𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽

Boruto patted the log bench lightly before settling down to sit. “How’s the village doing?” He asked casually, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his golden brow.

With a graceful movement, Sumire settled onto the log bench, gently placing the hem of her dress underneath her. “It’s rebuilding and healing, but it will take time …”

Bolt hummed in response, a sweet melody that was soothing to her ears. She quietly watched as he brought the bamboo bottle of water to his mouth and tipped his head back, taking a few generous gulps. “You came all the way here to visit me, huh …” His intense stare held her captive for a moment, but she couldn't sustain the connection and dropped her gaze to her lap.

“Umm, yeah.” She softly whispered back as her fingers nervously fidgeted with the fabric of her dress. “I just missed you a lot ….”

After a moment of silence, came his response - a sangfroid “Oh”.

The moment she heard that word, her gaze shot up to meet his baby blue eye, searching for a hint of his true feelings. “Did you miss me …?” Her heart pounding in her chest, she held her breath and waited for his answer; the weight of the moment seemed to press down on them both.

Boruto tilted his head to the side, observing her with a faint smile. “Yeah, it’s been lonely.”

Sumire exhaled through her nostrils, her heart doing somersaults in her chest. Despite her joy, she had to ask him directly about a certain someone. “Has Sarada not visited you …?”

As soon as he heard her name, his smile faded instantly, replaced by a look of indifference. “She’s been keeping a distance from me.” He lowered his head and dropped his gaze to the ground in guilt. “Everyone hates me …”

With a fierce look in her eyes, Sumire grabbed him by the chin, pulling him back until their faces were inches apart, her grip firm and unwavering. “Don’t say that!” She declared, her voice rose an octave, piercing through the forest with a sharp edge then dropped to a stage whisper, “because I don’t hate you and l will always be by your side, Boruto-kun.”

Under the fluttering leaves of the old oak tree, they stared into each other's eyes deeply, their gazes locked in a silent conversation that spoke volumes about their unspoken feelings. He could see the light freckles adorning her beautiful face; the blond never knew she had such an adorable feature. There weren't many things Boruto liked but deep down he always desired Sumire Kakie. That’s right, she was always by my side, never betraying me.

Warmth blossomed in Sumire’s chest, sparks igniting as Bolt leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of her lavender perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in her stomach. But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, Boruto-kun’s pink lips impossibly soft against her own.

Lost in the moment, Sumire closed her eyes, her fingers threading into his damp golden hair, holding him close. Her first kiss taken just like that and she didn’t want to separate but the sudden lack of air caused her lungs to constrict.

The scientist tiled her head to the side, a soft breath passing her lips as she and Bolt parted for only a short moment to catch their breath before reuniting their lips. “I love you so much!”

Bolt cradled her head in his hands, and parted his mouth slightly, capturing her bottom lip in between his and sucking on it gently.

Sumire sighed softly, her cheeks dusting pink as she tightened her hold on his hair. She felt Boruto gently prod her lips with his tongue, silently asking for access. She parted her mouth, allowing the boy of her dreams entrance. “Mhmm~” She moaned sweetly, feeling his tongue teasingly run along hers. Her legs quivered as she reached out to grip his white shirt.

They exchanged warm saliva and made out for God knows how long, completely lost in their own world.

                                 XxX

Bolt yanked Sumire into his cabin and pushed her against the wall, his large hands scooping her wrists up so that he could pin them above her head, rendering her useless.

The cold wood bit into her skin as he pressed her against it, his warm lips crashed into hers like a tsunami on the coarse beach sands. He kissed her like he loved her and hated her all at the same time.

Sumire felt like she was going to explode. Like he was pressing into her so hard that her ribs might give out and break. Honestly, the scientist didn’t mind that idea. If she could have absorbed Boruto into her body somehow, she would have. He was everywhere. His patchouli scent was heavy in her nose, the minty taste of him on her tongue as he devoured her, and she could feel every inch of his muscled body pressed up against her, trapping her there against the wall.

Bolt kept her wrists gripped in one hand, his free hand running down her petite body, hastily unbuttoning the front of her shirt.

“B-Boruto-kun.” Sumire mumbled against his lips, opening her eyes to see him staring back at her, dark with lust. “What about Sarada?” Her voice came out hoarse, and as his lips moved to her cheek and down her neck, she couldn’t help but let out a breathy sound. A cross between a sigh and a moan as she tried to keep the noises at bay.

“What about her?” He murmured against her soft skin, inhaling her sweat infused lavender scent. “Don’t worry, l don’t like her in a romantic way …” His voice had never sounded so deep in her ears before.

Sumire could barely breathe as his hand dipped under her skirt, easily slipping past the thin fabric of her underwear. He took a second to feel the soft material between his fingers, and she could feel him smile against her neck. “Lace?” She couldn’t even nod. All words had completely escaped her as well. “Cute ...”

And then he was pressing into her, fingers running along her velvety folds. He swallowed thickly, his hold on her wrists becoming so tight that it was slightly painful. Sumire didn’t care. She wanted him to hurt her. Any sensation was a good sensation at this point. He must have felt how wet she was already for him. Now he knew that kissing him outside the cabin had practically killed her.

“So soft.” Boruto spoke gently to her, but his deep voice cracked. He was trying to stay soft with her, but now that the dam had finally broken, it was hard to keep himself in check. There were years of pent-up sexual tension finally bubbling to the surface. 

His lips continued to suck against her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin every once in a while. The scientist was sure that there would be marks tomorrow morning. Either he wasn’t thinking about the dark hickeys that he was leaving, or he just didn’t care. She would take whatever he gave her. She wanted it all.

His finger pressed against that small bundle of nerves, causing her hips to jerk forward in surprise. He let out a small hiss, removing his lips from her neck so that he could run his nose gently up the expanse of her throat, straightening out to his full height so that his smoldering blue eye could bore into hers.

“Be good for me, okay? I need you to stand as still as possible.” Sumire nodded quickly as he leaned back down, nuzzling his face into her neck once again so that he could get better leverage. The height difference, in this case, was beginning to get annoying. She looked almost delicate, so tiny in front of him. His fingers gathered up her slick before invading her heated entrance.

He didn’t ask for permission or warn her, rather he just slipped them inside of her without any hesitation. Like he owned her pussy!Truth be told, it was his rightful property. His slender digits had her head lolling back against the wooden wall, her eyes screwing shut tightly as she tried to keep her hips as still as possible. 

“Nngh~” A audible moan escaped her lips as his fingers curled slightly inside of her, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he began to successfully work her up into a frenzy. The scientist was already roused up to the point that she could feel herself immediately building up, her abdomen tightening with every thrust of his slender digits and every brush of his thumb. That combined with his teeth and tongue constantly teasing the skin of her throat, it was more than enough. He was enough.

Sumire suddenly lets out a whimper when he slowly slipped his fingers out of her, watching as he smiled that slow, sly smile of his. Without releasing the hold on her wrists, he dragged her into the bedroom. She barely managed to gather herself before realizing he was probably going to fuck her stupid. Oh Kami!

Bolt was slipping his white shirt off of his shoulders before the door was even fully closed, kicking off his shinobi sandals as quickly as he could before descending upon her.

An adorable yelp rushed through her lips as he slid the straps down off of her shoulders and with one firm yank, the dress pooled in a pile on the floor. He took a second to pull back so that he could admire her purple lace panties. “Just like I thought. Cute ...”

Sumire squirmed under his heated gaze, moving her hands to her shirt so that she could remove that too. “Let me …” He brushed her arms away, wanting to do it for her.

Looking back at his perfect six-pack abs, she ran a manicured finger down along them as he made quick work of her striped pattern necktie and white shirt. “I want you to keep your feet planted on the floor but turn around and face the bed.” The order came and the purple-haired girl was quick to do as he said but mewled when he gently pushed her forward. She placed her forearms on the mattress, keeping her back arched, her petite ass in the air.

Bolt sucked in a breath, his belt jingling as he kicked the pants off. He must have liked the panties more than he was letting on, because he merely slipped them to the side, taking a good look at her warmth. “Fuck, so pretty …”

He slid his hand over his length, giving it a few good pumps before he froze. “I don’t have a condom.” He mumbled out, defeat edging its way into his voice.

“I don’t care; I want you raw.” It was irresponsible, the scientist knew that. Saying something like that was so unlike her, but she truly felt like she would regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t fuck him right now.

“I’m willing to risk it if you are ...” He seemed to be in the same boat. 

Sumire quickly nodded, gripping the duvet covers tightly between her fingers as she felt the head of his member press against her slick folds. “Please. Please just fuck me, Boruto-kun.” She didn’t need him to try and warm her up - to gently slip in so that it wouldn’t be a painful fit. She desperately needed him inside of her.

Bolt didn’t say a word, rather he let out a loud moan at her panicked insistence and pressed his hips forward. At this angle it felt like he was in her stomach. Pain and pleasure melted together, a loud moan leaving her own mouth as she let her forehead press against the soft mattress.

Her virgin blood trickled down his shaft as Boruto waited for her whimpering to pass. “Ahnn! Ohhnnn fuck!” The pace that he immediately set had her gripping for dear life onto the duvet, the nicely made bed a mess in seconds.

Boruto kept one hand planted on the small of her back, the other one gripping hard at her thigh. The violette could feel the weight of his stare on her ass, and she somehow managed to twist her torso so that she could watch him.

Seeing the expression on his face was enough to have her letting loose another loud moan. He was gorgeous, his sharp jawline twitching as he clenched and unclenched his teeth. His lone azure eye was fully focused on her, eating up every jiggle of soft supple skin. She watched him pump in and out of her, reaching a hand back so that she could feel the assault. Her small, nimble fingers ran along his length, slick from her own heat and his precum.

“Fuck.” Bolt cursed again, his electric blue flickering to her fucked out face. He removed his hand from her back, reaching out for her, leaning over her body so that he could grab her neck.

“OHHMMFFF! AHH! HAAA!” Sumire cried out obscenely as Boruto pulled her until her back was flush against his muscled chest, still violently pistoning in and out of her.

The hand that was on her thigh repositioned itself so that he could lift her leg, making it easier for him to fuck her at the same startling pace. He was using the height difference to his advantage.

“You are mine!” Bolt growled animalistically and squeezed down on her neck to silence her lewd moans, his wet lips pressing against her red cheek, the corner of her lips - anywhere he could reach.

The scientist was close, and he had edged her enough at the door, and the angle was enough to have her gasping for air. “Not yet …” He must have felt her fluttering walls and known what was about to happen.

Sumire wasn’t sure how long she could push off her climax. She shook her head quickly, her lips parted, tongue lolling out. “Ohhhnnn, pleaseee~!" She whimpered pathetically as he quickened his pace, his hips brutally snapping into her, sounds of skin slapping on skin fills the room. She could feel his moans rumbling in his chest, his breathy pants hot in her ear.

“Gonnacumgonnacumgonnacum-” Sumire was past the point of being able to form coherent sentences, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“I wanna cum with you. I’m close.” There was something so endearingly intimate about the way that he said it. “Where do you want it? Tell me quick.” Bolt breathed out, sweat dripping down his forehead in steady streams.

The brilliant scientist wasn’t sure how it happened. Maybe Boruto had fucked all of the common sense right out of her body, but her answer was immediate. “Please for the love of god cum inside of me.” His grip on her throat tightened, and he grunted out her name against the top of her head. “Fill me up. Please-”

“Oh fuck, I’m going to pump you full.” Bolt spoke through clenched teeth then without any warning the hand that was on her throat moved down, his palm pressing against her abdomen as he worked her clit. The stimulation along with the brutal way he was fucking her was enough to push her over the edge.

Sumire didn’t have time to silence herself. Didn’t have time to try and be courteous to anyone else. Her moans turned to screams, her eyes closing tightly as he continued to pound into her. She felt him twitch inside of her, his hold on her thigh tightening to the point where she was sure to have a palm sized bruise there tomorrow.

His warmth spilled inside of her, his heavy pants dissolving into moans. It was a string of curses, followed by her name. He took extra care with shaping each syllable of her name. He wanted her to know without really having to actually say it. 

Please don’t let this be a one-time thing. Please-God. 

“Boruto, nooo!!!” A guttural scream ripped from Sarada’s throat as she shot up in her bedroll and gripped her chest, the fabric of her black tube shirt becoming a ball under her shaky fingers. She wanted to yell, cry, plead — all at once.

Without a word, Pakkun walked over to the Uchiha Heiress and settled in her lap. They sat in silence, the only sounds being Sarada’s heavy breathing as she remembered her dreams — no, nightmares.

“This Boruto fella is really something, huh …” Pakkun’s aged voice reeled her in from her thoughts, like how a fish might escape from the bait.

“Enough resting, lead the way!”

                                 Xxx

The sun was beginning to rise, painting the sky with bright warm orange and pink. “Why did that dream feel so real …?” Sarada asked herself, biting down on her bottom lip as she frantically jumped from branch to branch, tailing Pakkun behind. “First the wedding, now this …”

Nerves began to twinge through her body which caused her to tense up. Every time she thought about it she found herself cursing like a sailor, solely because she wanted to tell Boruto that very moment and not wait a second longer.

She had so much to say, so many bottled up feelings she couldn’t contain. Just thinking about them made her wonder what the hell was wrong with her. Why didn’t she tell him?

They had promised never to keep a secret from one another, but why? Why this one? She had never given herself a reasonable answer, they were feeble excuses she came up with. But this time, she was going to set things straight. With a deep breath, she pushed her negative thoughts aside and picked up her pace.

A few painstakingly long moments later, Sarada jumped down from the tree, landing right in front of a small, wooden cabin. After the exhausting run, Pakkun collapsed on the ground, panting heavily. “Good luck!” The pug managed to say before poofing out of existence.

Sarada hesitated slightly before knocking on the door, but she forced herself to do it.

“One minute!” Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard his voice behind the door, growing closer with each step. She felt her nerves begin to burst in her stomach again. 'This is it, Sarada. No going back. Not again.'She told herself over & over again, nibbling at her full lower lip. The door opening snapped her back to reality as she stood face to face with Bolt.

“Sara …?” Boruto was surprised to see her standing at the door; he didn't expect her to visit at all.

“Hey …” Sarada began in a small voice as he opened the door slightly and headed into the kitchen. “I need to talk to you.”

“You already are.” The blond replied sarcastically, as always then poured water into the tea kettle, and placed it on the burner.

The Uchiha smiled slightly and gazed at her precious jacket for a second before looking back up at him. “Boruto, this is serious.” She said sternly, but there's a playful hint of excitement in her voice.

“Okay, go ahead.” Bolt rasped and completely gave her his undivided attention.

“Boruto Uzumaki, I’m in love with you.” She began as her eyes met his. “I have been from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I will never stop.” She dropped her gaze to the floor and took a deep breath. “I love the way you know exactly what I’m thinking and how you know me better than I know myself. And how you’re always there for me, no matter what the situation is, no matter the time. You’re there for me, even when no one else is. I want you Bolt, but we can never be together…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes began to well up with tears. All the confidence drained from her body, and she felt defeated, completely shattered once again.

Bolt appeared shocked, his mouth slightly agape and his blue eye wide. “I don’t know what to say …” He spoke softly as he made his way towards her.

“I’m sorry.” Sarada murmured under her breath and soon began to ramble. “I know this was a horrible time with the wedding being today an-”

“Wedding?” Boruto interjected flatly, looking at her in pure confusion. “What wedding?” He continued as his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yours.” The Uchiha said matter-of-factly as he stood with the same puzzled expression on his face.

A few beats of silence passed between them, the tension thickening the air before the door flew open, revealing a familiar purple-haired girl wearing nothing but Boruto’s long white t-shirt, which looked like a dress on her, and her purple lace panties.

Sumire sauntered out of his bedroom with wobbly legs, still groggy from nap after her ‘activities’ with Bolt at night. The scientist finally bested the raven-haired girl and lost her virginity to the man of her dreams. “There you are, Boruto-kun …” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on to him tightly, gazing directly into the Uchiha’s teary eyes over his shoulder.

Sarada quickly looked away as a smirk slowly formed on Sumire’s face. Her teeth were sunk so deep into her bottom lip that it turned white under the pressure.

The scientist lightly brushed her nose across the soft skin of his neck, inhaling his potent geranium scent before kissing the purple hickey just beneath his ear. “Thank you for taking my virginity and putting your baby in my womb, Boruto-kun.”

It burned, it physically burned Sarada. Those words stung at her skin. They intoxicated her brain. And they incinerated her heart. She was frozen, her mouth agape as the whole world came crashing down on top of her.

“Yeah …” Bolt’s rich, velvety voice snapped her back into reality, the Uchiha tilted her head up to look at him, lips quivering as she softly mumbled, “l will leave you guys alone …”

Sarada slowly turned on her heels but before she could open the door to leave, a sudden whisper, clearly Sumire’s voice, pierced through her aching head, causing her to freeze at the threshold.

“I told you, didn’t l? Boruto-kun only belongs to me …”