"Oh hey," Boruto greeted from the kitchen as Sarada walked into his apartment late one evening. He actually hadn't been expecting her, but he decided he could share the snack he had been fixing if she really wanted some. "Can I get you—?"
His question was cut off when Sarada grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him down into a searing kiss, her lips demanding his full attention.
Blue eyes fluttered closed as he surrendered to her without complaint. Boruto instinctively grabbed at her waist, pulling her body against his, as her tongue invaded his mouth.
At first, he had been caught off guard, Sarada was seldom so sexually aggressive, but this newfound spontaneity of hers was pretty fucking hot.
They stumbled backward and Boruto lifted her up to sit on the kitchen counter, positioning himself between her spread legs. "Sarada, what—?"
Again, he didn't have the chance to finish his question before her hungry lips were on his. Her fingers dove into his blonde hair, scratching at his scalp and making him groan with need.
Their tongues slipped against each other in a passionate dance that had his growing erection straining against his pants. Warm hands roved over her body, exploring her curves, as he swallowed each little sigh and breathy moan that escaped her lips. His late snack was forgotten in favor of something he craved much more.
Boruto peppered kisses along her jaw before nibbling softly on her earlobe. "Sarada," he began, his breathless whisper sending a shiver up her spine. "Not that I mind you just showing up and immediately sticking your tongue in my mouth," he chuckled before placing another soft kiss against her neck. "But what's going on?"
"Nothing," Sarada lightly shook her head, her eyes fluttered closed, concentrating on the feeling of his lips on her smooth skin. "I'm just a little stressed about the Grand Prix."
"Did you want to talk about it?"
"No, I didn't come over to talk," she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze. A faint blush dusted her cheeks. "I came over because... because I need you to fuck me."
Boruto raised a brow as an amused smirk tugged at his lips. "Oh, is that so?"
"Ugh, yes, okay!" she whined, her face heating even more. "I tried meditating, I tried doing yoga, but nothing is helping me relax enough to actually go to sleep. All these worst-case scenarios keep replaying in my mind, and so I need you to fuck me so that I'm so exhausted, I can't help but fall asleep!"
His hands slid up her thighs before grabbing her ass and pulling her to the edge of the counter. "I guess, I can do that," he replied as a teasing grin spread across his face. "But you can't just stroll into my house and take it, you have to ask nicely."
A mischievous look consumed her dark eyes, it was a small price to pay for what she knew he would deliver. Sarada pulled him forward by the front of his shirt, her lips ghosting over his ear.
"Please, Boruto," she moaned, her hot breath inspiring goosebumps on his skin. "I'm sorry I couldn't help myself, I just need your cock so bad. Please will you fuck me?"
He was already light-headed, what with all the blood in his brain suddenly rushing south, but her breathy little request had him practically dizzy with lust.
An aroused growl rumbled in his chest as his grip on her round bottom tightened. She knew how much he loved her whispering dirty things to him.
Boruto crashed his lips against hers, resuming their fervent kiss, as he pulled her off the counter. Sarada's legs wrapped around his waist and he blindly stumbled over to his bedroom.
He tossed her onto his unmade bed and stared down at her, a salacious idea swirling behind his hungry blue eyes.
"Take off your clothes," he commanded, the low, husky tone of his voice made her heart race.
Without thought, Sarada began shedding her clothes as he silently watched, her naked skin tingling from his attention. All the worries that were keeping her up faded to the background as she wondered what exactly Boruto had planned.
He maintained heated eye contact with her as he peeled off his own shirt, revealing those delicious muscles she so adored. His loose sweatpants did little to conceal his obvious arousal.
She was practically salivating, eager to have him buried inside her, but her brow furrowed when he didn't continue undressing. "Aren't… you going to take your pants off?"
"In a minute," he replied as he stepped toward a naked Sarada sitting on the edge of his bed. He offered her his hand and she stood up and took it, not quite sure what his intentions were.
Blue eyes darkened with lust as Boruto's gaze traced down her nude body. She gasped when he pushed her top half down onto the bed, his firm hand on her back keeping her pinned there.
Sarada inhaled a shuddering breath as his fingers gently skated over her bare bottom. Her body quivered with arousal and anticipation as she quickly figured out what he was going to do with her.
"Sarada," he hummed. She bit her lip to hold back a moan as his fingers skimmed dangerously close to her needy center.
Her breath hitched, startled when his palm forcefully smacked against her pale bottom, inspiring a sting of pleasant pain.
"Oh~" Sarada sighed.
"Only naughty girls beg for cock," he rasped, his fingers tracing over her pinkened flesh. Her hands fisted his bedsheets and her eyes clenched shut, waiting anxiously for another blow.
"Ahh~" she mewled as his hand slapped the same spot as before. It stung so bad and yet her womanhood throbbed, desperate for more.
"Are you a naughty girl, Sarada?" The growl in his voice sent a shiver straight to her aching core, she wanted so badly for him to touch her.
Sarada buried her face into his mattress as she nodded, an embarrassed and horny blush on her cheeks.
"Fuck~" Sarada let out a muffled cry as he struck her ass again, even harder than before. Only three slaps and her knees were already trembling.
"I'm a naughty girl," she whimpered.
"Oh, I know you are," Boruto murmured, amusement laced in his tone. Sarada inhaled a sharp gasp as she felt two fingers slide over her entrance, soaking his digits in her silky essence. "Only a naughty girl would get this wet from being spanked."
Her brow furrowed as her hips jumped, trying to get him to touch her where she so desperately needed. But he was teasing her, torturing her as he traced over her wet slit.
Sarada exhaled a breathless moan when his slick fingers massaged her sensitive clit in steady circles. Her body was already growing tense as the pressure in her core coiled tighter.
She felt his warm presence against the bare skin of her back, as Boruto leaned over to whisper in her ear. "But you're in luck because I love fucking naughty girls like you," he purred.
"Oh, oooh~" she cried as he slid his fingers in and out of her tight clutch. Her walls clenched around his intrusion, aching to be stretched more, yearning to be filled by his thick cock.
When his warmth disappeared, Sarada peeked over her shoulder with hazy eyes, her raven hair already disheveled. Her lips were parted and panting, ready to beg for more, but no words would come out the moment she met his lust clouded blue gaze.
Boruto stared into her eyes as he slowly licked her honey off his fingers. Sarada felt her core clench with jealousy.
"You're gonna sit on my face and I'm gonna lick that tasty little pussy of yours until you're fucking screaming," he declared in a low, husky voice.
Dark eyes widened as Sarada nodded, suddenly more breathless than before.
She could feel her heart pounding against her chest, her skin practically vibrating as Boruto laid down on the bed. She crawled over him and positioned her knees on either side of his head, her wet center hovering over his eager mouth.
"You're not going to like, suffocate, right?" she asked, but he just responded by grabbing her thighs and pulling her down to meet him.
"Boruto!" she whined as his hot tongue slipped between her damp folds without hesitation. Sarada steadied herself with one hand on the headboard, while the other threaded through his blonde hair.
Her eyes soon fell closed concentrating on the intoxicating feeling of her tight entrance clenching around his probing tongue. She couldn't help rocking hips as he lapped at her slit with fervor.
Her mind was so foggy with lust, she couldn't be bothered to filter the breathless curses and praises that spilled from her lips.
"Oh fuck, oh my god," Sarada whimpered, gripping his hair tighter as Boruto sucked on her needy clit with just the right amount of pressure. He didn't mind her rough treatment, in fact, he seemed encouraged by it.
Her body tensed and her breathing grew ragged as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive nub, the steady rhythm bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
A wanton moan tore from her throat as he relentlessly fucked her with his tongue. Sarada cried out his name as she climaxed, grinding against him to prolong her pleasure.
Her heart was racing as her hips jerked, trying to get away from his persistent mouth, but his fingertips dug into her trembling thighs, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
"Wait, Boruto! Stop, I—" Her protests were interrupted by a desperate cry as Boruto continued his assault on her oversensitive clit.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh my… god!" Sarada let out a strangled scream as the tension in her core coiled so painfully tight.
But when the pain exploded into a second, more powerful orgasm she was overwhelmed by waves of earth-shattering pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as a breathless moan escaped her lips.
Her core throbbed from the amazing release as Sarada collapsed onto the bed beside him, shivering from the pleasant tingles that radiated throughout her body.
Her eyes felt too heavy to open as she tried to calm her labored breath. It was as if all the energy had been zapped from her body.
But clearly, he wasn't done with her.
Sarada hardly noticed Boruto shifting in the bed until he was hovering over her. His knees pushing her legs wider.
She looked up at him with dazed half-lidded eyes. "That was too much," she murmured as his fingers lightly brushed her bangs out of her face.
"Then you should've screamed with the first one," Boruto replied with a devilish smirk.
Sarada's lips parted like she was going to respond, but only a sharp gasp came out as he rubbed her oversensitive clit with the head of his cock.
"Boruto~" Her desperate little whimper made him even more impatient. He loved the sound of his name on her lips.
He traced over her wet slit, bathing his manhood in her silky juices and making her body shudder.
"What do you need, Sarada?" he rasped.
"I need — oh fuck," she cried as he teased her tight entrance. "I need your cock… please~"
He wanted to torture her, to hear her beg even more, but he couldn't wait anymore. His dick was painfully hard from all her breathless dirty talk and the taste of her climaxing on his tongue.
"I'm gonna fuck you nice and slow," Boruto breathed against her mouth before smashing his lips against hers.
"Mmm, yes… yes… please~" she hummed between messy kisses.
Boruto exhaled a throaty groan as he slowly sunk into her tight core, the mind-numbing pleasure of being engulfed in her wet heat made him grip her waist tighter. When their hips met and he was buried fully inside her, he pulled out just as leisurely, eventually setting a steady pace.
Her nails bit into his shoulders as Sarada sighed with pleasure. Each slow drag of his thick cock was better than the last.
His mind was foggy, drunk on the feeling of her moist walls hugging his length and tempting him to come right then and there.
But he wanted to take his time, wanted to enjoy every inch of her delicious skin.
Sarada's eyes fell closed again as she tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to his hungry lips. Boruto kissed and sucked on her racing pulse, secretly excited to see the evidence of their activities on her pale skin the following day.
He loved teasing her about the numerous love bites he left on her after a long night of hot sex. She would blush as she tried to hide them, but not once had Sarada ever told him to stop giving them to her.
Boruto had a feeling it was because she liked them as much as he did.
His hips continued to grind against hers, filling her with his stiff cock again and again. Her fingers threaded through his blonde locks, scratching at the hairs at his nape as his lips trailed down her chest.
Sarada arched against him, crying his name as he flicked his hot tongue against her hardened nipples, giving both a soft bite that made her core clench tighter around him.
Each lusty moan that fell from Sarada's lips felt like a reward for his efforts. Boruto had never had a partner he was so desperate to please.
He realized it likely had to do with his ever-growing feelings for her, but he didn't have the mental capacity to really unpack that in the moment. All he knew for sure was that her pleasure was his pleasure.
And he wanted to hear her say how good he made her feel.
Boruto found his pace quickening as he plunged into her wet heat harder and deeper than before. He loved the way her moans grew louder and her hips rocked up to meet each punishing thrust.
"Ahh!~" she whined as her fingers clawed down his back. The stinging pain only made him more aroused. God, he loved how good she felt.
Boruto was soon exhausted from his arduous pace, but he felt like a man possessed with the way he continued to slam into her with animalistic fervor.
"Oh Boruto~" she mewled, her dark eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. "You feel so good… you fuck me.. so good~"
An amused smirk threatened his lips. He loved when she talked dirty to him.
"Yeah? You need this cock, don't you?"
Sarada bit her lip as she exhaled a few heavy breaths.
"Ohh god~" she moaned as he gave her a hard, deep thrust. "Yeah… oh, I need it… I love when you fuck me with your big fucking cock…"
His pace faltered as he buried his face against her neck.
The intimate eye contact. The vulgar praise. The intoxicating feeling of being squeezed so tight by her wet core.
It was too much.
He was on the verge of combustion.
"Fuck, I love you," Boruto groaned against her neck.
He felt her body go rigid beneath him and his eyes shot open when he finally realized what he just said.
Internally he was panicking, trying to figure out why the fuck he would say something like that and how best to play it off.
"I love your body," he added as he slid his hands up her sides. "You feel so good, you're so fucking hot."
He kept rambling, trying to bury those three little words in a mountain of breathless dirty talk. Eventually, Sarada relaxed and her hips resumed their steady rocking against him.
Boruto was relieved she seemed to have decided to ignore that completely idiotic slip of the tongue, but he still found himself working extra hard to blow her mind and, with any luck, wipe that from her memory.
Of course, he didn't mean he 'loved her' loved her.
How could he?! A guy like Boruto probably doesn't even know what that means…
Maybe he meant he loves having sex with her...
Or maybe he just throws those three little words around as casually as he does invitations to his bedroom…
Sarada hated that she couldn't help but wonder if he had ever told Sumire he loved her.
Boruto still never told her what happened between him and Sumire, but when she stopped showing up to his hockey practices, Sarada was left to assume they ended whatever thing they had together.
He must've known how much Sumire loved him, it was so obvious that even Sarada, herself, felt guilty knowing how heartbroken Sumire would be to learn that someone else was sleeping with the guy she had feelings for (and who gave every indication he felt the same).
But did Boruto?
Did he justify his actions by telling himself it didn't matter because Sumire wasn't his girlfriend? Or did he even care enough to justify it?
Sarada didn't know much beyond the obvious, which was that even while regularly sleeping with her, Boruto was still entertaining Sumire's affections. She knew the kind of guy he was when they first got involved, so it was almost embarrassing how shocked she was by that fact when she probably should've expected it.
But because she didn't see it, she could pretend it wasn't happening.
When Sarada found him so intimately kissing Sumire, his hands all over her, all she could think about was what would've happened if they hadn't been interrupted. Sarada knew from personal experience how quickly things could escalate after being kissed by Boruto.
But even knowing he had never slept with Sumire, didn't prevent the worst parts of herself from wondering who he liked better. Whose kiss did he prefer? Whose body did he crave most? Who did he really want?
Sarada found herself in a precarious position because she didn't want to seem too eager for his attention (like so many other girls she'd seen) but at the same time, her jealous heart told her that his affection was a competition she needed to win.
She wanted to be the one he wanted most.
She felt so ugly for every mean thought she had about Sumire. She was a genuinely nice girl, but Sarada constantly told herself that Sumire was pitiful for how much she fawned over Boruto or totally naive for not realizing that he had been sleeping with someone else.
But then Sarada couldn't help but question if she was just as naive to believe him when he said that there was no one else?
Had he told Sumire the same thing? That she was the only one…
Since that incident at the Kumo game, Sarada wondered more than ever what Boruto was doing when she wasn't around. Where was he? What was he thinking about? Who was he texting?
Even with Sumire seemingly out of the picture, she couldn't shake the idea that she was still competing for his affection. So she tried so hard to be the girl that was totally cool with the open and casual sexual relationship he wanted.
It was unhealthy and a little pathetic, but knowing that didn't stop her from seeking his validation.
Sarada had never cared so much about a man's opinion, except for maybe Kagura. She had never had a physical or romantic relationship with Kagura, but the way she constantly yearned for his approval of her figure skating ability was the only thing she could liken it to.
Even though she knew Boruto would never be interested in a real relationship with her, she wanted (more than she was willing to admit) for him to choose her, to prefer her over any other girl. But when he uttered those three little words while they were in bed together, she froze up because she didn't even know how to react.
That was what she wanted, right?
For him to love her?
Sarada understood that her feelings for Boruto had always been oddly contradictory, but these days the cognitive dissonance was making her head spin. She craved his love while simultaneously telling herself that she wasn't allowed to love him back.
She was so scared to be vulnerable, so scared to give Boruto the power to actually hurt her.
Putting her faith in him as her figure skating partner was already a huge commitment, but to give him her heart, too? If he ever left, she would be crushed ten times more than when Kagura humiliated her at their first Grand Prix.
Their relationship had to exist in a space that wasn't serious because Boruto was much too careless with the love he was given.
He had let go of Sumire for her, but who was to say he wouldn't drop her for the next interesting girl that popped into his life?
She always had to remind herself that that was a possibility, hell, maybe even an inevitability. If she didn't want her heart to be crushed when it happened, she couldn't let herself love him.
Boruto was chatting with Shikadai as they walked into a popular coffee shop near the university's campus. Sure, he saw him almost every day at hockey practice, but Boruto felt like it had been a while since he had hung out with his best friend.
The pair approached the counter and ordered their drinks before finding a booth near the back to relax and catch up.
They talked about hockey and which classes were kicking their ass, and just when the subject was about to turn to girls, a server with a bright smile approached them, two steaming hot mugs on her tray. She set down Shikadai's drink in front of him, then Boruto's.
"A little something extra for you, handsome," the server whispered to Boruto with a wink before slipping him a napkin with her phone number on it.
"Thanks," he replied with a cool smile even though he was kind of hoping for a biscotti.
He uncaringly dropped the napkin on the table and looked back to his friend to resume their previous conversation.
Shikadai's gaze flickered between the napkin, Boruto, and the rather attractive barista's retreating form surprised his friend didn't seem interested. "What's up with you?"
"I don't know what you mean," he shrugged and blew on his latte before taking a sip.
Teal eyes narrowed, assessing him. "You know what I mean."
"Fine," Boruto huffed and glanced off to the side. "I know this might come as a surprise, but I've been sleeping with Sarada."
"I'm not even a little bit surprised by that," Shikadai chuckled.
"Okay!" he sighed with exasperation. "But I also accidentally blurted 'I love you' in bed last night."
At that Shikadai raised a brow. "The L word? I didn't realize that was even in your vocabulary."
Boruto covered his embarrassed face in his hands.
"What happened to the Boruto that had a new girl for every day of the week? Is it the figure skating that made you so soft?"
"Ha Ha." Boruto laughed dryly.
"Okay but really, did you mean it or was it like one of those 'I-love-having-sex-with-you' I love yous?"
Boruto hesitated a moment trying to convince himself that he just loved getting laid. "I meant it," he admitted in a defeated whisper.
"RIP, my guy," Shikadai chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. "Being in love is such a drag."
As much as he wanted to pretend it never happened, Boruto knew he was going to have to talk to Sarada about those three little words that spilled from his lips while they were having sex.
He considered blaming it on his foggy brain being caught up in throes of passion, that he didn't even realize what he was saying, but Boruto worried that if he distanced himself too much from those words, then she might get the impression he didn't like her at all.
Which was definitely not true.
He knew he had to walk it back to some extent though because the way her body tensed after he said it made it pretty clear she was not ready for such a serious declaration.
Boruto tried to brainstorm something he could tell Sarada that would convey his feelings for her without being so honest that he scared her away. But his mind seemed to go blank the moment he entered the ice complex for practice that afternoon.
Sarada smiled at him as he sat down on the rink-side bleachers beside her and pulled his skates out of his bag.
"How's it going?" he asked, trying to spark a casual conversation to help ease into the topic that had been plaguing him all day.
"The last six hours since I have seen you have been fine, Boruto," she laughed. "How about you?"
He couldn't help the heat that spread across his face. Why the fuck was he so nervous?!
"Oh I'm good, just been thinking a lot," he replied, his gaze fixed on his fingers as he laced up his skates.
"Thinking about what?"
"About what I said last night..." he muttered as he peeked at her from the corner of his eye.
He knew he didn't have to clarify, the shift in her facial expression told him she knew exactly what he was referring to.
"No, it's okay. You don't have to explain," Sarada said with a dismissive wave and resumed lacing up her skates. "It was obviously an accident."
Boruto hesitated, unsure how to reply to that.
Was it really an accident, though?
Maybe it wasn't how he wanted to say it, but that didn't mean he didn't mean it.
Or... maybe Sarada was trying to give him the opportunity to take it back because she didn't feel the same way?
"You don't have to worry," she continued before he could interject. "I mean it's not like I'm not taking it seriously or trying to read into it or anything. I can't imagine it's the first time you've accidentally uttered those words in your many misadventures with women in the bedroom."
Boruto frowned. He had a problem with just about everything she had just said but decided to address one thing in particular.
"How many women do you think I've been with?" he asked with a furrowed brow, trying not to sound too annoyed by how blasé she was acting.
"I don't know!" Sarada guffawed. "Dozens? I thought it was well established that you're kind of a man whore."
"A man whore?" Boruto repeated, unable to hide the offense in his tone.
That was really what she thought of him?
After everything that had happened between them, she would really degrade him like that?
Sarada laughed, not understanding how her words cut him. "I mean I'm sorry if you think that's a crude characterization, but you know what I mean."
"Sure, yeah... I know exactly what you mean," he replied with a straight face.
If she really thought him some sleazy man whore, then so be it.
A/N: ahhh! omg, this chapter dethroned Chapter 10 as the longest chapter in the story so far! so much to unpack, I can't wait to hear what you guys think! leave a comment and share your thoughts and reactions!
