THAT SUMMER WHEN…
Summary: The ever boisterous class clown, Boruto Uzumaki, and student council president, Sarada Uchiha, are always at each other's throats. Everyone knows they hate each other… or do they? BoruSara. High School AU.
A/N: ahh! thanks so much for clicking on this story! I hope you enjoy!
Sarada stood in front of her full-length mirror, dark eyes reviewing her appearance one last time. She allowed herself a small smile as she smoothed the nonexistent wrinkles from her uniform. A plaid pleated skirt and a pristine black blazer with her school's crest embroidered on the breast pocket.
She straightened the special band on her upper arm that denoted her status as a member of the student council for the millionth time before running her fingers through her long raven hair. With a deep breath and one final self-affirmation, Sarada decided she was ready.
She wasn't typically this vain, but it was the first day of school and the first day of her tenure as student council president.
Everything had to be perfect.
Sarada marched down the stairs, dropping her school bag by the door before heading to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. She'd be arriving early to school that day along with her fellow student council members to greet their classmates and help the first years find the front office and their respective classrooms.
She leaned against the cool granite of the kitchen counter, sipping on a hot green tea, while she waited for her toast to cook.
"Sarada?!" her mother's voice called as the front door opened.
"In the kitchen," she called back, before plating her toast. A grinning Sakura bounded into the kitchen and pulled Sarada into a tight hug before giving her a kiss on the top of her head.
"Mom, you're squishing me."
"Oh, sorry honey! I'm just so glad I caught you before you left for school. Do you have everything you need?"
"You know I got everything covered," Sarada smiled. She untangled herself from her mother's embrace and slid a mug in her direction. "And I made you some tea."
Sakura accepted graciously, sipping at the sleepy blend of lavender and camomile that would surely help soothe her busy mind after working all night at the hospital. "You're an angel," she cooed, smiling into her mug.
"Well, I better head out," Sarada said, placing her own empty mug in the sink.
"Have a good day at school!" her mother called as she slung her school bag over her shoulder and skipped out the door.
A few blocks down, Sarada met up with her fellow student council member and close friend, Sumire, and the pair walked to school together.
"So how was your summer?!" Sumire asked sweetly, looping her arm with Sarada's. "Did you do anything fun?"
"Yeah, actually my dad was home for a little while, so we took a trip up to this cabin for two weeks, it was cool. It was right on this lake, so I spent a lot of time swimming and reading outside, just enjoying the fresh air," Sarada explained, then she asked her friend the same. The girls discussed Sumire's trip to the beach and all the summer assignments they had to do as they entered the school's gates.
After meeting with the rest of the student council and spreading out among the school's entrances, the other students began filing in. Everyone buzzed with excitement about the next school year and the chance to reconnect with friends after a long summer break.
"Sarada!" a beaming ChoCho called as she practically tackled her to the ground. "I missed you!"
"I missed you, too!" Sarada giggled as she returned her best friend's enthusiastic embrace. Sumire joined them and the girls happily exchanged greetings.
Dark eyes gravitated toward the school gates when she heard the sound of raucous laughter from a group of rowdy boys. And right in the epicenter was the infamous blonde, as handsome as he was vexing, Boruto Uzumaki.
"This is going to be our year, fellas. I can feel it!" she overheard him telling his entourage.
"You say that every year," Mitsuki pointed out with a smile.
Boruto had both his arms slung around two of his friends' shoulders as they strolled onto campus. His untucked shirt and loosened tie almost made Sarada's eye twitch.
Could he not even be bothered to follow the dress code on the first day of school?!
Those impossibly blue eyes flickered in her direction when she called his name.
"Boruto Uzumaki! You better not make any trouble this year!" Sarada warned, her arms crossing over her chest.
"No promises," he winked as he passed by and Sumire giggled at their exchange.
"There goes hoping that Boruto matured at all this summer," ChoCho scoffed with a roll of her amber eyes. "You would think the mayor's son would be a little more well behaved."
"Mayor Uzumaki," Sumire swooned. "He's so handsome and cool."
Sarada's gaze lingered on Boruto as he entered the school's main building with his group of friends, wondering if that had been the initial motivation behind his bad behavior. To distance himself from his father, who most everyone in town adored (herself included).
She didn't have time to dwell on that thought though, because a timid first-year approached her asking for help getting to his classroom just as the bell rang, signaling the start of the school day.
Sarada half expected Boruto to be in her class — she was just unlucky like that — but what she hadn't expected was for Shino-sensei to assign the students' seats in alphabetical order. He then asked everyone to find their own desk as a little exercise to meet and introduce themselves to their new classmates.
Everyone shuffled about, trying to determine which seat should be theirs while Sarada just sighed and walked toward the last row of desks. Her surname of Uchiha always put her in the back of the class, ruefully right next to Uzumaki.
Dark eyes narrowed, glaring disapprovingly at Boruto lounging in the very last chair with his feet on top of his desk. His fingers were laced behind his head and his eyes were closed in the picture of nonchalance.
Without preamble, Sarada shoved his feet off the desk.
"Whoa, what the hell?!" A startled Boruto exclaimed, nearly falling out of his chair, as she took a seat at the desk in front of his.
Sarada shot an annoyed glare over her shoulder. "Sit at your desk properly. I was serious when I said that you better behave this year."
"Oh yeah?" Boruto gave her an arrogant smirk before he leaned forward over his desk. His lips were dangerously close to her ear as he whispered, "and what are you going to do if I don't?"
She pretended not to be affected by the way his warm breath against her ear sent a shiver down her spine and instead rolled her eyes and turned back to face the front of the classroom.
The students gathered back in the classroom as their lunch hour neared its end. Sarada walked in only to find her desk occupied by Boruto's friends, who were gathered around him chatting about their summer vacations.
"Yeah, my family stayed at this lakeside cabin for a few weeks, it was pretty sick," Boruto mentioned with a casual shrug. "Oh and I finally beat that boss villain in my game, too! Man, that took me like forever."
"Wait, how far are you now then?" Inojin asked and all the boys pulled out their handheld gaming devices to show off their progress. Sarada could hardly understand how all the boys her age were so obsessed with those violent video games.
She marched over to them, her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. "Please put those away, you're not allowed to have them out during class."
All the boys grumbled as they turned off their devices, well all of them except Boruto.
"It's still lunchtime," he scoffed. "Could you try not to be a killjoy for like two seconds?!"
But just as he said that the school bell rang, signaling the start of the afternoon class session. Sarada raised a challenging eyebrow. "You were saying?"
Boruto exhaled an annoyed huff and began putting his game away. But when Sarada turned around, frowning at Iwabe and telling him to get off her desk, a devious idea for revenge popped into his head.
Little-Miss-Prim-and-Proper hated not looking totally polished and in control. What better way to fluster her than with a little flick of his wrist against the hem of her short skirt?
Feeling a breeze where it definitely shouldn't be, Sarada let out a startled gasp that made everyone in the class turn toward the back of the room. Her hands were quick to smooth down her flipped skirt.
But obviously not quick enough.
"Hot pink, huh?" Boruto chuckled with mock intrigue. She spun around and shot him a scandalized look. "I had always pegged you as a boring, white granny panty kind of gal."
Dark eyes widened, Sarada was completely mortified. Why would he say that?!
Heat bloomed across her entire face, she could feel all the eyes of her classmates staring as they snickered at Boruto's commentary.
"How dare you!? I ought to tell on you to Shino-sensei!" she seethed, her hands still holding her skirt down.
"I bet you would, tattletale," he challenged.
"Or better yet," she began, loudly slapping her hands against his desk and leaning over to get in his face. "Why not see if the Konoha Times is interested in a headline like Mayor's Son Sexually Harasses Girls at School?!"
That wiped that annoying smirk off his face.
"Oooh..." Several onlooking students murmured amongst themselves. By that point, everyone in the class was watching the two of them, but despite the attention their argument garnered, neither was willing to pull away from their heated staredown.
"Leave my father out of this," Boruto growled between clenched teeth.
"Leave my panties out of this!" Sarada screamed in his face.
To prevent the impending explosion, Shikadai dived between the two. "He's really sorry, Sarada!"
"No, I'm not—" but Boruto's protest was cut off when Mitsuki covered his mouth.
"Sometimes he takes jokes too far, please don't tell on him," Shikadai pleaded with his hands clasped together.
Boruto struggled in Mitsuki's hold, muttering between his fingers, "Tell Shino-sensei! I dare you!"
Shikadai sent a mean glare at Boruto and grumbled, "Could you just shut up for five seconds?"
All eyes turned to the front when their teacher walked in, ready to start the afternoon session of class.
"Fine, whatever. I won't tell on him. This time," Sarada muttered with a roll of her eyes. "Everyone just go get in your seats."
Everyone quickly dispersed as Sarada sat down in her chair, still fuming about stupid Boruto and his stupid idea of a joke.
"Good afternoon, class," Shino greeted, completely oblivious to the angry tension radiating from the back of the room. "Let's open our textbooks to page thirteen."
"You need to cool it with Sarada, man," Shikadai warned as their group of friends strolled out of a convenience store with their after-school snacks in hand. "That girl looked like she was about to snap your neck today."
"Yeah, yeah," Boruto mumbled with a dismissive wave and took a sip of his banana milk.
"Why are you always trying to provoke her anyway?" Mitsuki asked.
"For real?! Of all the girls in our year, she is the only one with the actual power to make your life — and by extension, our lives — a real drag," Shikadai frowned. Boruto resisted the mischievous grin that threatened his lips and shrugged.
"Because it's just too funny when she gets her little pink panties in a twist," he replied, then immediately chuckled at his own joke. "She gets worked up so easily, I can't help it."
Shikadai ran an exasperated hand through his dark hair, wondering how he always seemed to get dragged into Boruto's antics while Mitsuki just wore an amused smile.
As the afternoon sun sunk below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange, the boys all parted ways and returned to their respective homes.
The moment Boruto walked in the door, he was practically tackled to the ground by his little sister and her cheerful greeting. They both laughed as he carried her on his back into the kitchen.
"How was your first day of school?" Hinata smiled as she fixed him a little snack before dinner.
"Meh, it was alright."
"And Kendo?"
"It was good," he shrugged, before sliding into a chair at the table.
"And you're staying out of trouble?" his mother asked pointedly.
"Mom, does this look like the face of a boy who gets into trouble?" Boruto pouted, putting his hands under his chin in mock innocence.
"Yes," Hinata laughed, shaking her head softly before returning to her dinner preparations.
"Shit," Boruto mumbled as he repeatedly mashed the buttons on his handheld, watching his character's health bar deplete. The game whined a sad little song at his defeat. He dropped the device against his bed and threw his head back against his pillow with a sigh.
He should probably be going to sleep, but instead, he pulled out his phone to browse social media. Boruto had only flicked through a few posts before he was startled by a curt knock at his window.
An amused smirk spread across his lips when he peeked out his window to see who his late-night visitor was. His blue gaze flickered over to his door, then down to the time on his phone, wondering if his sleeping parents would even notice he had a guest.
Boruto pulled back the curtain, slid open his window, and was immediately greeted by the cool night air and the scowling face of his visitor.
"What took you so long?!"
"Wow, if it isn't the student council president knocking on my window. What can I do for you tonight, Sarada?" Boruto grinned as he leaned his elbows against the window frame, his head propped up in his hands.
Sarada pouted and crossed her arms. "You know what I'm here for."
"Do I?" he asked, feigning ignorance. "Why don't you remind me?"
"Ugh, Boruto!" Sarada whined. "I had a really stressful day, okay?! Can we please just...?!"
"I thought you said last time was the last time?"
"Well, now I'm saying this time is the last time, okay?" she huffed, turning her face away to hide her pinkened cheeks.
Despite her petulant posture, she was quick to accept his offered hand and Boruto pulled her up as she climbed through his bedroom window, landing on his bed beside him.
Without hesitation, Sarada crawled onto his lap. Her fingers threaded through his blonde hair as she guided his lips up to meet hers. Boruto was quick to reciprocate with equal enthusiasm. His palms roved over her waist and down to grab a handful of her round bottom and pull her tighter against him.
A soft moan spilled from his lips, he had been craving the taste of her kisses since the last time they hooked up. His hands found the hem of her sweatshirt, breaking their kiss only for a moment to tear it off her body.
Blue eyes darkened upon discovering nothing underneath. His lips crashed into hers again, beyond turned on that she would show up at his house without a bra on.
"Thank you, I really needed this," she breathed, her half-lidded gaze was hazy with desire.
"No, thank you," Boruto smirked as his hands captured her bare breasts, making her squirm and sigh. "By the way, those panties you were wearing today were hot! You know I like pink."
"That reminds me…" It seemed that comment broke Sarada out of her lusty fog. Her hands found his chest and pushed him onto the bed. "I'm still mad at you!"
Sarada pinned him down as she glared at him with furious dark eyes. "That was so embarrassing! I'm going to get you back for that!"
Completely unperturbed by her rough treatment, Boruto allowed his palms to glide over the swell of her hips. "Oh I look forward to seeing you try," he challenged with an amused grin.
A surprised gasp fell from Sarada's lips as Boruto rolled them over, pinning her to the bed with his weight. His lips found hers again, and despite her previous annoyance, she was quick to surrender to him, allowing his tongue to swirl against hers in a playful dance.
"Aah~" she sighed into his mouth as his hands began teasing her pebbled nipples, sending pleasant tingles to her heated core.
His lips trailed down her neck, kissing and nipping her tender flesh. Her back arched into him with a breathless little moan as he sucked on her racing pulse and groped her sensitive chest.
She definitely wasn't the most busty girl in their year, but still, playing with Sarada's perky tits got him so beyond horny. Her fingers tangled in his hair as her hips began grinding against his growing erection.
"Oh, oh Boruto~" she whimpered. His name on her lips sounded so sweet, he craved it like nothing else. He did everything he could to make her say it again and again. He pulled away to observe her flushed features and hazy dark eyes.
"Hey Sarada, are you sure this is the last time?" Boruto said in a teasing whisper.
"Shut up," she muttered before grabbing him by his shirt, pulling him down, and silencing him with another bruising kiss.
He couldn't help rutting himself against her, his cock was painfully hard and desperate to be buried inside her. Boruto slipped his hand down the front of her shorts, diving between her damp folds. His fingers were immediately soaked in her heady juices.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned. Her hips bucked in reply, begging for him to touch her. All summer he studied her body and he knew exactly what would make Sarada melt.
She writhed beneath him as his fingers found a steady rhythm circling her clit, applying just the right pressure to have her mewling. Sarada spread her trembling legs wider, desperate for more of his touch. He slipped two fingers inside her wet core, stroking that special spot, and relishing in the feeling of her walls fluttering and squeezing him tighter as she climbed toward her peak.
Her hand fisted his sheets and her eyes clenched shut as her body grew tense. Sarada moaned against his lips as her orgasm washed over her in blissful waves of tingling pleasure.
Her body hummed with satisfaction as she sighed and relaxed against his bed. A moment later, Sarada opened her eyes to find Boruto stripping off his own clothes, eager to continue.
"Wait," she said, her hand resting on his to halt his movements. Boruto's brow furrowed with confusion. "I'm sorry, I… I didn't bring a condom."
"Oh!" he laughed, relieved she wasn't rejecting him for another reason. "I have some!"
He reached over her and pulled open his nightstand drawer, producing a small square package.
"Why do you have that?!" Sarada frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"You expected me to go back on my word about last time being the last time!" she huffed, her cheeks seemingly growing more flushed.
"Well, I may have hoped," Boruto laughed as he tore open the small package. "And aren't you glad I did?"
But Sarada just pouted and averted her gaze. He climbed over her with a teasing smile on his lips and positioned himself between her pale thighs. "It's okay, you can admit that you missed me."
Her hands found purchase on his shoulders even as she shot him a dark glare. "I have never once missed the headaches that you give me."
"Oh yeah? What about what else I give you?" he husked.
Her breath hitched as she felt the head of his cock traced over her entrance. Her nails dug into his skin and her breath grew shallow as he slowly sunk inside her wet heat. Sarada had no comeback for that one, her mind was too focused on the pleasant stretch of her tight core.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Boruto sighed.
He began pulling out before plunging back in, finding a steady pace that had both their hearts racing. Sarada wrapped her legs around his waist and the new angle had him filling her even deeper than before.
A wanton moan tore from her throat when one of his thrusts hit her in just the right spot. With wide, nervous blue eyes, Boruto covered her mouth with his hand.
He stilled his hips and listened for a moment. His sister was definitely asleep by now, and his parents' room was upstairs, but they really ought to be careful.
"You know I love to hear you, but you have to be quiet if you're sneaking in my window for a school night booty call," Boruto said with a salacious grin.
Dark eyes narrowed as Sarada pried his fingers from her lips. "Don't call this a booty call!" she said in a harsh whisper.
"So what do you call it, then?" he chuckled softly, before nuzzling against her neck.
"Stress relief," Sarada sighed as he began placing hot open-mouthed kisses against her sensitive skin. His hips resumed their previous rhythm, making her body quiver beneath him.
"Really now? I thought I caused you stress," he mumbled with an amused smile.
"You do, that's why you owe me this," she muttered, trying to suppress all the needy little noises threatening her lips.
Boruto just laughed in response.
A/N: thanks so much for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments!