"Happy birthday, SARADA" The guests sang, arranged around the beaming little girl. "Happy birthday to you!" At the climax of the song, Sarada blew as hard as she could, effectively extinguishing the candles and spattering a little bit of spit on the frosting. Not that any of the children or adults noticed- they were too busy either cheering or swigging celebratory champagne (the latter was obviously the adults, who, it would seem, needed alcohol during any kind of party).
Sarada, the precious daughter of Sasuke and Sakura, raised her little fists and grinned triumphantly, as though besting the weak candles were the best victory of all time. And being only three, it was her best victory of all time. Sakura clapped elegantly and grinned, the small child igniting a sense of pride in her. Just at that moment, the doorbell rang. The children groaned, because they knew this meant prolonging the wait for their consumption of dinner and, by default, cake. Already late guests had delayed the party from starting, and now that Sarada had finally blown out the candles, yet another person had arrived.
Sakura grabbed Sasuke's hand and pulled him towards the entryway. "Be right back, honey!" She was determined to greet this new guest in record time so that Sarada could start opening presents and eating her cake, which had been baked and decorated by Sakura herself. Sakura, ever the woman focused on presentation, had made the cake elaborately designed and everything a three-year-old girl could want for her birthday party. Sakura had seen the impressed look on the children's faces, and the jealous looks of their mothers, and that had made the hours of frenetic frosting worth it.
Sakura adjusted Sasuke's shirt, which had been jostled out of place when he stood to greet the newcomer. He looked handsome and bold, like any warrior or husband should, and Sakura felt a tiny twinge of accomplishment at how good he looked. She had wrestled him into nice pants and a smooth shirt for their daughter's party, and it had paid off. He was only slightly uncomfortable but was handling it extremely well for a man. Men, Sakura knew, didn't like sacrificing comfort for style, and so she was very appreciative that Sasuke was at least trying today, either for his wife or his daughter.
Sakura nodded to him, smiled in anticipation with only a hint of annoyance at the guest's lateness, and threw open the door enthusiastically. She deflated like a balloon struck by a pin at the handsomely dressed sight of Naruto. He was devastatingly good looking, perhaps as much so as Sasuke or more, because he put such miniscule effort into his appearance, knowing the devil was in the details. He smiled down at Sakura for a politely short period, but quickly shifted his attention to Sasuke, who had in fact invited him to the party in the first place. "Sorry I'm late, Sasuke, I know this is important."
Sakura, realizing that this was Sasuke's doing, was suddenly livid. No wonder Sasuke was so meek and compliant today! He had invited Naruto, who wasn't on the guest list. When Sasuke had asked Sakura about Naruto's name being omitted, she had had a good explanation, he wasn't one of their friends who had kids, after all, he would be out of place at a children's party, would he not? Sasuke had reluctantly agreed, but after the funeral he was now somewhat reliant on Naruto. The way Naruto had calmed his mother when Sasuke needed time alone was very nice of Naruto, and Sasuke had wanted Naruto to know that it wasn't unappreciated. And so, behind Sakura's back (he knew she was a very organized party planner and would notice if an invitation went missing) he had gone for a drink with Naruto a week after the funeral and verbally invited him. Naruto was delighted at the invitation, and what it implied, Sasuke, here alone, in a bar with only Naruto? Obviously, Sakura wouldn't know. Naruto liked to give her a nasty little shock every now and then.
So here they were, two weeks after that depressing funeral, with Naruto standing in the doorway with Sakura's jaw to the floor and Sasuke smiling welcomingly. Naruto quickly ducked to give Sakura a hug and slyly ran his hand over her phat ass, and Sakura stiffened in response. In one smooth gesture, Naruto handed his neatly wrapped package to Sasuke for consideration. Sakura, knowing she couldn't berate Sasuke in front of Naruto, who had a dirty secret on her, she pasted a barely passable smile on her face and backed up into the shadows, suddenly resolving to keep that man away from her child.
Naruto had never really been pedophilic per se, but Sakura didn't want to take any chances. "I have to get back to the party to cut the cake." She mumbled urgently, trying to give some sense of importance into the task so that the men would let her leave. They said nothing for a moment, and that was all Hinata needed to retreat.
"Thank you for coming." Sasuke said, greeting Naruto with a proper half hug, shutting the door behind him. "It's been rough lately, really."
"I understand." Naruto clucked sympathetically, laying a heavy hand on Sasuke's shoulder. "I really am sorry for being late, there were some issues I had to deal with." He made his face contort into a mask of something resembling remorse. Sasuke shook his head.
"It's completely fine! A few other people were late, and they didn't even have good excuses." He laughed under his breath, shrugging his shoulder. "I'm just glad you could make it! Mother is out in the backyard. I think the kids are going to head out there too once they eat the cake. Sakura thought of it, and it's brilliant- it's so the kids will burn out the extra energy from the cake!"
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Sakura looked sadly at the remains of the prettily arranged dinner, but at least it had been impressive, and at least the kids had complimented her endlessly. And she reminded herself, she had pictures of every moment! As Sarada finished her birthday meal she began to cry. Sakura, cutting off the fit before it could manifest further, retrieved her child and went out to the bouncy castle. She assigned one of the parents to watch the children and went back into the house to clean up the carcass of the cake that was strewn all over the table.
Naruto headed out back and pretended to watch the children, who amusingly collided with each other in mid-air quite often. He sat down on a bench by Mikoto, who was swathed in an elegant wrap and seemed to have recovered from her husband's death… at least on the outside. As Naruto sat down, Mikoto glanced up in disdain, expecting one of the half-drunken parents of the toddlers. When she saw Naruto, she beamed, happy to be in his company again. He was her son in spirit, right after Sasuke, and she loved him nearly as much as Sasuke as well.
"Hello, Mikoto. Lovely day." Naruto enthused, plopping down next to her on the bench. "Good for a party." He nodded towards the figure of Sarada, in the middle of the bouncy castle's floor, happily being jolted about by her friends. It was almost nauseating to Naruto, how idyllic the children looked in that stupid rubber inflatable castle, how happy they seemed to be children, innocent and unaware of how life would crush them, but he quickly averted his attention back to Mikoto. She was what really mattered here, because Naruto had a plan.
Mikoto blushed slightly in the presence of the handsome young man and nodded, smiling adoringly at her grandchild, who had helped her over the hurdles of grief. If Sarada had not been permitted to play with Mikoto, Mikoto surely would still be in bed today. But because Sasuke's mother had moved into one of the spare bedrooms, Sarada was a frequent visitor, and implored her grandmother to get out of bed so they could play. If that had not happened, Mikoto was sure depression would still be the central theme of her life, instead of joy. "She's delightful, isn't she? I wasn't sure how Naruto would act as a father, but he's really risen to the occasion, so to speak, and…"
Naruto zoned out a little as Mikoto spewed more adoration over her tiny granddaughter, but he stopped staring at her best features when he realized she was starting to tear up. "What is it, Mikoto?" He asked tenderly, taking her hand very gently.
She shook her head somewhat dejectedly but seemed to visibly perk up as Naruto held her hand. "He would be so proud, he loved her so." Naruto immediately realized she was still talking about her dead husband, and for a moment he was annoyed, he was here, not Sasuke's father! But then he realized how profoundly she had been affected by his passing, and he seized the opportunity.
"He was truly the best grandpa." Naruto intoned solemnly, patting her hand in a consoling manner. "But he's smiling down on her, and on you, Mikoto." He kissed her on the cheek, successfully brushing away that stray tear. It was bitter tasting, but Naruto betrayed no indication of this. "I hope you don't dwell on the negatives so much in the near future." He used a negative tone to imply that it would be detrimental to her health if she did so.
Mikoto, realizing he was right, nodded and swept her fingers under her eyes to rid herself of any moisture. She was not immune to Naruto's charm, and the innocent kiss had made her smile. "You are too bold, Naruto."
"Perhaps I am." Naruto nodded as if taking this into consideration. He pretended to think for a moment, though he still held her hand in his quite firmly. "But is it a bad thing, Mikoto?"
She shook her head at him. "Well, I wouldn't say that, no-"
"I'm sure some women would say that it is, in fact, an attractive quality?" He grinned sideways, very slyly at her, and squeezed her hand.
She stared at him, blinking very slowly. "Perhaps, yes." She giggled, as if she were a young woman again. She didn't notice this, but Naruto did, and knew he was on the right track.
"Is it attractive to you?" Naruto asked, as briskly as if it were a questionnaire, he was reading off of to her. She started very slightly but brushed off any suspicions of his intent. He couldn't be interested in such an old lady, she reasoned.
"Well, I suppose, it could be, but-"
"Oh, I was wondering." He interrupted, as if suddenly struck by a passing thought. "The cherry blossoms will be in bloom very soon, and the festival is a rather romantic thing." He grimaced at her comically, which made her laugh. "Since I don't have anyone to go with perhaps you would like to accompany me?"
Mikoto, seeing no harm in this, saw this as an opportunity to get out of the house for the first time since her husband's passing. "Of course." She nodded with a slight charmed smile. "That would be delightful."
"Great!" He smiled, now holding her hand in both of his. "It'll be so fun."
Fun, indeed.
Very soon after this conversation, Naruto excused himself, telling Mikoto that he had forgotten, but he needed to talk to Sasuke! Mikoto gracefully nodded, already feeling younger due to this attention from Naruto. She smiled in what she hoped was a similarly charming way to him and shrugged, indicating that she was fine with such an abrupt exit. He grinned in response and stood, striding towards the house.
Upon re-entry, Naruto immediately noticed that the parents had had a little too much to imbibe. Especially Sasuke, who was snoring peacefully on the couch.
Really, this was too easy. Naruto was amazed at how smoothly everything was unfolding before him. He peeked into the kitchen, which had been tidied up significantly since he had taken his leave from the party. He knew that, if Sakura had cleaned up down here, she was most likely upstairs. He snuck away from everyone, though it wasn't too hard, considering that most of them had used this innocent party as an excuse to get pretty tipsy or even drunken.
Sakura should really know better by now, Naruto thought to himself. He stared at her ass as he thought this, as she was bent down and fixing the sheets of hers and Naruto's bed. Her skirt was so short, it was very easy for it to ride up at any movement, exposing her slutty lacy panties.
He came up behind her, his arm slithering around her waist. Delightfully surprised at Sasuke's sudden knowledge of how to romance her, she turned with a big naughty smile, which promptly fell at the sight of Naruto. He suavely closed the door and leaned on it, noting that Sakura was squirming in his grasp. She was obviously aroused, as those panties were so thin that they were plainly soaked. "No, Naruto, please, not today, it's-"
"But you're ready for it." Naruto insisted with a pout, his hand dipping into her panties. This elicited a gasp from Sakura, and her body was suddenly both rigid and desperate. She was trying so badly to not be turned on, but Naruto was too smart for her. He wasn't about to get rid of an opportunity for a nice, sloppy fuck. He pushed her forward, not too roughly but not gently either, and bent her over on the bed. Her boobs, finally freed, spilled out onto the silky comforter. "No bra?" Naruto asked her, his hands fondling her breasts as he bent over her, his erection pressing against her jiggly and plump ass.
She responded with a whimper, she wanted him to hurry up and she wanted him to go to hell, at the same time. His finger was just gliding alongside her swelling clit, refusing to pleasure her. She bucked her hips slightly, moaning very softly as he wiggled his finger inside of her. She was suddenly released, and she collapsed onto the bed. She swiveled her shoulders and looked over them, but realized that he wasn't abandoning her, but merely freeing his massive erection. It was glorious, she couldn't stop the primal excitement from welling up inside her as he rubbed against her barely clothed butt, and she could barely stand it. Naruto smiled knowingly and whispered in her ear, "No peeking."
"What?!" Asked the incredulous Sakura.
Naruto roughly pushed her head into the comforter as he slowly pushed inside of her. Rather than complain, Sakura only had time and enough clarity to bite the comforter before he pushed his erection fully inside of her. She screamed in pleasure, but it was muffled by the party music and the sheets. Naruto moved his member in and out of her at alarming speed, and Sakura came within minutes. She convulsed and arched her back in blissful agony, her teeth unclamping from the blankets. Naruto, sensing an orgasmic scream about to be unleashed, put his fingers in her mouth. She bit down as she hit her climax, which excited Naruto enough to ram into her even harder. Naruto felt a warmth on his shaft, and as he looked down, he saw the sight of stickiness spilling from Sakura.
He grinned widely as he watched Sakura hit yet another climax after a few more minutes of good fucking. They were like rabbits, he realized, and they were positioned like the most primal of animals. Sakura, as if to confirm this, moaned gutturally again. This was enough for the usually composed Naruto to hit his stride, and very soon he was groaning loudly as he unloaded his hot cum inside of her.
After another hour of rough fucking, they separately headed down the stairs, Naruto looking exactly as he had before. Sakura, however, had makeup out of place and her hair messy and her clothing slightly shifted from its usual positions, her panties completely see-through form how soaked they were. It was good that Sasuke was drunk, because otherwise he would never have missed this. And once the kids were all inside, the cake was finally cut. From the look on Sarada's face, it was a very successful birthday party indeed.