(A/N: OOF ! Here is the smut chapter! Note from here on out there will be some regular smut chapters, so I hope you guys aren't too bothered with that. Not gonna lie, I was screaming writing this. That being said, this is my first smut/lemon I've ever written, so don't be too hard on me. I got all of these ideas from tiktok hahahaha. Enjoy!)

Sarada stepped out of her car, gathering her things. She threw her purse over her shoulder, put on her keychain, and gathered her notebooks and laptop. She stepped out of the car, seeing Boruto standing near the door of the coffee shop.

"Nice to know you're at least timely." She called out to him.

He rolled his eyes and opened the door, "Whatever."

It was 7:00 in the evening, and the sun was just beginning to set. She had ordered Boruto tea and herself a coffee. They had both pulled out their roles and some stuff for their other classes.

"Ugh, why do we memorize so much stuff?" Boruto ran an exasperated hand through his fluffy blonde hair.

Sarada looked up, her eyes following the movement, not failing to notice his bicep tense at the action. She let her eyes drift back to her packet, "This whole partnership is 75% of our grade dobe."

Boruto just smirked. He didn't fail to notice her ogling him either. He logged into his laptop as well, eyes just barely peeking over. She looks good today...Wait- what am I talking about? This is fucking teme. He glanced at her again, the way her round glasses framed her face, her hair falling from the tuck behind her ears. Her subtle eyeliner made a show every time she batted her eyelashes. Her highlighter on her nose made her shine, her shiny lips looked full. Plush. Perfect for-

"Here is your hazelnut coffee and iced jasmine tea refresher with strawberries!" The server dropped off their drinks. Sarada gave the waitress a smile before she walked off. Boruto took his iced tea swirling it around before he took a sip.

"Holy shit, this shit is good!"

Sarada snorted before she took her own coffee. Boruto traced her movements, watching her expectantly, waiting for her to mix in sugar or at least some creamer. She took a sip, licking her lips a little.

"See? I told you strawberries would-"

"YOU DRINK YOUR COFFEE BLACK?!"

Sarada huffed, coffee almost coming out of her nostrils. She started giggling under her hand at Boruto's bewildered face.

"You fucking monster." He leaned back, watching her scoff and got back reading her role.

"How'd you know I like jasmine tea?" He suddenly asked, still sipping on his drink.

Sarada looked up from her papers, " 'Cuz your cabinets are literally filled with them. Auntie Hina said that's all you drink. Nerd."

"You probably get that whole black coffee thing from Uncle Sasuke, don't you?" he said, waving his hand towards her sipping her coffee.

"No actually, Papa likes sweet-ass coffee. I just happen to like the bitter taste." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Hm. I now see the resemblance between you and your coffee." She ignored his comment, before realizing what he meant. She looked up, to see an amused smirk on his face.

"Dobe."

"Teme."

"One of these days, I'm gonna show up to your game with a poster of your bare ass."

Boruto pushed his stuff aside, leaning forward on his elbows, challenging Sarada,

"You would like to see that wouldn't you?"

She copied his movements, mimicking his body language, leaning in even closer,

"Mmmm, you would think about the possibility wouldn't you?"

Boruto narrowed his eyes at her, not letting up. Sarada let a triumphant smile spread across her lips, lightly biting her bottom one. Sarada took this opportunity to really look at him. She had basically grown up with him, but this is the first time that she really let him sink in. He had a very chiseled face. His golden locks fell over his face perfectly, his fresh undercut complimenting it. His eyes were beautiful, the bluest eyes she's ever been met with. Said blue eyes were staring straight at her however.

Sarada felt her cheeks get hot, as she averted his gaze. "You gotta up your game, Sarada" He smirked, as he leaned back to read over his own packet.

They continued working throughout the night. They had little side conversations here and there, mostly teasing from Boruto and scolding from Sarada.

"Oh shit, it's almost 10!" Sarada checked her phone, also noticing that she had 2 messages from her mom.

Sarada, me and your dad are at the Uzumaki's. Hima-chan brought some of her friends over and we'll be here for a while before we take off to our trip for the weekend.

I know you and Boruto are doing your little project or whatever, so you guys can stay at the house for a little. Just don't make too much of a mess, love you!

Sarada sighed, "Hima has friends over at yours, and my parents are over there too." she gave him a glance, "Unless you wanna study over there, Mama said we can go back to mine."

"Yeah that sounds cool." He nonchalantly said.

Boruto insisted on ordering one more tea, so Sarada opted for another coffee to go as well.

They stepped out of the coffee shop. Sarada turned to Boruto, only to find a scheming smile on his face.

"Oh no no no. We are NOT going to-"

"Wanna race?" Boruto cut in before she could finish.

"Dobe, do you know how utterly irresponsible and dangerous that is?! We cannot just be zipping through the streets just to find out who's-" Boruto clearly looked uninterested at her ramblings. Sarada did not like to lose or look stupid, and right now, she felt like she was doing both.

"You're on." He peeked at her, his smile peeking through.

The two shared a love for sports cars ever since they watched Cars when they were 5. Naturally, Boruto copped a Mustang, while Sarada felt a Camaro matched her more. Boruto's white mustang had little pink flames on the hood. Sarada's black Camaro was a convertible, with a red leather interior. She came across the idea when she saw Boruto scrolling through instagram, liking a picture of a car's red interior.

The two hustled in their cars, swerving through the city to get to Sarada's neighborhood. Sarada, having to make quick deadlines and meeting times, knows way too many shortcuts for her own good.

She had arrived at her house, no mustang in sight. She stepped out of her car, indulging in the victorious feel. She heard Boruto's car pull up behind her, recognizing the engine's sound perfectly because of how many times she's tried to avoid him using that mark.

She sneered at him, still leaning on her car, "Took you long enough."

He huffed his bangs away, as he got his backpack.

When they got in the house, they went upstairs to Sarada's room. Boruto flopped on the bed, cuddling her blankets as he threw his backpack. Sarada stood there, deadpanning, watching Boruto nuzzle in her personal space.

"Oh, hey Doc, did you wanna lie down?" He peeked from her pillow. Sarada flopped her backpack down, placing her belongings on her desk and dresser.

"Oh yeah Boruto! I would love to lie down on MY BED." She rolled her eyes as she sorted her stuff out.

He stood up to get this backpack, "Oh come on teme, this place is my room as much as it is yours." She turned around as he stretched, his ministrations causing his shirt to slide up, his firm abs peeking through.

"Pfft yeah, with the amount of times I've smacked your ass at Uno in here, probably." She said as she quickly slid into her bathroom to get into more comfortable clothes before he could see her embarrassment.

Boruto made himself at home, settling on her bed as he spread his notebooks and pens on her bed, getting ready to continue studying. He reached for his drink when he spotted his grey hoodie.

"Hey, is this my hoodie? I've been looking for this thing."

Sarada stepped out in short, black biker shorts. Her grey crewneck sweatshirt draping over her. She kept on her black socks, and piled her hair into a bun. Boruto looked her up and down, her shorts showed off her toned legs, probably from her being an athlete. She nudged a little, her sweatshirt riding up, showing off her cute ass. She looked at her mirror across her bed, adjusting her glasses, "Oh yeah, you left it from last Sunday's kickback on the couch, dobe."

When Sarada had turned around, she saw a now shirtless Boruto, only left in his grey sweatpants. Of course she had seen him shirtless before, but she was not keen on a shirtless Boruto in her bed.

She raised her eyebrow at him, "It was hot." he shrugged.

She turned around, heading downstairs, "I'm getting snacks. You coming?"

He perked up at this, grabbing his iced tea and her coffee, following her into the kitchen.

Sarada went straight to their fridge, fetching strawberries and a cutting board. Boruto hiked himself up on their island behind her, as he's done hundreds of times before. "Whatcha making?" He looked over Sarada's shoulder.

"I'm cutting up strawberries." His eyes glimmered. She plated the strawberries and turned around. Except she had turned around right. into. him. She had ended up between his legs as he sat on the island, looking down at her.

Boruto caught notice of her flushed expression, leaning down further. Sarada's gaze went from his eyes, down to his abs, back up to his lips….which were getting closer and closer…

He noticed where her eyes had set, curling his lips into a smile as he's done millions of times before. She internally scolded herself, for falling for the same damn trick every time. He hopped down from the island, standing flush in front of her. "Come on, we gotta keep memorizing all of this." He sauntered away.

Stupid idiot. She huffed and pushed her glasses up.

It had been 3 more hours. The strawberries were gone within the first 3 minutes. Sarada checked the time and had let her hair down, and Boruto had his hoodie on.

"It's already 1 am?!"

Boruto closed his laptop before flopping back down, "Well, we've been doing this memorization shit for 3 hours! 6 hours in total! And we barely have any of it down!"

Sarada copied him, collapsing and giving in to the comfort. Boruto was still laying down on her bed, scrolling through his phone while she went through her planner across from him.

"You still use those stupid planners?" She looked up at a sneering Boruto, "What are you? A millennial?"

"No, Boruto, I am a successful young woman who is organized and dependable and who's always prepared and who just happens to have a planner." Sarada said, as she threw said planner at him, hoping it would smack his face. But of course, being the star football player that he is, Boruto caught the planner in one smooth motion, with a raised hand.

"Ow!" He said, rubbing his shoulder, "Oy teme, I think I pulled something."

"It was well deserved." She humphed.

"Whatever. Just come over and fix it for me Doc." She rolled her eyes as she hesitantly crawled across the bed to help massage Boruto's shoulder. As she reached out her hand to begin massaging him, he grasped her wrist.

"The fuck are you-" He pulled her around, locking her in a chokehold. Sarada laughed in a challenge, "Oh no you don't-" She twisted around and reversed the lock. The two began wrestling like they used to when they were kids. Sarada had locked his arm with her legs, as she began tickling him. He hated being tickled.

"Te-teme chill!"

"Nope! You started it, you can finish it!" She laughed. He kept wrestling against her grip. She changed her position, ending up with her on top of him as she pinned him to the bed. She took in the position they ended up in. She examined his face. That damn smirk plastered on it.

I'm gonna wipe that fucking smrik off of his face.

She slammed her lips against his, her hair falling around their faces.

Boruto's eyes widened at his long-time friend's sudden action. Bout time.

He's been feeling this tension the whole night. Not even! This has been building up way beyond tonight, and they both know it. She licked his bottom lip, to which he gave in and let her have her way. She leaned back, licking her flushed lips. That shit-eating grin had made it back to his face again. He grabbed her wrists and flipped them over to where he was on top of her.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this to you?" He said, beginning to nip at the skin near the base of her neck and her collarbone. "All night." He nipped and licked and sucked.

Ugh. She let out a dirty moan, found it.

She wiggled against his grip, "Borutoooo"

He let out a dark chuckle, "if you started it, you can finish it." Sarada could feel herself getting wetter. His voice lowered and was raspy with lust. He attacked her mouth once more. He nipped around her near, leaving love bites along the way. His hands slithered down her thighs, gripping and squeezing. His hands neared her pussy, but it never quite got there.

"Boruto.. Stop teasing!"

"Awe you can handle it, right doc?" He let out a too familiar smirk. She wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him backwards so that she could straddle him.

"Attagirl."

"Shut the fuck up." She smashed their lips together. She pulled up his hoodie and got the damn thing off of him. She traveled downwards from his lips, leaving her own marks. She ran her hands across his abs, scratching lightly. She latched her lips onto the skin at his collarbone. Her pussy just got even wetter just hearing that low groan that came out of his mouth. Sarada could feel his hardening dick against her, as she grinded down on him.

"Ah fuck Sarada," His hands traveled around her back. He pushed her sweatshirt up, revealing her braless chest.

He smirked, "You knew this would happen, didn't cha?"

She shot him a smile of her own, "I told you, I'm always prepared." And with that, she went lower. She ran her hands across his stomach, as she laid kisses across his abdomen. With his help, she slid off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving him naked.

She was face level with his cock now, "Aight smart-mouth, time to put that to work."

She took this as a challenge. She spit on the tip, as she circled his head with her tongue. She used her hands to work his shaft, up and down. She took her mouth off of his head, licking his shaft before continuing her ministrations.

"Ah fuck yeah, suck my cock like that babe."

She suddenly loosened her throat, sliding him all the way down. He gripped her hair as she bobbed up and down his dick, her moans vibrating against his tip. Granted, he was big, but she had way too much knowledge of human anatomy to let that stop her.

"Oh yeahhh," He let out a low guttural moan. Sarada placed one last kiss to his tip before she made her way back up. Engaging in a once again fierce lip lock, Boruto forced her back on the bed.

"How 'bout I return the favor." Boruto went straight down, sliding her shorts and panties off, while pushing her shirt up. He laid kisses all over her stomach, going up to her boobs. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

"Ohh fuck!" She didn't hold back on her sounds, and he wasn't complaining. While he was sucking her tits, his hands traveled down to her pussy.

His fingers glided over her folds, "Sarada-chann, your pussy's so wet,"

He pulled away, bringing his hand back up with him. She could see it in the light, her juices already coating his fingers. Sarada grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand to her mouth, sucking off his fingers. He returned his fingers back to her pussy.

"Who knew little Ms. Perfect Sarada-chan could be so slutty?" he whispered in her ear, "you like when I talk like that? I can feel you getting wetter." And with that, he inserted his middle finger into her.

"Oh fuck Boruto!"

"Shit Sarada, your pussy's tight," He brought his head down to where his fingers were. He latched his lips onto her bundle of nerves, as if he already knew her body perfectly.

"Oh fuck, yeah- yeah yeah," Sarada squirmed under his touch. She gripped his blonde hair like it was going to be the death of her. And if it was? She'd die happy.

He traveled back up, whispering in her ear, "You like my fingers filling up your pussy, Sara-chan?"

"Ah fuck, yeah Boruto, keep stuffing your fingers in my pussy,"

"You fucking slut," he accentuated his sentence with a bite to her nipple, to which she replied with a loud moan.

He added another finger to her sopping pussy and she let out a light scream, "Does that feel good?" She moaned. Tch.

"I asked, does-" thrust, "that", thrust, "feel", thrust, "good?"

"Ohh yes daddy!" He smirked against her collarbone. There she is.

"Oh fuck- I- I'm g-gonna c-cum!" And with this, Boruto pulled his fingers out and stopped all of his movements. She looked at him, frustrated, embarrassed, and horny.

"Oh, but we can't have you done yet, can we, princess?" He took the tip of his cock and rubbed it in between her folds. Every time it hit her clit, she'd buck her hips.

"What do you want Sara-chan?" She moaned.

"Use your words doc," He just barely dipped his cock in her, before pulling it out, "what do you want?"

She squirmed, frustrated, "I want your dick fucking my pussy dammit!"

"There we go." He fully sheathed himself inside of her, pushing and leaning on her legs back up against her. "S-so fucking tight!"

With every thrust, her tits bounced. He latched on her right nipple, sucking as his dick kept impaling her tight pussy. He let out low groans in her ear, which made her moan even louder.

"Oh fuck Boruto! Right there- keep fucking me right there, uh!" Her pleads made him want to go even harder, as he pounded into her. Sarada let out a squeal as he gripped her, turning her around on all 4's. He didn't fail to notice how high pitched her moans got.

"Ugh, B-boruto! You're so deep,"

"Fuck Sara-chan, you feel perfect. Your pussy was made for my cock wasn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah my pussy was made for daddy's cock," He pounded into her, filling her room with dirty, wet sounds. Everytime his balls smacked against her ass, it drove him crazy. He brought down a hard hand on her asscheek.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming"

"Fucking masochist. Come on, come on my cock baby. Let me feel it." Her back arched deep as she squirted around his cock. He didn't let up though. His tempo slowed, placing kisses around her back and her neck. He pulled her hair to pull her up to give him a searing kiss. She leaned against his chest as he pulled out and sat upright against the wall next to her bed.

"Spread your legs for me, doc." She placed her legs over his knees, "wider baby," He slipped his cock back in.

"Damn teme, you're still so wet." He groaned as he started moving again. He wrapped his hand around her neck, "open your eyes babe."

She peeked her eyes open, looking directly at the mirror in front of them, "look how good we look." He moved his hands downward to further spread her pussy lips in front of her, "look how good your dripping pussy has been taking me in."

"You like my pussy daddy?"

"Love it, princess. Look how sexy you look, taking me in so well."

She looked down to where they were connected. She took her hand and wrapped it around his cock, near where he was entering her. "You like that?" She looked at him, as his head lulled back.

"Fuck baby, I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. You gonna give me one more?" At this, he pounded up into her harder. Sarada was basically bouncing as she looked into the mirror, her eyes meeting his.

"Oh fuck! I-I'm cumming. K-keep going Boruto!"

"Ugh fuck, I'm cumming too." He kept pounding up into her, kissing her on the neck. "Come on baby, cum on my cock. Watch yourself squirt all over daddy's cock."

"Ahh!" Sarada's juices leaked all over Boruto's cock. "Shit, uh-"

"Come in me, I'm on the pill!" Sarada didn't mind how desperate -not to mention pathetic- she sounded right now, but she couldn't find the space to care.

"Fuck! Fill me up with your cum daddy!"

"Ugh fuck!" Boruto let out a last groan before he let spurts of his cum into Sarada.

"Look how dirty we look." He smirked and pulled out. Sarada laid on the bed, Boruto climbing on top of her. He gave her a lazy, tired kiss. He traveled down once again, "Boruto?"

"You look so good with my cum leakin' out your pussy, doc."

"B-boruto!" Sarada squealed as he used his fingers to push their mixed fluids into her. He brought himself back up to her, bringing his fingers to her mouth, which she gladly cleaned.

"Fuck."

"Yes, that's what we just did." Boruto sneered as he laid beside her.

"No, I meant the whole project for Theatre, dobe." Aaaaand she's back.

Boruto snorted, she would be worried about that, "Oh come on teme, we have all weekend to memorize that shit, not to mention doing something else." he smirked.

"Fair point." She replied nonchalantly.

He turned his head to her, "So, daddy huh?" he smirked.

It was her turn to snort, "Don't get used to it, and don't think I didn't notice that mirror kink, idiot."

"Pfft whatever," he said, before he wrapped his arms around her, drifting off to sleep.

Sarada peeked her eyes open. The sudden change in light woke her up. The sunlight peeking through her curtains illuminated the boy's face. Boruto laid flat on his back, his face tilted towards her. She peeked at the clock next to her, 6:23 am. She looked back at Boruto.

Tch. Dobe.

She crawled on top of him, laying on him as she buried her face in his shoulder, arms on each side of their heads. He opened up one eye to see Sarada nuzzling up next to him.

A grin made its way to his face, before wrapping an arm around her rolling their position to wrap her in a bear hug, stuffing his face in her hair.

Boruto woke up to the smell of bacon. He rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs. He turned the corner to see Sarada standing at the stove, cooking something. He walked up behind her, placing a hand on top of her head and placing his own on his hand.

"Whatcha cookin teme?"

"If you don't get your-" She shoved away his hand on her head, to which he just placed his head on her shoulder.

She huffed, "Bacon and eggs and avocado toast for you because you have an unnatural obsession with any type of sandwich, and an acai bowl for me. One because we're both athletes who need our fill, two because this project requires an immense amount of energy and our brain needs that energy so this nutritious-"

"Shut up." He said, snatching a piece of already cooked bacon from the plate next to her before walking up stairs.

"Dobe."

"Teme."

"Usuratonkachi."

"Baka."

When Boruto came back down from the stairs, phone in hand, he saw Sarada sitting at the table scrolling through her phone, munching on her acai bowl. He sat down in front of his food, scrolling through his phone too.

"So, can we keep this on the DL?"

"We're not telling anyone about this, right?"

Boruto almost spit out his food at how they both naturally shared the same idea. They've both been in a friends with benefits situation before, but with different people. It's not like neither of them were new to the idea. And the idea of them dating, lack thereof having feelings and publicly showing affection PLUS knowing the stuff they had to hear growing up? Yeah no. They both had reputations to keep.

"Okay good, because who knows what'll pile up." she huffed.

Boruto set his chin on his hand, "Man, I'd probably lose my fangirls too."

"I'd never hear the end of it."

Sarada's phone chimed. After scrolling through what Boruto assumed was another email, she sighed and groaned.

"I just got sent a new work-out schedule for basketball!" She whined. "We have to get just a bit more of this research before I have to go." and with that, she immediately chomped down the rest of her bowl and scurried off.

(Hey guys! Just wanted to say that I'm also uploading this story on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) under the same name just in case this glitch or anything like that happens again! It kind of goes unsaid that is a sinking ship, so just look up the same story name on AO3 and you'll find it! Hope y'all like the next chapter! Muah!)