A/N: Sorry for the delay. I have been far too busy lately, and not doing so well... hope you enjoy the next chapter.
We don't own Naruto/Boruto
Boruto swallowed and pulled Sarada to his chest a little tighter. It was already well past midnight but he couldn't get himself to go to sleep. He had so many things going through his mind, but one more prominent than the others. Boruto thought that Sarada's jealousy had passed, as she hadn't mentioned anything about it for a while but when she played sick just to drag him away from Kiyoko… Boruto knew it was affecting her far more than he had initially thought. It didn't sit well with him to know that she was suffering, knowing she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she did.
Jealousy was a bitch, yet completely normal. Perhaps Boruto would have even been concerned if Sarada wasn't at least the tiny bit jealous. But this was intense. His heart clenched thinking she would have cried again, and not because of her jealousy, but because Boruto would be mad at her for feeling this way. He sighed and ran his fingers through her hair.
Today was a good day for them—for Sarada, specifically. Boruto was happy whenever she was, and seeing how big her smiles were during their date—for Sarada to be completely at ease and herself around him—it broke his heart to know that he could have given her this joy months ago, but he had been holding out.
Boruto took a deep breath and stroked her arm, watching her sleep and feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her arm was flung across his stomach, her legs using his own as a pillow.
He loves her with all his heart and within every fiber of his being. Boruto knew what she wanted and finally, he could give it to her. Speaking to Sasuke to ask for his permission to publicly date her was just the first step, and informing Mitsuki of how he genuinely wanted to be together with Sarada. There was nothing Boruto wouldn't do if it meant keeping her safe, happy, and healthy. At the start of his contract with her, Boruto always told himself that her career was what mattered most to him but now that they were here, cuddling on his bed, he knew that that was no longer the case.
It was Sarada. Sarada always came first for him.
Boruto pinky promised that he would marry her one day, and he knew well that she was holding him to that. But that wasn't enough. He could be giving her so much more but the time wasn't right, not yet. So for now, he would have to take action but on an appropriate level.
Step one: ask for Sasuke and Sakura's permission.
The very idea scared Boruto, but he knew Sakura quite well, and she was kind—generally very supportive of whatever Sarada wanted. Sasuke, on the other hand, was scary but has never shown any disapproval nor distaste for Boruto being with his one and only daughter. In fact, when Boruto asked for Sasuke's permission to take Sarada out on a public date, he took it well and told them to have fun.
Mitsuki was a different case. At first, he thought he was joking, but when Boruto reiterated his date plans, Mitsuki blanched and then smiled. "I'm glad to see you're stepping up."
Boruto pouted at that but was just glad to have his best friend's support. He asked Mitsuki to be vigilant if ever people took photos and posted them online, but generally, it was fine with Boruto. If he was going to marry Sarada, he had to start getting used to this, and so did everyone else. It would be better for people to see casual updates rather than just dump it all in one go on the public.
Boruto closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, pushing the other thoughts out of his head. Tomorrow, he would meet Sasuke and Sakura to ask for their daughter's hand in marriage.
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Sarada was still in a good mood when she woke up, clinging on to him as soon as she woke up and he caught her admiring the Polaroid of him at the back of her phone when she was getting ready for filming. Boruto smiled and approached her, wrapping his arms from behind and kissing her temple. She really wasn't asking for much, he knew that. As Boruto kissed her temple and the side of her face, he knew that he was making the right decision.
After dropping Sarada off and walking her to the set, he gave her hand a squeeze and told her he had some matters to take care of, just at the studio, and he'll be back to take her out for lunch during her break. She seemed a little sad to see him go but got excited by thinking they were going out to eat.
Boruto only left her when Shoyo and Tanaka approached her for small talk before the director arrived. He walked around the studio and made his way to the offices. Sasuke texted him that he and his wife would be waiting in his office. Boruto stood in front of the door and knocked, waiting for a response.
"Come in."
Boruto took a deep breath and opened the door. He walked in to find Sasuke standing, and his wife sitting behind the desk, some papers were strewn around her.
"Hello, Boruto." Sakura smiled kindly and started to gather her papers. "Let me just put these away."
"Sure, I'm sorry to interrupt and… thank you for taking the time to talk to me." He looked at the papers briefly and spotted some X-Rays. He guessed she was trying to do some work while waiting. His guilt doubled, thinking that he had been taking her away from the hospital.
"Oh no, don't worry about it. You said this was about Sarada, so of course, I had to take the time." Sakura chuckled.
Sasuke stood next to her, a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, you mentioned it was about Sarada. What is it?" Although his face and tone were calm, Boruto knew Sasuke never took things about his daughter lightly.
The couple before him both had busy and thriving careers, but when it came to their family, they put all of that away. Boruto knew coming here would intimidate him, but what he felt more was a sense of responsibility. His own parents were also very protective of him and his siblings. And what he was about to do motivated Boruto to be and prove that he was worthy of what he wanted to ask.
"A-actually, what I came here for wasn't just for Sarada. It's also for me." His heart was pounding in his chest and fought the urge to crumble into a ball. "I wanted to say—I mean to ask—" he felt his knees wobble.
Sakura laughed and placed her hand over her husband's on her shoulder. "He's so cute when he's nervous. Sasuke-kun, I think you were right." She giggled.
Sasuke smirked. "Hn. I want to hear him say it."
"Eh-What?" Boruto blinked and looked at the two. "I came here because I wanted to tell you that I…" he took a deep breath again and steadied himself. If he couldn't say it straight and look at them in the eyes, then they would never believe him. Sarada deserves someone who had no shame or fears to profess their love for her.
"I love your daughter. I want nothing more than to always make her happy and I hope you will give me your blessing because I—" this was it. Boruto took in another breath and said it as clearly as he could. "I want to marry Sarada."
The couple didn't even look shocked. Sakura had a soft smile on her face and to Boruto's surprise, Sasuke did as well.
Although it was quickly replaced by a smirk. "I've been waiting for this, Boruto. It's good that you finally decided to do it."
Boruto felt the heat rush to his cheeks and he turned his gaze away. "I-I know. When I saw how happy Sarada was yesterday that I took her out in public, I felt guilty."
"You were only doing what you thought was best to protect Sarada." Sakura grinned. "And I feel at ease knowing she has you to look out for her. I'm happy, and I know Sarada will be as well."
Boruto looked at them and smiled. It warmed his heart to know that both of her parents trusted him with their daughter. "Thank you. I'll do anything and everything I can for her."
He then proceeded to explain that although he wanted to marry Sarada, the timing wasn't quite right. Sasuke didn't look too pleased but also agreed. Sakura was a little more upset, but also understood her daughter's situation. Sasuke had the luxury to marry earlier—before he even got into the industry. It was far from Sarada's situation.
"I already promised her I will marry her." Boruto swallowed. "But I don't want to propose, only to have her wait for more than a year. That isn't fair for her. When I do propose, I want us to marry right after preparations for the wedding and have chosen a house."
Sakura's eyebrows lifted and a smug smile grew on her face. "It looks like you've thought of everything."
Boruto chuckled, a little embarrassed. "I just want to make sure everything is taken cared of, ya know?"
"Then we will leave the specifics to the two of you." Sasuke nodded, and then looked at his wife before turning to Boruto. "You have our blessing."
Boruto released a shaky breath and a wide smile formed on his face. What a relief. Now that step one was done, he was on to the next.
Step two: Get a ring.
It would be difficult to personally get a ring since Sarada was always with him. Boruto already knew what he wanted to get, and although a lot of designers already had something that he wanted, his own personal touch had to be added. Besides, Boruto preferred to have it specially made for Sarada. He already knew her ring size, so that wouldn't be a problem.
Boruto asked for Mitsuki's help, to go through their close designer friends to have a ring made—someone they trusted, and wouldn't tell the public who had the ring commissioned. Sarada would surely wear it often and have to answer a lot of questions. Boruto didn't want her to deny it was from him, or the purpose of the ring, but they would have to be careful. Some mystery would be good and have people talking, but not enough for them to be a bother. With he and Sarada going out more often, people would piece it together soon enough.
He kept texting Mitsuki as he walked back to the set, just in time to see Sarada do one of her scenes. This movie kept her busy enough, but not nearly as much as Sincerely Yours. She was playing a supporting role, after all. Even if, it didn't mean she slacked off or didn't do her best. Out of all the talents he's handled, Sarada was the most professional. He was thankful for that. He found himself smiling to see her smile, acting out her role as the team's manager.
As the director cut the scene and announced it was time for lunch, Sarada's dark gaze swept around. Boruto knew she was looking for him. He waited until her eyes landed on him and he felt his heart soar when she grinned and walked over to him, a bounce in her step and a wide smile on her face. She wound her arms around her waist and looked up at him.
"I missed you," Sarada said softly, twirling a little from side to side as her smile settled down a bit—turning warmer and even a little meek.
Boruto softened and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I missed you, too," he whispered. "Ready for lunch?"
"Depends." She giggled and leaned closer to him, whispering, "Can it be a date?"
He chuckled lightly and nodded. "Of course. A lunch date. Just you and me."
Sarada lurched forward, tackling him in a tight hug. "Let's go then!" She giggled but didn't let him go.
Boruto laughed and hugged her back, stroking her hair a few times before pulling away to hold her hand instead. She was still wearing her tracksuit and varsity jacket. Her long, dark hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing her glasses. Sarada looked a lot younger than she normally did, making Boruto wonder briefly how it would be like if he had met Sarada back in high school. She was so excited about their date, and it only made Boruto guiltier that he couldn't have done this for her sooner.
Opting to take a walk, Boruto walked with Sarada to the strip of cafes and restaurants. "What do you want to eat, princess?"
"Hmm." She pondered over it, index finger tapping her lips. "I feel like, pasta! And bread. And salad. What do you want?"
Boruto smirked and leaned close to whisper in her ear. "You." He pulled back a little and chuckled upon seeing her blush.
"Oh." She shivered, face warming further with that pretty pink flush. "Now I only want to go home."
Now it was Boruto's turn to blush. He just wanted to tease her, not thinking she would take it to heart. Sarada only had an hour to eat, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't risk bringing her home. "I'll tell you what," he smirked as he led the way to the restaurant. "If you finish all your food, and we have time, we can do some things in your dressing room before call time."
"In my dressing room—really?!" She shook him excitedly. "I want to… it's… it's naughty."
"It sure is," He muttered. If he hadn't spoken to her parents earlier or cemented his resolve to officially be with her, Boruto would have never even considered it. It was one thing to be reckless, but her dressing room was rather isolated, and she could afford to be a little late as the next scene to be shot after lunch didn't even have Sarada in it. "And you'll finish your food, okay?"
The two of them were shown to a table, and he let Sarada slide into the booth first, and him sitting next to her instead of across her. Boruto took the menu from the waiter and opened it up, already ordering some of their favorites, a salad, and his pasta. "Anything else you want?"
"Not anything that I can get here." She mused.
"R-right." Boruto closed the menu and handed it to the waiter and as soon as he left, Boruto propped his elbow on the table and looked at her, a warm smile on his face. "I like this look on you. It makes me think about how it would be like if we met in high school."
"And I could have fallen in love with you so much sooner." She giggled. "That would have been amazing… maybe we would already be married if that happened."
"M-married?" Boruto felt his heart leap to his throat. Was his princess on to him? Shit, who ratted him out?! He wasn't ready for this. "Y-you think so? I mean, like, yeah. Maybe." He picked up the glass and drank some water. He had to stop talking. Like, right now.
"Hmm… I want to be married to you. So, even when we're in public, I can kiss you all the time."
Boruto nearly spat the water out of his mouth but stopped himself from making a scene. Well. At least he knows she'd definitely say yes. "Y-you can kiss me even if we're not, ya know? I already did that…" Boruto scratched the back of his head, thinking how that went down the first time. "Okay… maybe not."
"Aw." She pouted. "Don't trick me like that, I was getting excited."
He groaned. "Princess, I'm sorry. Just hold out until after lunch, okay?" He tried giving her his best puppy dog eyes, not wanting her to be upset with him. Boruto really needed to learn how to keep his word vomit in check.
"Okay… I'm sorry, I won't be a big baby." She said and yet continued to sulk.
Boruto laughed lightly and pinched her nose. "Right. Like you can stop being a big baby."
Sarada's cheeks puffed out, but she smiled and laughed. "Maybe you're right. But only when it comes to you."
The waiter arrived with their food, and they both dug in. Boruto had to remind her not to eat too fast, but he knew why she was. Sarada was all too eager to be able to have some fun in her dressing room. The quicker she could finish her food, the sooner they would be having sex.
As soon as Boruto paid, Sarada was practically bouncing in her seat, already wanting to leave. It was adorable, really. And he loved knowing that she was just as eager as he was. After Boruto got his card and pulled out a bill for their tip, he took Sarada's hand in his and walked out of the restaurant and back to the studio. The set was empty, with everyone out having lunch. And the dressing area was quiet.
Boruto held the door open for her and once he was inside, locked the door. The moment it clicked, Sarada threw herself on him, arms winding around his neck and her lips crashing on his. He wrapped his arms around her waist to catch her, holding her weight up and carrying her over to the couch. Sarada was quick to wrap her legs around his waist and went right back for his mouth.
Boruto sat down on the couch, and settled Sarada on his lap, his hands roaming up and down her back. Each kiss she planted on his jaw and neck had him forgetting just where they were, completely lost in the sensations she was giving him.
Sarada removed her jacket and tossed it on the floor, followed quickly by her shirt. Boruto's blue eyes glazed over, the sight of her stripping turning him on even more. Her fingers edged to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Boruto obliged, and was quick to unclasp her bra. He cupped her breasts and fondled them, peeking over to her face as he did. Her back arched, and a low moan escaped her lips. Boruto pinched her nipple, earning him a louder moan.
"Hush, Princess." His voice was husky, kissing her neck and nipping lightly as he chided her. "You can't make too much noise here."
"I can't help it," she breathed, shifting on his lap.
His kisses trailed lower, down her throat and to her collarbone. He lingered a little more on her nipple, licking and sucking on it lightly. Her hips rocked on his lap, wanting to gain some friction on her throbbing sex.
"Boruto," She moaned, already desperate. "I can't wait!"
Boruto lifted her off his lap and on to the couch, watching her expression as he pulled her jogging pants and panties off in one sweep. She shivered. At having been fully naked or in anticipation, Boruto didn't know. He traced a finger up from her ankle to her knee, and twirled it around until he reached her inner thigh. He smirked when she whimpered, not wanting to wait any longer.
They usually took their time, but they didn't have much of it and he needed to take care of his princess. She was already so wet, more than ready for him. His finger trailed up to her clit, and he pushed it down, making her choke on a scream. Boruto crawled over her to capture her lips in a kiss as he pushed his finger into her entrance, swallowing her scream. He kept his pace easy and slow, letting her get used to it before sticking another finger in.
Her body thrashed, and she clawed on his back, wanting more. Boruto pulled away from the kiss and pulled his fingers out, too. Earning him a protest from Sarada.
"Boruto!" She groaned and whined, hips working in a sensual but frenzied way.
"I'll make you come, don't worry." He whispered as he removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He was feeling so hard and although he wasn't planning to have sex earlier, Boruto couldn't lie and say he didn't want it, too. The look on her face was turning him on all the more, eager to have him in her.
Boruto pushed his pants down and pulled her hips up, positioning himself at her entrance. He pushed in all at once, and Sarada couldn't help but scream. She put a hand to her mouth, and continued to pant and moan as Boruto thrust inside her.
Sarada clung to him, moving right along with him as if she didn't have a bit of patience. Soft mewling sounds still escaped her, along with little muffled pleas for more and she was soon clawing at his back. She was so warm and wet around him, her insides quivering as if she hadn't been sated in ages and yet it hadn't even been a day.
"Boruto. Boruto." Sarada chanted his name, not bothering to cover her mouth anymore as she was lost in the pleasure he was giving her—arms bothering around his back and nails digging into his skin when he circled his hips. "Oh," Her head fell back and Boruto had to clamp his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
Her nails kept digging into his skin, making it burn and Boruto was sure it would leave a mark but he didn't care. He kept on going until he drove them both over the edge. He had to keep his own groans down, but it was Sarada he was worried about. Even with his hand covering her mouth, her scream still pushed through, although a little muffled. Once she settled, he removed his hand and laid down on her for a while, trying to catch his breath. Boruto pressed lazy kisses on her neck as he did.
"Boruto," Sarada panted, hugging him tightly. "That—was amazing! Let's do more."
He was still struggling to even his breathing, but Boruto found himself grinning and pushed himself to hover over her. "Spoiled." He kissed the tip of her nose. "You have to film, princess."
Her cheeks puffed out and she huffed. "Fine. But… after."
"After." Boruto agreed and kissed her lips, lingering a little longer, and swiping his tongue over her bottom lip. "All night."
Sarada gasped, shuddering. "A-all night? Really?"
Boruto chuckled. "As much as you want."
"Mm. I love you."
"I love you too."
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Once Sarada was back on set, Boruto settled himself on one of the bleachers off to the side, and sipped on an iced coffee as he texted Mitsuki, going through the list of designers and some sketches they had sent. It looked good, but one, in particular, caught his eye.
It was a platinum ring with an infinity looking knot, and diamonds were strewn around one side until it met in the middle. It was simple, yet elegant. It didn't have a large gem in the middle like engagement rings would, and that's how Boruto preferred it. He would save the flashy diamond for the engagement ring.
Boruto quickly sent a text to Mitsuki to send the details and have a quotation over—if possible—get to work right away because he wanted to have this ring on Sarada before she could even catch wind that he was doing something like this for her. Asking and presenting the ring to her was another matter entirely—one that he had to start planning out, too.
As much as Sarada liked being in public, Boruto knew he would have to present it in a more private setting. Perhaps a weekend staycation in a nice hotel would be good, and of course, have a large bathtub. He was already looking at hotels when Kiyoko approached him, holding on to some papers.
"Boruto? Can I have a minute?" She asked.
"Ah, sure." He slipped his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the want to pull it out again when he felt it vibrate. "What is it?"
"It's about their social media plan," Kiyoko adjusted her glasses and sat next to him to show what was written on the paper. "The crew should be having some weekend plans soon. I said I would take care of it, but I'm not sure if Sarada would be free this weekend or the next. The boys want to go to the beach. Is that alright for Sarada?"
Oh. Right. The crew didn't have much vacation time while shooting this film, but they did have a weekend scheduled for their social media posts. "The beach is fine. Do you have a place in mind? I know a nice resort, private, too. Next weekend would be better, Sarada has plans." Well, not yet. But Boruto was working on it.
"Oh, that would be a big help." She smiled. "Alright, then. Next weekend it is. We can leave right after volleyball practice on Friday, and have lunch on the way."
Boruto felt like he was being watched, and all the way from the other side of the court, he saw Sarada looking at him. He then turned his gaze back to Kiyoko and nodded. "Yeah, sounds good to me. Please copy Mitsuki for the itinerary, I may ask him to come."
"Alright." She grinned. "Thank you. You'll text me the resort?"
"Yeah, no problem." Boruto smiled in return and felt his pocket vibrate again. This time, he pulled his pocket out and briefly looked at the message. His heart leaped to his throat upon reading it but quickly put the phone back in his pocket when Gai yelled for the scene to be cut and have it redone. Kiyoko also seemed surprised, and looked over at the set, the boys looked distraught, and Sarada had a frown on her face.
Gai was giving overly enthusiastic directions and redid the boys' blocking, even ushering Sarada to move to a new area. The cameramen had to reangle and took a little more time to get the Dolley in place. Once everything was fine, Gai went back to his chair and restarted the scene.
Boruto knew Sarada was getting jealous again, so he moved away from Kiyoko, pretending to throw his coffee, took a biscuit from the snack table, and pulled his phone out again to reread the message he received. Boruto had been receiving some spam messages from random numbers lately, but this was the second time from this particular number, and this latest message unsettled him the most.
If you know what's good for her, don't follow through with your plans.
It was so random and threatening. But it was an unknown number and although the message sounded foreboding about his plans with Sarada, he decided to ignore it and slipped his phone back into his pocket, wanting to watch the scene instead.
They did a few more takes of the same scene before calling it a day. Boruto made his way to her, waiting for Sarada to come to him. When she approached him, she had a pout on her face, nowhere near the smile she was giving him earlier. Boruto walked with her to her dressing room and waited for her to change.
The whole drive going home was quiet, as Sarada was pouting the entire time. It was only when they parked on the driveway that she spoke to him.
"Are you going to tell me what you and the hoe were talking about?"
Boruto killed the engine and sighed. "Yes, she was asking if you would be free this weekend or the next to go to the beach with the boys." Boruto knew she was being jealous, and although this wasn't the first time, he still wasn't so sure how to handle it. Sarada was sensitive, and he couldn't brush her off or laugh it away, either. "I told her you're free for the next because you have plans this weekend."
"Oh." She frowned. "What plans? You haven't told me that."
"Plans with me." He grinned and got out of the car to open her door for her. Boruto held out his hand for her to take. "I booked us somewhere. It's a surprise."
Sarada took his hand and got out of the car excitedly. "A surprise? Plans with you? Just us?"
"Yes." He kissed her hand. "Just the two of us."
"Oh, yay!" She beamed, getting on her tiptoes to kiss him quickly. "I'm so happy. That means a lot to me, Boruto."
"I'm happy you're happy." Boruto kissed her forehead and led her into his house, already talking about what she wanted for dinner.
It had been a long and eventful day, and he didn't forget that he had a promise to keep for her tonight.
A/N: Who could be sending these texts? What does it mean for these two? Hmmm... Care to share a theory? Lol.
Until next time! Wash your hands, fam.
Cheers,
Kairi and Tyy