A/N: This is the longest chapter in the story so far and it's quite the rollercoaster, so buckle up and enjoy!
The first day of the competition consisted of the men's and women's individual events, so Boruto and Sarada were free to relax. After grabbing breakfast with ChoCho and Mitsuki, the group headed toward the ice arena to watch the performances and support Inojin.
They were sitting up in the stands waiting for the next performance when Boruto noticed Sarada stiffen in her seat. He followed her line of sight to find a group of people trailing behind Kagura, who was talking animatedly.
As if he could sense their stares, Kagura looked up at them. He smiled and waved, "What's up, Boruto? ChoCho! Mitsuki!"
His entourage snickered at his purposeful exclusion of Sarada in his greeting.
ChoCho reached over, resting her hand on Sarada's leg. "Just ignore him, he's not worth your energy," she whispered. Sarada just rolled her eyes and sighed.
Boruto couldn't help but wonder if this was a regular occurrence. Kagura actively trying to get under her skin.
Boruto was used to hockey where everyone was very upfront and outward with their aggression and they would shit talk right to your face, telling you you suck or your team was garbage.
The figure skating world was different. It was almost… catty.
The more he learned the more everyone seemed to be so fake and passive-aggressive. Supportive to your face and then secretly wishing you fall flat on your face during your performance. It was vicious.
"He's just so fucking annoying," Sarada grumbled, clutching the hem of her dress.
"I think you need some air. Come to the bathroom with me?" ChoCho asked, looking to Sarada as she stood up.
Once the girls had walked away, Boruto glanced over at Mitsuki who was a few seats down from him. He was a quiet guy, but Boruto couldn't tell if he was introverted and introspective or just kind of weird.
Then again, both could be true.
"Hey, could I ask you something?" Boruto began. Mitsuki nodded even as his gaze stayed on the skaters warming up on the ice.
"I get that Kagura and Sarada have this beef, but what I don't understand is why he goes out of his way to be nice to me. I'm Sarada's partner, shouldn't his distaste for her apply to me too."
"He's charismatic, don't you think?" Mitsuki replied.
"Huh?" Boruto frowned. Did he even listen to the question?
"Plus, he's talented. He's highly decorated in the sport and he's rather popular among other skaters, coaches, and all the best choreographers. When someone like that - someone of that status - acknowledges you, it's natural to seek their approval and a lot of our peers fall into that trap. He jumps at every opportunity to make a new friend. He welcomes you into his group and makes you feel special…" Boruto nodded, thinking back to his interaction with Kagura the previous day. The way he was so quick to invite him to hang out with his friends. "...and then forces you to choose a team. Him or Sarada."
"Does he really think that would work on me though? I mean, Sarada is my partner."
Mitsuki turned to meet Boruto's gaze and shrugged. "It's worked before."
Boruto sat back in his seat, silently staring out at the ice as he processed that information.
Kagura knew Sarada was talented, that's why they were partners for so long. But he constantly belittled her and broke down her self-esteem, because he wanted her to believe that she couldn't succeed without him. He was a complete ass to her, but so warm and nice to everyone else so no one would believe her if she dared talk about the way he treated her in private.
Then once they parted ways, the pressure was on to succeed without him and she inadvertently took that out on any new partner she tried. Being snippy, easily frustrated, and short-tempered. Kagura capitalized on that and used his influence in the community to paint her as the one who was difficult to work with.
Boruto exhaled an angry sigh as he felt his disdain for the guy grow deeper.
The group was in lighter spirits by the end of the competition, with Inojin having won gold in the men's free skate. High on his victory, he boldly declared there would be a party in his room that night and everyone was invited.
That was how Boruto found himself staring at a selection of liquor lined up on the small kitchenette in Inojin's hotel room. A knock at the door brought another handful of figure skaters into the room that was practically brimming with people.
The music was loud and Inojin was standing on the bed, gold medal around his neck, as he lip-synced into a bottle of tequila. Others around him laughed and encouraged his performance.
Sarada was leaning against the arm of the couch as she chatted with ChoCho and nursed a drink of her own. Her flushed cheeks indicated she was already starting to feel the effects.
With a fresh drink in hand, Boruto found himself sucked into a conversation with a group of guys who all seemed pretty chill. He was too involved in debating video games to notice who walked in with the latest group.
"You guys being nice to my new friend, Boruto, here?" Kagura grinned as he threw his arm around Boruto's shoulders and joined their group's conversation.
Boruto didn't understand why Kagura insisted on acting so chummy with him. But when he met eyes with Sarada across the room it became achingly clear that he was intentionally trying to bother her again.
She didn't look so much annoyed as she did nervous. Was this really what he did to Sarada's last partner? Purposefully befriended him just to try and turn him against her?
Boruto wanted to shrug him off, tell him to get lost, but Kagura was obviously well-liked among the rest of the people there. It would make Boruto look like a total dick for lashing out at him unprovoked, and that could reflect poorly on Sarada.
He didn't know what to do. So he stood there awkwardly frozen and unsure.
He tuned back into the guys' conversation only to catch Kagura steering the topic to Sarada. "Can you believe this guy is putting up with Sarada Uchiha?" he laughed, gesturing to Boruto. "I mean, sure she's hot but that bitch is psychotic."
The other guys chuckled and nodded their agreement. Boruto furrowed his brow as blue eyes flickered between the guys he had been talking to. Did they actually hate Sarada or did everyone always just go along with what Kagura said?
Did he really wield that much influence? Was that what made Sarada so weary of him interacting with her partner?
"She told one of my buddies to quit skating! Can you believe that? Like who died and made her queen?" one of them laughed. Boruto wondered if it was Kagura's intention to try to get him to air any possible grievances he had with Sarada as if he was inviting him to vent as opposed to openly bashing his partner.
"Seriously? What a bitch!"
Boruto cringed. He knew Sarada could hear what they were saying, Kagura was making sure of that.
Kagura had already humiliated her once, the evidence of which lived on, on the internet. So, why did he keep trying? Boruto found himself clenching his fists, growing more irritated by the second.
"She's so controlling and bossy and she's not even that good!"
"Could you shut the fuck up?" Boruto snapped, his voice so loud others around them turned to stare.
"We're just joking around, dude. Calm down," Kagura said, giving him a disapproving look.
"I'm not your dude and don't fucking touch me," Boruto scoffed, shoving Kagura away from him. "You really thought you could talk shit about Sarada and I would just stand there and take it."
"You need to chill. You're ruining the party," Kagura frowned, obviously not used to others opposing him.
But unlike the rest of the guys in the figure skating world, Boruto was an outsider who couldn't care less about Kagura's opinion of him.
"You think I give a fuck about this fucking party?! Fuck you!" Boruto shouted in Kagura's face.
Other conversations began fizzling out as the volume of his voice drew the attention of the room.
"Boruto," Sarada muttered as she closed the distance between them, he felt her hand on his arm. But he was still fuming and he couldn't break from his intense staredown.
Kagura narrowed his eyes. He glanced briefly at Sarada then back to Boruto before a smug smirk stretched across his lips. "You better listen to her Boruto, everyone here knows Sarada goes insane if she doesn't get her way."
"Oh, I'll show you insane!" He lunged at him and grabbed him by the collar. Furious blue eyes glared daggers as Boruto held Kagura's face inches from his own.
"Boruto!" Sarada cried while the rest of the room was dead silent.
All eyes on the commotion he caused.
"If I hear you say her name one more time, I will beat the shit out of you, and that's a fucking promise," Boruto seethed. His angry glare never faltered, showing just how serious he was about the threat he was making.
Kagura kept his mouth shut, but Boruto could see the fear in his eyes and the way he nervously swallowed.
Everyone there knew Boruto played hockey, a sport that casually broke out into fistfights. No one doubted he would throw hands.
"Boruto please, let's just leave," Sarada begged, he could hear the nervousness in her tone. He shoved Kagura away and turned to find that Sarada's eyes were rimmed red with tears streaming down her cheeks.
He immediately felt guilty.
Fuck.
He told himself if he snapped at Kagura, it would only embarrass Sarada and then he went and did just that. There was tense and awkward air in the room and he knew he caused it.
"Yeah, let's go," he grumbled, grabbing Sarada's hand and pulling her out of the hotel room.
It was silent between them as they walked down the halls. Boruto took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. He could hear Sarada sniffling as she trailed behind him, but he figured he'd wait to apologize until they made it back to their room.
Boruto exhaled a heavy sigh and slumped against the door the moment it closed behind them. "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you like that in front of all your friends."
"No," Sarada whispered, wiping away her tears before she turned around to face him. "He's always done that... always made me feel like shit. It only got worse when we stopped being partners…" she swallowed down a sob as she stepped closer to Boruto. She rested her hands on his chest and looked up into his deep blue eyes. "...but no one ever stood up for me like that."
His heart broke a little at her confession. She had other friends, were people really that intimidated by Kagura?
"I just… I…" she began, her gaze fell to her hands as they clutched the front of his shirt.
"I…" Sarada tried again, but she didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to communicate how much she appreciated him.
Not just for standing up for her, but for being there at all. For being her partner.
She looked back up to meet Boruto's patient blue gaze and the breath left her lungs.
No words felt adequate in that moment, so she did the only thing she could think of, leaned forward, and thrust her lips against his.
His breath hitched, startled by her sudden action, but his eyes fluttered closed as he easily surrendered to her kiss.
The soft caress of her lips against his grew increasingly more intense as her fingers tangled into his blonde hair. His hands found purchase on her waist, pulling her closer and relishing in the feel of her soft curves.
She playfully bit his bottom lip and he had to resist the aroused growl that rumbled in his chest. When Sarada exhaled a sigh against his lips, his tongue dipped into her mouth to steal a taste.
There was this hot, urgency in their kiss that felt so damn good, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of Boruto's mind that if he did this, he would be taking advantage of her.
Sarada was so emotionally vulnerable in that moment, and he had a feeling she would regret this.
If he stopped now, she would be embarrassed, but he could laugh it off and tell her she just had too much to drink, that he knew she didn't mean anything by it.
But as his palms slid over her backside, as she pressed her body against his, Boruto realized he really didn't want to stop.
The sound of her quiet, desperate moans were so sweet to his ears. The taste of her tongue rolling against his. The rock of her hips rubbing against his achingly hard member.
He really, really didn't want to stop.
Ugh, but if they kept going he didn't know what the morning would bring.
"We shouldn't do this," he whispered against her panting lips, pushing her hips away before letting his hands fall to his sides.
Dark eyes observed him a moment before she cringed and turned away to hide her embarrassment.
"I, um…" Sarada exhaled a harsh breath as she tried to decide how to rationalize her behavior.
"You know what, no!" Her head whipped back to glare at him. A nervous blush lingered on her cheeks despite the sudden fierceness in her eyes. "You've been hitting on me every day for the last three months, and now that I want you, you're not interested?!"
Boruto winced, he wasn't sure how to respond, especially when his very obvious erection said that he was, in fact, interested. "That's not... what it's about…"
But he hesitated again, unable to find the words to express what he thought was going on with her.
"Well then let's do this," she declared with determination.
His mouth fell open as Sarada grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. A wicked smile painted her lips as she presented her naked body to him in offering.
Hungry blue eyes drank in her appearance. Black lacy panties and a matching bra that barely covered her most intimate areas.
Most of the time when Boruto hit on Sarada, it was as a joke, just to see her get flustered and frustrated. Her angry pout was kind of adorable. But in the face of her nakedness and the stirring in his pants, he couldn't help but imagine her cheeks being flushed for another reason entirely.
His fists clenched, trying to resist the urge to run his hands all over her smooth, pale skin. His heart rate increased with every curve his gaze traced.
He wanted to explore her bare body with his lips, kissing her, tasting her, watching as she trembled beneath him. He wanted to hear his name in a hot, desperate whisper against his ear as she begged him to pleasure her more, to fill her over and over with his hard cock.
He wanted her so bad... but he knew it wasn't a good idea.
It took all his willpower to hold himself back.
"Sarada…" he said, and she cringed at his sad tone. He really shouldn't.
"What?" She looked down at herself, self-consciousness coloring her cheeks as she mumbled, "am I really so bad?"
He could practically hear the thoughts in her head whittling away at her confidence and he couldn't stand it. He couldn't be someone who contributed to her insecurity.
"No… I am," he whispered as he closed the distance between them, crashing his lips against hers. One hand tangled in her raven hair, tilting her head up to meet him, as the other roamed over her side and down to grab a handful of her ass.
The repercussions will be an issue for future Boruto to deal with.
The feeling of her bare skin against his groping hands made his mind grow foggy with lust. Their kiss was messy but he could taste the desire on her tongue as they blindly made their way toward the bed.
Boruto pulled away to breathe only when he felt her tug at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head to reveal firm muscles covered in tanned skin. He shivered at her cool touch, her fingers exploring the ridges of his chest and abs.
"You're so hot, it's annoying," Sarada breathed, hunger heavy in her tone.
Boruto just chuckled as he began peppering kisses along her jaw and down her neck. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she tilted her head to the side to grant him better access.
All his previous concerns were replaced by the thrill of her pulse racing underneath his lips. His hot open-mouthed kisses against her neck had Sarada's hands trembling as she undid his pants and tugged to remove them.
"So eager, are we?" Boruto smirked against her skin. His hands halted their exploration to assist and he kicked off his pants as they stumbled another few steps toward the bed. Her bra was next to hit the ground, followed by his underwear.
He pressed a kiss to her lips as his hands gripped under her thighs and picked her up. Sarada instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers played with the hair at his nape as her tongue teased his.
He gently deposited her on the bed, her raven hair splayed around her head, her dark eyes half-lidded and full of want. His body was on hers only a moment later, kissing her breathless as he rubbed his aching need against her core, anxious to remove the last layer that separated them.
Her hips rocked up to meet his and the delicious friction against his cock had Boruto groaning into her neck.
He palmed one of her perky mounds, tweaking her nipple and making her sigh and squirm beneath him. His fingertips skated over her hip with a feather-light touch, venturing closer and closer to her center, until he was teasing her over her panties. The fabric nearly damp from her arousal.
"Please… Boruto," she cried breathlessly, desperate for some relief.
He was already way past the point of refusing her.
His finger hooked under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her smooth, toned legs. Sarada nervously bit her lip, her cheeks colored pink as lusty blue eyes consumed her naked form.
His lips traveled south down her body, leaving wet kisses in their wake and making her shiver with need. Boruto smirked as he positioned himself between her spread thighs. He was practically drunk on the heady smell of her feminine honey and he wanted a taste.
Sarada exhaled a shuddering breath, her eyes clenched shut, as he ran his hot tongue over her wet slit. The stream of murmured curses and praises that spilled from her lips only encouraged him further as he lapped at her core with fervor.
He found himself growing even more aroused as her moans increased in volume. Her fingers threaded through his blonde hair as her eager hips jumped with each swipe of his skilled tongue.
Her breath hitched as two fingers circled around her entrance, bathing in her silky essence, before plunging into her wet heat to stroke that special spot.
Sarada let out a desperate whimper, one hand fisted the sheets below her, the other pulled his hair as his tongue traced delicious circles around her clit. He could feel her body growing more tense, her breathing more erratic, as she neared her peak.
Blue eyes clouded with desire were fixed on her face, mesmerized by the way her brow furrowed and the way she tossed her head back into the pillows. Her lips parted in a silent scream.
Sarada's thighs clamped around his head as she cried out his name. He could feel her moist walls fluttering around his intruding fingers, but he continued his ministrations to prolong her orgasm until she was left a quivering mess.
A smug Boruto sat up to observe Sarada laying there boneless and satiated as she tried to calm her breath. "Wow," she whispered, to herself or to him, he wasn't really sure.
He stroked his throbbing length with the hand coated in her slick as he crawled over her, desperate to bury himself in her tight, wet core. Dark, hazy eyes looked up at him with a hunger that made his skin tingle.
"Are we really doing this?" Boruto husked as he aligned himself at her entrance. She pulled him down into another searing kiss, and he took that as his answer.
He tilted his hips forward, her damp folds easily parting for him. With his eyes clenched shut, he exhaled a breathless sigh against her lips, sinking deeper into her tight warmth.
The gratification of being buried inside her overwhelmed his senses.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmered. Her nails bit into his back as he pulled out and pushed back in, finding a steady rhythm.
Their breath grew heavy and his heart raced with each plunge into her wet clutch. Boruto groaned against her neck as her hips began rocking up to meet him, deepening his thrusts.
The sound of her pleasured cries spurred him on and his tempo grew faster and more rough. The tension in his low belly coiled tighter with each thrust. His dazed mind was consumed by his desire to consume her as he kissed and nipped her neck, sucking on her pulse and making her moan.
"Oh… ooh~" Sarada sighed as his hand slipped between their sweat slicked bodies, his thumb strumming her clit and pushing her closer to her peak.
The sting of her nails clawing down his back hurt so good. He could feel her walls tightening around his length as he slammed into her again and again.
Sarada gasped a sharp breath and her body grew rigid beneath him. He watched as her face contorted with pleasure.
The feeling of her climaxing, of her core squeezing, milking his cock was pure ecstasy.
It was intoxicating and Boruto found himself tumbling over the edge with her. He woefully pulled out, jerking himself a few times as he came, squirting his release on her stomach.
With one hand supporting his weight, he hovered over an exhausted looking Sarada for a moment, her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His heart tried to return to a normal pace as his mind came down from his high.
Fuck, he really enjoyed that.
Boruto reached over to the nightstand to retrieve a few tissues and wiped up the mess he made on her.
"Thanks," she muttered, her eyes too heavy to open. He wasn't sure if the gratitude was for cleaning her up or for the sex itself, but at that point he was too tired to care.
"Yeah," Boruto sighed as he flopped over on the bed next to her. His body exhausted from a gratifying orgasm.
Blue eyes glanced over to Sarada. "You good?"
But she didn't reply, having already succumbed to sleep. He leaned over and brushed a raven lock out of her face before placing a soft kiss on her forehead, hoping against hope that she wasn't going to flip out over this in the morning.
When she rolled over onto him, he didn't protest, and instead pulled a blanket over them.
No matter how hard he tried, sleep evaded him. So Boruto just laid there on his back with a naked Sarada tucked up against him. Her head rested on his chest, her arm draped over his middle, and her breath steady with slumber.
His fingers mindless traced patterns on her shoulder as he stared up at the ceiling. His body hummed with satisfaction even as his mind was restless.
'I just wanted you to know that I think you're a really good friend.'
His father's words echoed in his mind.
Yeah, right…
A/N: Eek! Things just got a lot more complicated! Lol I can't believe this story is already at 10 chapters! Thank you so so much for reading and for those who leave sweet comments! It always brightens my day to get to read your thoughts and reactions to this story! I really hope you guys liked this chapter, I look forward to hearing what you think!
