Chapter 2 - The Akimichi Appetite- Temari


A/N: This is a bit of an oldie but I guess I never got enough feedback to think it was worth it. Might be fun though~

With a semi-amused, long-suffering sigh, Choji and Ino shared a look only two comrades who had been through the best and worst of it all could understand. The fact that they were also playing footsie under the table was irrelevant, especially when compared to the barely-restrained violence about to occur between the other occupants sharing their booth
 
“Oh, so you’re happy being a lazy slob about everything except this-”
 
“You’re blowing this out of proportion, just calm down for a moment and let me-”
 
“Don’t tell me to calm down Shikamaru! I AM CALM!”
 
The crash of a fist smashing down onto their table and jostling all their cutlery would have been humorous if it wasn’t soon followed by the blonde Suna princess getting up to storm away from their table in a huff. Out of the corner of his eye, Choji spied a hint of Temari’s thick thigh as her ankle length black dress shifted with her hips, almost indecently high slits in the sides teasing him as she tugged at the red sash around her waist and stomped off towards the bathroom.
 
“You know, Shika, you’re the stupidest genius I know.”
 
The dramatic sigh of his only male teammate drew Choji away from the view of Temari’s undulating backside just before it disappeared around the corner, already knowing full well what was about to come crashing down on his Nara compatriot as Ino worked herself up to dispense some apparently much needed advice on how to treat a woman.
 
Clapping one massive, beefy hand onto the thinner man's shoulder, Choji valiantly smirked in the face of his pleading as he too stood up from the table, finishing his drink with a sigh as Shikamaru watched him with betrayal scrawled across his features.
 
“You have fun with that, I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Shika, don’t run, Ino? Don’t break him.”
 
Laughing, Choji left the sounds of one third of their team ripping into the wilting spirit of another. Without even really thinking about it Choji followed the familiar trail blazed by their fourth, slipping away from the bustling restaurant behind as he came to a much more deserted hallway leading towards both the mens and womens bathrooms. There, he pulled up short to find Temari furiously pacing back and forth, hands raised as if to strangle someone while she worried at her juicy looking lower lip with a passion.
 
“Damn, shitty, lazy, whiny, infinitely slouching Leaf shinobi pain in my- oh… Choji.” Flushing slightly at his humorously quirked eyebrow, Temari looked between him and her flexing hands before quickly hiding them away as she straightened up and tried to preserve at least some of her dignity. “Come to drag me back?”
 
“Nah, Ino’s currently dissecting Shika for all he’s worth so I figured I’d at least skip some of it by taking a bathroom break. What about you, practicing your form?” He smirked, bringing his hands up in an imitation of how she’d looked earlier, getting a scowl for his troubles as she huffed.
 
“Don’t mess with me, it’s not my fault your friend has such a shit grasp on women.”
 
“Well, you’ve got me there I’m afraid. I love Shika, but we’d all probably have a lot more peace if he handled you better.”
 
Nodding her head as Choji turned to the men's room door, his words finally seemed to register with Temari as she gaped in disbelief before rounding on him like a feral dog.
 
“HEY! What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She demanded, brow furrowed as he waved without looking her way.
 
“Not now, gotta pee.”
 
“Oh no you don’t!”
 
Hot on the chase of her boyfriend’s lumbering teammate, Temari didn’t seem to realise in her angered state just where she was following him. The white tiled, clean looking bathroom beyond lined with urinals down one side, sinks with mirrors ahead and cubicles on the third put a stutter in her step before the blonde could find her resolve as she realised that it was empty. Spying her quarry who’d headed towards the furthest urinal, the desert dwelling babes fury carried her through the unfamiliar environment towards him.
 
“Don’t you run from me, tell me what you meant by- OH MY GOD!”
 
Uncaring of her presence, Choji shamelessly undid the front of his trousers and reached for what was packed away beneath, pulling his languid meat python out into the open where Temari got one glimpse before slamming her hands over her now steaming face, struggling to find the words as he grunted with the release and sighed.
 
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!? Put that away!” Her hysteria melted into a hiss, helpless against the urge to peek through her fingers as she stared at the biggest prick she’d ever even heard of.
 
“I’m trying to take a piss and putting it away would kind of defeat the purpose, now wouldn’t it?” Choji’s sardonic tone made her jaw clench, now forcing the words out through gritted teeth as she saw him lean back and relax.
 
“You can’t wait five minutes?”
 
“If it bothers you that much then just leave.” Her wild eyes narrowed behind spread fingers at his smug tone, clicking her tongue and raking his size up and down with suspicion.
 
“Oh you would want that, wouldn’t you? I leave and your teammates grab hold of me so you can make a clan get away. Uh uh, I’m not going anywhere.” She put her foot down, dropping her hands and folding her arms as the blush sat plainly on her face.
 
“Suit yourself.” Choji huffed, not opening his eyes and swaying gently on his feet.
 
Moments passed and with each one, Temari grew more antsy. Despite her bravado she knew it was only a matter of time before someone found them. They were in a public restroom after all and that pushed her anxiety to impatient heights as she tapped her foot.
 
“What the hell is taking you so long? Already having performance issues at your age?”
 
That got a chuckle from the big boned shinobi, seeming utterly calm next to her nervousness as her voice sent blood to his length.
 
“Sorry, I’m not used to going with an audience. Besides, do you know how hard it is going with a dick this big? I’ve had a long day and I don’t feel like straightening it out because you want to throw a hissy fit.”
 
Just like he knew it would, that comment seemed to trigger the curvy kunoichi as she thoughtlessly stomped closer, standing on her tiptoes to try and get in his face while he cracked an eyelid open to meet her snarling visage.
 
“I am NOT throwing a hissy fit! Besides…” Her focus shifted between him and the foot long piece of meat dangling out over the bowl and she gulped, senses taking leave as she reached out to prove that cocky look wrong. “It’s not even that big, if you’re gonna make excuses then you should at… least…”
 
The second Temari’s long, soft fingers curled around his girth Choji knew he had her, swelling to fill out her hold as she came to the startling realisation that her hand couldn’t wrap the whole way around him.
 
“What, too big for you Princess? Didn’t think that out of everything, this would shut you up.”
 
His taunts brought Temari back to attention, a haughty sniff sounding out even as she squeezed him testingly and started to lift.
 
“Don’t be ridiculous, this is nothing to me, in fact-” Her hand straightened his length out and Choji sighed, relieving himself into the urinal while Temari gaped and felt his muscle shift in her palm. “W-wow, that… that’s disgusting.”
 
Contrary to her tone, she certainly didn’t sound disgusted, more in awe than anything as his size somehow continued to grow until she was holding the fully erect monstrosity. Giving it a tentative stroke, Temari ‘Eep’d’ as Choji grunted and slid his hand through the side of her dress’ slit to palm the furthest ass cheek, pulling her in close to mould against his side while she continued to coax out the rest of his stream.
 
“Just, hah~ just where do you think you’re touching me!?” She tried to growl but it came out more as a whimper, nipples stiffening against his ribs while he voraciously fondled the meat of her derriere, playing with her panties and tugging them in then out of her crack.
 
“What are you complaining about, it’s only fair. After all, you’re the one who can’t seem to keep their hands to themself!” He teased the lining of her panties, causing Temari to lick her lips as his shaft throbbed beneath her fingers.
 
“Don’t be ridiculous, I need you to hurry up and finish before someone sees us!”
 
“Then why are you still stroking?”
 
Her face scrunched up in confusion and Temari looked down. There, her breath hitched as she realised his release had come to an end and she had no idea when. She’d just been stood there, stroking Choji’s dick for who knows how long while he watched.
 
“See, this is what I’m talking about. We wouldn't have to keep listening to you bitch and whine if Shika could just keep you under control.”
 
Tempted to rip him apart by the base, Temari wasn’t prepared for the sensation of one thick, sausage like finger as it traced down the crack of her arse to prod at her panty covered mound, making her gasp as an immediate rush of juices leaked out to soak the fabric while Choji turned and gripped her chin between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand.
 
“Choji! No, don’t you dareHMPH!” Eyes wide with disbelief, Temari couldn’t move a muscle as she was dragged up onto her tiptoes while a pair of rough lips muffled any protest she could give.
 
Him pulling away to look down at her was the signal the rest of her body needed to restart, dragging in a deep breath as the air around them felt increasingly warm against her skin. The thumb on his shaft stroked gently while her other hand rose to wag a warning finger in his smirking face.
 
“We are both going to pretend that didn’t happen. Now, let me go-MMPH!”
 
His lips came back down but this time Temari rose to meet him, breasts flattening against his surprisingly firm chest while the hand on her backside squeezed till the tender meat turned red with his finger marks. While before Choji had settled for simply tasting the sweet plumpness of her lips, this time he wanted more, slipping a bit of tongue past the entrance of her mouth as she gasped and curled her fingers in the front of his shirt, eyes falling closed until they naturally came apart to look one another in the face, nose to nose.
 
“You fucker.”
 
One second they were in a standoff and the next Temari was gasping, arms wrapping around his thick neck as the finger probing her mound dug in deep, squeezing out a trail of pussy juice to go dripping down her inner thighs while Choji lifted her up into the air. Legs wrapped around his waist and his hands dropped down to hold her under both strong thighs, spinning around and depositing her onto the counter dotted with sinks lying adjacent.
 
They were apparently done talking as Choji tore himself away from her writhing tongue, leaving her to pant open mouthed and flushed as he crudely reached for her panties. Far from resistant, Temari showed off her flexibility as a kunoichi by pressing her legs together and straightening them up towards the ceiling, toes pointed as her knees just grazed her shoulders. 
 
Nearly salivating at the sight presented, Choji took her blood red panties trimmed with black and rolled them all the way down her legs and off her ankles, licking his lips at the clear damp patch in the middle as the now deliciously bare girl gulped before him. Underwear still in hand, the Akimichi pried her legs apart by the knees, exposing all of her puffy lipped mound to his eyes as he stepped closer and slapped his obscenely huge cock down on her lips.
 
Temari’s breasts bulged as her chest heaved form the feeling of his helmet landing with a wet ‘SPLAT’, getting her to whimper as he slid forward and briefly hot dogged her entrance while showing the poor desert dwelling beauty just how far he was about to go, where no man had gone before.
 
Using his cock like a paddle, Choji snickered as he bounced himself up and down on her clit, getting a pleasure spurred jolt with every love tap before he pulled himself back to settle at her entrance.
 
“I’m told it can be rather rough for a girl when they first take me fully. So, do your best not to break my eardrums!”
 
Glaring at his upbeat attitude, Temari nevertheless felt her lower lips flutter as his size pressed warningly against her slit, heart thumping as just the edge of his tip spread her wide open. But she was never one to back down.
 
“Or, you could slow down and not be a DICK~”
 
With a inconsiderate lurch Choji rammed himself into her tunnel, grunting at how tightly it clamped down in a vain attempt at slowing him while its owner choked on her own tongue, nails digging into his shoulders as what felt like a lamp post speared itself up her quim on a trajectory for her poor, unsuspecting womb.
 
Seeing his newest lover reflexively jerk forward to scream, Choji brought his beefy palm up to plant itself over her lips, muffling her cries while leaving enough room for her nose to suck down the oxygen she desperately needed. Pained eyes refocused themselves to stare in shock at the puffing shinobi currently remodelling her cunt to his size, right before they dipped lower to see a pair of red, wet, expensive knickers, her knickers, being used as a barrier between her teeth and his palm. 
 
The scent of her own stale arousal mixed with the pain of being stretched to create something hot. From her stiff little nipples to her crotch, Temari felt a heat unlike anything of her homeland as her tongue poked forward to taste that musky wet spot over her mouth while she moaned.
 
Feeling her walls ease around him, Choji grinned and seized it for all it was worth as he pulled himself away from her desperately sucking hole before slamming back up to his balls against her ass cheeks with a resounding ‘CLAP!’. If she was in her right mind, Temari might have rethought her previous opinion of being muzzled with her own panties. Unfortunately, she was too busy feeling her briefly empty cavern being filled back up to the brim with prime cock meat, the sensation of that massive weapon scraping down her insides to bump her cervix turning the fierce blonde into a scrambling mess as she held onto Choji’s broad shoulders like a lifeline while her long legs stuck out straight behind him, toes curling and her heels almost coming loose as he finished enjoying the experience of entering her for the first time to begin fucking.
 
SCHLAP-SCHLAP-SCHLAP!
 
The hand on her face falling away to take its rightful place on her hips, Temari took her first breath as a newly stretched woman before dissolving into a mess of airy moans and grunts. The furious pounding of her pussy sent wave after wave of testosterone fuelled ecstasy shooting up her spine and into her brain, a tingle in her rear the only indication that Choji’s pace was turning the firm, bouncy bubble butt there from a light tan to cherry red as he powered forward into her depths before being rebounded by the resilient flesh, only to come back for more. The worst part was that with every womb scraping plunge, her own arousal was there to match it, the gooeyness of her poor pussy echoing out in the empty bathroom.
 
“You~mother~fucker~I’m~gonna~kick~your~ass!” Temari grunted between every thrust, ass quaking and her legs tightening around his waist as Choji snorted.
 
“Dumb, sand, SLUT!” He threw himself forward and picked up the pace, making Temai squeal as her eyes rolled back and she shook through her first orgasm. “When I’m done with you, I’ll be amazed if you can walk!”
 
Temari felt legs stretch warningly past the violent haze of pleasure currently blinding her to the big dicked bastard ruining her for any other man, vision returning just in time to watch as Choji squeezed her knees to her face and leaned forward to hook her legs over his shoulders. Then, with a breathless cry, the trembling blonde felt herself being hauled up into the air as Choji straightened up and stepped back, leaving her with only him to hold onto as she slid down his front all the way to the base of that cock.
 
This new position forced his length to rub against all the spots it couldn’t hit before as Temari gurgled at suddenly finding herself folded in two, her hands grasping for his shoulders and neck with his on her backside being the only thing stopping her from plummeting to the cold tile below… well, that and his dick.
 
“OH MY FAWKING GAAAAWD~” Temari’s tongue stuck out to drag across his shirt as Choji breathed deep and flexed.
 
The impaled blonde thought she might be ripped in two as her luscious figure was drawn up into the air before being dropped back down, the mortifying ‘SQUELCH’ of her pussy releasing its arousal all over his mighty balls making her whine as he used her like a sex toy to throw up and down on his dick.
 
“I hate you~ I hate you~ I hate youuuuuuuMMPH-mmmmmmm~”
 
Her mantra was swallowed up by another scorching kiss, one she eagerly returned as their tongues rolled back and forth between their mouths, sharing saliva and drowning out the sound of their raucous fucking with the vibartion of their moans.
 
“FUCK!” Choji gasped, tearing himself away from her lips while she squealed in delight as he hunched forward to pummel her even harder. “Ever since I saw you at the Chunin exams, I knew I had to taste this hungry desert pussy! Good thing you’re such a desperate BITCH!”
 
“Fuuuh-F-F-Fuccckkkk yooouuuu~” She cried as he anchored himself deep.
 
Pausing to enjoy how she felt pressed tight against him, Choji felt the most aggressive orgasm yet tear through her, leaving her straining limbs limp as a rag doll while he dropped her down onto two shaky feet before spinning her around.
 
Stumbling like a drunk, a pleasure dizzy Temari gasped as one of her four pigtails was yanked backwards. Her insides felt cold, empty as she ground her now recovered ass backwards into his lap before forcing her blurry eyes open to look ahead. She was horrified, and so immensely aroused to realise what she was looking at.
 
“Please.” She whimpered, squeaking as he pulled tighter on her hair so she couldn’t look away.
 
“What do you see?” He purred, drinking in the flushed, needy state of her face.
 
“I-I see me.” She gasped out, arching her back and rubbing where she knew his dick was.
 
“That’s right, and what do you look like? Be honest!” His throaty demand made her knees shake, the thought of lying not even crossing her mind as a fresh flood of arousal poured down the inside of her legs.
 
“A… a slut?”
 
“A what!?” He growled, making her shudder.
 
“I look like a slut!” She cried as he licked his lips, pushing forward so she could feel his girth through the back of her dress.
 
“Are you? Are you some nasty Suna slut?”
 
“HAH~ Fuck yesssss, I’m a naughty, nasty Suna whore!” Temari warbled while leaning her whole body back into his chest, cooing as his tongue briefly swiped over her ear.
 
“That means you want dick, right? That’s what all whore’s want, some big, fat, cock?” He punctuated each sentence with a harsh push of his hips.
 
“Yes, yes, yes, you fucker. I want your big fat Akimichi dick! No one else's, please just fill me back up!” She begged, a shameless imitation of the proud woman she was just a while ago.
 
“Show me!” He gasped, reaching the end of his rope alongside her as Temari jumped to do as he bid, dragging the long trails of her black dress out of the way so he could have an unobstructed view of her sloppy pussy, cream running down her thighs as she displayed herself in the middle.
 
“Please Choji, I need it sooooo bad!” She whined as he tugged the back of her dress to the side and slipped his angrily throbbing length between her legs, wedging it up against her mound to rub against her proudly erect clit while she clamped down around him with her thick, sticky thighs.
 
“That means you’re done giving me attitude, right? Only good, obedient, nasty sluts get fucked, is that understood!?” He gasped in her ear as she moaned and nodded the best she could while he held her by the ponytail.
 
“Yes I swear, I promise, I promise, I promise I promise I- OH THANK FUCKING GOD!”
 
With a tug he pulled back, took aim and plunged himself back up to the base within her cunt. Choji only had a moment to enjoy her warmth before being startled by the collapse of her body, saved by his quick reactions as he crouched down so she could lean back against him while he took the opportunity to hook her knees over his elbows.
 
Rising back up, he realised that the pleasure had actually knocked her unconscious for the moment, his rough lifting of her into the air waking Temari right up with a hearty gasp as she bounced on his cock and groaned.
 
With her ankle length dress still thrown over her legs, Temari had an unobstructed view of her comparatively tiny body being held up in the air while Choji’s size stretched her obscenely wide, cream pouring out around him as he pounded up into her already well beaten ass cheeks.
 
“SHIT, CHOJI YOU’RE RUINING ME!” Temari wheezed, crying out as he used the grip in her knees to spread her out even wider, getting a short spurt of pussy juice for his troubles as he snorted and focused on hammering his shape into her cunny walls.
 
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP
 
He mercilessly went to town on her body, burning the memory of how she felt wrapped around him alongside the view of her tits bouncing behind their cover, pussy bare and weeping for what only he could give into his mind. He could feel himself reaching the end but he wanted more.
 
Temari’s whimpering, breathless moans of pleasure melted into a series of wet gurgles as Choji tensed and squeezed her strong legs closer and closer towards her chest and face. With a start, she realised he had brought both big hands up behind her head to link together, about the same moment her eyes widened with excitement and fear as he locked her into a full nelson before bringing his strength to bear.
 
It felt like his cock was overtaking her entire body, Temari’s orgasm having been displaced around the monster cock being rapidly torn out of her pussy before punching itself back in, making her squeal as her eyes rolled back and her jaw ached from hard it had begun to clench. Bending his knees, Choji lowered his centre of gravity to gain more stability, entering the home stretch as he began bruising her insides with the speed of his hips.
 
“Here it comes you slippery desert bitch. TAKE! IT! ALL!”
 
With the last few slaps of his hips against her ass meat echoing out, Temari felt her entire body shudder through one final, energy draining orgasm as Choji buried himself up to the hilt against her cervix and released. The sensation of what felt like a gallon of cum being poured into her depths drowned out the last few dregs of decency she had left.
 
“Yeah, that’s a good look for you.” Choji panted.
 
Eyes struggling to focus, Temari took one look at the mirror and whined. She couldn’t help it though, eyes lazy and half closed where her head hung between her trembling knees, still folded in half as Choji hadn’t seen fit to let her down. This meant she had nothing to look at other than the reflection of her big, dopey smile, teeth barely showing as her sticky, drenched tongue hung out and drizzled saliva all over her chin and dress,  expression frozen in a humiliating ahegao that stayed with Temari as Choji finally unhooked her legs and dropped her back onto solid ground. 
 
With a grunt and a ‘schlurp’ he pulled his dick from where it had kept her womb plugged up, leaving a river of jizz to go pouring down her thighs onto the restroom floor before she could desperately tense and trap it inside. 
 
The next few minutes were a blurry rhythm, the two of them remaining silent as they cleaned themselves of all traces from their escapades, aside from the generous, gooey donation Temari couldn’t quite bring herself to ‘unload’ in plain sight for him to see. 
 
With a ‘click’ the door closed behind them and she woke up from her stupor to realise that they had made it back out into the hallway. Temari didn’t quite know what to do, what to think. It all felt like a dream, but the gently sloshing in her gut proved that it wasn’t. Opening her mouth but not finding the words, both she and the beefy Akimichi to her side were saved as a frustratingly familiar voice appeared, quickly followed by its owner from around the corner.
 
“Choji! Temari! There you guys are, we thought something had happened!” Waving them down, Ino’s rolling eyes paused as she finally looked at them.
 
Her instincts were screaming something wasn’t right and Choji, knowing how much of a bloodhound for gossip his teammate was, quickly excused himself by claiming to go and reassure Shikamaru.
 
Left stranded under the suspicious frown of an equally stubborn blonde, Temari’s sex drained muscles couldn’t respond in time as Ino stomped up into her face and corralled her back against the wall.
 
“Ino! What the hell do you think you’re- wai- INO!” 
 
Screeching before frantically looking around to see if she’d drawn anyones attention, Temari failed to defend herself against the invasive touch of Ino’s hands. A fresh breeze glided over her still bare cunny and the Suna native distantly realised that Choji must have kept her underwear, right before being torn from that thought as the mind walker, without an ounce of hesitation, glared right into her eyes and sunk two fingers up into her cunt.
 
Temari’s palm slammed down over her lips, growing tired of having herself muffled but deeming it necessary as Ino’s writhing fingers buried themselves up to the knuckle in her pussy, an honest ‘SQUELCH’ revealing her guilt as she flushed bright red and moaned at the shock of sinful pleasure radiating out from the judging girls touch.
 
Pulling her hand from under the dress of a whimpering Temari, Ino didn’t drop eye contact as she brought her own fingers up to her mouth, opened wide and sucked on the creamy digits, slurping wildly as Temari watched on in disbelief and reluctant lust. Smacking her lips to make sure it definitely was what she thought it was, Ino gave a dry and throaty chuckle as she leaned closer into a wilting Temari’s personal space.
 
“You. Fucking. Whore!” She hissed, getting a terrified whimper from Temari who almost attempted to slide down the wall before a long, elegant leg shot between her own and pinned her to the wall by her crotch. “There’s a line, no cuts!”
 
Utterly confused and not quite sure what was happening, Temari’s still weak legs buckled before righting as Ino tugged her from the wall and began pushing the cum stuffed blonde towards the main dining area. 
 
“SHIKAMARU!” Ino called out as they re-entered the restaurant, ignoring Temari’s fear induced stumble at the panicked thought that she was about to be exposed. “Temari said she wants to apologise!”
 
Out of the corner of her eye, Temari saw the familiar stature of Choji chuckling quietly to himself as she was dumped in front of her apologetic boyfriend. Trying to remember what they had even been fighting about, the wind ninjutsu user couldn’t help the coiling jealousy and irritation in her chest as she saw Ino sidle up to him, tucking herself under his arm as he played along with her whimsical nature. Though she realised, with a start, that she couldn’t be too upset.
 
After all, she could see a hint of red peeking out of his pocket and she could still feel something wet and promising gliding towards her foot. Suddenly, Shikamaru’s idiocy was a lot more tolerable.
 
‘Huh.’ Temari wondered, walking alongside Shikamaru as he glanced at her from time to time, surprised at just how docile she was behaving. ‘I wonder if this is what he meant?’
 
... 
 
‘This is kinda nice.’
 