A/N: Here is the next chapter! Thank you again for all the support you have been giving so far!
Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
We don't own Naruto/Boruto.
Cookie was a brilliant addition to the family. Boruto was pleased with himself, knowing he'd made a good choice and brought a smile to Sarada's face that was almost constant. Boruto had his hands full, potty training, and keeping up with the pup while Sarada worked. Taking Cookie along with him wasn't a big deal, Mitsuki didn't care and in fact had taken quite a liking to her, though Boruto refused to let him get too distracted.
It was crazy, but she seemed to have grown noticeably even in the first week of them having her. She had a lot of energy and loved to play, but she also took several naps every day. She kept them so busy and needed a lot of attention, so Boruto could only imagine how it would be to have his son at home. He couldn't wait to meet him, to hold him and spoil him. Ita-kun would be beautiful and loved beyond belief. He was being born into a large and tight-knit family on both sides. He'd already heard his parents going on about how excited they were to babysit.
The nursery was finally completed and it looked amazing. So perfect for their son. Inojin had done an outstanding job, leaving Boruto proud and pleased. Soon, the smell of paint faded and Boruto gave a deep cleaning to the room. It was on a day that Sarada was feeling more tired than usual and she napped on and off most of the day. It was early evening when she wandered into the nursery and found Boruto with a notebook and pen—and a diaper bag that Sarada had yet to see. It was a pale blue with fluffy white clouds scattered all over it, and it had Ita-kun monogrammed on the front.
He was focused on his list, and an opened book that rested on his lap, so much that he didn't notice Sarada standing in the doorway. He started mumbling things off the list, double-checking that he had everything. Blankets, clothes, cute little hat, a pacifier.
"Fuck!" He screeched, searching the items around him frantically. Boruto rechecked the book and his list and then everything he had.
He didn't have a pacifier.
"Oh nooooo!" He thought he was prepared, but he wasn't. If he was missing something as simple as that, what else was he missing?
"What's going on?" Sarada walked towards him and looked at the bag, before looking at him. "What happened?"
"What happened?" Boruto breathed, looking up at her with a look of pure loss. Then he yelled, "I forgot to buy pacifiers!"
She took a step back and blinked at him, studying his horrified expression. "It's okay, love. you have over twenty weeks to buy it."
"Do you realize how fast the days are flying? Twenty weeks is nothing! I'm very upset right now." He stuck his bottom lip out, pouting deeply.
Sarada tried her best not to laugh, so she gave his shoulder a kiss instead. "We can go tomorrow. And maybe pass by the park and let Cookie play. How's that sound?"
His pout lessened. "Okay… that sounds good. I have everything else at least, so I can get this packed up." He looked to her with a small smile and then started loading everything that he hadn't yet into the diaper bag.
Sarada grinned at him and gave him a hug. "Always so well prepared." Leaning her head on his shoulder, she snuggled closer and sighed. "You take such good care of us, but don't forget to take care of yourself too, okay?"
Pausing in the midst of his work, Boruto slid his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. His face nuzzled the crook of her neck. "But you take care of me…"
"I try," she sighed. "You're always out doing me, though."
"You're dirty," Boruto mused in a whisper, grinning at her neck.
She laughed and stroked his hair. "Not what I meant but you do that, too."
He snickered and held her a little tighter. "You can't really blame me… what with you begging for it all the time."
"Begging?" Sarada scoffed. "I could last much longer without it compared to you."
"Is that a challenge?" Boruto asked, lifting his head to look at her, blue eyes gleaming darkly.
Sarada smirked. "For you it will be."
"Ha! We'll see just who it is that can't go without it, you little thirsty girl."
An unlady-like snort came from her and she pushed him away from her. "You wish. You can't even keep your hands off me." She then gave him a sly smile. "Or stop looking."
"Who the hell said I have to stop looking? And I can touch… just, I'm not gonna have sex with you. Like, at all. Until you beg. A lot."
Sarada's eyes darkened and she peeked up at him through her long lashes, leaning in ever so close to his face. "Maybe… just a kiss?"
"Not a chance." Boruto laughed, turning his head to face away from her. "Unless you're ready to beg now?"
She hummed and ghosted her lips over his, her breath making his lips tingle, before abruptly pulling away. "Never. You'll be begging before the day is through."
"Nope. I'm not losing this one, Princess. You'll see." He shifted her off of him so he could get to his feet. "Actually, I have something I want to watch, so I'll leave you to your not begging."
"I'm not begging," she declared boldly. "I'll leave you to that. I think I'll go for a shower, though."
Boruto knew what she was trying to do and it was totally not working. "Sounds good, hope you enjoy yourself."
Her fingers came up to her lips to give it a quick lick as her dark eyes dropped to his lips. "You bet I will. Too bad you won't be joining."
"No worries. I'll shower later." He smiled and walked towards the door. "We'll just finish up in here tomorrow. I'll be in the living room."
Boruto came across Cookie on his way downstairs and ended up scooping her up to make sure he didn't step on her or trip over her. She had a thing for feet and trying to play with them. As he wandered into the living room, he held her curled again his chest with one arm while petting her with his other hand.
"Me and you are gonna watch some thriller, Cookie."
The little puppy only snuggled up closer to his chest, before getting bored with sitting still and was now straining to lick his chin. Boruto laughed and sat on the couch, letting her down to his lap instead. She was excited, tail wagging as she hopped up and stood on his lap, pawing at his chest.
"What are you saying? No TV?" Boruto sulked playfully and scratched her under her neck while reaching for the remote. When he started rubbing her tummy, she plopped down instantly, rolling onto her back. Boruto smiled, glad to have her settling down so he could watch the new thriller that had just gotten on Ninflix.
The movie was as interesting as he hoped, pulling him in right away, leaving him curious and anticipating. Cookie fell asleep before too long and Boruto watched the movie in silence, trying to think up scenarios in his head for what was happening. The longer the movie played, the more intense it became. He would have been on the edge of the couch had it not been for Cookie sleeping on his lap and just at the height of an unnerving scene when the main character was about to do the most idiotic thing he'd ever seen and more than likely get themself killed—Sarada screamed.
His heart jumped out of his chest and he nearly threw Cookie off of him. "Whoa, shit." He breathed, setting Cookie aside to get up and bolt for the stairs, ignoring his painfully pounding heart. Anything could have happened, but when he went sliding into their bedroom, he found her standing inside the closet by the shelf with his shirts on it. His long-sleeved shirts were at the top, put away until winter and they were out of her reach.
This would have amused him had it not been for the fact that she was in nothing but her panties, not even a bra. She was on the tips of her toes, stretched beautifully, and for a moment, Boruto had to pray. When he collected himself and felt he could trust himself, he walked over to her and purposely pressed up against her back as he reached over her for a shirt. The one he grabbed was black and pink, two of his favorites. He definitely didn't try to let her notice the bulge in his pants. Not even a little.
He heard a sharp intake of breath from her, but she only muttered her thanks when Boruto handed her the shirt.
She was taking a little too long, so Boruto took the shirt right back and pulled it down over her head. "You must be cold." He mumbled and held the shirt while she pushed her arms through. "You scared the shit outta me, ya know."
For some reason, she wouldn't look at him. Her skin was still damp, and her long dark hair stuck to her shoulders. Her cheeks had a fresh glow, probably from the shower but most likely something else, too. "I did?"
Once the shirt was on her properly, Boruto grabbed the towel she'd tossed aside and started drying her hair a little more. "Yeah, I was watching a new thriller and you couldn't have screamed at a better time. I think I may have had a small heart attack."
"Oh," she grinned and her eyes disappeared for a while as he continued to dry her hair. "Is that what got you so excited?"
Boruto rolled his eyes and tried not to laugh. "No, that was all you." He told her, seeing no reason to deny it. He still wasn't going to break.
"Ah," she giggled and held his hands to stop them for a while before she tiptoed and kissed his jaw. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."
His face lit up and a big grin formed before he hugged her strongly. "You are my Princess, ya know. I won't ever let you down."
She hugged him back. After a while, a cheeky smile formed on her lips. "Yeah, and I'll have you up, too."
"You're being dirty again, Sarada." He huffed, ears burning as he pulled away. "That's low."
"Me?" She gasped and said innocently, "I'm all showered and clean, love. Perhaps you're being dirty." Sarada licked her lower lip and bit it, as she waited for his response.
Boruto shook his head, impressed by how thoroughly she was trying him. "Keep it up and I will be." He threatened, eyes locked on her lips that just kept taunting him.
"I'm not doing anything," she blinked, still keeping up with that innocent tone of hers. Sarada took a quick look between his legs and snickered. "Maybe you should take a shower next. A cold one, love."
"Don't worry about me. I've been through much worse." He huffed and turned his back to her.
Sarada laughed and let him go, but didn't put on a pair of shorts. Her belly was pushing a bit of the shirt to ride up more than usual, and she enjoyed knowing his blue eyes were on her whenever she was around.
Boruto left her in order to keep his wits about him. He returned to the living room and took Cookie outside for a few minutes before getting the movie back to where he was. He settled on the couch while the puppy ran around the living room with one of her toys. She just had to get that squeaker. Somehow, he tuned it out and focused on the movie, easily forgetting about the situation Sarada put him in, at least until she came into the living room. His eyes left the TV and followed her exposed legs as she walked by him and settled on the chair to the left.
His eyes narrowed on her, knowing she was just trying to taunt him. She was in a good position for viewing and he really enjoyed looking at her. She only had her panties on under his shirt and he got a good peek at them when she uncrossed one leg to cross the other. The shirt could have been pulled down further, but why would she do that when she was trying to kill him?
Her eyes were on the screen, but she asked him, "If you keep staring I may just have to charge you."
"Well, you're the one putting it out there." He huffed, forcing his gaze back to the movie. He couldn't concentrate on it anymore though.
Sarada hummed. "Just because girls wear short skirts doesn't mean they want it." Although he knew she was serious, her tone was still light, teasing him a little more.
"I know that." He said, looking over at her again with a pointed stare. "That's not the case this time though."
Her legs shifted, giving him a quick look at her black panties again before covering them up. "I'm not doing anything, love. I walk around the house like this all the time."
And as if to agree, Cookie pounced upon Sarada and she picked her up, putting her on her lap to pet her.
"See? She agrees with me."
"Whatever. You want me, that's why you're trying so hard to get me to crack. It's not gonna work, Princess. You might as well start begging now."
"You're so cute when you're all pouty like that."
"Whatever. I'm going for a run." He huffed and got up, not in the mood to try to get back into the movie anymore. He needed something to distract himself and he needed to get back at her for being so bad.
Sarada didn't comment and Boruto hurried upstairs to change out of his jeans and into a pair of joggers. He changed into a more suitable T-shirt too and then got on his shoes. A run really would do him well and it had been a while.
Being early evening, it was much cooler than it was in the afternoon. Summer had been brutal already, and even though it was cooler now, it was still hot. The run had him sweating more than he had in a long time and he'd stripped his shirt long before he made it back home. The comfort of his air-conditioned home was much welcome, giving him relief as he walked in and headed for the stairs. A shower was a must now, but he'd done well. He was in the clear. Sarada wasn't going to win.
He found her in their bedroom when he stepped in. She was on the bed, lying back with a book in her hands.
She didn't lift her head to look at him but asked, "How was your run?"
"Hot." He answered, voice a little raspy and still winded from the exertion.
This made her finally turn her gaze towards him and she didn't say a word. Her dark eyes roamed around his figure, starting from his face all the way down to his abs. Sarada swallowed. "A shower would be good, then."
"Yeah, I'm going." He hummed and walked over to the hamper, dropping his shirt in before pushing down his joggers and leaving them in the hamper as well. He didn't want to get her too excited, so he kept his boxers on and looked over at her on his way to their bathroom. "Don't wanna join me?"
Sarada shook her head and forced herself to go back to her book.
"Your loss." He said musingly on his way into the bathroom.
After turning on the shower, Boruto stripped his boxers off and stepped in. He kept the water much cooler than he normally would, still too hot to handle any more heat than he needed. The water felt amazing and getting all the sweat off of him was great. He shampooed his hair and then went about washing himself thoroughly. There was nothing like being clean.
There was a soft click from the door, barely heard by the falling water from the shower. Boruto enjoyed the warm water trailing down his shoulders and back, letting a relaxed sigh escape his lips as he closed his eyes to relish the feeling.
The enclosure door opened, and in came Sarada, with all her clothes off. Her hand held on to his shoulder to turn him around. Next thing he knew, her lips were locked on his, and she had him backed up on the wall. The cool tiles waking him back up to his senses to realize what was going on.
He knew she couldn't handle it and he wasn't exactly surprised that she was jumping him. He liked it, but he still broke his lips away from hers. "What are you doing, Sarada?"
A whine escaped her lips when he pulled away, and she leaned in to get another. This time, she growled when he evaded her kiss. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm just getting a kiss."
"Just a kiss?" He chuckled. "I think you're actually trying to take advantage of me… in the shower."
"It's not if you like it," she pouted. The warm water was falling down her body more than it was on him.
"I think you forgot what you need to do if you want me." He was as smug as ever, smirking as he watched her, wanting her to squirm.
"Why, when it's mine." Her eyes narrowed at him, her moods instantly swinging.
"Because." He said simply. He wasn't about to move or break. Not until she gave in.
Sarada pouted at him, one hand on his chest and the other inching lower on his stomach. She was getting impatient, and he knew it. But she was also stubborn and prideful. "Because what?"
He grabbed her hand before it could get too close and pulled it up to his chest with the other. "Because you challenged me. So you know what you need to do. Don't worry, I'll wait."
Sarada scoffed and pressed her cheek to his chest, not wanting to look at his smug little grin. "You're so annoying."
"I love you too." His expression softened, but his resolve did not.
"I didn't mean it like that," she snapped. "You're so infuriating."
"Ouch." He whined, pouting at her harsh tone and painful words. "That hurt."
"Not as much as what you're doing now," she muttered between her pouty lips. "Don't you want me?"
Boruto sighed softly, staring down at her as smug as ever. "Of course I do. I'm not in denial like you are. But we had a challenge, ya know."
Her dark eyes were wide, and although she wouldn't say it, they were pleading. Too bad the words wouldn't slip through her pretty pink lips.
"You sure you don't wanna give in? I mean… you came all the way in here…"
Although the water was warm, her body quivered. Sarada's body was giving him all the signals that she wanted it, but the stubborn expression on her face said otherwise. She grit her teeth and looked away for a short moment before finally softening and looking at him. Clearly unhappy with what she was going to say. "Please."
"Ooh. Say it again." Boruto was grinning so much his cheeks were aching, but his hands immediately began roaming at her word. She did ask nicely and he knew he wasn't likely to get more than that. It was enough, but that didn't mean he wouldn't tease her.
Sarada's eyes narrowed. "No." Although there was some bite to her denying his request, her hands roamed up his chest, and her head tilted to kiss the side of his neck, nipping lightly.
"Aw, but I'll ask nicely. I'll say please if you do… then I can rock your world."
Warm lips moved away from him and formed into a pout before a loud and exasperated sigh escaped her lips. "And you say I'm difficult." Sarada rolled her eyes, equally displeased with having to repeat herself. "Please."
"Damn. I didn't think you'd actually do it." Boruto snickered, hands gliding down her back and over her plump backside to get a feel. "Okay, lets fuck."
He's been wanting her all day, so Boruto didn't waste another second before he dipped his head to capture her lips in a kiss. Not having it in him to hold back any longer, it was a very hungry and passion-filled kiss that had him slipping his tongue into her mouth within seconds. His hands kneaded her backside before his touch softened and slid over her perfect hips, up and down her sides while their tongues fought for dominance.
Boruto was the first to pull his lips away, but it was only so he could trail sweet lingering kisses down her neck. His fingers were inching between them, eager to get a feel of her. She was trembling slightly, whimpering at his subtle ministrations and feeling as needy as he was. Maybe even more so.
Working his way down, Boruto lapped at her soft, warm skin with his tongue and peppered quicker kisses on his way to her hardened nipples. They had gotten more sensitive ever since she'd gotten pregnant and one little suckle was enough to have her knees buckling and a pretty moan falling out of her mouth. His amusement had a chuckle rumbling in his chest, but he was focused on keeping her on her feet and teasing her for a moment. He couldn't help it, he really loved driving her crazy.
"We should move this to the bed," He commented as his fingertips ghosted over folds. Fuck, she was so wet and so hot and oh, he needed to be buried in that sweet heat that was his.
All his.
Sarada's hands held on to his upper arms with a hard grip. "What? No. You said we were fucking and we are fucking here and now."
"Whoa, Princess, calm down. It wouldn't take but a moment to get you in bed. I can't really take my time in here, we will be all shriveled up."
"Boruto. Now."
Boruto rolled his eyes at her demanding tone but had her lifted up and pressed against the shower wall in the next instant. Sarada eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist and wound her arms around his neck, hips grinding in the least subdued way they could.
"So bossy." He mused, smirking are her neck before licking a slow circle where his lips were. Then he sucked on the same spot, not caring if he left a mark. He hoped he would.
A moan escaped her throat, loving the sensation but it wasn't enough for her. "You're stalling," She growled.
"You're worse than me!" Boruto huffed with a short laugh, but he was already grabbing hold of his length and guiding the tip between her folds.
He cursed under his breath at the feel of her on him and then groaned once he slipped inside of her. After all the teasing, he wanted to take her with no restraint, but he controlled himself, focusing on keeping her as comfortable as possible in the position as he moved slowly. Sarada wasn't having it, she was too wanton, already surprisingly close, no doubt from wanting him so much all day.
She felt so good, so perfect. So wet and tight around him that it was hard not to lose himself. His thrusts remained slow, difficult as it was, but each one was precise and euphoric. His mind hazed over as she got on grip on his hair and kissed him between her pleasured moans. She was so close, her walls fluttering around his throbbing cock. They were both chasing an orgasm they were so, so close to.
They'd learned each other's bodies well over time and knowing how close they were to let go only pushed them even further, dragging their orgasms out even if they weren't ready for it to end. It was Sarada's choked gasps and long drawn out moans as she finally came that sent Boruto toppling over the edge and finding his own release.
When he became too sensitive to move anymore, he just held her up and rested his face in the crook of her neck. Boruto breathed heavily, deeply, but only took a moment before he was laughing at how limp Sarada had gone.
"Don't tell me you fell asleep on me."
For a moment, she didn't respond. Only groaned, but her lips curved upwards in a tired yet satisfied smile. "No, but maybe I will… in a bit."
"Let's get you in bed at least, first. Okay?" He laughed as he lifted his head, kissing her forehead once before waiting for her legs to release him. They didn't. "And you call me the big baby?" He huffed, but he was nothing short of happy about carrying her. At least until they exited the shower and he had to get her dry.
Sarada groaned when he forced her to sit on the sink, but knowing she had to get dry, she didn't complain too much. Whenever she was ready for clothes and bed though, she still didn't move from the sink and Boruto watched her, left brow cocked.
"Are you gonna just sit there?"
Sarada lifted her hands, much like a child who wanted to be carried. "Carry me…"
"Aw." Boruto felt his heart melt, which was surprising considering he already expected this. "Okay, fine." He was all grins on his way over to her, scooping her up to head into their bedroom. "You must be tired now…"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs wound around his waist. Sarada's head rested on his shoulder and she sighed. "A bit. Come lie down with me."
"I am, I am." Boruto chuckled as he settled the two of them in bed and snuggled close to her. "I'm feeling really tired too." More tired than he usually felt. He was more than ready to pass out.
"You're usually still so full of energy at this time," Sarada peeked at his face. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Hmm… I think I am. Maybe I just ran more than I should have." He yawned and closed his eyes. "Just need… sleep."
"Okay," she kissed his cheek and snuggled up a little more. "Good night, love."
"Goodnight, Princess." He whispered back, already drifting.
A/N: Thank you for reading!
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