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Grounded	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chouji: Every time you see me what do you see? I feel like I’m a poor man and you’re the queen Ino: I know this is a feelin’ that I just can’t fight You’re the first and last thing on my mind You Make Me Wanna (Blue)

Chouji tried to tell himself this was a mistake. It could not be happening. He must be dreaming. That’s it, he was dreaming. He’d wake up any time. He sniffed the air, looking for his mother’s morning pancakes. But all he got was the cool spring air. And Ino’s perfume.
She was still holding his hand. They walked slowly through Konoha, toward her apartment. He knew she shared one with Sakura and he fervently hoped she wasn’t there tonight. Perhaps, she’d gone with Kakashi. Wouldn’t that be interesting. He shook his head.
“Something wrong, Chouji?” Ino sounded nervous. He guessed, as long as he wasn’t dreaming, that is, that she probably was.
He cleared his throat. “No, I was just wondering if—” He had to swallow, his throat was suddenly dry. “If your apartment would be empty.” He blushed furiously, wondering how he was going to manage this.
Ino giggled. “Yup. I saw Sakura eyeing Kakashi as we left.”
Chouji shook his head again. “I suppose I know where Shika and Temari went. But what about Tenten…” He trailed off. He didn’t really want to talk about the other girls. But he couldn’t seem to figure out what to do with Ino.
She laughed, this time. “She went looking for Lee. And Hinata went home with Neji.”
Chouji looked surprised at that. “I thought he hated her?”
“Me, too. Guess not, eh?” She chuckled again to herself.
And there they were, just outside the apartment building. Ino waved to the aging security guard before opening the main door. Up a flight and around the corner, and there they stood in front of the door.
“Ino—”
“Chouji—”
The both laughed nervously. Chouji paused, ever so briefly and flashes of the many days he’d spent staring after her as she chased someone else went through his mind. Regardless of that, here she was. She’d chosen him to do this with. He took her hand and pulled her to him. Not giving her a chance to refuse, he kissed her.
Ino was shocked. Chouji was not a forward person. But that wasn’t the biggest thing. She felt that kiss all the way through the open toes of her shoes. Chouji—her Chouji—was making her body come alive.
They broke apart and Chouji looked like he had just swallowed a bug. “Oh, Ino, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—listen, if you’ve changed your m—” He never got to finish. Ino stood on tiptoes and kissed him again.
He didn’t need another invitation. Chouji pulled her close in to him and kissed her with all the years of pent up adoration. She wrapped her arms around him and he was suddenly glad he hadn’t eaten more before this. He’d regret it later, but for now, he was grateful to whatever fates had conspired to make him miss dinner.
They broke apart briefly and Ino fumbled with her keys. Chouji plucked them out of her hands and opened the door. Then turned, picked her up and carried her inside, kicking the door closed on the way. He paused long enough to lock the door behind him, then took her lips again.
Shoes dropped, her purse went flying and he pinned her up against the wall, one hand supporting her, the other on one breast. Ino moaned and Chouji started to pull back, but she just grabbed him by the hair and kissed him harder.
He kicked his own shoes off, yanked off his outer shirt and picked her back up again, their lips never parting for a moment. His hand went under her skirt, cradling her bottom and he started kissing any open portion of skin he could find.
He simply stopped thinking at some point. He wanted her, like he’d always wanted her. He wanted her for the rest of their lives, but he knew she didn’t love him that way. If all he could have was that one night, then he’d have it. And make the most of it.
He pulled on the zipper of her dress and she yanked on his t-shirt. When it was off, she started kissing his chest, and he didn’t even notice her fingers pulling on the button on his pants. But all at once, it seemed, they were all but naked, nothing but the tiny thin layers of underwear between them.
Her black lace bra was something to behold, and Chouji took a minute to just enjoy the sight. His fingers traced over the edge of the cups before he started to fumble with the bra. After a frustrating minute, it came loose, though he would never be able to explain how it did, and the bra joined the rest of their clothes on the floor.
Speechless again, he stared at her beautiful breasts. Large, full, they drew him and he wasted no time in tasting his Ino. The dusky nipples responded beautifully to him and Ino was moaning again. He looked up at her and that’s when he realized they were still in the entryway to the apartment.
He picked her up, but they only got as far as the doorway between the living room and kitchen before he pinned her again. Ino was shocked by the feelings rioting through her body, at the sensations Chouji was causing. His hands were rough—ninja hands—and they caused just the right amount of friction on her skin.
She hadn’t expected this—this passion, this pull, with him. Everywhere they touched, it was fire. Everything he kissed burned. And when the scrap of lace that masqueraded as panties were ripped off of her, it only succeeded in making her more desperate for more of his touch, his kiss, just…more.
Then his fingers parted her and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. She held on for dear life when he touched her clit and couldn’t suppress the shout that tore from her throat. “Chouji!”
It was music to his ears. The most beautiful he’d ever heard. Ino was shouting his name. He was doing this for her, he was the one bringing her this pleasure. And he would go where no man ever had. In that moment, he was determined. No other man ever would, either.
He worked her, kissed her, sucked on her until she was mindless. She couldn’t have said her own name. She’d shattered into a million pieces, been put back together only to shatter again. Chouji was relentless, and she thought she’d go insane.
Somewhere along the way, they made it to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed and moved over her. She was desperate. She didn’t know exactly what, but despite the orgasms he’d given her earlier, there was something more aside from simply having him inside her, she knew it. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him.
“Ino—” he started, but she pulled him even closer.
“Please, Chouji, I need you.”
And with that he started to ease into of her. When he felt it, he paused though it took everything in him to do. There, the barrier.
He was big. Too big and he worried that he was going to do real damage. How in the world was he going to do this without hurting her? The thought tortured him.
“Just make it quick, sweetheart,” she whispered. Sweetheart? Did she really call him that? He was so surprised, he did what she said without thinking.
He felt her tense and started apologizing. Tears sprang to her eyes and he kissed them away. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured over and over again.
“Shhhh. I’m okay.” She smiled up at him and kissed him again. She moved experimentally and Chouji groaned. “I’m sorry! Are you hurt?” She couldn’t think how, but for all her flirtations ways, she really didn’t know all that much.
“No.” His voice was strangled. “No, I’m fine. You just feel so damn good.” He blushed when he realized what he said, but her smile got wider and she moved again. “Ino if you don’t stop that—” His warning fell on deaf ears and he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He moved, then, and by the third stroke she started to moan louder. He tried to think of anything that might help him hold on a little longer. But when his name came from her lips once more, he lost it. “Ino!” He shouted and he poured himself into her.
They lay, exhausted, battered by the force of what just happened. He rolled to get his weight off of her and she sprawled over his chest. He managed to dig a blanket up from somewhere near the end of the bed and pull it over her.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” she mumbled into his chest. She wiggled around until she could lay on him more comfortably. “My you’re comfy.” She giggled and he couldn’t help but smile back. She sobered, though, and looked straight at him. “I have something to say.”
Chouji swallowed. Here it was. He knew it would happen, and he tried to keep from getting upset.
“You are mine now, Akamichi Chouji. And I don’t share.”
He blinked at her. He had to have been hearing things. “Ino? You…mean that?”
She actually looked angry for a minute. “Yes, I mean that. I may be a flirt but as you just found out, I do not sleep around.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that! I just didn’t know…I wasn’t sure… aw hell.” He grumbled. “I don’t want to share you with anyone, either. You’re mine, Ino.” It came out much more forcefully than he’d intended, but she seemed pleased.
“Good, now that that’s out of the way, how about I cook us up some pancakes and we can think about round 2?”
Chouji’s eyes widened. He had to be dreaming. “Round 2?”
She laughed. “There’s hope for you, yet, if round 2 is the first one you thought about.” She grinned cheekily at him, gave him a sound kiss and climbed out of bed. She went to the door naked and looked over her shoulder at him. “I’ll be cooking in my apron—and only my apron.”
Shikamaru would later refuse to believe that Chouji could, in fact, move that fast.
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