One way Konohamaru recommended that Boruto and Sarada up the technical score of their program was to alter some of their jump combinations. But the changes that Sarada decided on required Boruto to learn the elusive triple axel.

The axel was typically considered one of the hardest jumps in figure skating. Unlike all the other jumps where the skater takes off backward and lands backward, with an axel the skater takes off forward and lands backward, meaning there is a whole extra half rotation.

After a dozen or so unsuccessful attempts, Boruto's breath had grown heavy, not just from the exertion but from the frustration as well.

Sarada had demonstrated for him several times and he didn't understand why it wasn't coming together. He had plenty of power in his other jumps.

"Hey, it's alright," Sarada said, noticing his uncharacteristic irritation. She skated up to him and cradled his face in both her hands. "Let's be done for today."

"Just give me a few more tries," he insisted.

"Boruto, it is okay if you don't get it on the first day," Sarada whispered and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

He couldn't resist the way the corner of his mouth twitched up.

He could tell how much she was trying to comfort him because even though Sarada wasn't as harsh in her criticisms as she had been in the beginning, she was never particularly sweet at practice and she definitely never kissed him in public.

His hands found purchase on her waist, and he realized he couldn't stay mad gazing down at her compassionate charcoal eyes.

"You don't need to get frustrated just because this jump is going to take a little extra effort. You're really good at a lot of other things."

"Oh yeah? What else am I good at?" he asked as he pulled her body against his, a suggestive smirk on his lips and a naughty gleam in his blue eyes.

"Control yourself," Sarada admonished as she suppressed a smile. She pushed him away before skating over to the edge of the rink. He followed after her and they both sat down on the rink-side bleachers to remove their skates.

"So I talked to my mom after you left the other day," Sarada began. "And I swore her to secrecy in case you were worried about my dad murdering you."

"I wasn't before, but now I am…" Boruto let out an amused laugh. "What did you end up telling her?"

"I mean, you know I'm not good at lying so I just told her the truth, that we're just having a very casual physical relationship, and that she definitely doesn't need to mention it to my dad because we're not dating and we don't even have any romantic feelings for each other."

"...right."

Sarada furrowed her brow at his odd expression. "What? Would you describe it differently?"

"Nope, you really nailed it. That's what's going on here," Boruto replied as he slung his bag over his shoulder, keeping his face neutral. "I have somewhere to be, but I'll catch you later, alright?"

"Alright," she nodded, confused by his sudden shift in mood.

Boruto walked into the university's library with two hot cups in hand. He trekked up two flights of stairs, dodging a few other students passing by, and let himself into the private study room Sumire had booked for them.

The room was small but cozy, just a few chairs around a table and a whiteboard on the wall. A big window looking over the quad let in some natural light that brightened the space nicely.

Sumire seemed to have just arrived herself as she pulled out all her cute notebooks and colored pens. Her eyes lit up upon seeing him, and he offered her one of the drinks in his outstretched hand.

"For you," Boruto smiled, and she accepted gracefully. She took a sip and sighed in delight.

"You remembered my favorite drink?" she asked, seeming genuinely surprised and touched. "Could you be any cuter?"

He grinned as he pulled her into a hug, always so tickled by the way she nuzzled against him like he was the best, coziest thing ever.

"So what are you working on today?" Boruto asked as they broke from their embrace and he began pulling out his own school work from his backpack.

He had always known Sumire was bright, but as she animatedly described her projects as a biomedical science major, Boruto felt his head spinning.

"Damn, you are seriously so smart," he chuckled in honest praise.

"What? No! I'm just..." she rambled, shyly averting her gaze down to her hands fidgeting in her lap. "...ya know, you—"

"Sumire!" He interrupted. "Take the compliment!"

Violet eyes glanced up at his genuine smile and a faint blush warmed her cheeks. "Thanks," she replied softly.

"See was that so hard?" Boruto teased as he opened his laptop.

"I can't with you," Sumire mumbled, biting her lip with a soft shake of her head.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you even know how freaking adorable you are?" she sighed as if it was very hard for her to deal with.

"Who? Me?" Boruto grinned with mock bashfulness. He forgot the kind of ego boost being around Sumire gave him.

"Take the compliment!" she said, teasing him back with his own words.

She giggled as she spread open a hefty textbook and he pulled up the paper he had been putting off, and they both got down to business.

They sat in companionable silence for quite some time, each engrossed in their own schoolwork.

Boruto took the last sip of his drink as he reread the sentences he had just written, making sure the paragraphs flowed when he felt Sumire's foot brush up against his own underneath the small table they shared.

His gaze flickered up, peeking at her from behind his laptop screen. She was still looking down at her book, but the shy smile and faint blush she wore on her cheeks told him it was intentional.

He brushed his foot over hers in a similar manner, and then it became this back and forth of subtle touches under the table all while pretending to be focused on their schoolwork.

Eventually, his touches became a little more daring and he felt Sumire's hand halt his knee that was brushing against her inner thigh, her expression thoroughly scandalized.

"Boruto!" she squeaked.

"What's up?" He looked up at her with innocent blue eyes, even as he continued rubbing his leg against hers.

She giggled despite herself, her cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink.

He startled from their little game of footsies when his phone vibrated loudly against the table.

"Oh, were you going to get that?" Sumire asked.

"No, no, it's fine," he replied with a dismissive wave. But by the fifth time his phone went off, he was actually rather curious.

"Sorry!" Boruto apologized, not wanting to be rude as he checked to see who was blowing up his phone.

He had several text messages from Sarada.

He scrunched his face in confusion. There were no words, only pictures.

The first of which was his front door, and the second of her shoes sitting in his entryway. Blue eyes widened when the third was a picture of Sarada's pants on his living room floor. Each picture after was another discarded article of clothing in a trail that led to his bed.

She wasn't even in any of the photos, and yet the implication was enough to inspire a blush on his cheeks and a stirring in his pants.

Even without words, the message was clear. "I'm waiting naked in your bed for you."

He looked up from his phone at the same time Sumire looked up from her book.

"What's up?" she asked and Boruto felt his face grow hotter.

"Oh, um," he hesitated, searching for a good excuse. "I'm sorry, I totally forgot I was meeting up with another friend for dinner tonight and the time totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, okay. I guess I was about done studying for now too," Sumire said as she began packing up her belongings.

"Let's do this again sometime!" Boruto said, giving her a quick hug before hastily shoving all his belongings into his backpack.

"We should!" she beamed. "You'll text me?"

"Yup!" Boruto nodded before he eagerly jogged out of the library and to his house as fast as he could without looking like a maniac.

It was early in the morning, the sun just barely peeking over the horizon. Their alarm hadn't even gone off yet, but Boruto found himself awake. Not wanting to disturb his bedmate, he continued to lay there beside her, propped up on one elbow as blue eyes admired her delicate beauty.

In sleep, her face was smooth and relaxed, a refreshing change from the usual unamused scowl she shot at him. Boruto smiled to himself, oh how he loved riling Sarada up.

He reached over and with a gentle touch brushed his fingers through her silky raven hair. "I can feel you staring at me and it's creeping me out," she said without even opening her eyes.

Boruto smirked, "I was just thinking about what a giant forehead you have."

Her eyes shot open with an angry glare and it took everything in him not to snicker. "Oh, you think you're funny!?" Sarada huffed, pushing him flat on the bed and rolling on top of him.

Boruto couldn't hold back his laughter as she tried to pin him down when they both knew he could easily overpower her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and sat up, trapping a pouting Sarada in his lap. Her expression quickly shifted when he began placing soft kisses against her collarbone.

"No! No! No!" Her hands rested on his shoulders, halfheartedly pushing him away, but her protests grew weaker as he trailed his lips up the column of her neck.

"We don't have time," she sighed, but her hips rocked against his as if to contradict her words.

His hands slid down her back to grip her round bottom and pulled her closer so she could feel just how much he wanted her. A soft moan escaped her lips in response as her core continued to rub against his growing need.

When her fingers tangled into his hair and she pulled him into a desperate kiss, he knew he won.

"Real quick?" Sarada breathed against his lips.

"Real quick," Boruto agreed and rolled them over so she was beneath him.

He pushed her shirt up, revealing her bare breasts to his groping hands. He loved the feeling of her soft skin and the way she would shiver and squirm with his teasing touches.

Boruto leaned down and captured her lips in another searing kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth to play with hers. Sarada's fingers threaded through his blonde hair, her nails scratching his scalp and making him sigh.

His hand ventured south, tracing soft patterns down her stomach before slipping into her panties. She spread her trembling legs wider, eager for his attention.

He dipped into her wet core, coating his fingers in her silky essence before rubbing her clit just the way she liked it. Her brow furrowed, toes curling in pleasure, as she climbed toward her peak.

Boruto smiled against her lips, the wanton little noises Sarada made were always so gratifying. Her back arched against him, gasping as his fingers repeatedly slipped in and out her wet clutch.

Boruto found himself rutting against her thigh, his stiff member aching to be buried in the welcoming warmth of her tight core. Sarada whimpered when he stopped before she finished, but he was quick to tear off her panties and align himself at her slick entrance.

They sighed in unison when he tilted his hips forward, her damp folds parting as he slowly filled her with his firm length. He waited a breath, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion before he began grinding against her.

He would never get enough of the way her body fit so nicely against his own or the way she inspired his dirtiest fantasies. He wanted Sarada every which way she would have him.

Boruto sat back, his hands still firmly gripping her waist, pulling her up to meet each rock of his eager hips. He observed her features as she writhed beneath him, his mind capturing that moment in his memory.

Sarada's cheeks were flushed, eyes half-lidded, and lips parted. Her perky tits rising and falling with each heavy breath and soft moan that accompanied his rhythmic thrusts. Her hair was splayed against the pillow like a dark halo. Arms resting above her head, completely at his mercy.

She was so fucking hot.

He pulled one of her legs up to rest on his shoulder as he quickened his pace, the new angle allowing him to sink deeper into her wet heat. Sarada exhaled a shuddering moan. "Oh, yes... right there~"

He reached between them, his thumb strumming her clit as he pounded into her again and again.

Her moist walls hugged his cock so tightly he was practically dizzy. His mind was clouded with lust. The way she moaned and mewled and cried out with each firm thrust drove him wild.

His breath grew labored from his aggressive pace, but it felt so fucking good every time he slammed into her tight warmth that he couldn't slow down, he couldn't stop. The pleasant pressure building in his core told him this was, in fact, going to be "real quick".

Her moans grew in volume and her body grew tense as he massaged her clit in firm circles. As much as he loved the peaceful look of her face in rest, the sight of her features contorting in pleasure as she climaxed on his cock was even better.

"Fuck, Boruto~! Yes.. yess… oh, fuck!" she cried as her tight walls squeezed his throbbing length.

It was amusing how much more vulgar her language got in bed, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't do things for him. The sound of his name on Sarada's lips, breathless and jumbled with praise and expletives sent him over the edge after her.

He leaned down to give her a messy kiss and a few final thrusts. His fingers dug into the pale flesh of her thigh, groaning against her lips as the tight pressure burst with a mind-numbing orgasm.

His body throbbed pleasantly from the release. He gave her another kiss before he flopped onto his bed beside her.

God, what a nice way to start the day.

After a few moments of catching their breath, Sarada rolled off the bed and padded over to the bathroom. When she returned to start getting dressed, Boruto was still lounging completely naked with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Hey, so are you coming to my game tonight?"

"Meh, I don't know," Sarada shrugged as she pulled on a pair of jeans. Boruto sat up, blue eyes wide with affront.

"Oh c'mon! I could get you one of my jerseys to wear?!" he offered, trying to tempt her.

But Sarada just huffed an amused laugh. "Okay, so I'll probably come to the game, but I'm definitely not wearing your jersey. I don't need people thinking I'm into you."

"But you are into me!" he chuckled.

"I'm not!"

"Really?!" Boruto asked with a teasing grin. "The way you were screaming my name just five minutes ago would suggest otherwise."

Sarada pouted, turning her face away to hide the heat that bloomed across her cheeks. "Okay, so yes, maybe I vocalize my enjoyment of your… skills..."

Boruto put a hand over his mouth, trying hard not to laugh as she spoke.

"But! I also enjoy our other practice together. That's really all this is, chemistry practice for our figure skating," she reminded him. "There's no feelings involved whatsoever."

"No feelings?"

"No feelings," she reaffirmed with finality before walking into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Boruto flopped back down on the bed and sighed as he stared at the bathroom door she just entered.

He had a lot of fun sleeping with Sarada. Their near-identical schedules made it so they were free to fool around almost every night of the week. He knew plenty of guys who would kill for a no-strings-attached sex buddy as hot as Sarada.

He was lucky... really…

So why did his chest ache every time she said this thing between them meant nothing to her?

A/N: thank you so much for reading and extra thanks to those who leave comments! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I can't wait to hear what you think!