A steaming hot shower always helped to soothe his muscles after practice, but as Boruto lathered himself with a masculine pine-scented soap, he couldn't help his mind from wandering to the one person who had been living in his mind rent-free these days.

His eyes fell closed as memories of Sarada bent over in that very shower, begging to be spanked as he pounded into her tight core filled his mind.

His hand slipped down his stomach, tempted to stroke his hardening length as his brain provided him images of her peeking at him over her shoulder with dark, naughty eyes. The sounds of her heavy breath and the way she moaned about how much she loved his cock.

Blue eyes popped open, what the fuck was he doing jerking off to the memory when he could probably get the real thing?!

Boruto quickly rinsed off his body and hopped out of the shower, dressing himself in a pair of sweatpants and a pink t-shirt.

He had been surprised how easy it was to resume his relationship with Sarada as it had been. Teasing each other, flirting during practice, and sleepovers where they didn't get much sleep.

It wasn't easy, however, to hide his newly discovered feelings for her. Now that Boruto had acknowledged them, it was the only thing he could think about when they were together.

Sarada had always impressed him with her talent and wit, but now it felt like he was blown away by every little thing she did or said. He caught himself staring at her way more than could be considered normal and his heart fluttered whenever she smiled in his direction.

Boruto often felt the urge to blurt his feelings just to put them out in the open, but this nagging fear of rejection in the back of his mind always kept him quiet.

He glanced at the clock as he ran a towel over his damp hair. It was early evening. Sarada wasn't planning on coming over, but he dialed her number anyway, wracking his brain for an excuse to get her to his apartment.

"What's up?" she answered and Boruto unknowingly smiled at the sound of her voice.

"Nothing much, what's up with you?"

He was stalling, still trying to come up with a convincing reason for Sarada to drop what she was doing to come over.

"Nothing… did you need something?"

"Yeah, I need you to come over right away," he told her.

"Wait, why? Is something wrong?!" she asked and he had to repress a chuckle at the sudden urgency in her voice.

"Yeah, I think I sprained my ankle at practice today," he lied. "I need you to come take care of me."

"What the fuck!? Boruto!" Sarada's voice grew in volume as he heard the faint sounds of her rushing around and grabbing things. "The Grand Prix is right around the corner! How could you be so reckless?!"

"I'm sorry—" he began, but she cut him off.

"Are you icing it?! Can you stand?! Is there bruising? What did the trainer say?!" Sarada fired off half a dozen questions about his current condition without even taking a breath, and he decided maybe that wasn't a very good excuse.

It may get her there, but he would certainly be in for an earful once she discovered his ankles were perfectly fine.

"Sarada! Calm down," he laughed. "I'm sorry, that was a lie."

"Huh?!"

"My ankle isn't sprained, I just want you to come over," Boruto confessed and Sarada sighed in relief.

"You are so annoying," she quipped. He could practically feel her rolling her eyes through the phone.

"Not untrue," he chuckled. "But you'll come over anyway?"

"No! Not after all that!"

"Oh c'mon! I said I was sorry! Why don't you just come over… I could make it up to you," Boruto purred suggestively.

"No," Sarada huffed.

"You'll come over for a sprained ankle, but you won't come to cure my loneliness?" he pouted. "We can do everything just how you like tonight. Hell, I'll even let you tie me up if you want! You seem like you'd be into that."

"What?! Quit saying stuff like that!"

He could just imagine her blushing from the suggestion. Boruto loved that he could still get her all flustered even after their numerous times in bed together.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't come over…" Sarada lowered her voice as if a touch embarrassed. "I'm on my period."

"Oh... I don't mind."

"Ew, what?"

"...or you can come over and we'll just hang out?" he proposed.

"You would really want to?" Sarada asked.

Boruto didn't like how surprised she sounded. Did she really believe he invited her over strictly for sex?

"Yes, come over. I'll see you in a little."


Sarada didn't knock when she arrived at Boruto's apartment, instead, she just let herself in. He had given her a key, which surprised her because it felt like something only people in relationships did, but he justified it by claiming it was for convenience.

Then again that's what he said when he bought the brand of shampoo she liked to keep in his shower for her, too. "You shower here all the time," he had argued.

He offered to buy her a girly body wash too, but she politely refused, her cheeks growing red as she confessed that she actually enjoyed smelling like him.

That little secret seemed to make Boruto happy.

Slowly but surely, he began doing more things for her in the name of convenience. Like when a little red toothbrush appeared one night next to his or when he cleaned out the nightstand on "her side" and invited her to leave her belongings at his apartment.

It was rather considerate of him and she appreciated the gestures, but Sarada didn't want to believe it was inherently romantic. If anything he was probably just trying to remove any barriers between him and getting laid.

Sarada had to actively tell herself not to read into his actions, regardless of how sweet or thoughtful.

It had hurt so much when she had walked in on him kissing Sumire because it was a cruel reminder that she wasn't anything special to him. So afterward, Sarada felt like she had to tell Boruto that she didn't care so that he would think they were on the same page.

But mostly she said it in order to put some distance between them. She needed to protect her heart because she knew Boruto wasn't the kind of guy who was interested in pursuing a serious romantic relationship.

Hell, he probably wasn't even capable of one.

"Hey," Sarada called as she closed the front door and kicked off her shoes.

"Hey," Boruto greeted, approaching her in the entryway. His lips pressed against hers in a brief hello, but his hands remained on her waist even as he pulled away.

Those impossibly blue eyes observed her for a moment, their scrutiny suddenly making her nervous. "I'm so happy you're here," Boruto said softly.

"Me too." Sarada gave him a small smile as unexpected butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

She rarely ever felt insecure when she was with Boruto, the things he said and the way he made her feel was always rather reassuring.

If anything she felt most insecure when they were apart, and she couldn't help but wonder if that was exactly how Sumire had felt. Constantly charmed in his presence and completely ignorant to his dalliances with other women.

But Boruto said there was no one else and Sarada wanted to believe him, so she pushed those bothersome thoughts to the back of her mind.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Boruto asked as he finally released her and padded over to the kitchen. "I have an unopened bottle of merlot?"

"That works," Sarada replied as she made herself comfortable on his couch.

He walked over a few moments later, a glass of red wine in each hand. When he set hers down on the coffee table, Sarada noticed a box of fancy chocolates.

"Did someone give this to you?" she chuckled as she picked up the unopened box. "One of your many admirers, I presume."

"Shut up," Boruto laughed before taking a sip of his drink. Dark eyes scanned the back of the box to check out the flavors inside. "Maybe I bought them for you."

Her gaze flickered up to Boruto as he took another sip of his drink and shyly looked away.

"For me? Why?!" She couldn't help but laugh.

It wasn't like Boruto hadn't bought her plenty of iced coffees and Thunder Burgers, but it was humorous because a box of chocolates felt so completely random.

He ripped the box from her hand and hugged it protectively against his chest. "If you don't want them, then I'll eat them!"

Boruto set down his wine and began tearing off the clear plastic wrapping as an amused Sarada watched on. "I didn't say I didn't want them!"

But despite her declaration, Boruto popped a chocolate into his mouth, and then another, and another.

And she quickly understood his objective.

"Wait! Don't eat them all!" Sarada jumped on him and grabbed onto the box, trying to separate him and the chocolate.

"You didn't appreciate them!" he said with his mouth full.

"At least save me a caramel one!" she slapped his hand away from grabbing another, but it only made him tug on the box harder.

So Sarada did the only thing she could think of and started shoving chocolates in her own mouth like a madwoman.

Suddenly Boruto let go of the box, and she rolled back, dumping the remaining treats on herself. He used his now free hand to cover his mouth as he laughed and chewed on the several chocolates he had been chipmunking in his cheeks.

"Did I really look that insane doing that?!" he snickered as Sarada picked up the chocolates she spilled on herself and the couch.

She gave Boruto a pointed look as she swallowed her chocolates (somehow none of them being caramel). "Yes! You psycho!" she laughed before taking a gulp of wine to wash it all down.

Sarada shook her head as their amused giggles faded, still trying to figure out why he would get her such a random gift.

But then it occurred to her that the gift wasn't random at all.

"Did… did you buy me chocolate, because you think that's what girls want when they are on their period?"

"I don't know…" Boruto blushed and averted his gaze. "Maybe."

A smile tugged at her lips, as she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, you are very sweet."

"You're sweet," he smirked. Before she could sit back, Boruto captured her in his arms, pulling her close and making her settle against him.

Sarada couldn't help but smile as she tucked herself under his arm, inhaling his soothing scent as he turned on a movie for them to watch.

She was actually surprised when she learned how much Boruto loved snuggling. He always wanted to wrap her in his embrace after they had sex just to enjoy the feeling of their naked skin touching as they came down from their post-coital high.

She wondered if he knew that he snuggled her in his sleep, too. Always trying to hold her tight against his broad chest. He practically radiated heat, so she allowed it.

For the warmth, of course.

Her attention drifted away from the movie as Boruto's fingers gently skated over her arm, inspiring pleasant goosebumps on her skin.

A lot of his affection felt like a prelude to sex, but he was still being so sweet even when she said sex was off the table.

Then again, maybe he was hoping she would do something for him.

Sarada nuzzled his neck and placing soft pecks that slowly evolved into sensual open-mouth kisses against his heated skin. He exhaled a needy little sigh as she nipped at his racing pulse. Boruto turned toward her, brushing his lips against hers in a tentative kiss.

Her fingers dove into his blonde hair, pulling him close to press her hungry lips firmly against his. Boruto was quick to respond with equal fervor.

His hands wandered over her body, groping her curves along the way. A breathless little moan fell from Sarada's lips as he palmed her sensitive breasts, gently squeezing them and making her squirm.

Boruto took advantage of her parted lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth. His kiss tasted like earthy red wine but sweetened by a hint of chocolate.

Their movie was soon completely forgotten.

Sarada's attention was consumed by the feeling of his hot tongue slipping against hers, stoking her desire and filling her mind with naughty thoughts.

A soft groan rumbled in his chest as she palmed his hardening member through his sweatpants, sliding her hand up and down.

"I thought you didn't want to," he breathed, even as he rocked his hips against her massaging hand.

"I could still take care of you though," Sarada whispered, giving his manhood a firm squeeze that made Boruto shudder. "Would you like that?"

"Yeah," he nodded, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I really would."

She knew he wouldn't refuse her advances, which in the back of her mind seemed to prove to Sarada that his sweetness could be dismissed as a hope for a sexual favor.

She slipped off the couch and kneeled down in the space between his spread knees as Boruto eagerly pulled down his pants to free his aching erection.

The way her dark eyes looked up at him as she wet her lips made his breathing grow shallow. With a hand wrapped around his length, Sarada guided him to her mouth, only to give him a soft flick of her tongue.

His cock twitched in anticipation as Boruto waited with bated breath for more, but was only given another little lick. Blue eyes blinked at her soon realizing what was happening.

"No teasing!" he whined with a petulant pout.

Sarada's gaze flickered up to observe his tortured expression as her lips neared his manhood, ready to take him fully in her mouth, but then just gave his tip a gentle kiss instead.

His body shook with a frustrated little tantrum.

"When you lied about your sprained ankle is this the kind of care you hoped I'd come give you?" she breathed, a teasing smirk on her lips.

"Mmm, please," Boruto begged, the soft stroke of her hand only just enough to keep him hoping for more.

Thankfully, she put him out of his misery.

He tossed his head back, exhaling a soft groan, as she slowly dragged her hot tongue up his length. When his dick finally sunk into the blissful wet heat of her mouth he had to hold himself back or risk coming too soon.

Boruto watched with rapt attention as Sarada slobbered all over his stiff cock in the best way possible. His fists clenched and his heart beat faster with each swirl of her skilled tongue. Her slick hand worked in tandem with her mouth, bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.

Dark naughty eyes glanced up at him before her hand gave his balls a firm squeeze that sent a jolt of pleasure through his dick. "Fuck~" he sighed.

Boruto was practically drunk on the dirty sound of Sarada moaning around his cock as he slipped down her tight throat like she got so fucking horny just from sucking his dick.

His half-lidded eyes were tempted to fall closed, to succumb to the overwhelming sensation, but he was committed to watching Sarada worship his cock with her enthusiastic tongue.

His fingers threaded through her dark hair, gripping it tight as her lips continued to slide up and down his firm length. His lust clouded blue gaze was fixated on the view of her taking him deeper into her wet mouth.

Boruto bit back a moan that threatened his lips as he noticed Sarada spread her knees a little wider before her free hand slipped between her own thighs.

He couldn't see, but he knew she was touching herself by the way her eyes fluttered closed and her moaning grew louder.

His hips instinctively jumped, beyond turned on by her little display. But even as she gagged on his thick cock, her pace didn't falter, too consumed by the task of pleasuring both of them.

"You get wet from sucking cock, Sarada?" he husked, smoldering blue eyes staring down at her.

He watched as she let his slick manhood fall from her swollen lips, spit dribbling down her chin. One hand still stroked his stiff member, while the other played with her clit.

Sarada's breath was heavy and her dark eyes were clouded as she looked up to meet his heated gaze.

"Only yours," she replied in a sultry whisper, before giving his cock a sloppy, wet kiss.

"Oh my god," he groaned between clenched teeth, the pressure mounting in his core was growing unbearable.

Sarada talking dirty to him was his favorite and he knew she knew that.

"Are you gonna come for me, Boruto?" she breathed, a naughty gleam in her stormy dark eyes. "Are you gonna come in my mouth?"

"Fuck. Yes. Please," he managed to utter before his response was interrupted by an involuntary moan. The moment she slid his throbbing cock back into her hot mouth his brain turned into mush.

Her wet tongue lapped at his hardened length, stroking him at the perfect pace. It wasn't long before he couldn't take it anymore and the pressure building in his cock burst with a euphoric orgasm.

Boruto groaned, his grip on her hair unconsciously tightening as she continued sucking his dick even as his release spilled down her throat.

He was practically light-headed as he whined, "Fuck, Sarada!"

Her body tensed and shuddered as she swallowed down his salty cum. Her fingers continued to massage her sensitive clit in quick circles until she too climaxed, moaning unintelligible curses around his slick cock.

With a harsh exhale, Boruto relaxed against the back of the couch, his body humming pleasantly.

A lazy smile spread across his lips as he looked down at Sarada, seated on the floor between his spread legs. She was flushed and panting as she wiped her lips on the back of her hand. "I think you like talking dirty as much as I do," he sighed.

"I just say what you want to hear," she defended, but the way her ears turned pink told him that wasn't the whole truth.

Boruto tucked himself back in his pants and pulled Sarada up on the couch to straddle his lap. She rested her hands on his shoulders, averting her gaze in a futile attempt at nonchalance.

"What I really want to hear is all your dirtiest desires," he purred against her neck, before giving her a few soft kisses that made her shiver. "I want to hear how I can make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Sarada raised her brow at that and Boruto just chuckled.

"Is that really so shocking?" he asked as his hands slid up her thighs to grope her round bottom. "Sarada, you are so fucking sexy, I could never get my fill."

She was surprised because in the back of her mind she always thought about Boruto having more experience than her and that she would be hard-pressed to ever measure up to his previous sexual exploits.

"You just sucked the life out of my dick, but I could probably still get hard if you told me right now that you wanted me to fuck your bloody pus—."

"Ew! Stop saying that, it's gross!" Sarada whined, covering her blushing face with her hands. But Boruto just snickered at her embarrassment.

"I'm just saying that I would be willing to do anything your naughty little heart desires. Plus, period sex is really not that out there."

His hands slid over her waist as Sarada ruminated over an idea that her mind instinctively told her was disgusting.

"I can tell your body is more sensitive right now..." Boruto rasped, his blue eyes full of salacious intent.

Sarada exhaled a breathless whimper as his hands captured her tender mounds and gave them a few gentle squeezes.

"I wonder what kind of fun we could have exploring where else you're sensitive. Mmm, I'm getting turned on just imagining the way you'll moan my name from the heightened pleasure." He spoke in a low, husky whisper as his fingers softly traced her hardening nipples through her shirt. The combination made her core throb with need.

Fuck, he always knew exactly what to say and do to make her want him. She couldn't help but grind her hips against his, itching for some relief.

Sarada nervously bit her bottom lip, "have you done it before?"

"Well, no," he shrugged. "But I haven't had a girlfriend before."

An unexpected awkward silence stretched between them before he realized that what he just said might imply that he considers her his girlfriend, or at least the equivalent.

"... or like a long term partner, I mean!" Boruto added, hoping his voice didn't betray his sudden nerves. "You know me, I keep it casual!"

"Right," Sarada nodded. "Of course, I knew that's what you meant."

The way her body visibly relaxed reminded him that Sarada was completely uninterested in the idea of being his girlfriend. A sinking feeling weighed heavily in his gut.

"Maybe another time..." she muttered, slipping off his lap onto the couch beside him and pretending the movie was suddenly interesting again.


eek! I am looking forward to your frustrated comments about how these two are dummies! haha thank you so much for reading, I would really love to hear your thoughts in the comments!

Also, I feel like the smut I've been writing has been getting progressively dirtier lol hope you don't mind!