trailing his fingers down the side of her neck. "You're gonna be dealing with me for a long, long time."
"That sounded like a threat," she snickered.
"It's just the truth." He shrugged and then kissed her cheek, the first of a series of kisses that trailed downward slowly.
A soft moan escaped her lips as Boruto worked his way down her jaw, and lingered at her neck before trailing down to her collarbone and then her chest. Her hands roamed his back, as he continued to kiss her body. Some kisses were soft, barely-there kisses, while others were more like little suckles. All of them got a reaction out of her body, had her squirming, made her sigh. She made him glad to be a giver, and she always tasted so good. He couldn't wait to get between those perfect legs that he loved so much. However, he did hover at her lower belly, admiring the roundness there. Still small, but there.
"I love you," he said, blue eyes flicking up to her face. "Both of you."
Her dark eyes softened, and she stroked his face. "We love you, too."
Boruto brightened so much, eyes gleaming with adoration and smile so genuinely pleased. "Okay, stop." Too much was too much and he wasn't trying to be distracted right now. He turned his attention to her sex, spreading her legs as he settled himself on his front. He kissed her right thigh and then her left, not waiting long before his lips were ghosting over her slick folds. She was always so wet for him. Even more so since she'd gotten pregnant and was so horny all the time.
Her breathing had picked up so quickly, hips desperately moving to try and speed him up. He wasn't having any of that, so he hooked his arms under her legs, wrapping them around until his hands had a grip as well so he could hold her still. Another thing that had happened since she'd gotten pregnant was that she was even less patient than she used to be. That was really saying something and while it did drive Boruto crazy, it amused him too. Satisfying her was something he prides himself in, but he liked taking his time to do it.
It was his own heady desire that had him diving in, tongue darting straight across her swollen clit. She tasted so clean and sweet and was so warm and wet. Boruto groaned his cock twitching and tempting him into hurrying up. He needed to be inside of her. Not yet though. Not until she couldn't wait another second.
That didn't take long at all. The more his tongue worked on her, the louder and more impatient she became. Soon she was tugging on his hair and hissing out threats. Boruto couldn't help but laugh and finally lifted his head, licking his lips on his way over her.
"Just calm down, Princess. I'm gonna make you come. That's a promise."
Sarada didn't doubt it, because Boruto always made sure she reached the stars. She was so close to them now and Boruto knew it. By now, he knew her body as well as his own, she had so many tells, including her voice as much as anything she did with her body. Her walls were quivering the instant he entered her and she arched her back, wanting all of him without having to wait.
Boruto didn't make her. He was too needy himself, too eager to give her everything he had while he kissed her deeply at the same time. A few thrusts and she was already clawing at his back and shit, it hurt so good. Boruto moaned right along with her, working at the speed and rhythm that he knew she loved. He was so hard, so ready to come, so he moved deeply, purposely, never holding back.
They lasted mere moments before she could take no more, screaming out his name as she orgasmed. Seeing and feeling her come always did it for him, even if he wasn't already so close he would have lost it anyway. But this time he was barely hanging on, just enough to make sure the two of them enjoyed the intense and gratifying sensations they received from becoming one together.
Unable to bring himself to part from her, Boruto just rolled onto his side, holding her close and whispering 'I love yous' in her ear. Even after she had drifted off, clinging to him as she did so often these days, he continued to tell her how much she meant to him, how happy he was to have her, and how no matter what, he would always strive to be the best husband and father he could possibly be. His princess and his peanut would always come first now.
This was his family.
A/N: What a chapter. Haha! This was so enjoyable for Tyy and I to write.
We wrote a new fic, posted on Tyy's profile: Deepest Affection. It is a Royal AU wherein Boruto is a prince and Sarada is a high-born Lady. The chapters are significantly longer, and we changed the writing style to suit the historical theme. Please do hop over there and give it a read!
Now that they're engaged, what do you think comes next for these two? And saying I love you? Blatantly? We don't know who these people are anymore. Lol! Some of you have mentioned that this story is probably nearing its end, and what-no more drama? As if. We still have a few more arcs planned. :)
Have a good work week and wash your hands, fam.
Cheers,
Kairi and Tyy