Boruto really thought he could do it.

Thought he could be around Sarada and not feel so… lonely.

But it was clear as the night wore on that he grossly overestimated his own ability to play it cool, especially when she wore a dress like that.

He tormented himself with fantasies of what this weekend could have been like if he hadn't gone and ruined everything. The images of himself peeling Sarada out of that silky red dress as his lips trailed soft, wet kisses against her naked skin seemed to replay over and over. The way he knew she would sigh and moan echoed in his mind.

The only solution he could come up with was to drink more and hope his imagination dampened with the intoxication.

In retrospect, he felt so stupid for wanting more from her when what they had was so fun and simple. He thought he hurt back then when she just denied having feelings for him, but now... now the heartache was excruciating.

He really shouldn't have lashed out at her and slept with those other girls. A part of him thought why bother being anything more than what she already convinced herself he was, and the other part wanted to make her jealous, force her to acknowledge that she was bothered by him being with anyone else but her.

It was clearly an ill-conceived idea.

Boruto almost hated how easy it was to get those girls to sleep with him, and how maybe his old self (even just six months ago) wouldn't have given it a second thought.

Honestly, Sarada ruined his life.

Okay, maybe 'his life' was a little dramatic, but she definitely ruined sex for him. He could hardly get aroused without immediately thinking about her.

Same with his bed, and his shower, and his fucking dining room table. His whole apartment was ruined by her!

He was going to have to fucking move or he'll never escape thoughts of her.

Her silky, raven hair and her mesmerizing dark eyes. Her frustrated pout and her know-it-all smile. The way she would blush at any lewd suggestion and yet moan his name with desire laced in every syllable.

She was full of frustrating contradictions, and yet he couldn't help but be totally smitten by her. He honestly felt a little pathetic for the way he longed for her.

Suddenly, Sarada burst into the hotel room to find Boruto sitting up in bed, dressed in only a pair of pajama pants. He looked up from his phone and furrowed his brow at the way she seemed out of breath.

"You left the party," she stated more than asked.

She looked so beautiful tonight it made his chest ache. Couldn't she just leave him alone?!

"Yeah… I was tired," Boruto shrugged as he set his phone on the nightstand. "Why did you leave? Weren't you having fun?"

"I… I was tired, too," she replied and he nodded with a tight-lipped smile. He had honestly been hoping to be asleep before she returned to their room to save them from another awkward interaction.

"Oh, uh… you can have the one by the window," he told her, gesturing to the empty bed.

"You… you're not going to sleep in it with me?" Sarada asked.

He stared at her for a moment trying to make sure he heard her right. "Did you want me to?"

He hated how hopeful his voice sounded, but he was a lovesick fool and he missed her. He missed how they used to be.

"Do you want to?" she asked back and Boruto frowned.

Why did she always deflect?! That was what was so maddening about her! She couldn't just ever say that she wanted him!

"I do," he replied, even though he was a little embarrassed to admit it first.

"Okay, I'm going to go change and get ready for bed, but I'll be right back," Sarada told him before grabbing a few items from her suitcase and stepping into the bathroom.

He got up and slipped into the other bed on the side he usually slept on when she would sleepover at his place. He took a few calming breaths and told his stupid heart to quit beating so fast. He really shouldn't be expecting anything.

It wasn't long before she returned.

Blue eyes glanced up as a fresh-faced Sarada exited the bathroom, combing her fingers through her raven hair and shaking out the curls.

She was wearing a Konoha Uni hockey t-shirt she stole from him weeks ago. It was too big for her petite body, and yet barely kept her modest considering she wasn't wearing any pants.

Was she actively trying to torture him?

Or had it always been so effortless for her to look this goddamn hot?

Boruto forced himself to look away when Sarada rounded the bed and slipped under the covers. But even as they laid beside each other, there was still an awkward tension that lingered between them that made him yearn for the nights they used to share, when things felt simpler.

Before he blurted his feelings.

Before he let her words hurt him.

She still never said sorry, then again maybe he didn't expect her to. But if he got in bed with her, did that mean he had no self-respect?

Ever so slowly, he felt Sarada inching closer to him until she was just tucked up against his side, and he allowed it because he was so fucking weak, it was stupid. She trampled all over his heart and he still let her steal his warmth.

Boruto's eyes fell closed with a sigh as her fingers traced gentle patterns over his chest. The soft movement inspiring goosebumps on his skin.

He started growing frustrated, angry even, with his own body because as Sarada pressed her soft, lithe body against his, he felt himself getting aroused. Boruto wondered if that was what she intended from the beginning, if she just wanted him to fuck her into a good night's sleep before the competition.

He wouldn't put it past her. Their entire relationship was for the competition, wasn't it?

When her leg curled around his, Boruto nearly groaned at the feeling of her silky smooth skin rubbing against his. He just wanted to hear the sound of her sweet sighs as he ran his greedy hands all over her bare body.

God, he was such a fucking simp!

"Tell me what you're thinking about?" Sarada asked softly, even though the room was quiet.

"Umm… I guess the competition tomorrow," he lied. "I just hope all our practicing has been enough."

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn't respond. So he asked her the same. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about you."

He suddenly couldn't breathe.

After a moment, Boruto found the strength to swallow the harsh lump that formed in his throat and asked, "What about me?"

"Well, just that… I really want you right now… but I don't," Sarada whispered, her dark gaze fixed on her fingers as they continued gently skating over his chest.

He blinked at her, stunned because he kind of felt exactly the same.

"You tried to hurt my feelings by throwing those other girls in my face and then you screamed at me and made me cry, and… I don't know…"

"You hurt my feelings first," he defended with a furrowed brow. He knew that was a childish response, but he couldn't help himself. "You called me a whore and it made me feel gross. It made me think that you thought this thing between us was just something cheap and dirty… and disposable."

"Boruto!" She sat up urgently to look directly into his eyes. "That is not what I think of you! Or…" she gestured between them. "This."

"So then what is this?" He finally asked. "And don't say we're just figure skating partners, because we both know that's bullshit."

Sarada sighed. "I… I don't know. I haven't figured that out yet."

His heart sank. What did he really expect though?

"I just… all I know for sure is that I feel good when I'm with you."

"When you're around me or when you're with me in bed?"

"Both?" she laughed a little and Boruto couldn't help but crack a smile.

He wasn't even mildly satisfied with that answer and yet when Sarada leaned over him, her palm resting on his chest, her breath ghosting over his lips, he was drawn to her like a magnet.

"Forgive me?" she whispered.

He knew he was too far gone to do anything but give in to her every whim, so he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers.

A part of him thought that if their relationship was strictly for the competition, and the competition was over tomorrow, then this might be the last time he ever got to be with her.

And if it was the case, then he was going to savor it.

Her palm slid up his chest to cradle his cheek as Sarada climbed on top of him, her legs straddling his lap, her heated core pressing against his growing need.

His warm hands trailed up her smooth, pale thighs before wrapping around her waist and pulling her body tight against his own.

Each soft caress of his lips against her own had Sarada melting deeper into him. Boruto tried to pour his feelings into each tender kiss, hoping she could feel the words he was too afraid to speak out loud.

They only parted for a breath when Boruto began tugging at the hem of her oversized shirt, pulling it over her head to reveal her bare chest to his gentle touch.

Sarada exhaled a soft sigh as his palms skimmed up her sides to capture her breasts. Dark eyes fell closed as her smaller hands covered his, encouraging him to massage her tender peaks as her hips steadily rocked against his.

She hung her head as a breathy moan spilled from her lips. A curtain of dark hair obstructed her face, but he knew her exact expression, he had studied it every time they were in bed together.

Boruto was panting, consumed by the sight, the sound, the feeling of her growing pleasure. But he wanted to give her more.

He reversed their position, rolling over on top of her before crashing his lips to hers again. Sarada was quick to reciprocate, her fingers dove into his blonde hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling him closer as his tongue slipped into her mouth.

Their bare chests pressed against each other as their hearts pounded in sync. Boruto kissed her again and again, letting his lips express his unspoken devotion.

Her tongue rolled against his in a familiar dance as he ground his hardened length against her center, aching to slip inside and forget all their troubles, at least for the night.

But Boruto didn't want their last time together to be tainted by this heavy weight in his chest, so he woefully pulled away from her lips.

Their foreheads rested against one another. The room was silent, save for their panting breath.

"Sarada…" he whispered, but he was unsure where to start, unsure how to say how sorry he was. He knowingly exploited her insecurities, and for what? Did he really believe a jealousy-fueled, screamed confession would've satisfied him?

"I know," she murmured against his lips before offering him a chaste kiss. "Me too. I'm so sorry… for everything."

Momentary relief washed over him until he wondered if she meant she was sorry for the way they tried to hurt each other or if she was sorry that she didn't love him back.

Either way, he already accepted that this night would likely be the bittersweet end of their little affair, so Boruto buried his face against her neck, inhaling her familiar scent before he began placing gentle kisses against her quickening pulse.

A soft smile spread across her face as his warm breath tickled her. Sarada tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her skin to his hungry lips.

She moaned softly, tossing her head back into the pillows, as his mouth trailed south. His breath ghosted over her body inspiring goosebumps on her sensitive skin. His hand glided softly up her side to capture one of her perky mounds as his lips lavished the other with wet kisses and soft bites.

She shivered with need as Boruto dragged his lips against her skin, peppering kisses lower and lower. On her hip bone, then on her stomach, progressively inching closer to her center.

Her mind grew foggy as her body tingled from his gentle ministrations. Sarada bit her bottom lip when he glanced up at her with darkened blue eyes.

Their usual foreplay often felt eager and impatient, but this was something different entirely.

It was unhurried, it was appreciative. The way Boruto so reverently touched her body, the way he placed such tender kisses against her bare skin, made Sarada feel like she was being worshiped.

She lifted her hips as he pulled her panties down the length of her toned legs. His hands took their time on the way back up, skimming softly over her milky skin. Her trembling thighs spread wider, desperate for his touch.

"Ooh~" Sarada sighed the moment his tongue slipped between her damp folds. Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the sensations he provided. Somehow growing more aroused as she felt Boruto watching her every reaction.

Her arms rested above her head, fingers tangling into her inky locks as she moaned breathlessly with each swipe of his skilled tongue. Her hips rocked against his mouth, desperate for more of him.

"Fuck… Boruto~" Sarada cooed, her back arching as he introduced two fingers into her weeping core. The slow but firm stroke of his digits against her moist walls was driving her wild.

The tension in her low belly steadily grew tighter as his hot tongue traced languid circles around her sensitive clit. Her lips were parted and her brow was furrowed as Sarada gasped, her bare chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

The pressure mounting in her core soon exploded into euphoric waves of pleasure that had her toes curling in bliss. Boruto continued his ministrations, helping her ride out her orgasm until the very end.

A satiated sigh spilled from her lips as her body relaxed against the bed, her skin practically humming from the gratifying release. Boruto slipped off his pants and slowly climbed over her. The heat of his skin against hers seemed to reignite her arousal as he aligned himself at her entrance.

Sarada exhaled a shuddering moan as he traced the head of his cock over her wet slit, coating himself in her silky essence. Her eyes fluttered open when she felt Boruto's fingers gently brushing her disheveled raven hair from her face with surprising tenderness.

When her dark eyes met his, the breath left her lungs and Sarada found herself drowning in the intensity of his blue gaze.

"You're so beautiful."

Sarada didn't know why his quiet words made her blush, but the sudden embarrassment compelled her to cover her face with her hand.

It was ironic really, that a whispered compliment got her more flustered than his tongue lapping at her most intimate areas, but there was just something about the honest admiration swimming in his blue depths that made her feel shy.

Boruto peeled her hand away from her face and softly brushed his lips against her knuckles. "Don't hide from me," he whispered with a shake of his head.

"I…" she trailed off as he placed her hand against his own cheek before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers in a firm but gentle kiss.

Her breath hitched when he tilted his hips forward, slowly sinking into her heated core. With her hand cupping his cheek, Sarada pulled him down to reunite their lips in another sensual kiss.

Boruto sighed against her lips as her moist folds enveloped every inch of his hard length. He paused a moment allowing her to adjust to the pleasant stretch or maybe just to savor the feeling of being buried in her tight warmth.

Her fingers threaded through his blonde hair as her tongue slipped against the seam of his lips in request. Boruto was quick to deepen their kiss and his hips began rocking against hers.

Her back arched as she moaned into his mouth, the delicious feeling of his firm length driving into her made her thighs quiver. Sarada wrapped her trembling legs around his waist; the new angle had her mewling as each of his thrusts filled her to her limit.

He pulled out and plunged back in again and again. His unhurried pace was tortuous, but each slow drag of his cock had her climbing higher towards her peak.

"Ooh, Boruto~" she sighed breathlessly. Her fingernails bit into his muscled back as he lavished her neck with wet kisses and sucked on her racing pulse. The rhythm of his rocking hips never wavered.

Sarada was awash with the gentle affections he bestowed upon her. Her body melted against him in complete surrender, her mind hazy with pleasure. When her dark eyes fluttered open and she met Boruto's stunning blue gaze, it was as if time suddenly slowed.

"I missed you."

Just a soft whisper in the dark, Sarada wasn't even sure who said it, but she knew they both agreed.

It wasn't the physical connection (they had had sex earlier that week) it was something harder to define. More abstract, more emotional. An intimacy they shared that wasn't really appreciated until it was absent.

A breathy moan escaped her lips as she felt Boruto's skillful fingers reach between their sweat-slicked bodies and stroke her swollen clit. He applied just the right amount of pressure to have Sarada whimpering beneath him.

She could feel her moist walls clenching tighter around his thick cock as her body grew ever more tense. Blue eyes were locked on her hers, watching as her face contorted with pleasure.

Maybe it was the contrast from the last time they had sex, but that moment felt so intimate. Boruto pressed his lips against her as she tumbled over the edge, moaning against his mouth as his fingers and hips persisted their steady rhythm.

With her heated core milking his cock, her climax sparked his own. His pace faltered as he exhaled a soft, satisfied groan.

The pleasant release sent soft tingles radiating through her limbs. He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing.

Sarada observed his features for a moment. "Boruto, I —"

But before she could finish her thought, Boruto pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss and suddenly she forgot what she was going to say. Her head was still fuzzy, high on a pair of gratifying orgasms.

He seemed to linger over her longer than usual as if he didn't want their coupling to be over. But eventually, he rolled off of her, settling onto the bed with a sigh.

Sarada glanced at him beside her and Boruto was quick to capture her into his arms, snuggling her tight against his chest. She enjoyed the warmth of his body and the feel of his naked skin against her own.

Her eyes fell closed as she nuzzled against his neck, breathing in that scent that was so uniquely him and bathing in their post-coital afterglow. Sarada fell asleep wrapped up in him and it all just felt right.


A/N: so obvi I was going for a very tender love-making type smut this chapter. did it come off sweet or cheesy? haha anyway! thank you so much for reading, I hope you guys enjoyed this update! I would LOVE to hear your thoughts and reactions in the commenting!