Sarada inhaled a deep breath as she stood outside the door of Boruto's apartment. What the fuck was she thinking proposing some sex arrangement?!
And then Boruto went and so casually accepted! Sarada couldn't tell if he bought the bullshit explanation her brain supplied as an excuse to have more sex with him or if he, too, was just interested in sleeping with her again.
Sarada supposed that despite which was true, neither answer was enough to quell the nervousness that overwhelmed her after he had agreed. Hence the six pack of liquid courage she was holding.
With another breath, she steeled herself and knocked on his door. Boruto answered only a few moments later, an easy smile on his lips. "What's up?"
"I brought beer," Sarada blurted, holding up her six pack instead of properly greeting him like a normal person.
"Cool," he replied, his smile seeming to fight back a laugh as he grabbed the beer from her and turned back inside.
He was dressed in loungewear, looking as laidback as ever. How could he be so casual when they were about to have sex again!?
Did he really think sex was no big deal?! Is that why he so easily accepted her offer? Did he accept every girl's offer of sex!?
Oh no. She was spiraling.
Dark eyes darted around his apartment. Sarada had been there before and yet this time felt so much more nerve wracking as her mind wondered where they were going to do it.
His bed? The couch?! She spotted him walking into the kitchen and her eyes bugged out. He likes doing it in the kitchen!?
Boruto fished through one of his kitchen drawers, pulling out a bottle opener, and opened a beer for each of them.
Oh right… he went into the kitchen to open the beer she handed him just five seconds ago…
'You need to calm down,' Sarada repeated in her mind like a mantra as she accepted the offered bottle. Boruto went to take a sip of his, but paused to watch with a raised brow as Sarada chugged down her drink in one go.
She sighed as she set the empty bottle down on the counter and asked, "can I have another?"
"Okay, you're gonna hurt my feelings if you think you need to be drunk in order to have sex with me," Boruto laughed, offering her the drink in his hand.
"Oh sorry... it's not really about you, trust me, you're fine… more than fine. It's me..." Sarada rambled. "I just… I guess… I don't know, I'm a little nervous."
"Sarada, it's cool," he chuckled. "We don't have to have to do this if you don't want to."
"I said I was nervous, not that I don't want to. What makes you think I don't want to?"
"You're pacing," Boruto pointed out.
Sarada froze. Alright, so maybe she was more nervous than she thought. "I'm not pacing," she lied awkwardly. "I'm just warming up."
"Oh okay," Boruto laughed, leaning against the counter and looking thoroughly entertained by her uncharacteristically spastic behavior.
Sarada decided it was the anticipation that was making her so frazzled, so the best solution would be to just dive right in. With renewed determination, she marched into his bedroom and beckoned for him to follow.
Sarada stood there next to his rather large bed, glancing between it and Boruto. How the fuck had she mustered the confidence to initiate things the first time?!
"Alright, so how do you want to do this?" she asked.
Boruto just watched her, blue eyes glittering with amusement. His arms were crossed over his broad chest as he leaned a shoulder against the doorframe.
"Sarada..." he began, and she stopped staring at his bed to look at him. "Be honest with me. How many sex partners have you had? ...A ballpark is fine."
"Umm…" her eyes darted around the room for an answer he would deem appropriate, and his smile immediately fell.
"You're kidding…" He had just been joking that time he called her a virgin.
Sarada's eyes widened with realization of how he interpreted her silence.
"You didn't deflower me!" she scoffed and Boruto visibly relaxed. He ran a hand over his face, as he snickered at her choice of words. "I just… it's just been awhile and I assume I'm less experienced than you and… I don't know," she sighed with a shake of her head, too embarrassed to admit she didn't want to disappoint him.
"I'm sorry, you don't have to answer," Boruto said as he crossed the room towards her. "And you don't have to be nervous, it's just me."
"Just you?"
"Just me," he repeated, his tone soft as his hand came up to cradle her cheek, tilting her head back to meet his blue gaze. "You trust me at our real practice, don't you?"
"This is real practice," Sarada replied, confused by how breathless she sounded. She could feel her heart beating faster as the distance between them closed.
"Oh right, right," he smirked, his breath ghosting over her lips.
Overwhelmed by a magnetism she was too weak to resist, Sarada leaned forward, shifting her weight to her toes as she pressed up to meet him.
This kiss was much more tender and patient than their first. His warm hands kept her steady. One held her firmly engaged in their kiss while the other slipped under her sweater to rest on her bare hip. His thumb softly stroked her skin, inspiring pleasant little tingles that radiated throughout her body.
With every gentle caress of his lips, Sarada could feel Boruto trying to soothe her. Trying to help her feel more comfortable.
She was surprised to discover how effective it was. Slowly, but surely, all of Sarada's nervous feelings faded to the background until all she could think about was feeling more, tasting more, having more of him.
Her tongue slipped over the seam of his lips in a silent request, and he was quick to accept and deepen their kiss. Sarada clutched the front of his shirt, anchoring herself in that moment.
As their kiss evolved into something more passionate, his hands began to wander, groping her curves along the way. His hand at her cheek, dove into her dark tresses, grasping the hair at her nape to keep her locked in their kiss.
His other hand slipped into the back of her leggings, simultaneously squeezing her ass as he pressed her hips flush against his own. But then, Boruto pulled away upon an interesting discovery.
Sarada's eyes fluttered open to find Boruto searching her face, an inquisitive eyebrow raised and an amused smirk on his lips.
"You're not wearing underwear?" he rasped. He phrased it like a question, but obviously, he knew the answer, what with his hand down her pants.
"Oh, um…" Sarada blushed.
"Do you usually not wear any?"
His hands had stilled to ask his questions, and yet the sultry tone of his voice had heat pooling between her legs. Boruto was obviously turned on by the idea that she went without.
She realized she had two options, play into this fantasy that was clearly brewing behind those lust clouded blue eyes or she could tell the truth.
"I usually do, I… I just didn't tonight, since I was coming over."
Sarada almost expected him to be disappointed that she wasn't some little minx, secretly walking around pantyless all the time. But his smirk grew, ever so slightly, like he was still rather pleased with that answer.
He leaned in close again, his overwhelming warmth making her mind foggy with desire. His lips ghosted over her ear as he whispered, "so you didn't wear any panties for me?"
Her breath hitched as she felt the hand in her pants slide over her hip. Her heart beat faster the closer he got to her center. She hadn't realized until that moment how desperately she wanted him to touch her.
"I was just trying to be practical," Sarada confessed in a breathless whisper.
"I see," Boruto softly laughed. Her head tilted to the side as he placed a soft, wet kiss against her racing pulse. "Well, it sure is practical for me."
Sarada inhaled a shuddering gasp, her hands tightened their grip on his shirt as one thick finger slipped between her damp folds and stroked her aching slit.
"Why are you so wet, Sarada?" he breathed against her neck. Pleasant shivers shot down her spine as she instinctively bucked against his hand.
"I don't know," she whimpered as he traced around her clit with his slick finger.
"Are you wet for me, Sarada?"
She wasn't sure if it was the way Boruto practically purred her name or how he teased her entrance with his gentle ministrations that made her brain turn to mush, but Sarada found herself nodding, eyes unable to stay open.
"Hm?"
"Yeah… for you," she mewled shamelessly.
She was rewarded for her confession with a second finger joining the first before they dove inside her tight warmth.
Boruto reengaged their kiss with fervor, his tongue invading her mouth as his fingers pumped in and out of her wet clutch. He swallowed every moan and every sigh that attempted to escape her lips.
Sarada felt her legs quivering and her core tightening as she slowly climbed toward her blissful peak. Her hips rocked against his hand of their own volition.
His fingers felt so good. The way he massaged her clit, the way he stroked her walls, stretching her entrance more than her own petite fingers ever could.
But the way their tongues tangled together stoked her desire and made her greedy. Sarada wanted more of him. The memory, still so fresh, of the way he filled her with his hard cock.
"I want you inside me," she breathed against his lips without thinking.
Sarada let out a sad whimper when she felt his hand slip out of her pants, leaving her wanting. For a moment, she feared she said something wrong but his hands started pulling her pants down to remove them.
She let go of his shirt, finding it wrinkled from where she had tightly grasped. She only had a moment to notice his tented sweatpants before he dropped trou and his proud erection sprung free. A pang of pride and relief invaded Sarada's chest with the knowledge that he was just as aroused and eager as she.
Boruto carelessly kicked off his pants as his hands tugged at the hem of her sweater, lifting it over her head. Both began undressing in a frenzy. Sarada slipped off her bra and let it fall to the ground with the rest of their forgotten clothing.
His hands were all over her, eliciting sweet sighs against his lips as he kissed her deeply.
"So how do you want to do this?" he parroted her words from earlier. The smirk on his lips told her he was trying to tease her, but her lust clouded mind couldn't be bothered to care while his kisses were trailing down her chest
"I want you to lay down," she sighed as his tongue flicked over her nipple, making it hard, while his fingers tweaked the other.
Blue eyes looked up at her with a raised brow like he was intrigued by her choice. "I can do that," he mumbled against her bare skin before giving her mounds a few more kisses.
Boruto laid back on the center of his big bed, completely comfortable in the way he presented his nakedness to her. His gaze was fixed on Sarada as she tentatively crawled toward him, but her eyes seemed to be more interested in his manhood.
Her dark gaze flickered to his face then back down. "Umm… may I?
"May you what? Touch my dick?" he laughed, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair. "Yes. Please. It's what I took my clothes off for."
Boruto couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the way Sarada pouted, he just could never resist teasing her.
He inhaled a sharp breath as her hand wrapped around his stiff member and began stroking it up and down in a torturously slow rhythm.
"You stopped laughing," Sarada hummed as she lowered herself close to him, her hand never ceasing its ministrations even as her mouth neared.
She maintained heated eye contact with him. The feeling of her warm breath made his cock twitch in anticipation. Sarada felt emboldened by the control he gave her, by the way he watched her with smoldering blue eyes.
A low groan rumbled in his chest as her wet tongue trailed up his length. Her pouty lips closed around the tip with a brief kiss that had his heart racing.
"What? Am I not funny anymore?" Sarada teased with a playful smirk of her own.
Boruto bit his lip, staring up at the ceiling as he shook his head. He wasn't used to her sassing him back like this.
"Fuck," he sighed. The ecstasy of being engulfed in the wet heat of Sarada's mouth made his eyes roll back. Her tongue lapped at his firm length as she bobbed up and down, taking him deeper each time.
One of his hands fisted the sheets below him, the other held back her raven hair so as to not obstruct the sinful view of his cock disappearing down her throat.
Sarada could hear his breathing grow more ragged and felt his body tense as he neared his peak. She had to resist the small smile that tugged at her lips when she decided to torture him a little and pulled away to leave him on the edge.
Boruto whined at the loss of her warmth, but her hand continued to pump his slick member as she sat up. His hazy, half-lidded gaze was fixed on her swollen, pink lips as she climbed on top of him.
He was beyond turned on as Sarada led his stiff manhood to her entrance, tracing over her wet folds and making herself sigh. His hands slid up her trembling thighs as she rubbed her sensitive clit with the head of his cock.
Boruto wasn't sure if she was teasing him or herself, but either way, he was growing more impatient, desperate to be buried in her tight warmth.
His fingers sunk into the plump flesh of her bottom as she slowly lowered herself down. The pleasant stretch making her moan with each inch of him that disappeared inside her.
A harsh exhale escaped Boruto's lips as her hips settled against his. The feeling of being sheathed inside her wet clutch had his skin hot and tingling. The feeling of her consumed his thoughts and had his mind foggy with desire.
Sarada planted her hands on his broad chest. Her hips swiveled against his, adjusting to his intrusion and making him groan with the way her tight walls squeezed his length.
She lifted herself and dropped back down against him again and again, setting an arduous pace. Every sweet sigh, every needy whimper that fell from her lips was like music to his ears.
His hands groped her ass as he pulled her hips down harder. Lusty blue eyes watched her perky tits bounce and her brow furrow in pleasure.
Boruto rocked his hips up to meet her, hitting her so deep that her pace faltered. A wanton moan tore from her throat as her nails dug into his muscled pecs.
Her dark eyes fell closed, lost in the pleasure of riding his thick cock. Soft praises and murmured curses fell from her lips with each thrust.
"Ooh! Ooh~" Sarada cried, her back arching as his thumb massaged her clit. The delicious pressure in her core was mounting with each stroke until she burst. Her tight walls fluttered around his length and bathed him in her release. Her body throbbed pleasantly as Sarada practically collapsed on top of him, drained from her powerful orgasm.
Boruto held her tight, pressing their bare bodies against each other. Their hearts pounding and their breath heavy.
She kissed his neck, sucking and nipping at his racing pulse. His hips were grinding against hers as he chased his own release with a deep groan.
They laid there for several quiet minutes as they soaked in their post-coital glow. Sarada remained laying on top of him, her sweat-slicked chest against his. Boruto softly traced patterns on her back with his fingertips, his eyes closed as his breath returned to normal.
"I'm going to get off of you now."
"Alright," he chuckled softly at her announcement as she rolled onto the bed beside him.
"So, umm," Sarada began after a moment, an apparent nervousness in her tone. "Was that, like, okay for you?"
Boruto blinked open his eyes to find Sarada sitting up and staring at the far wall, her hands anxiously patting down her sex tousled hair.
He exhaled a sigh, regretting giving Sarada the opportunity to overthink and allow her insecurities to sneak in. Boruto sat up to face her and she met his gaze with a furrow in her brow.
"I thought the point of doing this was so that we could be more comfortable with each other..." he said, reaching out to brush a few stray locks behind her ear. The gentle touch soothed her more than she could explain. "I don't want you to be nervous or feel unsure around me."
"But —" he silenced her with a sudden kiss.
"It was good for me. Great for me. You're fantastic, okay?" Boruto whispered against her lips, his forehead resting against hers. "Please don't doubt that."
If she needed affirmations, he could give that to her.
"You're fantastic," Sarada mumbled.
"I know," he smirked and then laughed at the way she scrunched her nose at his cocky reply. He pressed another kiss against her lips before he laid back down and made himself comfortable.
But then, instead of laying down with him like he expected, Sarada got up off the bed, leaning over to retrieve her pants off the ground. His brow furrowed as she began redressing.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Um, home?"
"It's late, just sleepover, we're meeting up at the ballet studio in like..." Boruto glanced over to the clock on his nightstand. "...six hours."
"Uh, I can't…" Sarada muttered. "You know I live with my parents, they'll ask questions if I never come home."
"Don't sleep here if you don't want to sleep here, but don't lie. Your dad is on a business trip and I know for a fact your mom works nights at the hospital."
Sarada stared at him, seemingly caught off guard that he knew that. Boruto rolled his eyes, but smiled, "don't act so surprised, I listen when you talk."
"Really? I was under the impression you only listened to enough words to figure out where you could throw in some lewd joke," she retorted, but he only laughed, happy to see the confident, sassy Sarada he recognized resurface.
"C'mon, stay the night." Boruto sat up and pulled her back toward the bed. She sighed when he captured her in his strong arms, his nose softly brushing against her neck as he whispered, "I'll make you breakfast in the morning."
"Oh, yeah? What can you make?" she asked as her eyes fluttered closed.
"I'll buy you breakfast in the morning," he corrected and she breathed a soft laugh as she melted against him, deciding there really wasn't any harm in staying the night. She would get more sleep that way too.
But after the first night she slept over, it happened again.
Then again and again, until it just became a habit that she would stay the night anytime her mom was at work.
Sarada convinced herself it was merely for convenience since they had their early morning practice session, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy waking up wrapped in his warm embrace or grabbing their coffee together.
A/N: Eek! I don't know why I can't help but try to inject some humor into my smut lol! But I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments!
