See as no one yelled at me. I going to post a story I find in a Naruto fourm. This is a lemon by the way.

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By lumoslumiere

"Hey," Ino said, giving Chouji a gentle nudge.

"Oh," the larger shinobi said with a wan smile. "Hey, Ino."

With his obligatory greeting out of the way, Chouji rested once more on the hidden rooftop. Normally Ino avoided her teammates' cloud-viewing sanctuary; the open sky and penchant for updrafts played havoc with her hair. But things hadn't been normal all week, as the absence of Chouji's ever-present bag of chips could attest. Ino further kicked normal aside as sat next to the large man in armor.

"All I get is an 'Oh hey?'" she asked, pouting. "I thought as your old teammate I rated a bit more than that."

"I'm sorry, Ino," Chouji said, his body armor clattering as he struggled to sit up. Below a large, bushy mane the young man's face looked thoroughly chastised as he bit his lip. "I didn't mean to-"

"I'm only kidding, Chouji!" Ino huffed, playfully swatting his arm. Leaning closer, she asked, "But seriously, why the hang-dog look? You remind me of Naruto when Ichiraku closed down for repairs."

Chouji smiled before realizing just how close the blonde kunoichi had moved. Looking away and fighting not to glance at her breasts, he sighed. The sky was unusually blue and empty, he noted. The building was a rather squat storehouse away from the main thoroughfares of the village with verdant tree tops isolating the roof like an island amidst a towering wall of green. It was perfect for watching clouds without being too accessible to people with "troublesome" errands.

"I dunno, Ino," Chouji mumbled, avoiding those piercing blue eyes. "I guess I'm just outta sorts or something."

"Huh," Ino said flatly. "And here I was thinking about sharing this delicious snack bag of chips with you because your slacking buddy pretty much ditched our asses for a post in Suna."

Chouji turned as though struck, finding his vision full of mischievous blue eyes and blonde hair. Seeing her teasing grin, he deflated and lowered his chin to rest against his breastplate. Idly wishing he had a rock to kick, Chouji asked, "That obvious, huh?"

Instead of a reply, Chouji felt something poke his face. Confused, faced Ino as she traced a path from his cheek to rest on his lower lip. An understanding half-smile adorned her features and she just gave the husky shinobi a shrug in answer to his silent question. Smiling in return, captured the chip in his mouth and slowly consumed it.

When she brandished another chip, Chouji raised his eyebrows in question. "Ah ah," Ino said with a sultry grin. "It's my turn."

Hesitantly, Chouji took the crispy wafer from her much more slender fingers. Gently and with a tremor in his hands, he lifted the chip to Ino's mouth. Like a seductive shark, she opened wide and bit down past the chip, letting her teeth graze Chouji's index finger. Closing her lips around his finger, Ino began sucking on it like a lollipop and slowly pulling back until she'd both divested him of the chip and his breath.

"Mmm, not bad" she said as she chewed. Chouji just nodded mutely, as Ino swung around her leg to straddle him. Impish delight etched onto her features, she produced another chip. "Your turn again."

Chouji couldn't even nod a response this time as Ino placed the chip between red lips and leaned forward. Delicate hands slid up his breastplate and slithered across his shoulders to rest behind his neck. Immobilized, Chouji fought to do something, even if only to speak.

"Tired of snacks I guess?" Ino asked around the chip as she ground her hips into his lap. The weak, strangled sound Chouji made in response only served to widen her grin. Disengaging her hands from around his shoulders, Ino began to unbutton her top with deliberate pauses. When only the final clasp remain and her breasts were but a mere shrug from freed, she removed the chip from her mouth and began tracing a winding, sensuous path along her lips, down her neck, finally nestling the potato crisp in the valley of her cleavage. "And ready for dessert?"

"Ino," Chouji said, his voice constricted as his eyes refuse to meet hers for more than scant moments before being drawn back to the proffered bounty. "I thought," he said, swallowing against the tightness in his throat. "I thought I- I was too fat?"

"And I used to be too skinny, remember?" she teased. Then she pushed her breasts together making the flesh around the chip rise and nearly envelope it. "I'd say we both filled out, ne?"

Chouji was speechless as she ran a tender hand through his hair and removed his forehead protector. And while he was still stunned when that same hand drew him closer to her lips, the warm reality of everything Ino pulled him back into himself. Kissing Ino was nothing like how he thought it should be: she tasted salty and like barbecue flavored chips. Comforting and familiar and yet still delicious.

A barbecue flavored Ino struck Chouji as something terribly amusing, giving him a smile as he gladly followed that trail of spice along its curvy path. He no longer needed Ino's guidance as he found the treasure between her breasts, nor did he stop with the chip. An Akimichi's appetite once roused was a ravenous thing, soon Ino's breast were liberated from the leather constraints. The blonde kunoichi moaned her approval of Chouji's choice of feasts, relishing his attention.

Strong, calloused hands made their way up Ino's legs, leaving heat and tingling awareness as they traveled around the swell of her hips. Teeth grazed her nipples, inciting Ino to grind against the growing hardness pressing against her sex and delight in feeling those firm hands slide to cup her ass. Emboldened by her cooing, Chouji sank his fingers into her flanks, squeezing as he pressed her closer. He was rewarded with the most intoxicating gasp and whimper he'd ever heard.

Ino thrust her pelvis again, grunting. The brief taste of pleasure was maddeningly insufficient, and it drove her hand from exploring Chouji's hair to tugging at his breast plate to gain access to his waistband.

"Here, let me just-" Chouji said, removing his hands to unclasp the now cumbersome armor. Ino grabbed his wrists and planted them firmly back on her rear.

"It stays," she said, her voice thick. Ino's determined gaze belied her wicked grin, leaving Chouji nodding and holding on for dear life. As if she knew the affect of her words, Ino added, "I like how it feels."

Chouji wriggled in pleasure as Ino took her time finding the zipper to his pants, choosing to run her questing fingers over him through the fabric several times. When those fingers closed around his length, he froze afraid of spilling himself in her soft, warm grip.

"I-Ino," he said, breath hitching as her small hand guided his manhood with one hand while another worked at pulling her skirt and fishnets. His mouth suckled at the pulse of her throat when she took him, muffling his cries as he sank his teeth into soft, fragrant skin.

Chouji pulled her close, crushing her flushed breasts against the hard, cool surface of his armor. The flood of sensation caused Ino to shiver before she began rocking forward and back. Her overstimulated nipples rubbed against the imperfections of the breastplate as Chouji's mouth discovered a spot on her shoulder that was seemingly made of electrical pleasure. Ino sank lower, trying to gather as much of him into her as possible, trying to reach that point where her ache would explode into bliss.

Chouji, for his part, felt like he was nearing his finishing point the moment Ino engulfed him in slick warmth. The only thought he could hold onto through all the visceral pleasure was that he couldn't possibly satisfy her at this rate. Awkwardly, he searched for the little nub of flesh that might at least let him equalize things. An Akimichi may have a great appetite, but they never left a companion hungry. When Ino came up for another thrust Chouji snaked a hand to her cleft flesh, fingers probing.

Her cry of "Oh! God!" and the presence of a pearl encased in liquid silk let him know of his success. Ino's breath heated his ear as her labored panting grew desperate and his finger coaxed mewling pleas from her lips. All too soon, Chouji's vision blurred as he emptied himself into Ino, clinging to her like lifeline as his fingers forced her to follow suit.

Chouji rested with the blonde in his arms, feeling himself grow soft within her and too sated to care. He could have closed his eyes and drifted off had Ino not directed his eyes back to hers.

"I know you'll miss him," she said, blue irises heavy-lidded and drowsy as well. "But you're not alone. You're still got me. You're not alone."

Embracing her fiercely, Chouji closed his eyes and just cherished the heat and feel of Ino.

"Never alone."