"Fix the printer" You know what to do tyy ;) It's a challenge. HAHAHA (Any ship you want)
Dev! Thanks for the request/ challenge. Innocent prompt turned smutty… I hope you like it! (A little future To Walk Alongside You BoruSara)
Hot Headed
Pairing: BoruSara
Rating: M
NSFW
Sarada had been in a bitchy mood all day. It wasn’t like her… most of the time. Not to this extent. Something had her pissed and she was taking it out on me, nagging about the most ridiculous things, complaining about everything to the point I worried about her fussing about the air she breathed next. She was so angry that I could only let her blow off the steam built up inside her. I kept calm, didn’t say shit. Did what she told me to do, ignored her every time her complaining felt directed at me. But I was getting closer and closer to snapping.
She’d already had me doing chores all day, ordering me around like I was her fucking servant. Since I didn’t know what was eating at her, I did what I could to try and make her happy… but it seemed like the more I did, the angrier she became. I didn’t have anything to do today, so I’d planned for the two of us to spend some time together. I did want to wash my car, but that was about all that had been on my agenda.
No, that had turned into doing laundry and cleaning out the closet. Going through my older clothes to get rid of them and an extensive cleaning of the bathroom. She freaked about the lawn needing to be mowed after she’d had me busy for hours and I’d even done that. It had to be enough. She had to be happy now.
I went inside, hating how hot and sweaty I was. The only other thing I was going to do was take a shower. Thankfully I didn’t run into Sarada again on my way to our room and into the bathroom. I was only in a pair of shorts so I was able to undress quickly before stepping into the shower. It pissed me off that all I could think about was what had Sarada so upset. She never got like this, acting so obnoxious… what was wrong with my sweet little dove.
“Borutoooo!” She yelled from a distance and I scoffed, turning the water off and opening the shower door to grab my towel.
Sweet little dove my ass. Not today.
After quickly drying myself off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom. I stopped by the dresser and reached for the top drawer, only getting it slightly open before she went off again.
“Boruto! Get in here!”
I slammed the drawer shut and groaned. I couldn’t deal with her attitude anymore today. I was officially done.
Sarada was in the spare bedroom, where she kept all of her books and her computer– shit I didn’t have any interest in. Her head turned, brows narrowed and eyes cold as they had been the entire day. She was still angry, but I didn’t miss the way her face turned red at the sight of me. The computer was on the floor, the printer next to it. The desk that was meant to hold them now empty. What was with her today, fucking around with stuff that she needed to leave alone.
“What the hell are you doing now?” I rolled my eyes and moved my hand to my wet hair, pushing my bangs back off of my forehead.
Her teeth clenched as well as her fists and her whole body tensed. She was actually growling at me. “You were supposed to be helping me! And you… you’re just… you just decide to take a nice hot shower, huh?”
“Actually, it was a nice cold shower because I was hot as fuck after doing the yard work.” I snapped back. I wasn’t bowing down anymore. She could kiss my ass.
“Well, it’s your fault for waiting until the hottest part of the day.” She spat.
“Look, I don’t know what your problem is but you need to chill the fuck out. Maybe you need a nice hot shower.” I told her, trying to keep my cool, but I’d slowly been losing it all day.
“No, I need you to help me! There’s too much to do.”
Why did we suddenly need to do so much shit today?
“What do you need now, I was trying to get dressed Sarada.” I groaned and palmed my face. She was being impossibly difficult today.
“Fix the printer!” She demanded and that was the last straw. That was the last time she demanded me today. I was done taking her shit.
Closing the distance between us in one long stride, I pushed her down onto the desk and glared down at her. “How about I fix your ass instead?”
“Boruto!” Sarada squealed, face even more red now than I was hovering over her so closely. Her hands were at my chest, weakly pushing at me as if I was going to back off.
“Don’t you Boruto me. You’ve been on my ass all day… but now it’s my turn.”
“W-what?!” Her eyes went wide as I snatched my towel off before pushing the hem of her short dress up and eyeing the black lace panties she wore.
“Just hush.” I ordered, moving my eyes back to hers briefly in warning before I hurriedly removed her panties.
Sarada held her breath, watching me, her cheeks still flushed. She wouldn’t dream of stopping me and I knew it. Hell, I should have handled her ass hours ago. Maybe this was what she needed. A good, hard fuck.
I forced her into a sitting position, leaning over her and dipping down to steal her lips in a kiss. That was more than enough to have her clinging to me and fighting to kiss me back between labored breaths. I pulled her off of the desk, my tongue slipping past her lips to meet her own. She submitted to me, moaning into the kiss and then groaned when I pulled away.
She squeaked as I turned her around and forced her forward. She was barefoot and I grinned at the way she was on her tiptoes, her front laying across the desk. Her hair was everywhere and she was breathless, already lost in desire. She was so fucking easy.
I pushed her dress up over her ass and ran my hands down her hips. That smooth skins of hers always did things to me. But nothing worked me up as much as seeing her like this.
I wouldn’t wait. Even though most of my frustration had already dissipated, I still wanted to get on with it. She needed a good hard fuck, and I was just the one to give it to her.
Her head lifted off the desk and she cried out as I entered her– burying myself inside of her with one thrust. I how warm and tight she was–not to mention wet. There was no better feeling in the world, and I knew that was because I loved her so fucking much.
I stared down, mesmerized by the sight of my dick moving in and out of her. I moved hard and quick, getting in deep and rolling my hips. She was so loud and I loved it. The louder she got, the harder I went at it, and the more forceful I was, the more she let me hear that beautiful voice of hers.
Her hands were gripping tight to the end of the desk, her mouth opened in a perfect O as she continued with her never ending moans. Both my hands had a firm grip on her ass. It was the feel of her pussy clenching around me that had me stilling.
“I’ll be damned.” I hissed. There was no way in hell I was going to let her come that quickly. Not after all the shit she’d put me through today.
“Don’t stop!” She breathed, still giving me orders.
“Oh I’m done listening to your demanding ass today, little dove. Don’t you fucking forget it.” I grinned darkly to myself, not moving even slightly.
Sarada clawed at the desk in frustration. “You can’t stop now … you can’t.” She whined desperately.
Shit. She was right. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t take a momentary break just to make her suffer. “Try me.” I muttered, pulling out of her completely. But I wasn’t moving. I just wanted to hear her whine.
She gasped. “Boruto Uzumaki!”
“Sarada Uzumaki!” I mocked her, smug as I could have been.
“You … don’t try to get on my good side … calling me that.” She complained, weak to her married name.
“It should be you trying to get on my good side.” I grumbled before ramming into her again. “Making me do all that stupid shit all day. I’m still pissed.”
She whimpered at the feeling, pushing back against me. “S-so am I.”
Her words had my brows furrowing because I knew damn well I hadn’t done anything to make her pissed at me. “You’re talking out of your ass, Sarada.” I told her, moving within her slower this time.
“I’m mad … that it took you this long to snap.” She said, making me stop in curiosity.
“The fuck are you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes on her face, half hidden by her long black hair.
She gazed at me, a little dazed. “Boruto … you really are dense. Why do you think I’m mad, that I’ve been pushing you?” She asked. “Think about this morning.”
This morning? I filled her slowly as I thought back to this morning– before she started being a pain in my ass. We woke up fine, she was fine, I was fine. She seemed to be in a good mood, I was hugging up to her from behind. She was a little fidgety, squirming around with her ass all over my dick until I got out of bed to take my morning shower. Something happened in between then and after I finished my shower. I found her in the kitchen after getting dressed and she all but threw my breakfast at me. What the hell did I do though? I hadn’t said shit to her.
“This morning was fine until you served me breakfast like you hated me, the food, the plate and the milk which you spilled on the counter and refused to clean up. So all I can remember is you being petty as fuck all day.” I shrugged, continuing my slow thrusts. This was my moment now and I wasn’t going to let her take it from me.
She clicked her tongue. “Tch! If you can’t figure it out that’s on you. I’m not telling you.”
Not telling me? “See if I care!” I scoffed and gave her a swift and hard thrust. She yelped, moving even further onto the tips of her toes. “You just need to get over this attitude problem of yours. Now.”
“Make. Me.” Sarada dared.
Ooh. I could never turn down a challenge, especially from her. “Don’t you worry, little dove. I will.” Unfortunately for me, that meant giving her what she really wanted. If I stopped and denied her she would only get worse. I had to see this through, even if she honestly didn’t deserve it.
But I was doing this for me– and for my sanity.
I pulled out just long enough to roll her onto her back, moving her to the best position for me to fuck her into bliss. I lifted her legs, moving them over my shoulders before entering her again. She couldn’t form another word as I pounded into her. Her back arched with my movements, those pretty broken moans falling more and more.
Before I could think better of it, I reached for her clit, pressing firmly against it with my thumb and circling it in time with my thrusts. If she got any louder I wouldn’t be hearing anything for the next two days. Part of me still didn’t want her to come, but the better part of me needed it. I wanted to watch and feel her fall apart because it always gave me so much satisfaction.
“You wanna come, little dove?” I asked, voice deep and breathy. I never slowed down as I spoke and waited her response.
“Boruto!” She moaned. “Please.”
“Please what?” I asked, stopping then and pulling my hand just out of reach of her bundle of nerves.
Sarada whined, beside herself with pleasure. “Please … let me come.”
Fuck. She was too sexy for her own good and I couldn’t deny her or myself. My thumb went back to work and so did I. She was panting, moaning and clawing at the desk. I was close and dying for her to come for me. It didn’t take but another moment for her body to clench up in anticipation and I moved my thumb faster, fucked her deeper until she finally came.
I would never get tired of the way her whole body quaked from her orgasms, the way she screamed my name. How so often tears would prick at her eyes just as they did now. How her pussy tightened and fluttered around my cock until she pulled everything I had out of me.
“Fuck.” I hissed, keeping myself sheathed inside her as we both rode out our orgasms. She was too fucking much sometimes.
After a moment, I collected myself and left her. I couldn’t help but watch the way my come leaked out of her and she shamelessly let me. Damn woman. She was going to be the end of me and I just knew it. I watched her until she got up shakily and stepped off the desk. The way she trembled all over only made me want to go again. But I would wait.
“Now …” She panted, moving her hair out of her face. “Fix the printer.”
I gaped at her before clenching my teeth. “Fuck. The. Printer.” I hissed, I wasn’t doing anything else today. I took a breath to calm myself and then pointed at her. “You’re fucking trying me, aren’t you?”
“You tell me.” She sassed, a smirk tugging at her lips.
My fists clenched at my sides before it finally hit me and I started laughing. “I know what this is… you wanted to fuck this morning didn’t you? That’s why you’re being such a bitch.”
“Bi … bi … Who the hell are you calling a bitch?” She asked. “You shouldn’t have ignored me. Now you’re paying the price.”
“Whoa, okay first of all. Who the fuck are you talking to with that type of language young lady! And I didn’t ignore you, shit you could have had to piss or something. How was I supposed to know you were horny. Is it so hard to tell me sometimes? And hell, we fucked half the night last night. You’re insatiable. I can’t handle but so much.”
She was trying to kill me… but I liked it.
“Don’t talk to me.” She said and crossed her arms, pouting.
“So… we can’t talk but we can have sex?” I crossed my arms too, mocking her pout.
“ … … Yes.”
So fucking impossible. So irresistible. “Fine. I guess we can go once more.” I told her before scooping her up over my shoulder and heading to our bedroom. It was bad that I knew she was grinning like a cheeky little brat… and I loved her even more for it.
27: "I wish I'd never met you." BoruSara pweaseeeeeeeeeeee
Thanks for the request Anon! -KanaTyy
Annoying
Today wasn’t the best day. As chief of police, Sarada was a busy woman. She worked hard, was dedicated and loved her work. But it wasn’t always easy. Just the day before right in their hometown, a mass murder had occurred. Everyone was frantic. There was so much to be done, so many people hurting from the loss of their loved ones. So many survivors fighting for their lives. Sarada wanted to be even more involved than she was needed to be, so she’d stayed working throughout the night and up until now.
It was noon, she’d stopped by her favorite coffee shop for a snack and a coffee before heading home for a little rest. She was going to take her time, her favorite table was open but when she walked to it and saw an article laying there, her eyes narrowed. She snatched it up to take a good look, staring at herself in disbelief. It was a picture of her in uniform, from her press conference just the day before. That wasn’t what got her. What got her was the headline.
The most sexy chief Konoha has ever had.
She gripped the article tight, hands shaking as she let her eyes search for the writer’s name. It better not be. It better not be…
“He’s dead.” Sarada screeched, crumbling the paper in her hands before storming out of the coffee shop with it.
The anger she felt was almost too much as she got in her car and hurried home. If she didn’t manage to calm down a bit, it was going to be her committing murder next. She couldn’t have gotten home quickly enough, and when she finally did make it, she all but flew inside.
He was sitting at his computer desk when she barged into the study. He was in the middle of work, his reading glasses low on his nose as he looked over them to the computer screen instead of the stack of papers in front of the keyboard. His hair was a mess, he was wearing only pajama bottoms and he looked pretty good. Really good. But Sarada hated him too much to care at the moment.
“Boruto.” She hissed, the article still tightly gripped in her hand.
“One second, sunshine.” Boruto said as he finished up his last sentence. “Aaaaaand done.” He turned to Sarada and took off his glasses, his eyes slowly raking up and down her form. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”
“Don’t talk to me like that.” She growled as she walked over to him and slammed the article down on the desk. “Explain yourself.”
Boruto didn’t so much as glance at the paper, already knowing what this was about. “Yeah, quite the piece of work, don’t you think? The chief of police, the hottest woman whoever hotted. Known for her intellect and ability to kick criminal’s asses. One of my best articles yet.” He grinned.
“This is not, funny! I could… I could get you for slander!” She shook in her rage, embarrassed that he would make such an article of her. “I have a reputation to uphold, I can’t be in your sleazy paper.”
“Hey now, my paper is anything but sleazy, I have class sunshine. I take it you only read the title since you’re so upset. I wrote about much more than your looks, but if you still want to press charges then please arrest me.” He told her with a wink.
She raised a clenched fist, fuming. He was always so infuriating, always able to make her lose her cool in a matter of seconds. “What is wrong with you? With everything that’s going on we don’t need something like this. I need to be looked at as a symbol of hope and peace, not a pretty face!”
Boruto stood and crossed his arms, looking down at her. “Sarada, you can’t get upset when you didn’t even read it. What I wrote was the truth and did nothing to hurt your reputation. Read the damn thing before you blow up on me … and I happen to like your pretty face.”
“There’s no way I’d read that stupid article. It’s embarrassing enough as it is. You know when we got together I asked you to never write about me, no matter what it was. You did this without my permission and used such a scandalous title. I am utterly disgusted. I can’t even look at you.” She ranted, glaring at him even though she really wanted to look away.
Boruto scowled. “What the hell, Sarada? Okay, fine. I wrote it without your permission, but there is nothing wrong with the paper! You’ve got no business being disgusted!”
He was pissed she refused to read it and that she didn’t give him enough credit. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew what was happening and what the people needed to hear right now. What she needed to hear right now if she wasn’t so damn stubborn and would just listen. She wouldn’t though, she was too angry. Far too angry.
“What is wrong is that you wrote a paper about me period!” She scoffed, but her exhaustion was weighing on her. She knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him and she really needed to sleep. Her vest and belt were feeling heavier than usual, so she reached for her belt to remove it. “I’m done talking about this… but I’m really just… I’m disappointed.”
Boruto grabbed her wrist and brought them to his chest, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t shut down on me, sunshine. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. I promise the article isn’t nearly as bad as you think it is … . and the public really needed it. You really needed it … . that’s why I wrote it without asking.” He confessed.
“I don’t even want to think about it anymore. Let me go… I’m going to take a shower and sleep for a while.” She still had so much to do…
Boruto sighed. “Alright … just don’t go to bed angry. How about I take that shower with you, hm?” He asked and stepped closer. “I’ll make it so you can’t think about anything even if you wanted to.”
Sarada clenched her teeth, scowling as she snatched her hands away from him. Her face was blood red and she really wanted to smack him. “I wish I’d never met you… you drive me crazy.”
Boruto blinked dumbly at that before his own anger started to flair. “You take that back right now, Sarada.” He demanded, blue eyes narrowing.
“Or what?” She challenged.
“Oh I’ll show you what, sunshine.” He said and yanked her towards him, his arms holding her firmly in place. In a matter of seconds, he had grabbed her handcuffs and swiped the key, letting her go after. “Now the question is … do I use them on you, or the both of us?” He mused, showing her the cuffs.
“Boruto… please don’t make me hurt you.” She grumbled.
Boruto laughed. “Both of us it is then.” He handcuffed Sarada’s wrist and his own, using a speed she rarely saw because of his lazy nature. “I’m well aware of how badass you are, sunshine. But you know you’re not taking me out any day of the week.” He said and held the key tight in his free hand. “Now take it back.”
“Fine… I don’t regret meeting you… I mean, we had a lot of good times. But I should have never agreed to marry you. You’re obviously insane and love getting me worked up. I can’t handle you and I mean it this time.”
Boruto groaned at the familiar words. “As if I would ever let you divorce me, especially when you’re being ridiculous. I know you’ve been stressed lately and you’re tired, but I seriously can’t take it anymore. It’s about time I handled your ass.”
“You don’t want to try me. I’ve had a really bad day. I’m exhausted. None of your kinks and flirting is going to help you now.” She shook her head, but she knew… Boruto had a way of making her weak. It didn’t matter how angry she was or how tired. She would submit to him and she hated him for it.
“Keep talking shit, sunshine. Only gets me more worked up.” Boruto told her and took a step back to grab his article.
He quickly walked towards their bedroom, dragging Sarada behind him. Once she was inside he slammed the door closed and removed her belt with practiced precision, it falling to the floor with a loud thud. Sarada didn’t say a word as she glared at him, her expression unimpressed. Boruto paid her no mind as he pulled her to the bed. He pushed her down onto the mattress and laid beside her, opening her vest and then holding her handcuffed hand.
“Listen closely.” He told her and held up the article, squinting a bit to read it. “Sarada Uchiha, one of the best looking women around. However her looks can hardly compare to the passion she continues to show everyday as the police chief. Even now when we have suffered from the loss of loved ones, she pushes on and refuses to give up until the one responsible is behind bars. A sense of hopelessness and darkness has struck our town and given many people fear. Yet all we need to do is believe in the police force and it’s chief as she proudly stands against it all to bring us peace again. Need I go on, sunshine?”
Sarada closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. “I really… can’t stand you.” She whispered.
“I know.” Boruto smiled. “That’s why I had you lay down.” He joked before turning serious. “You work your ass off and all anyone seems to do around here is point out all the bad. They nitpick at you and your boys in blue. It pissed me off so I decided to remind the public about what’s really important. You deserved to be thanked, Sarada. You try so hard … and I love you so much for keeping our town safe. Don’t let this asshole get to you. You catch his ass and I’ll be right there beside you to report it all.”
“You’re really… too much.” She sighed. So maybe the article wasn’t bad. Either way, Boruto would always have a way of making her crazy. She loved him so much and yet nobody irked her nerves like he did. “Okay. I’m sorry.”
“You can make it up to me on your next day off.” Boruto smirked. “Now let’s get you showered and fed so you can get some sleep.”
“Thank you.” She smiled softly then. As much as she wanted to punch him into the next life, she really and truly loved him even more.
They were best friends, denying for years what they both really wanted. When a little teasing turns serious, feelings are revealed. There’s an accident, a long road of recovery and a love that only becomes stronger over time. To be together always, that’s all either of them ever wanted.
Continuation to A Walk in the Park (SasuSaku)
To Walk Alongside You (BoruSara)
Rating: M
Warning: excessive cursing and eventual smut
Genre: Romance/ Friendship
Chapter Three- Just Friends?
Previous Chapter
I closed the door to my bedroom and just stood there, palming my face in frustration before running my hands through my hair. I’d never done anything so foolish before. Honestly, it just happened. I was enjoying her company so much and teasing her had always been one of my favorite things to do… but I’d definitely gone to the deep end.
The way she felt under me… so small and soft. The way she looked at me with those wide obsidian eyes… and the way she blushed suggested she liked it just as much as I did. I loved getting a reaction out of her, but all I’d done was confuse the hell out of both of us.
She probably didn’t know what to think. I just wanted to tease her… but instead I’d crossed the line. I was coming onto her strongly. Too strongly. I shouldn’t have liked it so much. She was my best friend for fucks sake. Another mistake like that and I could ruin our relationship. I didn’t want that… Sarada… she has always been so precious to me.
Losing her wasn’t an option.
Slowly, I padded my way down my hallway and back into the living room. I couldn’t get her words out of my head. She liked my tattoo… a lot it seems. I had her in such a daze that she was spitting words she couldn’t even remember and I would never know if she really meant it… if she thought that of me… or if she just said it.
I got back to the couch and plopped down on it, laying down with a sigh. I knew she wasn’t mad at me… if anything she was disappointed with the way I acted after the fact… But, the truth is I didn’t know what to say or do and I was pissed. Pissed that she’d finally voiced some form of attraction for me and then acted as if she didn’t realize it.
I was hot and frustrated and regretting the whole incident more and more by the second. I tugged my shirt off and threw it on the floor and then sat up to remove my belt. I could sleep in my jeans well enough. My house was fairly big, but I only had one bed. All my extra rooms were bare. I’d sleep on the couch and let her have my room for the night. I owed her that much.
Laying on my side, I stared at the wall wishing I could take back what happened… even if I enjoyed it as much as I did. It was wrong… She wasn’t my girl. She was my best friend. I shouldn’t of had to keep reminding myself of this… it had been a fact for the entirety of my life.
Come morning, I was certain I’d be over it. Things would return to normal between us and I could get back to denying that I really, really wanted her. That’s how it should be. She meant enough to me that I wouldn’t dream of risking what we already had to try for more. I needed her in my life, no matter how I could have her.
But feeling this way… could I really and truly hold back?
As I laid on the couch, wallowing in my misery, Sarada finished her shower and had returned to the living room to stand before me in what seemed like no time at all. I opened my eyes to look at her, noticing the way my T-shirt was far too big for her and how baggy the pajama bottoms were. I couldn’t believe that someone could look so fucking adorable in clothes so big.
Her eyes were looking to the side, away from me and her glasses weren’t there. She was always beautiful, but when I could really see her face bare… she was even more-so. Her hair was too wet for my liking and she once again had my blanket draped around her. I reached out and grabbed the cover, snatching it off of her and taking it for myself.
“Go dry your hair more and sleep in my room.” I told her, covering up and closing my eyes.
“You should sleep in your room.” She insisted. “It’s your house. Besides, I was growing rather attached to that blanket.”
“No way in hell I’m letting you sleep on the couch. Now get to bed. If you really want the blanket, take it. I’ll be fine.”
“Tch. So stubborn.” She huffed. “Go sleep in your bed before I fling my wet hair on you.”
“Go dry your wet hair before I make you.” I demanded, opening one eye to peek at her.
She had an eyebrow raised in challenge, tilting her head towards me. “I’ll give you five seconds before I’m making it rain.”
“Sarada… don’t make me get up.”
“Five . . . . four . . . . . three-”
Unable to believe she was actually counting down, I bolted off the couch and scooped her over my shoulder faster than she could think of her next number. Slow ass woman. I rolled my eyes as she started kicking her legs and continued to carry her back to my room.
“You brute! Stop manhandling me!” She hissed, flinging her wet hair all over my back in spite.
“You’re impossibly annoying.” I groaned, finally making it to my room and then my bathroom. I grabbed the towel she’d just used and then set her to her feet and dumped it on her head. “Dry your fucking hair.”
She took it off her head and rolled up the towel, preparing to hit me with it. “Now I’m gonna have to hurt you.” She threatened.
I rolled my eyes and snatched the towel right out of her hands so quickly that all she could do was gawk at me. I unrolled the towel and reached towards her, drying her hair myself since she had to be such a pain in my ass. She certainly got that from her dad.
“You jerk.” She grumbled. “Taking advantage of my blind state. Next time you won’t win so easily.”
“Blind or not… you’re too slow.” I smiled then, finishing with her hair. It was still damp but much less wet so I was pleased enough. “Now get into bed and don’t make me have to carry you again.”
She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms, reminding me of how she was when we were little. “No.”
“So you do want me to carry you?” I asked, not minding it in the least.
“I want you to sleep in your bed.” She said. “I’m not some delicate flower, I can sleep on the stupid couch.”
“So you’re saying you want to sleep with me? Because you’re not sleeping on the fucking couch. Do you not understand me?”
“Why are you so difficult?” She said, glaring at me.
“The only one being difficult here is you. When a man offers you his bed, you take it. No… When I offer you my bed you take it, if another man does it, call me.”
She fought back a smile at that. “I can handle myself just fine, thanks.”
I shook my head, my frustration with her growing. “I’ve felt your punch… you can not handle yourself against a grown man so stop trying to act like a badass.”
“I am a bada-” She started but didn’t finish the word. “I’m bad.”
My annoyance flew out the window and I burst into laughter. “Yeah you’re bad alright… Now please, go to bed.”
She sighed and smiled at me tiredly. “Are you sure you’re okay on the couch? Last chance.”
“I’m more than sure, okay… now get to bed. I’ll be just fine.”
“Alright, I guess I can let you win this once.” She said and got under the blanket. “Just don’t forget who's the boss here.”
“You must be drunk.” I scoffed, but couldn’t contain my grin. “Goodnight, Sarada.” I said, walking to the door.
“Goodnight, underling.” She giggled.
That woman… I don’t think I’d ever know what to do with her. Nobody was as impossible as she was. Nobody.
Once I got back to the couch, I laid down and covered myself up with the blanket again. I closed my eyes, smelling her on the blanket as I drifted off to sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d stayed up so late. It was a good thing Sarada didn’t have work in the morning. I would definitely need to get to the shop… but I supposed going a little later for one day wouldn’t hurt me.
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The scent of bacon frying was what woke me. I was still tired as I peeled my eyes open and sat up, stretching and yawning. Bacon… what the hell. That’s when it hit me. Sarada came to my home. She stayed the night. She was fucking cooking in my kitchen. I was wide awake and on my feet at the realization and in a matter of seconds, I was standing in the kitchen watching her as she stood at the stove with messy hair and my too big T-shirt and pajama bottoms.
This was something I could picture myself looking forward to… in another life maybe. The friend zone was one fucked up place to be… but I couldn’t say I wasn’t happy just being there. I sighed at my wayward thoughts and walked to the counter, taking a seat on one of the stools. I propped my elbow on the bar and rested my face in my hand as I watched her. She still didn’t know I had walked in.
She was actually humming to herself, and always had been a morning person. “Don’t you . . . .forget about me . . . Don’t, don’t, don’t babe. . .”
My brows rose at hearing her sing. There wasn’t enough morning goodness in the world for me to try that. Her voice was nice though, even if the song she was singing was annoying as hell. I found myself smiling softly as I continued to watch her lazily, ready to eat breakfast with her.
My house had never felt so lively.
Her voice suddenly got louder as she danced in place, swinging her hips “I say nah, nah nah nah nahhh, nah nah nah nahhh, nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nahhhhh!”
“Ahem.” I faked a cough, wanting her to know she did have an audience just in case she wanted to keep it to herself… or would prefer me to leave.
“Kyaaa!” She squealed and whipped around, her glasses almost falling off. “What the heck, Boruto?! You scared the crap out of me!”
“I maintained a distance.” I shrugged, feeling as if I did the right thing. “You’re so lively this morning… or are you like that every morning? I’ve never heard you sing like that.”
“Ahh, well . . .” She said, pushing up her glasses. “I sing sometimes, when I have a song stuck in my head. The dancing, however, pretend you never saw that.”
“Sarada… I used to go to your dance recitals… I’ve seen you dance many times. I actually quite like it, and the singing so you can continue.”
She grinned. “No, I’m out of practice, I haven’t danced in a while.” She said. “But I might be willing to give an encore since you lost this morning.”
“Could’ve fooled me… and lost what?”
Her grin turned into a smirk. “It took you long enough to wake up slowpoke.”
“What the hell, that’s not losing. Getting more sleep is winning so you lost again.” I laughed. This woman knew nothing.
“Nope, a lose is a lose.” She said and turned back around and returned to singing. “Don’t you forget about me because I beat you in your sleep.”
I got up with a drawn out exhale. “I’m going to leave you to it and have a shower now.”
“Alright, breakfast should be ready by the time you get out.” She said, flipping the bacon.
I nodded on my way out, not really knowing what to think about Sarada singing, dancing and cooking in my kitchen. It was probably the first and last time… but still, it was happening.
I took a quick shower, not wanting to waste any time. I went through my closet to find a pair of jeans and then got a T-shirt out of my dresser. Once I was dressed I went back to the kitchen. It was quiet now, no singing going on. I found Sarada sitting at the bar, two plates fixed. She was waiting for me.
Walking around to join her, I sat happily and gave her a smile. “Thanks for cooking. That bacon probably would have gone bad if you hadn’t.”
“You’re welcome, Mom always taught me not to waste food.” She smiled back. “And I made a bit more in case you’re really hungry.”
“I am, so thanks.” I told her before starting to eat. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had breakfast and honestly, I’d forgotten how good it was. I finished my entire plate before she ate a third of hers. “That was delicious.” I admitted happily before getting to my feet and only then did I drain my glass of water.
“Did you get enough? I don’t mind making more.” She offered.
“Oh, I’m stuffed.” I promised. “You just finish yours so we can get going. I need to get to the shop as soon as I can… and hopefully I won’t have to see your dad today.”
Sarada laughed at that. “Don’t worry, Mom has him MIA, she called me earlier.”
“And that’s why I love her.” I grinned.
“Me too.” She agreed, trying to finish the rest of her food. “I hope you know I’m wearing these home. Unless you’d rather have me steal a different shirt.”
“You can keep those.” I said, smiling at the fact that she wanted to steal them at all. “I don’t mind.”
“Good answer.” She teased. “I’ll be ready as soon as I fix my hair.”
I nodded. “You don’t have to rush. Eat your food at your own pace. We’ll go when you’re ready.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Boruto Uzumaki?” She asked. “My hot shot not in a rush, must be my lucky day.”
“I’ll leave the fast paced times to when I’m behind the wheel. For now, I’m in no rush.”
Once Sarada finished her food and fixed her hair we went and got in my car. She looked ridiculously cute in my too big clothes as she sat in my passenger seat and I started the car. The ride to the park would be too short… And I would hate to see her go.
Even if I would see her again in just a bit.
“So are we going to the park later… Or are you going to show up at the shop and nag me?” I asked as I pulled up to park next to her car.
“The shop.” She answered. “I’ll probably give Junior a ride if he isn’t there already.”
“Alright. Bring me lunch then. I'll be starving by the time your slow ass gets there.” I grinned darkly at her.
She tugged a blonde strand. “Whatever, hot shot. I’m tempted to drive slow on purpose.” She warned, looking smug.
“It wouldn't surprise me at all.” I snickered. “See you then.”
“Alright, bye.” She smiled and got out of the car, waving as she left.
I watched her get in her sports car and fire up the engine. She smirked at me before backing out and I just shook my head before leaving the park myself. I would never know what to do with that woman.
When I made it to the shop I thanked the heavens that nobody else was there. Unfortunately for me before I even made it inside I heard the loud rumble of Sarada’s dad’s car. I cursed, heart skipping a beat as I feared him kicking my ass for her staying at my place last night.
Why me… I didn't dare turn around as he pulled up. I walked on inside, hoping that somehow he would just decide to leave.
I walked in to check on some parts that I'd ordered. They were all there. I was glad. It was a nice day and most of them were simple to change out so I was going to do what work I could outside of the garage.
My breath hitched as I heard the door open behind me and I made myself turn around, cringing at the sight of mister high and mighty.
“Morning.” I greeted a bit bitterly.
He rolled up his sleeves and grunted. “Hn.”
Damn… He's definitely here to kick my ass. “Come to help me change out these parts?” I asked nervously.
“I came to show you how it’s done.” He stated. “Though I will admit, it isn’t as bad as I suspected it would be. Your father has done way worse.”
“You already inspected it? And you both need to chill the fuck out. I didn't wreck it.”
He raised an unimpressed eyebrow at me. “I need to what?” He asked, daring me to say it again. “You can damage a car severely without wrecking it. Be more careful.”
I rolled my eyes then. “Cut me some slack. It was my valve covers. I'm just tuning up today. That's it.”
“Really?” He mused. “So you didn’t leave it running in the shop?”
“W-what… n-no… I'd never do that.”
He smirked. “Of course not.” He came closer and the smirk faded. However, the look in his eyes softened. “You’re a smart kid, Boruto and you have good instincts. Yet your cockyness and pride could cost you one day, I should know. Listen to what Naruto and I tell you and learn from our mistakes.” He said and then sighed. “I swear you and Junior are going to give me gray hairs.”
I sighed then. “I'm sorry, ya know… I try my best. Junior though… I have nothing to do with that.”
Sarada’s dad shook his head, smiling. “Yes, he most certainly doesn’t look up to you like an elder brother. I suppose I should be grateful you aren’t like Itachi. Now that would be a nightmare.”
“Who says he doesn't look up to me like an older brother… sorry to disappoint you old man… But the kid idolizes me.” I smirked as I started grabbing as many parts as I could carry. “I don't think that’s a bad thing… Even though you might. And you know your brother is the shit.”
“Tch.” He huffed as he joined me. “I never should’ve agreed to let him babysit.”
“I haven’t seen him in a while. Guess he gave up on us since we got old and he had his own kids.”
“He’ll be around.” He smiled. “He always is, even when you preferred he wasn’t.”
“Just like you.” I muttered under my breath.
He smirked again but didn’t spare me a glance. “And I always will be you damn brat.”
“Don't I know it.” Fucking old man sure hadn't lost his hearing.
We carried everything outside and got to work. As much as I complained about it, I'd always loved having Sarada's dad's help. He was brilliant and skilled beyond my imagination. He had taught me everything I knew about mechanics. My dad was a racer… But he couldn't work on his own car for shit.
Between the two of us, it didn’t take too long to finish changing the parts. My car was finally back to the state it used to be, maybe a little better, not that I would admit it. Sarada and Junior came in just and we were wiping our hands, the smell of food calling me.
“Hey, Dad.” Junior smiled and then smirked at me. “Sup, Boruto. You gonna help me with my car next?”
“You totaled your car dumbass. Best thing you can do is get another one… or talk your dad into giving up his. You know his car is badass.”
Junior looked to his dad hopefully. “Well, that isn’t a bad suggestion.” He said, not asking him directly.
“And have you wreck that too? I don’t think so.” His dad said, tone firm. “You’re even more reckless than Boruto.”
“You could give it to me.” Sarada chimed in. “I’m a safe driver.”
“Your slow ass don't deserve such a ride.” The damn woman must have lost her mind. No way her dad would give her his prized mustang.
“Out of the three of you, you are the best candidate, Sarada.” He said and she smirked at me.
Junior groaned. “What the hell, Dad, you can’t be serious.”
“Only time will tell.” He mused and checked the time. “I have to go now, you kids behave yourselves.”
“Maybe we will… Maybe we'll steal your car without you knowing and take it for a ride… Who knows with us convicts.” I teased. It would be a fucking dream to drive that car.
Sarada’s dad chuckled darkly. “I’d like to see you try, brat.” He said and then left, giving a small wave over his shoulder.
“Your fucking dad… he thinks he's such hot shit but he is waaaaay past his prime. Bastard.”
Junior tossed his head back and laughed. “Oh I’d pay to see you take him on. It’d be funny as hell to watch him kick your ass.”
“I'm not my dad. He may have been hot shit back in the day but these days are mine. He knows it. You know it… And you-” I turned to Sarada, leaning towards her suggestively. “You damn sure know it.”
She blushed furiously and shoved my shoulder, speechless. No doubt she was thinking about last night.
Junior shook his head. “Yeah, I don’t wanna know what that’s about. If you ever decide to back it up, let me know so I can record you getting your ass beat.”
“That would never happen. I bet your dad would be too scared to race me anyway.” I laughed. “Let's eat. You guys took forever. I'm starving.”
“She was driving.” Junior told me and his sister smacked his arm.
“We did not take forever.” Sarada insisted as we all sat down and she passed us our food.
“Yes you did. But I expected it. I worked too hard today.” I sighed. It was true, but the harder I worked, the happier I was.
Sarada tilted her head at this. “Really? Were you able to finish?”
“Yep. We got it all done!” I grinned.
She grinned back and unwrapped her burger. “Good.”
“Hey, Boruto, do you think you could help me decide what car to get?” Junior asked. “Since mine’s beyond repair, I’m not sure if I want the same model. It couldn’t take the hit.”
“Hmm… if I were you I would go with a mustang like your dad's. They're built for dumbasses like you.”
Junior smiled despite the teasing. “Takes one to know one, asshole.”
“Hey… you guys wanna stay at my place tonight?” I asked, wanting the company. And if Junior was around… I would have to behave. At least for the most part.
“Hell yeah.” Junior said before taking a bite.
Sarada nodded her head. “Sure thing, but we’ll have to go back home and get some clothes.”
“Or . . .” Junior started, swallowing. “You could get the clothes and I can ride with Boruto to his house.”
“Yeah! Me and Junior will go grab some pizza and shit.”
She gave us an even look. “I don’t like the idea of you two getting into trouble, but I guess I could go home by myself.” She said. “Just please don’t go racing all over town, we don’t need the police complaining again.”
“The police don't even roll their eyes anymore when I pass by. They fucking love me.” I laughed as I finished up my burger. “Let's get going Junior… or… Sarada you better get a head start.”
She rolled her eyes. “We’ll see who gets there first.”
“Oh, Sis.” Junior said, clutching his heart with eyes full of pity.
I laughed loudly at her but said nothing as I jogged to my car. “Hurry Junior. We'll have to speed like hell to beat Sarada.”
“Oh, shit! Let’s go then!” He yelled as he quickly followed me.
We got in my car and I revved the engine to life, letting it roar before taking off so fast I knew for sure Sarada would give me hell later.
“So, Saturday. How are you feeling?” Junior asked. “Ready to give them hell?”
“Oh hell yeah.” I grinned. “Mitsuki is in the race too. He's pretty good so I think I'll be entertained.”
Junior huffed. “Hn . . . you have a point, but there's something off about that guy. I can’t stand him.”
“He's weird but cool. I like him since he likes me so much even though we always race against each other.” I sped along, cruising through the streets wide open.
“Sill don’t like the guy.” Junior said stubbornly. “But I’ll play nice.”
I laughed. “Think we can ride by the lake then get the pizza and get home before Sarada?”
“For sure.” He smirked, eyes lighting up in amusement. “Might even have time to get some dessert.”
“That's the damn truth.” We laughed together as I turned off to get on the highway and really air out the car.
Every now and then me and Junior would take a ride to the lake. But it had been a while since we had time so today, I was making time.
It was only a twenty minute ride and for me only ten, so we made it there and got out to skip some rocks across the water like we always did. I called and ordered the pizza while we were there, getting a bundle deal with some sodas and brownies too.
When we were kids Junior seemed so young and I didn't bother with him often… But as we got older, he never seemed too far behind me and he’d become one of my closest friends… But nobody was closer to me than Sarada.
“Race you to the car.” I said as I hung up my phone and slipped it in my pocket.
“Oh, you’re on.” He ginned. “Get ready to--wait, what the hell is that?” He asked, looking behind me.
I turned around curiously and he ducked out, taking off at a frightening speed.
“Fucking bastard!” I charged after him, but he still beat me. “Damn it… you never been slow like your sister.”
“With someone like you to keep up with? Never.” He said cockily. “Better watch your back, I’ll beat you on the streets one of these days.”
We got in the car and the atmosphere turned a bit cooler. “Do you think… your dad is going to let you start racing when you turn eighteen?... I mean… After what happened… It's been on my mind.”
Junior started playing with the hem of his shirt. “I don’t know.” He said honestly. “He was pissed. Mom too.”
“I know… And it scares me because you love the lifestyle so much. You've been at the shop everyday for your whole life and that shit had to happen right when you were so close to being able to race for real. If they take it away from you… I just don't know.”
He smiled sadly and pushed my arm with his. “Don’t go crazy on me.” He teased, trying to lighten the mood. “If I want to get out there though, I’ll have to prove to Dad that I can race and be safe but . . . .” His face dropped and he looked vulnerable, something he only did with those he saw as family. “I’m not gonna lie . . . . I’m scared I won’t be behind a wheel again.” He whispered and in moments like these it reminded me how young he was.
I hit the brakes so hard we both got whiplash and in a matter of seconds I’d pulled over on the side of the highway.
“Get out.” I ordered just before swinging my own door open and getting out myself.
Junior did as I said, wide eyed and confused. “W-what the hell, Boruto?”
“You're driving.” I said pointedly, refusing to take any arguments.
“No way.” He said in disbelief. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.” I promised as I got in the passenger seat and waited for him to get in.
He dashed over the driver’s side and got in, smiling wide as he looked at me. “I can’t believe this.”
“Don't be a slow ass either. We can't let your sister beat us. Onward to the pizza place!”
He laughed and floored the gas pedal. “Hold on!”
“That’s what the hell I'm talking about! Whew!”
With the windows down and him speeding through traffic, we were both having the time of our lives. We made it to the pizza place just as the pizza came out and we were home for a whole ten minutes before Sarada walked in.
“Tch, how did you two get here already?” She scoffed, carrying two bags.
“We only went around the whole damn state before coming here. Proves how slow you are.”
Junior tilted his head. “Did we only go around once? I’m pretty sure it was twice.” He mused.
“Oh, shut it you two!” She hissed as she placed the bags down. “I was helping Mom with some things before I left.”
“Sure you were.” I grinned as I carried the pizza boxes into the living room and sat them on the coffee table. “Junior pick out a movie. Your sister's taste is shit.”
“It is not.” She said. “Boruto was just a scaredy cat-- couldn’t handle it.”
Junior raised an eyebrow at me.
“What… I don't like those stupid ass movies.” I shrugged and went back to the kitchen for a beer.
I came back, popping the top as I sat on the couch and opened the box of pizza to grab a slice. Junior was still skimming through the movies as Sarada sat next to me and Junior finally picked a movie.
When Sarada sat stock still I bumped my shoulder against hers. “You better eat before me and Junior take it all.”
“Bottomless pits.” She teased, smiling.
Junior took one of the beanbags and grabbed a slice of pizza, spotting my beer. “Can I have one of those?” Sarada clicked her tongue, but he ignored her.
“Boy you better sit your young ass down.” I scoffed, giving him the eye that said he knew better than to ask me something like that around Sarada. “Fuck I look like.” I grumbled before chugging my beer.
He read the look loud and clear, playing along with a scowl. “Tch. I’m not that young, you don’t have to reject me every time I ask.”
“Of course he does, don’t make him get in trouble just because you want to be rebellious.” Sarada scolded and then turned to me. “Thank you, Boruto. At least I know one of you can be responsible when I’m not around.”
Her words felt like a knife to my heart because I was guilty of letting the bastard have a drink every now and then when it was just the two of us.
“Don’t act like you’re the perfect child, Sis. We both know you got that belly button piercing when you were sixteen.” Junior smirked.
“You did… What?” I croaked. I'd never seen such a thing… But then I'd never seen her bare belly either. “You have one of those, Sarada?”
She blushed and glared down at her brother. “I do.”
I killed my beer and turned to her with cold eyes. “Show me.”
She stiffened beside me and Junior paused the trailers. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” He said and left.
“And why would I do that?” She asked, not meeting my gaze.
“I showed you my tattoo.” I huffed, meaning I would see what she was hiding one way or another.
“Hmmm, no. That was your ‘wound’ remember?” She reminded, slightly smiling.
Damn woman… she was slow as fuck but not forgetful in the least. “But then you seen my tattoo. So fucking show me.”
She pushed up her glasses and finally looked at me. “Not happening, hot shot.” She grinned.
We would see about that. I finished my pizza and got up to trash my empty can and get another. I scowled at the refrigerator for a moment as I thought about Sarada and her fucking attitude. One of these days I would set her straight.
On my way back to the living room Junior came around the wall, nearly running into me. “The hell?” I shrieked quietly.
He chucked before giving me a suggestive look. “I’ll turn in early tonight, so please keep it in your pants until then. I really don’t want to see that.”
I popped him in the back of the head. “Don't think about your sister that way. Think she would let my dick come out my pants… Bitch please.”
I wish.
“Ow.” He hissed quietly. “Don’t take your sexual frustration out on me. I don’t want to see her like that, that’s why I’m saying this shit. If you can’t see the way she looks at you, then you really are a dumbass.”
“She's my best friend. You're an idiot. And I don't have sexual frustration. I could have any girl I want.”
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Boruto. When you decide to stop living in the land of denial, come talk to me. I’ve got your back.”
“Are you playing the movie or what?” I snapped, ready to end this conversation.
“Hn.” He grunted, leading the way back to the living room.
I sat back next to Sarada and grabbed another slice of pizza. She was eating a slice, her second one and staring ahead at the TV while junior finally played the movie.
“Oh a comedy… Good.” I mumbled with my mouth full.
We settled in and watched the movie, laughing our asses off half the time. We ate as much as we could and I downed a total of six beers. Before the movie came to an end, Junior got up with a yawn.
“I’m out, see you two in the morning.” He said and gave me a pointed look.
“Hey, you pulling out the air mattress or what?” I asked knowing damn well he wasn't getting in my bed.
“I’m the guest Boruto, of course I’m taking the bedroom.” He said as if I asked a stupid question. “You can sleep with me, Sis. Or not.” He added, giving me another look before leaving.
I couldn't believe his ass. I wanted him to come just to keep me in check and he was throwing my ass to the wolves. As soon as he was gone I forgot about the movie and turned to Sarada.
“Pull up your shirt.”
“Huh?” She breathed, completely off guard.
“You heard me. Strip it.” I ordered.
Sarada picked up the blanket over the couch and wrapped it around herself. “It isn’t a big deal, I don’t know why you’re so determined to see my piercing.”
“Because… I've never seen one.” I lied lamely.
She gave me a small smile. “Really now.”
“Yeah… So show me.” I said before asking, “Please.”
“Aw, poor thing.” She cooed and slowly moved the blanket. “I’m only going to show you once.” She warned as her hands took hold of the hem of her shirt.
I held my breath as she pulled it over her belly button, a dark purple butterfly piercing shining in the light.
I breathed in slowly, my eyes taking in the gem and her soft creamy skin. “That's sexy as fuck.” I said loud and clear before meeting her widening eyes. “Yeah… you heard me. I said that it's sexy. As. Fuck.”
She blushed hard and put her shirt back down, dropping her gaze to my chest. “So, uh, so is your tattoo.” She said quietly.
It was my eyes that widened then. “So now you can say it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked, confused.
“You said it before…” I trailed off.
Her face drew up in thought for a moment before she gasped. “You mean I said that out loud?!” She squeaked, despite saying it just now.
“Yeah you did… And then pretended like you didn't.”
“Is that . . . is that why you were upset?” She asked.
I turned away from her then. “No.” I lied.
“Well . . . regardless . . . I’m admitting it now.” She whispered.
I don't think she’d ever had me speechless before… But it took me a moment to reply. “But why… Why admit it now?”
“You admitted it first, so I wanted to too.”’ She defended. “Shouldn’t I have?”
“Actually… you admitted it first… then denied it.”
Sarada puffed out her cheeks. “I mean to say it out loud.”
“What the hell… you said it out loud the first time too.”
“I didn’t mean to!”
I clicked my tongue at that. “I already know that… but that’s not the point. You said it either way. Then you had to act like a scared ass and be all ‘say what?’.”
“Tch!” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
A smirk found its way to my lips. “We should compare our sexy bodies.” I suggested, wiggling my brows at her.
She raised a brow at that. “Are you trying to say you’re better looking than I am?”
“Hmm.” I took a moment to pretend like I was actually thinking about it. “It’s hard to say… I only seen a small part or yours, whereas you seen me half naked.”
“Boruto Uzumaki, you better not be suggesting what I think you are.” She said, smirking back. “Does your teasing know no bounds?”
“Who said I was teasing? And I can’t help that you’re such a scared ass. I’d show you all of me in a heartbeat… every last inch.”
Her smirk faltered. “You would not.”
“You really think that?” I cocked a brow, hoping she’d try me.
“I do.” She said confidently, though her cheeks were still red.
“Okay then.” I laughed as I tugged off my shirt and then stood, my hands going to unbuckle my belt without hesitation.
Her eyes widened. “Wait!” She said, taking hold of my hands. “I’m definitely not ready for that.”
“You sure about that?” I asked, looking down at her hands that were on mine as I held my belt. “Looks to me like you want to do it yourself.”
“You are teasing me.” She pouted and then got a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Two can play at this game.” She said and pushed my hands out of the way, unbuckling my belt.
“If you think I’m gonna stop you, you’re sadly mistaken.” I murmured, wishing like hell she’d follow through.
“Really?” She asked and threw my belt to the floor, her hands now moving to the button of my jeans.
“Damn right. Take them off. Faster.”
She bit her lip and unbuttoned them, not hesitating to pull down the zipper. “Do your boxers still have little race cars on them like when we were younger?”
I smirked at that. “Take off my pants and see for yourself.”
Sarada got off the couch and stepped closer. She slowly pulled my jeans past my hips and let them fall the rest of the way, her darks eyes never leaving mine, sparking with mischief.
“Now this is a whole other level of sexy.” I grinned darkly at her, my eyes narrowing on her.
Her blushed deepened and she finally looked down, taking in my glory. “Right, No race cars.” She squeaked.
“Nope. Alright now, you gotta strip off some too. Then you can see the rest.” I chuckled.
She scowled to cover up her embarrassment and shoved my chest, pushing me back onto the couch. “I would say keep your pants on, but well . . . ” She sassed, hands on her hips. “You really wanna keep challenging me, Boruto?”
“No, I want to check you out… I mean look at me. Don’t you like what you see… I want to have the same pleasure.”
“I’m not feeding your ego.” She said and took off her glasses. “Hold these.”
I took her glasses and tossed them on the beanbag behind me before leaning down so my lips were close to her ear. “Come on now… Don’t make me have to strip you myself. Though, I can’t say I’d mind.”
“You strip me and I’ll punch you again.” She threatened and let her hands travel to the hem of her shirt. “Don’t make fun of me either.”
“Make fun of you?” I sputtered. “I promise that is the last thing you have to worry about.”
She nodded and lifted the shirt over her head, revealing her upper body and black bra. My eyes raked over her greedily. She was shaped so perfectly, beautiful curves. I wanted to touch her soft skin, kiss it even. That butterfly caught my eyes again and I stared at it for a moment before looking lower.
“The pants too.” I croaked out, my voice having deepened just at the sight of her.
I didn’t know what the hell we were doing… but I sure as hell didn’t want it to end.
“I’m getting there.” She breathed, all the blood in her body having gone to her face considering how long she’s been blushing.
She unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper, eyes down cast. Then she shimmied out of them and they dropped to the floor. My eyes locked on her black panties and I suddenly couldn’t find my breath. Sarada was really standing before me in nothing but her underwear and she looked too fucking good. Her body was perfect and so was she. I enjoyed gazing at her for much longer than I should have, but not as long as I would have liked.
“Black huh?” I mused, my blue eyes heated as they continued to take her in. “You just keep getting sexier.”
“So I am the better looking one?” She mused, most likely to distract herself.
I nodded slowly, still shamelessly checking her out. “Damn right you are. I never stood a chance.”
She smiled at that. “Do you ever?”
“Guess not… I mean here I am practically naked and you’re not even checking me out.” I sighed.
“Maybe if you gave me back my glasses, I would.” She said, holding out her hand.
“Damn… no wonder I lost, you can’t even see what’s right before you.” I turned quickly to grab her glasses and carefully placed them on her face. “How about now?” I grinned.
Her eyes slowly trailed down before coming back up, just as slowly. “It’s-” She broke off in a high pitched voice and cleared her throat. “It’s alright.”
I laughed and bent down to grab my T-shirt and tossed it onto her head. “Put this on and let’s watch another movie before Junior catches us being a couple of idiots.”
“You’re the idiot.” She giggled, but did as she was told.
We sat on the couch together, watching a second movie that was a slow burn romance from hell. The last thing I needed to see-- with Sarada resting against me in nothing but her underwear and my too big T-shirt and me in my briefs. I was laying back on the couch lazily, my arm behind her which is how I always sat when we were this close. Strangely enough, being with her like this didn’t feel awkward or too intimate. It felt normal. This is how we were… and I was perfectly content with us being just like this.
“God you look good.” “Are you just gonna state?” For A Walk in the Park sasusaku please?
Thanks for the request anon! Writing for our A Walk in the Park sasusaku made Kana and I very happy! XD
Uchiha Family
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Sasuke-
I was putting on my cufflinks as I walk across our bedroom. Sakura was in the bathroom fixing her make up for our date despite me telling her she didn’t need any, she was just as beautiful as the day I met her. It had only been a year since we were married, a short and wonderful year. The first weeks after the honeymoon were filled with picking out furniture and paint colors to make the house our own. I found that married life wasn’t too different except for moments like these when I just stopped and looked at her.
She pulled back her long pink hair into a clip, a few strands falling against the nape of her neck. Her lips were a strawberry red and only one of her eyes wore mascara. A long sleeveless, black dress hugged her upper body and flowed down from her hips. She hadn’t put on her heels yet and one foot peaked out, tapping in frustration.
“Ugh. This clip is not working.” She groaned before pulling the clip out and running her hands through her hair in exasperation.
I silently watched as she plugged in her curling iron next, letting it warm up as she finished her mascara. The whole scene was so domestic that it hurt. Married life only made me weak to moments like this and a smile would find my lips before I realized it. I crossed my arms over my white button up and leaned against the door frame.
“We don’t have to go out tonight.” I told her. “I’m more than happy having dinner here.”
“We are most certainly going out tonight. This is a very special occasion. We have dinner here every night!” She huffed before turning to look at me, a bit more emotional than she normally was. Her eyes softened the instant she took me in and she sighed. “I will be ready in half an hour, I promise. Go… go get the car ready.”
I raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging on my lips. “Sakura, love, the car is already ready.”
The responding look she gave me then had me holding up my hands and backing away from the bathroom. I learned long ago that that look was not to be messed with, however it seemed to be making an appearance more than usual. Her behavior couldn’t be blamed on the fact that today was our one year anniversary, she’s been acting a bit odd for a while now. Her moods changed at the drop of a hat and she looked stressed. This past week she has been a lot less talkative and I wondered if whatever was causing her stress was getting to her.
I had asked her more than once what was wrong, but she would smile and insist it was nothing. I didn’t want to press the issue tonight, not when we should be celebrating, but I would get her to talk to me. Sometimes if was best if I let her tell me on her own, but I was impatient.
Perhaps tomorrow afternoon I would have her sit down for a chat. I went over to the closet and grabbed my black suit jacket. I put it on and glanced in the mirror, making sure there were no wrinkles. All that was left was my tie. I picked it up from the dresser and quickly tied it with practiced ease, buttoning my jacket after.
Sakura came out of the bathroom a moment later, her beautiful hair hanging in loose curls. Her makeup was done perfectly and she seemed to be in a lighter mood now. She looked me over, eyes softening as that sweet smile pulled her lips apart to reveal her teeth.
“God you look good.” She breathed, eyes traveling over me greedily. She didn’t move or say anything else for a while, she just continued to take me in.
“Are you just gonna stare?” I asked, purposely moving closer. “Come on, we’re going to be late.” I reminded and gave her a chaste kiss.
“Fine. I’ll do my staring on the way there.” She muttered, grabbing her purse and then my hand.
“Shoes.” I told her.
“Damn it.” She huffed, releasing my hand and dropping her purse to sit on the bed and reach for her heels.
My hand beat her to them and I got on one knee. “Let me.”
“Sweet ass.” She giggled then and watched as I put on her heels.
I helped her stand and she grabbed her purse once more, finally ready. She took my hand again and we made our way outside to the car and I opened the passenger door.
“After you, Mrs. Uchiha.”
“Why thank you, Mr. Uchiha.” She grinned as she got in before giving me a suggestive look.
I kept my eyes locked on hers as I got into the driver’s seat. “We only have fifteen minutes to get there. What will you do if we don’t make it?” Her charms weren’t distracting me from the time.
She let out a laugh that I felt vibrate through me. “Come on now, we don’t have to worry about that. This is you driving. Or did you forget?”
“Hn.” I agreed. “You make a compelling argument.” I said and started the car, taking in her smug expression. It only served to flatter her and even though I loved it when she wore pink, there was just something about seeing her in back that drove me crazy. “Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?”
“Not tonight.” She sighed, smiling happily at me as I got on the road. “But you told me this morning.”
“Did I?” I asked, returning her smile. “It’s as true now as it was then, love.”
Needless to say we arrived in time and were shown to our seats by the hostess. I ordered some wine along with a bowl of sweet rolls. Sakura was in a good mood and I wanted to keep it like that, distracting her from whatever was on her mind. I wanted her to focus on us and relax, she deserves to enjoy herself– especially tonight.
Sakura-
Having dinner with Sasuke tonight on our anniversary was very important to me, for more than one reason. I had been stressing all day long about tonight being as perfect as it could be. Though I had a wardrobe, hair and makeup malfunction, we had made it to the restaurant on time. Sasuke had made our reservation over a month prior and there was no way I’d let us miss it.
We didn’t go out to nice places like this often, but we didn’t have an anniversary every day either. Though this was only our first anniversary, it was extra special. Sasuke had been working as much as I had lately and we hadn’t had enough time together– even if we were together every second that we weren’t working.
Things hadn’t changed much in our relationship. We still went to the park everyday with Luna. We went and had dinner with my parents on occasion, and we visited Itachi as often as we could. Sometimes, our family would visit us. Which was nice being that our home was our home and we could have people over… it was just that we didn’t take well to unexpected visitors because we were all too often holed up in our room.
We’d long ago demanded everyone to call ahead of time if they planned to come to our home.
It may have been a year, but we were still enjoyed the newlywed life. The way Sasuke and I felt about each other, how we could never get enough of each other had never changed… it would never change. We were both hopelessly in love and it wasn’t often that we wished to share each other with other people– if we didn’t have to for something like work.
The wine and rolls arrived as I watched Sasuke from across the table, my mind spinning with many things. There was something important I had to tell him tonight and he was completely oblivious. Or at least, he seemed to be. I asked for a water as well and finally looked away from him to study the menu. I’d only been to this place once before so I wasn’t familiar with it.
“What are you having?” I asked him as I skimmed through the entrees and appetizers.
“The steak and bagna cauda … I thought you liked this wine?” He asked, confused at my order of water.
I blanched a bit at his observation but quickly waved him off. “Oh I do, you know that. I just wanted to have the water with my food.” For all he knew, I could be extremely thirsty. I really hoped he wouldn’t push the issue.
Sasuke nodded in understanding. “I’m going to start without you, though.” He warned, taking a sip of his glass.
“That’s fine.” I smiled, wanting him to enjoy himself as much as he could. “I really don’t know what I want… I’m thinking shrimp maybe.”
“The shrimp fra diavolo is good.” He suggested, leaning over to point to it.
“Sounds fancy.” I grumbled. Fancy places were nice, but I was such a simple girl. I had to be annoying Sasuke by now. “Well I’ll just have that. But I want a salad first.”
He leaned back in his seat. “Alright. Mind if I steal your tomatoes?” He asked, watching my reaction carefully.
“I already planned to give them to you.” I admitted sheepishly just before the waitress came with my water and to take our order. Sasuke ordered for both of us thankfully. I didn’t even want to think about trying to pronounce the fancy named food.
“One steak and bagna cauda, shrimp and fra diavolo and a salad with extra tomatoes.” He said, not bothering to look at the waitress.
She took our menus and left then, leaving me to think over how and when I was going to talk to Sasuke about what had been on my mind so much recently. I sighed as I thought about it and knew he was watching me. I knew he wanted to know as badly as I wanted to tell him… but I was a bit fearful of his reaction.
“Sakura, relax.” He chided with a chuckle. “Although, I’m flattered that a date with me can still give you butterflies.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words, they were true enough but it wasn’t just that tonight. “There’s something I need to… talk to you about.”
“What is it?” He asked, expression turning concerned. “What’s wrong?”
Honestly, I didn’t know what the right words were– or if there were any. I was nervous, even thinking about not telling him right now… but I’d been putting it off for almost two weeks. That was far too long to hold a secret from my husband.
“You remember when I got sick a while back?” I asked first, trying to remain calm and gauging his every reaction.
His eyes widened a bit and he lowered his voice. “You aren’t sick again, are you?” He asked, voice filled with worry.
“Well no…” I trailed off, cleared my throat and stared at my water.
“Tch.” Sasuke huffed before sighing in relief. “Don’t scare me like that. You know how I am when it comes to your health.” He lightly scolded.
“There is something though…” I admitted, still not able to just blurt it out.
“What is it?” He asked, not having a clue. “Is it something bad?”
“That’s just the thing… I’m not really sure.”
Sasuke furrowed his brow. “You’ve lost me … what are you trying to tell me here?”
I shifted in my seat before meeting his eyes and letting the words fall from my lips. “I’m pregnant.”
Sasuke’s body froze and his gaze dropped to my stomach, his eyes widened in shock.
“When I got sick, they put me on antibiotics and I did know they could affect my birth control, but we used other precautions for a couple weeks. You know that. But… somehow… I still got pregnant.” I explained, watching his shocked expression and becoming more worried by the second.
Sasuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he returned his gaze to my stomach, reaching a trembling hand over to grab mine. “You … You’re pregnant?” He whispered, holding my hand tightly.
I nodded, trying not to cry. He wasn’t mad or even disappointed. A bit shocked, but that was understandable. “I am. We’re going to have a baby.”
“We’re going to have a baby.” He repeated, finally looking into my eyes. “We’re going to have a baby.” He said again, breaking out into a grin.
I couldn’t help it then, tears brimmed in my eyes but I grinned just as broadly as he did. “I love you.” I whispered, my heart feeling even fuller now than he’d already made it feel since I’d met him.
He brought my hand to his lips, just holding it there, and looked at me with all the love he could muster. “God, Sakura, I love you.” He whispered, breath hot against my hand. “I can’t believe it … I’m going to be a father.”
“I know… I still can’t believe it.” I giggled then, beyond thrilled that he was this happy. Once again he gave me more reasons to love him.
“Of course, the wine.” He said, almost to himself. “How hadn’t I noticed, this is why you’ve been acting strange. Damn it, my hands won’t stop shaking.”
“I’m sorry… I’ve been thinking of the perfect way to tell you and I felt tonight would be best. Another reason to celebrate as long as you weren’t upset by the news. I’ve been full of nerves too but… I’m so excited to start this new chapter in our lives– together with you. I mean, there’s a part of us growing inside me. It’s crazy, isn’t it?”
Sasuke brought my hand down and held it firmly between his, shaking his head. “I never thought … I never thought I would find someone to love, much less have children. You’ve given me so much and now we’re going to be parents? I– thank you, love.”
“No, thank you… You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.” I sniffled, wanting to throw myself across the table and into his arms but I wouldn’t cause a scene.
“You make me the happiest man in the world.” He returned and then suddenly pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number and the other line picked up. “Itachi? You better get your act together because I don’t want my child picking up any of your bad habits… . Yes, you heard right, Sakura and I are having a baby… … Yes … . I know … … One second.” He said and handed the phone over to me. “He wants to talk to you.”
It was nice knowing Sasuke was excited enough to call Itachi immediately, but I hadn’t been expecting to discuss my pregnancy with anyone else so soon. I cleared my throat before greeting Itachi over the phone.
“Hello, Itachi.” I said, unsure of what his reaction would be.
“I’m so happy for you, little sister.” Itachi told me. “This is wonderful news, another Uchiha being brought into the world. I’m certain you will be a magnificent mother.”
“Thank you so much.” I said, unable to form any other words for fear of breaking into serious tears.
“I can’t wait to see the little one, you musn’t let Sasuke stop me from babysitting. I fully intend to spoil this child and pass on all of my great habits.”
I laughed and shook my head just thinking about how Sasuke and Itachi would be when the baby was actually born. “Well, I can’t wait to see how it goes.” I knew Itachi would love our baby deeply, so I certainly would trust him babysitting. But, I wouldn’t be worrying about a babysitter right away. If he wanted to stay over, I wouldn’t argue but for the first few months, my baby wouldn’t be leaving me.
“That is good enough for me.” He said. “I have much more to say, but I am well aware of the date. I’ll let you two get back to your anniversary dinner.”
“Thank you, I’ll let Sasuke tell you bye.” I said before handing the phone back to Sasuke.
He put the phone to his ear and looked at me fondly. “Itachi… .Yeah, I will… … I’ll see you then.” I thought that was the end of it, but he called Naruto next, the blonde screaming on the other line.
Naruto was thrilled that Hinata and I were going to have children around the same age. She’d announced her pregnancy a couple months back. Well, Naruto had done most of the announcing. I was happy to be pregnant along with her as well, but Sasuke and Naruto… well, they were on another level.
I could hear Naruto’s booming voice on the phone from across the table as he told Sasuke he was coming over to celebrate. Sasuke looked like he was going to agree. This news had obviously made him forget what today was.
“Of course, but not tonight, dope.” Sasuke said. “It’s my anniversary.” He ordered and hung up the phone.
Yet again, my love for him grew.
The remainder of our night out was spent in complete happiness. We ate, we laughed, Sasuke eventually moved over to my side of the table and held me as we made promises to be the best parents we could be. We hadn’t been expecting it and we were still young, but we would love this child as much as we loved each other. We would put them before anything else– always.
Things wouldn’t always be easy… maybe they never would be… but we were both eager to have this new member of our family.
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Thanks for reading! This will also be posted on FF under the completed A Walk in the Park story, as will any oneshots written for this story.
