𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽

Sarada saw red, her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her body trembling with barely contained rage. That declaration finally broke the camel's back. She whipped around and fixed a piercing gaze on Sumire, casting a strong genjutsu to knock her out. Her body went limp, and she began to fall, but Bolt quickly caught her with his arms and shot his childhood friend a glance of shock that clearly conveyed his disbelief. “What did you do?!”

The accusation sparked a wave of fury in the Uchiha, causing her brows to furrow deeply. “Me?” She pointed a finger on her own chest, her voice rising in pitch. “What did you do?!?!”

“I didn’t do anything …” His dismissive attitude only served to further fuel her anger, leaving her feeling increasingly frustrated.

“You fucked her!!!” Sarada screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing her hands up in the air exasperatedly.

“Yeah, l did.” Boruto said flatly and gently brushed a strand of violet hair from Sumire’s face with his fingers, a gesture that set fire to the Uchiha’s skin. “Because she came to me, cares about me unlike someone …”

Sarada walked up to him, her heels stomping angrily on the wooden floor, clearly not happy with his response. “The only reason l was keeping a distance from you was because of class rep!”

Bolt looked up at her, a single brow raised skeptically. “Why…?”

She clenched her jaw and dug her fingernails deep into her palms. “Because Sumire loves you …” She gritted out her answer, her voice tight with barely concealed ire. “And l was respecting my best friend’s feelings.”

After a long pause, came his response—a quiet, mousy “Oh.” He knew he fucked up and needed to apologize, but his pride wouldn't let him. “Maybe you shouldn’t have pushed me away …”

‘Oh my god, is he being serious right now?!’Sarada could see his pout, his face drawn and tight, and that infuriated her even more. She knew he was trying to act hurt, but it was just a manipulation. She could read him like an open book; they freaking grew up together in diapers, sharing everything from their naps to their first wobbles and pacifiers. ‘What a drama queen!’ She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm her nerves before the impending doom. “You know what?” She tilted her head back against the ceiling, letting out a small, contemplative laugh. “I’m going to destroy the one thing you love.”

Boruto narrowed his eye in suspicion and watched her storm into his room, her words echoing in his mind.

The ravenette rummaged through his closet and smiled when she found the item she needed for her revenge.

“What could she-oh fuck!” Bolt quickly scooped Sumire up and placed her on the couch, his gaze sweeping over her tiny, shapely frame for a second before darting for his room. “Sara-“ The chilling sight of his favorite black cloak in her vengeful hands caused his breath to hitch.

With a mocking tone in her voice, she asked, 'Aww, what happened?’

“I swear if you do anything to my-“

“It’s not yours.” She cut him off bluntly, a mischievous knowing smirk playing on her glossy lips. “It’s papa’s.”

He froze in fear as she pulled a kunai from her leg holster and grazed the dark fabric with the sharp tip, leaving a visible mark. “I can do whatever l want with my father’s property!”

“Listen to me, Sara …” He took one measly step forward which provoked her to do the unthinkable. She stabbed his cloak, ripping large holes in it, laughing maniacally.

Bolt didn't interfere with her work, allowing her to finish the task as he locked the door behind him, resting the back of his head on it, watching her throw the shredded cloak on his bed. His azure eye roamed down her body, already thinking of ways to rip her clothes off. He wouldn’t touch her jacket since it was her favorite, but the rest would be within limits, starting off with the black tube top and shorts.

“There!” She huffed out and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him without blinking. Kami, he looked so incredibly attractive leaning against the door with his lower lip tucked over his teeth, giving her such predatory gaze that made her damp. She hated him so much.

“You’re going to regret this so much …” He breathes out, tilting his head to take in her bare thighs.

Sarada scoffed, already losing her patience and making her way to the door, ready to leave with a mumbled “Have fun with Sumire” leaving her as she reached for the knob.

It was his callused hand wrapping around her throat that had her eyes bulging, gasp trapped in her throat as he brought her face so close to his, she could smell the cool mint from his breath. “I told you, didn’t l? You aren’t leaving this room.” He slowly pushed her back, the grip to her throat firm, but not tight, making the fabric of her panties cling to her folds as she steadily walked back. His annoying smirk spread on his pink lips as he slowly drove her to the other end of the room. “Yeah, l fucked class rep and l bet you hated that it wasn’t you in her place, huh? Getting fucked and pounded into like a proper whore.” If there was a voice that could make her cum, his would be the one, since day one actually because the way his dirty words mixed with the raspiness of his low voice had a strong shiver going down her spine.

When her back met the edge of the desk, she gripped at the edges, almost bringing her out of the state of hypnosis his words and way of speaking had her in. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He almost whispered, his lower lip brushing hers, warm breaths mingling, making another hard shiver roll down her body.

Sarada swallowed hard, scarlet eyes glossed over as she felt a low throb to her core. “You’re delusional.” She breathed out a bold ass lie.

“And you’re a terrible liar, Sara.” Bolt almost spits out, his tongue darting out to taste the gloss of her bottom lip, the sweet raspberry flavor sending blood directly to his cock. “I can see the swirl of your sun-kissed Mangekyou Sharingan, I can see the way you’re pressing your legs together, shit, I can fucking smell how wet you are from words alone, so …” The hand on her neck slowly snakes up, his thumb gently pulling the soft flesh of her lower lip down, his lone electric-blue eye locked on them, watching it bounce gently. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He whispered again, and Sarada was quiet, because the truth was, he wasn’t wrong. And her silence was all he needed to push his thumb past her lips, pressing the rough pad against her wet tongue and her eyes fluttered, wrapping her plump lips around it to suck softly, oral fixation triggered.

Boruto watched with careful attention as she sucked his thumb expertly, showcasing her demure abilities to him as her tongue swirled around his digit in her mouth. He pulled it out, smearing her pétillant saliva on her swollen lips as he stared with darkened lust.

“Good girl …” Bolt rasped and smashed his lips onto hers, hungry mouth guiding hers before he slipped his tongue past her lips, hands falling to her hips with a bruising grip as his thumb pressed into the dip of her hip bone.

Sarada was happy that her first kiss was taken by her childhood Baka, a moment she had dreamed of for years. But at the same time, she hated it, loathed the fact that class rep was his first. Sumire sank her teeth into him and somehow it didn’t matter one bit because of how fucking good his tongue felt against hers, how hot he sounded when he grunted into her mouth, wanting to devour her whole like this.

The Uchiha couldn’t help but whimper into his mouth when his grip became almost deliciously painful, his hands falling to the back of her thighs to quickly hoist her onto the edge of the desk, slotting himself in between her legs. His hands smoothly unbuckled her belt and went back to her hips, pulling her so aggressively against him, she could feel the hard outline of his bulge against her core. It had her flinching slightly, too sensitive after being riled up. The sudden tug, as her black shorts ripped open in the front, sent the button flying, revealing her red lace panties to him.

Bolt pulled away only to look down, seeing the way her soaked panties glistened in the natural light. “Fuck, look at that ...” He breathed out. Lifting his eye to her with a darkness unmatched, it almost makes her shy away, the intensity of him, of the way he’s silently telling her how wet she was with a devilish smirk spreading on his lips. She already knew, but seeing how dark his baby blue eye got was overwhelming. “Ugh … soaking wet, Sara.”

One of his hands came down slowly to rest on her knees, snaking up her thigh. His lone azure eye not leaving hers as he tilted his head, only watching the way her chest began to heave, panting at the anticipation as he got closer and closer to her heat. The throbbing only got stronger as he dipped his hand in between her thighs, ghosting his fingers over where it ached.

“Is this where you want me, Sara?” He let out an airy chuckle, the sound light and almost mocking. “Touching this soaking, swollen little pussy?” His eye darted down, hooking one finger into the side of her panties and pushing it to reveal the sticky wetness smeared all over her pink folds. 

Sarada spread her legs further for him and gave him a picturesque view of her glorious pussy.

When they were little, they always used to bathe together, teasing one another about their private parts, but it always ends up with her crying, and him receiving a pinch to the groin area. She was always very touchy, a quintessential crybaby. His crybaby. “Shaved, heh. So, fucking pretty.” Bolt muttered almost to himself before he looked back up at her, taking in the way her cheeks flushed pink, her crimson sun glazed over. And making sure he was watching when he flicked her sensitive red clit with his thumb. The action quickly sending a jolt of pleasure down her body, lips parting to let out a quiet whimper. He hummed, pleased at her reaction before he did it again, and again and again. Only ever flicking it and never really pressing onto it as she wanted. 

“Stop … Stop teasing me, Baka!” Sarada whined, gripping tight at the edge of the desk, throwing her head back as he held her in place, watching with so much attention it was almost as if he was studying her. But her words had him stopping, and the ravenette almost protested before she brought her head back and saw him kneeling in front of her.

A quiet moan tumbled off her lips and Sarada couldn't help but tremble at the realization of what he was about to do to her.