To Hell and Back | By : Aleya Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 3321 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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There they lay with their hearts trying to slow in pace, breaths trying to come back to normal and the sound of the clock ticking on the wall, counting the moments before the pair came back to earth. Then it happened.
Thwack!
“What the hell did you hit me for?” Chouji pushed himself up and rubbed the now sore spot in his head.
“Chouji you idiot! You didn’t put a condom on!”
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He was obsessed. Akimichi Chouji was totally obsessed with the night he lost his virginity. Thoughts ran rampant in his mind. Thoughts of how amazing sex really was and why had he waited so long to find that fact out. It made sense why animals like Kiba were on the loose in Konoha. It made even more sense as to how Uzumaki Naruto had managed to drag the shy, quiet Hyuuga Hinata into a frenzied passion on the street. In any case, it was infinitely better than going at it solo.
But it’s been more than two weeks since he last saw Ino and the opposite to his thrill lurked under the surface. Fuck, he thought he was over this second guessing himself where Ino was concerned.
“She had smiled.” Chouji mumbled as he browsed the bookstore’s adult section.
“I-I didn’t think.” He pushed himself off her and out of her. She propped herself up on her elbow and sighed with a satisfied smile on his face.
“Fortunately I think about these things.” She blew out again watching his gaze scan over her body and pulled back down to her thighs. The silence was deafening. “I should go though.” Ino sighed pulling her legs back.
“Oh… okay.” He sat back.
“Hey.” Her hand came up to cup his cheek. Gently she coerced him to look at her. “I had an amazing time.” She smiled warmly at him, her silky hair a curtain that framed her face beautifully.
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.” She leaned in to kiss him. “I’ll talk to you soon.” She kissed him again and proceeded to dress.
“This one.” Chouji looked at the book, a popular one, Icha Icha Tactics. “Should I go see her?” He carried the book to the register and paid for it. “But she said she’d talk to me. But I should.” He sighed. “It’s no big deal if I do.” He tucked the book into his pouch and made his way toward the Yamanaka flower shop. Once outside the door he stared at the window decorated with flowers and he felt his insecurities rising up again.
She didn’t call for his company, he didn’t even see her around and last time he had gone to the flower shop looking for her and she wasn’t there. Her mother couldn’t provide any information either. He didn’t want to run the risk of looking pathetic, especially after that tough act when she confessed to him.
“No, she’s coming to me.” He turned and kept walking opening his new reading material.
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“Momo-Chan…” Ino groaned setting the plate on the table. Her stomach plumped up, the only true indicator she was full of food. “I can’t eat anymore.
“Oh alright.” The dark haired woman set down her plate of food. In front of both females were two plates of food identical to the eye. “This will be the last taste then.” Momo smiled at Ino endearingly.
“Okay.” Ino breathed rubbing her stomach, thankful for the fact she was still in the pressure stage. No, she wasn’t painfully full like she had been the week before, hell even the day before.
“It’s cute on you.” Momo smiled pouring tea.
“I’m sorry?” Ino picked up her chopsticks.
“The little belly. It’s really cute. Balances you out.”
“What do you mean by “balances you out”, Momo-Chan?” She narrowed her eyes at the woman who has grown to be more of a female friend type.
“I’m just saying. Your tits are huge and the rest of your body is stick thin. It’s amazing your spine doesn’t snap under the weight of your breasts.”
“It’s because I’m a kunoichi and my back is toned.”
“And you’d probably have hips if you keep going up.” Momo laughed at Ino’s face and threw a bit of food in her mouth. “Oh! Ino! Taste it!”
“What? What?!?” Ino tasted the plate she made. “It’s actually cooked well. I’m shocked myself!” She smiled and tasted the plate Momo set down.
“It’s the closest you’ll get, I think.”
“I think so.” Ino smiled. “It’s delicious.”
“Pack some up.” Momo said suddenly. “I’m sure Chouji would love to taste your first successful meal. Fastest way is through the stomach after all.”
“I-I’m sorry?” Ino blinked.
“Did you think you could fool me, Yamanaka Ino?”
“Eh?”
“I knew it from the beginning.” Momo waved a finger in the air. “You love my son.”
“I’m sorry?” Ino blinked and Momo laughed.
“It’s okay. Chouza has no idea and I’m sure unless you spell it out for Chouji he wouldn’t know it either.” Then Momo narrowed her eyes at Ino. “I like you as a person Ino but understand it will be hard gaining my approval. You are a young woman who lives life to the fullest and I won’t judge you for that. But I will judge you for everything you do the moment you engage my son.”
“You’re being scary right now, Momo-Chan.”
“Oh you’ve not seen scary yet.” Momo narrowed her eyes. “If you pursue my son seriously I will watch everything you do. You will not let yourself fall for the charms of any other man and hurt my son.”
“I won-”
“Chouji may not look it but he is a sensitive boy. If you do anything to hurt his delicate feelings, I will eat you alive. Do you hear me?” Ino could see Momo’s white teeth clenching behind her red painted lips. Her eyes narrowed in a glare almost daring Ino to try or fire will shoot out and incinerate her where she sits.
“Uh-huh.” Ino looked to the floor. “I understand.”
“Good!” Momo rose and smiled. “I’ll pack it up!”
“I’ll help.”
“It’s fine Ino-Chan.” Momo smiled and walked back to the kitchen to pack up a bento box. “You two haven’t spoken in a little while yet either have you?”
“Well, um, no. Not for… two weeks?”
“I thought so.” Momo came back setting the packed meal on the table. “Well go on.”
“Are you sure?” Ino looked at the clothed box and sighed softly.
“Go on. Tonight is Chouza and my date night.”
“Oh well then.” Ino smiled. “That’s sweet.”
“He’s got a mission he leaves for tomorrow.”
“Lucky.” Ino sighed. “There haven’t been as many missions as there used to be.”
“Oh wait it out honey. Peace doesn’t last forever. It’ll come full circle and you’ll wish for the down time.”
“Maybe” Ino rose and stretched. “I’ll come by tomorrow if you want.”
“Chouza leaves tomorrow night. So the day after?”
“No problem. I’ll see you, Momo-Chan.” She nodded, grabbed the clothed bag and left the Akimichi household stomach completely full of food. “I hope Chouji’s home.” She looked at her parcel and nodded.
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Part of Chouji felt…dirty. He didn’t even make it to chapter three and the main character was already having lecherous thoughts about the female lead. Thoughts of watching her ample bosom bounce as she strutted down the street, lost in her own world as she fondled phallic shaped fruits and vegetables in the market. Feeling for the firmness in each one. It appeared she enjoyed her produce pretty firm and large.
Ino liked her fruits and veggies firm. ‘The crisp makes it worlds tastier!’ She’d exclaim and bite into an apple with a satisfying crunch sound for emphasis. At least they could agree food-wise on that one thing. Closing the book briefly, he pondered about the blonde. An unbidden thought; is that the only thing Ino likes hard? Of course not. Look at her track record…
Fuck. He just made himself angry with her again. She says she’ll change and it been two weeks, could he trust that?
“I’m like a woman on an emotional rollercoaster.”
“Should just fuck her till she’s so raw she won’t screw anyone else.” A dark part of him thought.
“That’s not a bad ide--oh no.”
Christ he was becoming one of those kinds of guys. The kind who loses his virginity and suddenly can’t stop thinking about sex and about when’s the next time he can get it. But it was so good. It was better than many foods he’d eaten in his lifetime. He was beginning to crave it, but first back to his source of sexual knowledge. He reasoned it was popular for some reason.
Of course, he had gained over the years a surplus of tips and tricks, but execution is the problem. He knew the various positions: Doggy style, missionary, girl on top. It’s just that none of those positions seem normal. In the throes of kissing, grabbing, and stroking, Chouji thought it awkward to stop and change positions. Wasn‘t sex supposed to be romantic, sensual, fluid in it‘s changes? Yet, all he could see in his mind’s eye was having Ino bent over the kitchen table and pounding into her hard from behind. Her heavy breasts pressed against the table and petit Ino unable to do much more than hold on for dear life and moan. Or him sitting back in a chair watching his cock slide in and out of her letting her ride.
But there was one thing that intrigued him most what the concept of “eating out”. This was one of few things that when he’d first heard of it, Kiba had been bragging. He asked what it was and was laughed at, first, for his obvious virginity, then laughed at again for his cluelessness. He had left that conversation confused and humiliated. He tried to ask Shikamaru about it later and only accomplished to fluster his best friend who responded with a simple “use your imagination.” Unfortunately, Chouji’s imagination wasn’t that good and he couldn’t really understand what could be taken out and eaten.
Then it happened. He stumbled upon a young couple fooling around. The young lady’s dress pushed up over her hips; her nethers exposed the cool spring air. Her thighs wrapped around her lover’s head. Her gasps and pants cried out to the night as he kissed her hair covered privates. New questions came to mind, then. Was it tasty? Wasn’t such an act nasty? (For obvious reasons) How good could it possibly feel? Do couples still kiss after they do it?
“Stupid Chouji. I went through the trouble of coming to find him and he isn’t home.” A twig snapped and Chouji was yanked from his reverie and was now painfully aware of the dull throb of an erection building. Damnit! “The last time I make him anything to eat. And he wants a three-course meal for beating me in sparring. Ha!” And it was then he saw it. A long pale blonde ponytail and the head it belonged to was leaning against the bark of a tree. “I bet he’s already eaten OR eating right now. That bastard. I hate you for not being able to contain your eating!” Ino screamed suddenly.
“I have a strange metabolism. I’m almost always hungry.” Chouji frowned as he watched her spin in shock. “Your guard was down.”
“Where were you?” She looked at his hand noticing the book he was reading. “I didn’t know you were into that series.” She seemed to teleport in front of him and grabbed the book from his hand.
“I’m not. Err, it’s the first one I’m reading?” He just looked at her. He was in a daze; she looked a little different today.
“Really?” She smacked him with the book and turned back toward the house. “You missed so much of the story then!”
“Story?”
“Well yeah. The main guy is, basically, on a love search. Each book it’s a new woman who catches his fancy but there’s always Aiko. Oh, I’ll give you the first one when you open the door. I keep it in one my scrolls.”
“O-oh.”
“What did you just think it was complete porn on paper? It’s really not. I got into a conversation with Kakashi when we were old enough to buy it. He’s crazy about the story but the sex helps.”
“But if it was story then-”
“Kids could buy it?” She turned and looked at Chouji with a soft smiled. “Chouji, Jiraiya-Sama was a pervert through and through, no doubt. But I think he loved Tsunade-Sama with all of his heart.”
“What? I thought we were talking about the book.”
“We are. The main character, Naruto, I think was Jiraiya-Sama. Searching for love, finding lust all the while denying his truest feelings for Aiko, Tsunade-Sama.” She watched Chouji walk in front of her to open the door.
“Maybe. But the sex is heavy in the book.”
“Well yeah, after all, this is about adult relationships. We’re not in a kid’s world anymore, Chouji.” Ino slipped her shoes off at the door. “True love- real love, isn’t so cut and dry as slipping a note across the room with boxes saying: “Do you like me? Check yes or no”.” She smiled at the memory of having sent Sasuke several notes like that throughout the years and always getting back a “no”, if she got an answer at all.
“Why not? Do you want anything to eat?” He stopped midway to the kitchen.
“I brought food.” She set the bento box on the table. He cocked his head to the side. “For you. And what do you mean why not?”
“Why not?”
“The note thing.”
“Oh. Well I just don’t get it. Like with us. I liked you a lot before, Ino. You said you liked me. Why all the struggle? If two people like each other they should just be together.”
“Correction; I said I loved--love you.” She watched him open the box.
“You were at my house?” He recognized the box right off.
“Trying to find a recipe for that three course meal I owe you.” She smiled. “Anyway. Supposed if Naruto had come to his senses later and Hinata had gotten married first. They still like each other and they should still be together? What about the husband?”
“As if you should talk about tempting a married person.” He snapped and Ino shrunk back.
“I’m still trying to atone for that with his wife.” She looked away.
“Sorry.” He picked up the chopsticks packed in the bag and preceded to take his first bite.
“So, do you like it?” Ino looked at his face as he ate.
“I always like my mom’s chicken.”
“I made it.” She smirked watching him slow. “I worked really hard on it with your mom.”
“You cooked?” He looked at her and she smiled nodding back. Chouji flushed slightly, he yearned to kiss her right at that moment. Ino, cooked for him. “It’s really good.” He ate more, not with his usual gusto, but savoring it for her sake he knew. “Thinking about it. It’s not exactly the same as my mom’s. “
“Because I don’t love you the same as your mother.” She nodded looking at her hands wringing. “It’s my first successful meal.”
“So there was a first left.” He mumbled eating more, still slowly and tasting.
“Hmm?” She cocked her head to the side looking at him.
“Back to the conversation. I don’t believe in breaking up marriages. Love or no love, marriage is sacred. A union between people that no one on the outside has a right to break up.” Silence passed between them.
“I lied because of my pride. I told you that.” Ino looked at the floor. “Because of my ego. It seemed clear. The equation was simple: Beautiful shapely girl plus handsome upstanding man equals a beautiful life.”
“Sorry for not being handsome or upstanding.”
“You are. The definition of those words are so ambiguous its like its obvious that the good looking guy every girl wants will be upstanding, but… its not true. Hikari wasn’t and his wife wasn’t beautiful in my eyes but at some point, to him, she was. He married her and her family doesn’t have prestige.”
“So if she’s so beautiful why cheat with you? Your personality ruins you Ino. Makes you ugly.” He snapped, and regretted the cruelty as soon as they left his mouth.
“I deserve that. And he said it. Remember? At the bar. An easy lay. No romance shit just to get some head.” She sighed, willing tears away. Chouji stopped eating to look at her. Her voice cracked just then. “Kami, guys have been saying that about me for years. It took Naruto to say something as stupid as “I’ll screw you eight ways to hell and back” to Hinata to make me see, to hear the girls. TenTen talked about me so badly to my face.” Ino laughed bitterly. “To my face, Chouji. Behind my back and I overhear it is one thing. I have breasts they tease me for that. Talk about me for that, for what they don’t have, but to my face? Around the block and can‘t find my way home? It hurt more than I think TenTen realized.” Ino chuckled shaking her head. “Words are as sharp as her weapons.”
“Ino…” He gaze snapped to him, her blue eyes unfocused.
“Tell me now if all my efforts are moot. Tell me if I’m wasting my time and I’m just a fuck partner for you Chouji.” She grabbed his hand and looking him in the eye. Her eyes were full to the brim with tears. “I wanna go home, Chouji, but if that’s not with you tell me now.”
“Ino…” Chouji was dumbfounded. Words wanted to come out but they were stuck in his throat.
“If I don’t have a shot at winning your heart, tell me.” Her nose was turning red. “I want to find my home. Even if it’s a hidden home like, I don’t know, Asuma-Sensei and Kurenai-sensei had. At least they had a home with each other.” A lone tear spilled down her cheeks and she gasped. That tear her realization that she had got on an emotional rollercoaster without buckling up. She released his hand. “I-I-I’m sorry. I don’t know that came over me.” She wiped that tear away. “I should go. I haven’t been home all day.” She got up. “En-enjoy the food.”
“Ino.” Chouji grabbed her hand. She looked at him.
“I’m sorry if it tastes bad. You haven’t finished it yet.” She was trembling in his grasp.
“Ino…” Chouji tugged her down and she tumbled easily into his lap. She stared at him wide eyed as he looked at her. His face washed in a sense of calm. “There is a vacancy here. However, I haven’t decided yet, if it’s yours to have. Understand?” She smiled and nodded. “Good.” He licked his lips and kissed her.
Ino’s fingers curled into the front of his shirt relishing in the kiss before actively participating in it as well. Her tongue played with his, massaging back as his big hands slid down the small of her back to squeeze her ass. Ino made a soft noise in the back of her throat but only allowed him to continue to grope her. Sliding his hand down her thigh Chouji spread her legs and pressed against the crotch of her pants. She breathed deep as he continued to press there.
“Not there. Not yet.” Ino broke the kiss and nudged his head to her neck. “Kiss me here.”
“Master.” He muttered and kissed the place she directed. A satisfying shiver ripped through her body accompanied by a soft moan.
“Master… again?” She smiled softly before he eyes widened feeling teeth sink into her flesh. “Ah!” She gasped looking at the ceiling as he let go of her and sucked the area bitten.
“I didn’t even draw blood.” He grumbled pushing her onto the table, the meal shoved to the side. He pushed her hands up over her head and held them there with one of his large hands. “You said it yourself, Ino.” Chouji didn’t look at her but at her hands, which he was proceeding to tie together with her obscenely long hair.
“Ch-Chouji… What do you think you’re doing?!?” She screeched struggling. Now his brown eyes looked into hers. There was a look there she had seen only when gazing at food. He looked ready to devour her where she lay.
“You aren’t a liar, are you Ino?” His voice was quiet, but those brown eyes continue to bore into her clue ones. It made her flush, it made her look away and then she noticed the thick erection he sported. Under her gaze, she could see it jump, acknowledge her stare and like sonar her own sex throbbed in suspense.
“What so you mean, Chouji?” Ino continued to watch his cock, waiting for it to throb once more.
“What you said… “ I’m yours” “You want me to say jump, I’ll say how high.” He smirked watching her. Chouji released her hands and tightened the knot. “Now. Stay like that.” Chouji pulled out a Kunai and proceeded to cut her clothes. Ino opened her mouth to protest. “That’s some kind of devotion.” He smirked. “Have you made such promises to other men? That they have such control over you?”
“No!”
“Huh… So there really are some firsts left with you?” He watched both bindings and shirt fall away freeing her breasts.
The cool air in the room hardened her nipples right away. He licked his lips and went in for the one calling him most. He sunk his teeth into that one eliciting a moan from Ino. He felt her struggle then groan before flopping back.
“If you like your hair on your head, I recommend stopping that.” Chouji smirked. “You move it pulls.”
“Where did you learn this?” She murmured watching him now cut the crotch of her pants.
“Spread.” Chouji squeezed himself with a groan. Ino merely smiled and did just that. His lips were trembling slightly.
Chouji discarded the kunai and it hit the floor with a clang. He leaned used his hands to tear open the crotch of her pants wider to expose her hairless snatch. He gently ran his thumb against her nether lips before it pulled her open exposing to him the pink, fleshy insides.
“She looks like a cake.” Chouji decided in his head. “With maybe a strawberry filling.”
“Chouji, I can feel your starin- Chouji!” She watched the round faced male bring his nose close to her and inhaled, sniffing her. He didn’t even spare her another glance and his other hand came to hold her open. She was a little wet, but not enough to glisten in the lighting of the room.
“I’m gonna eat you alive, Yamanaka Ino.” Chouji groaned and leaned in to lick at her. She jumped at the sudden contact.
Chouji’s tongue was warm, soft, and exploratory, as he tasted his way around Ino. It wasn’t a bad taste, he thought, just unusual. Ino was appreciative in any case if her rocking and moans were anything to go by. She encouraged his exploring tongue to sensitive places with soft words drenched in honey. She murmured his name over and over and he groaned in response.
At some point the finally gave up his kind gentle squeezes to his penis and managed to free it from its confines and stroked it for all its worth. His cock wanted to nix of the tongue that was stealing its thunder. That tongue gets to enjoy the bulk of Chouji’s world, but now it was invading his world. That tongue lavishing the flavor that was purely Yamanaka Ino whole his cock throbbed mercilessly in Chouji’s had with little more than a constant stream of precum for lube.
“Fuck…” He groaned feeling his balls tighten. He was ready to cum and Ino-
“Oh… oh Kami… Ch-Chouji, I-” Ino moaned. Wrapping her legs around his head. Her moans echoed back to them as she rocked her pussy against his face desperate for the end that was so very, very close. “Don’t stop.” She whispered. “I’m right there… Oh fuck I’m right there.” She pleaded, no, begged him. He could feel her cunt throb as he sucked on her clit. The throbbing in his mouth was going as crazy as the throbbing in his hand. “Oh yeah, yeah… oh gods yes… I.. I’m cumming.” The vocal blonde screamed her things squeezing him to her cunt burying his nose in the essence of Ino.
“Fuck…” He groaned against her snatch as his body trembled, almost violently, his own orgasm ripping through him. With nothing to receive the nectar that jetted from him in several long spurts, it just dribbled to the floor.
“Oh god…” Ino still bucked against his face, her thighs finally releasing him from the grip-of-death. “Oh god…” She breathed deep, her stomach sucked in her breasts brose high.
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Moments passed as they regained their wit. Chouji lifted himself and hovered over her. He wanted to kiss her, but after putting his mouth, well, there… was that a fax pas? It seemed stupid to ask now. So instead, he untied her hands. He could feel the heaviness of her gaze upon him. He looked back and smiled at her.
“Chouji?” She whispered, the tenderness of the moment threatened to break otherwise.
“Yeah?”
“I mean it when I say I love you.”
“I know, Ino.”
“No. You really don’t.” She wiggled her fingers as he released them. “It means I won’t stop coming for you until that vacancy has my name tattooed on it.” She brought her hands to his face, her thumbs tracing the swirls on his face. “Got it?”
“Wh-?” She leaned up and kissed him, washing the traces of her from his tongue, savoring the combination of her and him.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
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