A Deprived Vacation - Boruto x Sarada Oneshot Lemon fanfiction

Lemon Oneshot

"What're you making?"

Boruto asked, glancing over the lackluster ingredients Sarada had taken out and strewn over the counter.

"No idea. What do you want?"

She idly opened an almost finished carton of eggs. There were only 3 left.

"Something with eggs?"

Sarada peeked over her shoulder to eye him wordlessly.

"What?"

The blonde put his hands up in surrender.

Shaking her head to herself, she turned back to the ingredients.

At least the adults had gone out to get some groceries - all four of them, for some odd reason.

The food they had bought upon arriving at the resort had started to dwindle just about yesterday.

Uninspired still, Sarada crossed the kitchen to the pantry in the corner.

Cereal, pancake mix, starch and cornflour, as well as a few remaining snacks, spotted the shelves.

Not many ideas for a lunch for two.

Sarada sensed Boruto step up behind her, and asked;

"Any ideas?"

She turned to look at him.

Only, it seemed lunch wasn't the activity on his mind.

Instead, Boruto stepped inwards, making her take a step backwards.

Sarada felt the wall adjacent to the pantry against her back.

She opened her mouth but no words came out, in which he wasted no time bringing his hands to her waist.

A light squeeze from his hands was surprisingly sensual.

She knew exactly where this was headed.

"Boruto!" Sarada accused.

"What?"

His smirk said he knew exactly 'what'.

She turned her head aside to avoid his lips as he brought his face close.

"Get off!" She whined, pushing at his broad chest with both hands.

He didn't budge a bit.

Sarada peeked up at Boruto, hoping her expression was as accusing as she felt.

God, he was tall. She only came up to his eyes.

She was used to him lying down when they did this, but with both of them standing he seemed to tower over her.

Especially with her backed into a corner.

"What if someone comes?"

Boruto peeked at the front door over his shoulder.

The entire kitchen was in clear view of the front foyer.

"They just left. We should have an hour or so."

Sarada could hear the amusement in his voice, and saw it in his smirk as he turned back to her.

"W-what if your dad forgot something? He always does."

She was making excuses, and both of them knew it.

Before she could stop the blonde, his strong hands came up from her waist to her wrists.

Boruto pulled her wrists together, grabbing the section left bare from her arm tights (he had only made that mistake once before, and never had since)

And, as if fighting a child, he brought them up and over Sarada's head.