Last scene. Tbh, I did this all in one night, because my brain was on a rampage and added in all this romantic smut. It was probably going to be very PG to start with... but no.

Also, I don't want you guys to think that I'm portraying Choji as some sort of super-model hunky hunk. I kinda based his appearance off this classmate I used to have that was a lacrosse player. He was big and wide, very broad and deep in the chest. He was super muscular, but it wasn't defined like Christiano Ronaldo or someone like that. And the dude had a little beer gut, but it was adorable. (Also, he had a nice ass but that's on a different tangent.)

I think I dislike Ino a little less now; I might even like her. She's got a despicable character, but I think on the inside, she's in turmoil. She's actually quite tragic.

This might be overall romantic, but I can't imagine it otherwise when Choji is involved. I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading this far!

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Choji insisted he take me out to get ice cream. It was unseasonably warm, and there were no customers coming to the store. At first, I was afraid I was going to have to say no; but my mom hurried me out with her threatening broomstick and told me to take the rest of the day off.

We got to the stand, and Choji got a frozen green-tea mochi; I got my favorite ice cream flavor: lemon.

"Crap." He was digging around in his pockets frantically.

I licked at my cone absentmindedly; the tartness and cool sensation felt nice under the glaring sun. "What's wrong?"

He looked at me sheepishly, "I forgot my wallet…"

Actually, I was glad. Choji always insisted on paying, and he never had the chance to take him out. So I paid, but he insisted on paying me back. Typical.

"I'll run back to my house and bring you the money."

I went with him instead, hoping that maybe I could see his mom and talk to her for a bit. I rarely went to Choji's house; the Akamichi mansion was beautiful, but out of the way. Choji's family had their own property and section in the village as one of the oldest families in Konoha. Sure, the Yamanaka family were just as old, but less prestigious, since the Akamichi clan had saved the village countless times over with their special medicines.

He held my hand all the way there. We passed Shikamaru on the way there, and he greeted us with a wink and a lazy, lazy smile.

When we stepped inside, I was grateful for the cool shade. The old wooden floors creaked quietly as I slipped off my sandals and padded around the house with my bare feet.

"Is your mom home?" I asked. The house smelled like food. Comfortable and delicious.

"Probably not." He was rummaging around in a few drawers. "She might be at the fields picking roots for herbal tea."

I followed him into his room, which I had never been in before. It was spacious, with tall ceilings and beautiful paintings. But it was modestly furnished, with a few chairs, a bookshelf, a chest of drawers, and a large and plush bed.

"You can sit if you want." He was still looking for his damn wallet.

I plopped down on the edge of the bed and admired the beautiful paintings he had.

"Seriously, it's okay." I said. It wasn't even a lot; I made several times more in tip money for one day at the shop. He was so unreasonable sometimes.

I wasn't paying much attention because the last bit of my ice cream dripped onto my collar. "Shit."

Choji glanced over at me and then grabbed a towel sitting on one of the stools, "Here." At first, it seemed as though he was offering to wipe it off himself, but then he flushed and then handed it to me instead.

Devilishly, I winked at him as I finished the rest of my snack. "You can take care of it, you know." I licked my fingers.

I expected him to blush and stammer some sort of excuse.

But no.

He gave me a long, hard look before he kneeled down. He tilted my head back to lick that last bit off my collarbone.

I sucked in my breath at his touch.

That was unexpected. Very unexpected. Choji had never been so daring before. The last time that was even remotely close, meaning not close at all, was when we had been at the flower shop, before Kiba and Hinata walked in….

Damn them. I loved Hinata to death, but damn her and damn that dog.

Choji looked up at me, his cheeks tinged pink. Softly, "Was that okay?"

He had stopped stammering too. That had also changed since we started dating.

"Yeah." I whispered. I saw the way he was looking at me. The way a man wanted a woman. The way a man desired a woman. I had never seen that look on his face before. But, I loved it. Desire was instinctive, and right now, so was I.

I undid his headband, and it slid away in my grip and clattered to the floor. He slid his hands against my dress, around my waist. He knew what I wanted. He nuzzled my neck, licking, sucking, nipping at the skin so gently it wouldn't leave a single mark. But, it still made me ache.

He kissed my shoulder but stopped at the strap of my dress. Choji was still unsure, still afraid. And I hated it. I wanted him to trust me. To trust himself.

When I realized he wasn't going to do anything, I pulled the dress up from over my head and he gawked. I wasn't wearing a bra. He sat on the bed beside me, and I could feel his eyes travel the length of my body, taking it all in.

"See? I told you that you're beautiful." His voice was hoarse and shaky.

The entirety of his frame trembled, but I leaned towards him and climbed onto his lap. I took his hand and placed it on my chest. "You can do what you like." And I meant it. I wanted to give myself to him.

He was slow about it. He ran his fingers across my skin, splayed them across my stomach and cupped my breasts tenderly in his palm. "I remember when I once had these." I couldn't suppress a laugh at his comment, and he smiled.

"They look different on a woman."

Choji kissed me once, twice, and then gently kneaded at my breasts. His breath was hot against my neck and when he pinched my nipple, and I caught my breath. He stopped immediately, "Did I hurt you?" He was so concerned; it really hadn't, it just was unexpected.

"No." You stopping is what's hurting me.

He flushed as he caught another glance at me. "I don't know what to do, Ino. I've… I've never done this before."

So, I was going to be his first.

I smiled, "I'll show you."

I guided his head towards my chest, and he ran his tongue across my breast. He sucked at them, rolling and nibbling gently as I enjoyed it all. But, when I tried to take off his vest, he pulled back and grabbed my wrists.

"What is it?" I was hurt he would stop me. Had he changed his mind? I would break if he had.

He was so nervous, he was stammering again. "I'm not… I d-don't… my body isn't…"

I softened, and slowly pulled away from his grip to unzip his vest. "Please." I begged. I sat on his lap, with my arms crossed around my stomach.

He hesitated, before pulling the long-sleeved shirt over his head and throwing it to the side.

His chest was wide and hard, and I placed my hand against his heart to feel it pound wildly. He intertwined his fingers with mine, but he wouldn't look at me. And he wouldn't look at himself, either. But he really was handsome. Sure, he had a little gut. But it wasn't bad at all. Because I knew that's where his strength came from. And underneath that barely noticeable layer, was pure muscle. I knew it because he trained so hard and this was the body the gods had given him for his effort, whether or not he realized it. His arms were thick and defined, his shoulders broad and strong. That muscle was layered with thick, white scars which marked him as a true shinobi of Konoha.

I didn't know what to say. How could he be ashamed? "You're beautiful, too, Choji."

He glanced up at me. "Ino…"

"I'm serious." To prove it to him, I slid his hand past my stomach and beneath the lace. He held in his breath as he felt the slick wetness, and his eyes widened. "This shows how much I want you." I murmured hotly. Again, I guided his hands; his fingers slid against me and slipped inside me.

I pulled down the lace and untangled it from my legs, and his eyes got even wider. I didn't need to tell him what to do next. He just leaned his head down and gently ran his tongue against me. I shuddered, and he did it again, harder.

I gasped, and I tried to twist away but he yanked me closer, gripping my thighs and nuzzling himself deeper inside me, as his tongue probed me so intimately.

I pulled at his hair, and he stopped with a puzzled expression in those chestnut-brown eyes. "I want to do it to you."

I reached down to unbutton his pants, and now I was dumbstruck.

"Choji…" I let out, gargled and mangled.

"What?" He was bright red.

He was huge. I'm talking about at least 10 inches, if not a foot. It was like something out of a porno.

Goddamn. I was blushing as I stared. "If girls knew about this, they would all want to sleep with you." I joked.

Choji chuckled nervously, but he ran his fingers through my hair, and pulled out the ribbon I used to tie it back at the shop. "I don't want to sleep with anyone but you."

My emotions spilled over. "I love you." I blurted out.

I had never seen Choji smile so wide. He leaned into me to give me a kiss, the tips of his hair tickling my cheek. "And I love you."

It was his turn to struggle as I put my lips to his manhood. Granted, I couldn't take it all; it was a ridiculous amount. But, he moaned aloud as I flicked my tongue against the tip and sucked on it slowly. Our gazes met, unbroken, as I obscenely licked the entire thing from base to tip. His chest trembled and his breath hitched up a notch as I bobbed my head up and down above his cock. When he put his hand against my head, I was afraid he would force me down, which guys liked to do. They liked to make you choke and fight for air. But, not Choji. He just ran his trembling fingers through my hair as I slowly pleasured him.

I didn't want to bring him all the way with just my lips though. I helped him position himself as I reclined on my back. I was shaking at the thought of him inside me. And when he entered, it hurt.

I sucked in my breath, but I couldn't stop the cry escape from my lips.

He stopped, "I don't want to hurt you." He mumbled. "I can stop right now."

I knew he didn't want to, but if I said the words, he would.

"No." This pain was temporary, I could endure it for him. "Keep going. It's okay."

And he thrusted into me, gently, but my hips still buckled and I couldn't stop the tears.

Choji kissed me softly. "I'm sorry." He murmured. He thrusted again before stopping. "Hold on…"

He flipped onto his back, so that I was straddling him now. He grinned. "Is this better?" He gripped my hips, guiding me down to meet him at the base. And it did feel better. The pain was starting to go away.

The pace was slow at first, and he tolerated it as I slowly moved my hips against his. But, when my legs gave out, his instincts took over and he grabbed at my hips hard, and starting guiding me up and down at a faster, more brutal pace. I shoved my fist against my mouth to stop from screaming out. He was loving me so hard, so fiercely.

He pulled my hands away from my face, "Let me hear you."

So he did. He heard me groan and cuss and gasp for air, while his strong, sweat-covered arms bore my weight. He was still clumsy, but it didn't matter. It felt so good.

I climaxed once, but I told him not to stop. When I did again, he promised he would follow soon. At his peak, he slid himself out from me and came across my stomach and my thighs with one, long moan.

For a moment, neither of us moved. He kept running his fingers through my hair. This time, I was the one who was shaking. Then, he reached over and grabbed the towel to wipe his hot, sticky mark off my skin.

He sat up and pulled me against his chest. I traced one of the scars on his shoulder. Exhausted, I didn't move. He repeatedly kissed the top of my head, my temple, the tip of my nose.

"That was my first time." He whispered into my hair.

"That was my first time, too."

He gave me a look, "But… all those other guys…"

I shrugged. "Sure, I've had plenty of sex. But, I've never made love."

He weighed my comment for a moment, and then smiled as he drew me in and rubbed his nose along my cheek. "In that case, I'll make love to you whenever you want."

Even though we had just had a brutal round, he was still so innocent. And, he didn't even seem bothered about my actions with all those past men.

I grabbed the ribbon off the bedside and began to pull my hair up. But he stopped me gently, and pulled the ribbon from my fingers. He pressed it against his lips. "Let me have this."

My hair fell back down, and I tied it around his wrist. He admired the blue color, and pulled the blanket up around us.

"Now, I'm tied to you." He said, happily. He kissed my cheek, and then he kissed my lips so sweetly.

No. I was the one tied to him.