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A federal crime in itself to be that obliviously divine at all times. And the worst part about it? You’ve got one big flashy rock decorating your pretty ring finger, one Ino noticed as you lathered yourself in a lotion he’s sure smells like liquified heaven. 

Any sensible person would’ve quickly looked away the moment they realized you weren’t wearing anything but for some reason, Ino just couldn’t tear his eyes away. And who could blame him? It’s not his fault you decided to walk around naked in your home with the blinds left wide open…

As such, there he stood at his window all wide eyed and slightly slack-jawed. It was evening time so, the sun was making its downcast journey and due to that and the angle of these neighboring houses, the fleeting sunlight cast such a beautiful warm glow on your body. You seemed so clueless that it didn’t take much staring for Ino to snap out of his daze.

Quickly pulling his curtains shut and taking a shaky inhale of air into his lungs, the man tried to shake the vivid image of you out of his mind. You were clearly an older woman, as pulchritude as they come, and married above all else so, it was beyond disrespectful and perverted of him to stare the way he did just now. It’s unlike him too, normally women have the tendency to make him nervous but you? You sparked something within him that day.

——

A week later and it gets worse. 

Ino’s only ever truly looked up to one person all throughout his life; Nanami Kento. Now, Nanami is one of the head executives of the company Ino works for and all he’s ever wanted to do was work his way up into being that man’s assistant. He’s had the opportunity of being in meetings and working on some team projects with him but, he’s always idolized Nanami and now he was learning that he lives next door?

Just what are the odds that the husband of the neighboring hot woman just so happens to be Nanami of all people? Ino swears the world is against him because he’s only been living in this neighborhood for no longer than two weeks or so and he went most of that time completely unaware of his idol—if you will—living right next door.

The day he finds out is when he comes home from work a tad bit earlier than normal, having almost crashed his vehicle into his mailbox due to the cliche display of you washing a car out in the center of your long driveway. Ino had unconsciously been waiting to lay eyes on the man who gets to come home to all that every night ever since the day he saw you naked.

Luckily for him, today was the day. 

Ino eventually parked his car into his driveway, slightly stumbling out just to place his greedy eyes on you again. Almost frantically was his gaze landing on you, spotting your beautiful frame all bent against the hood of some luxury vehicle (he hadn’t the mind to note what kind at the moment), arm stretched out to the windshield as you thoroughly cleansed the glass, and chest adorned with soapy bubbles ‘n water that glossed against your skin and sparkled beneath the beaming sun.

It’s the middle of October and while it should be way too cold for you to be doing such an activity, you didn’t seem to bat an eye despite being doused in water and soap. Even as a chilly breeze brushed over, he didn’t see you shiver not once.

Your clothing hugged every inch of you seeing as the water allowed the fabrics to stick to your skin like glue. You worked while being so gorgeously soaked, bending and stretching all over your vehicle enough for Ino to catch a glimpse of the lacy blue bra you’ve got on under your top. 

A thick swallow was warranted from him at the full presentation of you. It was as though you got even sexier with clothes on. The sensual sway of your hips and your chest as you pressed further against that soapy hood and scrubbed away at the glass until it was sparkly clean had the poor guy unable to move his feet toward his front door for a hot minute.

It wasn’t until he saw something or, someone moving within his peripherals that his body remembered how to function. Though, the second he flicks his gaze over to the person approaching you, Ino chokes on his own breath. 

It’s Nanami. Dressed in something more homely than Ino’s ever had the pleasure of gawking at, the tall blond man comes out of his home and casually strides over to you, facial expression void of any surprise at seeing you all arched over the hood of your car. Ino’s feet are slowly moving now, making a small attempt at getting toward his front porch and hopefully inside his house before he’s caught staring but, he unfortunately trips over his own feet when he sees Nanami approach you with a shameless slap to your ass and a brief kiss.

His stumbling catches the blond man’s attention from across the way and earns a glance from both you and your husband. 

Oh, he’s screwed now. Ino tells himself, trying to regain both his posture and his composure all at once as he gives his beanie a slight tug down with an aversion of his eyes. Then he’s got a hand fumbling into the pockets of his baggy pants in search of his keys, only for the damn thing to fly to the ground as he tries to tug it out. Just his luck, huh.

When he crouches down to swipe the keys—and maybe his bubbling embarrassment—up off of the ground, the sound of his name could be heard by that stoic voice he adores so much. Glancing over, he makes eye contact with Nanami again and he can feel his heartbeat picking up as the older man does nothing more than raise his hand to wave. 

Awkward as ever, Ino throws his hand up in response and just when he thinks this embarrassment is about to come to a long overdue end, up goes your hand along with a beaming smile that makes his entire body twitch.

You were so gorgeous that it hurt. God, it hurt so good to look at you.

And the cherry on top? The two young girls that come running out of the house as if they’d been trailing behind Nanami giggling and squealing adorably before rushing over to you and hugging your legs. Ino couldn’t hear the conversation from where he was but he did get the chance to take in the sight of a relatively lovely family.

Y’know, Nanami—his idol—you—the woman he’d developed a minor crush on—and two little girls that look exactly like both of you! It was adorable really. The kinda sight that should turn a normal person off from having any type of crush on a woman who’s clearly happy in her marriage and with her children.

And yet… Ino feels something blossom in his chest. He’s not a homewrecker of any sort but damn did the sight of you mothering your two girls do something to him. Before spending any more time standing outside and watching like some creep, Ino quickly turns back to his door and makes haste in getting inside his home.

He can’t keep ogling you. That’s disrespectful to Nanami.

——

So, rightfully, Ino does everything in his power to avoid the two of you within the next few days. 

Everytime he steps outside, he keeps his glances over at your house to a minimum, acts like an awkward loser whenever he does happen to run into you and you wave at him or try to speak to him, and even drags out his commute home just to avoid getting there at the same time Nanami does. 

And yet, the world can’t help but fuck him and all his attempts to avoid you two over. How? Well, one weekend there’s a soft knock on his door and when he opens it—thinking it’s probably a delivery or something of the sort—he’s pleasantly surprised to see you standing there. 

Now, Ino hasn’t had one full conversation with you outside of a simple hi or hello and yet, here you are with the cutest smile on your face and eyes that ooze interest. 

Blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t imagining the way you’re standing in front of him with a warm dish in your hands, “Mrs. Nanami?” Ino breathes out as if this were genuinely a dream. 

Your eyes seem to light up twice as much as he addresses you, the softening of your smile causing his heart to do backflips in his chest. “Oh, so you do know my name,” You say all sweetly in a tone that coaxes his inward desire to be in Nanami’s shoes. He’d give anything to hear that sound all day long.

Ino has never been more conflicted about a person in his life.

Whether or not he wanted Nanami or wanted to be Nanami was a mystery but, he was feeling something in between that. 

You watch him lift a hand up to his face to clear his throat and make his voice a bit more sturdy to conceal his nerves, “Of course I do.” Ino replies, “I uh, I work for your husband.”

Nodding, “I know!” You exclaim all cheerfully. Now he’s questioning why you assumed he didn’t know who you were if you understood he-, “You’ve just been avoiding me these past few days so I wondered if I’d made myself that much of a stranger to you.” You add, derailing his entire train of thought.

Oh. So you’d noticed his recent evasions? Quickly taken aback by your words, he clears his throat—though it comes out as more of a sudden cough—and then tries to open his mouth to work out some sort of reply to that.

Unfortunately, you only interrupt him again.

“Takuma—can I call you Takuma?” You begin with his name, the sound is so natural on your tongue that he’s forgetting you’re a married woman with two kids for a second. Then, after he gives you a soft nod of his head, you extend the pan of food in your hands out to him, “I brought this over to officially welcome you to the neighborhood! I’ve been trying to do this but, you kept running off before I could,” That last statement of yours comes out with a short chuckle before you add, “Kento speaks so highly of you that I really started to think I’d done something wrong or—”

“N-No, no, you’re fine,” Ino interjects quickly in an attempt to kill that thought immediately. You’d done everything but something wrong towards him. “Thank you,” He says, taking the pan of food from you and peeking under its top to try and see what it is.

Before he could, you’re leaning forward. The movement is sudden, quick—like you didn’t even think before doing so—and then your hand is coming over his as your eyes peer upwrds, “Hey, don’t open it now, it’s a surprise!”

Ino blinks, looking down at your hand over his and then back up at your face. His body feels hot and all you did was put your hand on him! One touch from you and he was gulping thick nerves down again. He knows he gets nervous around women but this was different. Not only that, the way you mentioned how Nanami—the Nanami—speaks highly of him has him reeling.

Clearing his throat again, Ino adjusts his feet against the ground a little to give his body some sort of easing on the tension he was fighting with. “Ah, okay, yes ma’am.” He rushes out to you.

His politeness seems to have a lightbulb going off in your head for a moment and you very slowly remove your touch from him. “Good. Now, if you ever need anything—and I mean anything at all—don’t be afraid to come knock on my door, okay?” You offer all of a sudden.

Staring at you as if you’d just spoken a language foreign to him, Ino’s left with a suddenly dry throat and an annoyingly heated body. He might’ve been a little delusional but, you did flirt with him just now, right? 

Ino replies to you with another nod of his head and that’s when you finally motion to leave, giving him a little wave before walking off towards your house. He blinks a couple more times and then looks down at the pan in his hands. Just now, it dawned on him that you said this was supposed to be a surprise. 

When he takes it inside, he doesn’t waste any more time in opening it to find that it’s a pan of food that looks as though it were made from the heart. Now, he knows you said this was to welcome him into the neighborhood but he can’t help but feel as though this were a little more personal than that.

——

That feeling of his quickly turns out to be right as a couple weeks fly by. 

Every weekend, you’d pop up at his doorstep with a plate of food. Each time, there was a sweet smile that never failed to leave him overly nervous and hardly able to think properly. Ino doesn’t know why you do this but, he doesn’t decline the routine you both quickly fall into. Nanami is never with you—nor do you mention him much whenever you stop by—but that’s the least of his concerns.

His true worries lie in why you keep bringing him food. Surely you’re just trying to be nice but he doesn’t see you do this with any other neighbor and each week, you progressively get him to talk more as if that were your end goal in this whole thing.

By the fourth week of bringing him food, things change.

For the past three prior to this, the two of you have gradually had longer—but simple—conversations on his front porch and gotten to know one another just a tad bit more. Ino is now aware that you work from home and you’re usually spending most of your time with your two girls, and you now know he’s working hard to get promoted.

The relationship between you two was never anything inappropriate outside of his occasional deluded moments where he mistook your kindness for flirting.

But today? Oh, he didn’t mistake anything. No, no, you were quite bold with your flirting.

When you bring food over for him, it’s usually sometime in the afternoon—Ino knows this because the setting sun always compliments your frame just right on his doorstep—and he’s always excited to see what new dish you’ve got for him.

On this particular evening, he decided to take an early shower thinking he could be in and out before you showed up. Unfortunately, he was only halfway through a cliche shower performance to his imaginary crowd before he’d heard his doorbell ring. 

Ino rushed out of his bathroom and didn’t even bother to put on clothes or dry any part of himself off. Much too eager to see you, he’d lazily wrapped a towel around the slim of his hips and made his way to the front door. Swinging it open, he’s met with the sight of you standing there with… no dish in your hands?

Blinking once-, twice to make sure he’s not going crazy, Ino lets his eyes run over you a couple times before he cracks a small smile, “You’re early.” He points out. And technically, you were.

The setting sunlight angled a bit higher against your body than normal but, that could have been because of the gloomy clouds beginning to decorate the sky. Even so, it did feel like you were a few minutes earlier than usual.

You merely shrug before saying, “And you’re naked.”

Then Ino watches-, no, feels how you look him up and down slowly as if he were a piece of meat and you weren’t literally married. Given that he’s fresh out of the shower, you watched the way fall’s cool breeze brushed over him and caused him to shiver faintly as it wipped the clinging steam off of his body. Water shimmered against his lean figure and clung to the outline of his shoulders. 

Your eyes were everywhere; trailing the droplets that chased one another in a downwards race against his skin, the way the light behind you caught against him and made his body glisten rather sinfully, and how the towel was far too low on his hips. You couldn’t help but stare at the sexily carved V-line that trailed down into the obstructing white fabric wrapped around him.

Its edges were damp and you felt mesmerised watching his hips sway to the side a bit as he shifted over to lean against the frame of his door—arms crossing over his chest. When you do look up again, it’s not at his face quite yet but his arms. Water is still dripping off of him and you never quite realized just how alluring the man before you was until now.

Or rather, you did realize it but you weren’t expecting such a handsomely lean physique to have been hidden from your hungry eyes for so long.

Chuckling nervously—as he typically did with you—Ino moves a hand to the back of his head to scratch, his fingertips brushing against the soaked ends of his brown hair, “Sorry, I didn’t want to leave you waiting out here for too long. But,” He pauses, looking down to your empty hands again before his brows pinch together, “You uh, you didn’t bring me anything…?”

You finally manage to snap out of your drooling daze for a second long enough to look up into his eyes. Ino was taller than you but a bit shorter than Nanami and usually when the two of you meet eyes, he doesn’t hold it for long before glancing elsewhere. You were well aware of how intimidated he seemed to be by you, despite your bubbling kindness.

Yet, today’s recurring theme seems to be a series of surprises.

Ino’s eyes, a warm sepia hue that you found quite pleasant to look into, are now the steadiest you’ve ever seen them. Set lowered on yours and almost needy as if he drank in any and all motions or syllables that vacated your very being. 

You’re the one looking away for a second as you pinch the fabric of your shirt in between your fingers to distract yourself from how intently he was staring at you. 

Then you sigh, “I actually wanted to invite you over tonight…” You say with an intentionally looong pause in between that statement and the next, “For dinner.” He watches your attention steadily drag itself back over to him before you step closer, just a fraction, “The girls are at their grandparent’s place for the weekend and Kento’s gonna be home late. I didn’t wanna eat alone, y’know?”

Your reasoning made complete sense if he’s being honest with himself here but something was telling him to go against this and politely decline you. Not only were your kids not home but apparently your husband wouldn’t be there until late? This meant it’d only be you and Ino alone in your house for god knows how many hours. That’s the kinda temptation a logically thinking and respectful man in his situation should decline.

Unfortunately for Ino, he was never the strongest soldier and the word no or any sort of decline to your lovely invitation is nowhere to be found within his mind. As your eyes rake back over to his face and you watch thick droplets of water flick off of his wet hair, you pick up on the faint upward curve in his lips before he says, “Yeah, I get you.” Though his mind is currently wracked with a guilt that spurs from simply talking about doing such a thing, “I can be over in the next hour or two, if that’s alright with you?”

You start nodding, running your gaze over the scar stretched out against the side of his forehead—his left, your right—and letting out a little hum at the sight. Most of the time when you saw Ino, he’d have a beanie on his head that left such a blemish covered but given that he’s recently out of the shower, almost everything was on full display for you. And boy were you soaking up every little detail by the minute.

“That’s perfect!” You chime as another pleased smile plastered itself over your features. Then, the two of you say your goodbyes for the time being and he waves as you turn around and stroll back to your home.

Watching you every step of the way, Ino finally lets out a very weighted breath of air he hadn't been aware he was holding in until now. All you did was invite him over for dinner, nothing crazy.

Being alone with you in your house for a little while wasn’t gonna kill him in the end.

…Right?

——

Ino moved around his home with gentle urgency as he prepared himself for the very normal dinner he was about to have with you.

He cycled through way too many outfits, trying to decide what sweater would have you not  looking at him as if you wanted to sink your teeth into him like you’d done earlier.

Though, he’ll soon come to realize that his choice of clothing matters little when your attraction towards him is so bluntly shown. 

About an hour and a half flies by and before he knows it, he’s standing outside your door fidgeting like crazy and trying to fight the sweat building up against the back of his neck. He’d already knocked a couple times and now he was waiting for you to open the door. Everything felt slow, too slow, almost as if he wasn’t supposed to be here.

And when your door finally swings open and his eyes sink to the very low-cut top you’ve got on, pounds of guilt lumps onto his shoulders and he begins to regret this instantly. There’s no way in hell he’s gonna be able to survive this dinner with you comfortably without feeling as though he was being a home-wrecker through merely looking at you.

It wasn’t just that you were an attractive woman who was married to his favorite person on earth but, you’re exactly his type.

It’s supposed to be dinner, nothing more. Neighbors share meals with one another all the time, adults are fully capable of talking for a prolonged period of time without it being anything more, and yet, jaw is taut now that he’s looking at you again.

“You’re right on time,” You start off, stepping back and widening your door to give him enough room to walk in. Even as he foots past you and his arm oh-so-faintly skims against you unintentionally, you’re quick to notice how uneasy he seems to be. “Everything’s fresh off the stove.”

Then, while he drives himself to the side to remove his shoes, he hears you shut and lock the door behind him.

He’s just here to eat and give you some company—a thought of which is constantly ringing throughout his mind to keep him from going utterly mad.

“Oh and, Kneto told me to tell you he’s sorry he’s running a little late,” You add on all of a sudden.

Ino’s brows shoot up and he glances over his shoulder to watch you pace off into your kitchen. So, Nanami knew he was here? You weren’t going behind your husband’s back to spend time with him like he’d so heavily feared? Actually, this dinner was originally supposed to be the three of you??

The very thought makes Ino’s head spin. Sitting at a table with you and Nanami sounds like a recipe for disaster towards his bodily functions. He’d be a stuttering mess if something like that were to ever happen.

But, with your words, his guilt is chipped away now that your invitation feels less like something done in secrecy.

The following events flow pretty smoothly from here on out.

You guide him into your kitchen once he’s removed his shoes and coat, showing him all sorts of dishes you’ve made, and suddenly, he feels less on edge. Perhaps tonight will go without a hitch after all. 

“You’re not disappointed that Kento’s not here, are you?” You ask him whilst you both set the table for one another—him following your lead most of the way through.

Ino’s ears seem to perk up at every mention of your husband but you’ve been pretending not to notice it. “Hm? No, of course not. I understand that he’s a busy man, so it’s fine.” Ino replies simply, keeping his eyes down on the utensils he’s currently placing onto the dinner table, “Why do you ask?”

For a simple dinner with a neighbor, things were feeling oddly domestic…

“Ah, well, I’ve noticed a few things about you, Takuma.” Oh shit, you caught on to the way he’s been unable to keep his eyes off of you for the past few minutes he’s been here, haven’t you? Or perhaps you somehow sensed how guilty he felt about this even though he’s not doing anything to warrant such an emotion… yet. Or maybe-, “You really admire him, don’t you?”

His lashes bat and the knife he was setting down falters until it hits the table with a soft clatter that’s louder than he wanted it to be, “Huh?” Ino respires, head flying up and eyes quickly flocking over to you. “I mean, yes, of course I do. E-Everyone does, I’m sure.”

You’re just about done with the area of the table you’d been setting and now you’re slowly easing your way closer to him. Humming, “Mmmh, perhaps,” before you approach his side and lean a little closer, “But not as much as you, right?”

That heat that keeps coming and going throughout Ino’s body returns tenfold as you stand directly next to him. He could smell your perfume and how pleasant it was to his senses. The lessened proximity made it hard to think-, hell, even hard to breathe. And above it all, the guiltiness he wanted so badly to go away returned again. Gulping, “I–”

“Yes or no, Takuma," Your body tips to the side so that his eyes couldn't stray away from yours. Then, you offer him some kindness through a comforting grin, “It’s a simple question.”

“Yes ma’am,” Comes stumbling past his lips as if he were possessed, the polite and well-mannered agreement so natural to leave him when directed towards you.

“There you go,” You purr in response. After which, you're finally turning away from him to go get the food, and he feels the strain in his anxiety begin to dissipate. “So I’m right, you do really admire my husband!” Your voice elevates so that he doesn't miss your words and although you don’t see it, Ino’s nodding his head while he searches his mind for what to say in response.

“I do,” He calls back to you honestly, adjusting a couple more things against the table to make sure his area matches yours before he pulls out both your chair and his own.

It’s quiet for a moment whilst you start moving stuff from the kitchen to the dining room and although Ino wanted to help, you’d insisted that you didn’t need any and made him feel even more domesticated around you.

As the minutes ticked by, he truly started to feel like a husband of some sort. The way you carried the food out and placed it onto the table in front of him like it was all made specifically for him had his heart doing those stupid jumps in his chest again.

He was definitely overthinking everything but, he really couldn’t help it!!

You were a little too sweet with him. Not that he didn’t like it, though. It just made this deep, dark part of him wish that he was really your husband instead of—

“You should tell him that, y’know,” Your voice eventually cuts through both the air and the war of his thoughts, shaking them away from wherever they’d been going.

He watches you bring out the last dish and then sit down next to him, a small sigh skating past his lips as he asks, "I should?"

Your response is immediate, “Mhm, he loves to hear that kinda thing from people,” You explain whilst taking a napkin and splaying it out over your lap. You were so poised and almost elegant in a way that made Ino’s envy of the man he so very admires, deepen. Then you send him the look that causes his hips to twitch in his seat, “Makes him feel more accomplished.”

Ignoring what’s stirring up already, “I’m sure he feels accomplished enough,” Ino compliments lightly while he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, look at you—“ He quickly cuts himself off with a cough to correct himself, “—Your house, the cars, your kids, hah… he has everything a man could ever want…”

The tone of his voice almost gives away his conflicted feelings but he hopes you don’t notice it (you do).

Kind smile remaining, “Yeah? You think so?” You snicker, leaning forward to rest your chin against your knuckles as your elbow props up near the table’s edge.

“Mhm,” Ino hums lazily. That quickly earns a cock of your brow and he immediately feels a stiffness in his spine. As if trained to speak better, “Y-Yes ma’am.” comes out in a much more respectful pitch.

Thankfully, the conversation becomes lighter-, fluffier within the next couple of minutes. The room around him feels less tense and every word that exits your throat comes across softer. Perhaps it was because the conversation had slipped into something inherently slower, involving topics of work, how his past few weeks in the neighborhood had been so far, and even the weather. 

The usual awkwardness you’d noted him to carry returns but you seem pleasantly amused by every second of it. The most that made his heartrate spike up again would be the touches you leave against his arm whenever he makes you laugh.

Ino doesn’t think he does it intentionally—y’know, utter something funny in hopes of feeling your palm against his bicep—but it happens anyway and before he realizes it, he finds himself enjoying it.

If he was going to have any sort of guilty pleasure in getting to know you and spending all this time alone with you, it was going to be your lingering little touches that were rather harmless in the long run. Sure, it gave the guy a rush of adrenaline and perhaps something below twitched when your fingers gave him a slight squeeze but, it was all innocuous.

“You’re a lot younger than I thought you were,” You’re heard saying as the two of you now talk in between the diminutive bites of food you both had been taking in courtesy of dragging this dinner out a little longer.

“Am I?” Ino asks rhetorically with quirked up brows, “I’m only a few years younger than Nanami.” He adds, wondering why you’d mentioned his age in the first place.

One of your hands lifts to wave as your head tilts and that look is sent over to him again, “Oh, I know.”

The viewing of your eyes felt as though you were reaching into his soul, as if you could see every thought running throughout his mind. Ino had never felt so exposed to someone through nothing more than a sheer glance and yet here he was. 

He swallows leisurely, “That’s not a bad thing though, is it?”

“Not at all! You just have this constant look on your face that reminds me of how Kento used to look at me,” You explain.

At first your words make him relax but then he replays them in his head, chews through another short bite of food, and meets your eyes with perplexity raging though his own, “Used to…?”

Your eyes roll softly, “Way back when he was crushing on me really hard,” You clarify with a laugh at the reminiscent memory, “Was’ super shy about his feelings but acted like he was sooo direct with them later on.”

Ino titters before he catches on to what you’re saying, “Wait, and you said I’m looking at you like that?” Fuck. You knew about the coming and going of his crush on you, didn’t you?

“Yep,” You express shortly with a dramatic pop of the p at the end of the word. “It’s cute though, I like it.”

And it was in times like this where he wondered if Nanami was aware you behaved this way. All these lingering, heated gazes, the subtle teasing, the comparison to your own husband—who he’s sure is rightfully and hopelessly in love with you—and even your body language occasionally had Ino concerned for the status of our relationship with that man.

Yet, his concern was always diminished quickly when he was reminded of the pretty ring still wrapped around your finger. That, and the way Nanami always came home to you every day—not that Ino had noted this down in his head or anything like that, of course.

Like now, for example as the two of you hear a sound coming from your front door before it swings open and you both turn your heads to see the man in question walking in. Early. Ino wonders why you told him the man would be late if–

Oh yeah, that’s right, normally Nanami’s probably here before you’ve sat down for dinner so—essentially—this is late. For him, anyway.

You and Ino watch as Nanami quietly tugs off his coat and kicks his shoes off by the door. The tall blond had yet to utter a word and even though he’d only just entered the house, something about it felt unnerving. 

Ino’s anxiety is now skyrocketing by the mere presence of the person he’s been idolizing for as long as he can remember. It’s not like he’s never been in the same room with the man but, even so, that doesn’t make seeing him in person any less nerve-wracking. 

You’re the first to move, making an attempt to stand up out of your seat and head over to greet your husband but when he raises a hand and signals you to stay where you are, you do exactly that. Not without a slight pout tugging at your lips, though.

It was clear Nanami was getting home from something stressful and while you weren’t quite sure what exactly had caused such stress, you hoped you’d be able to ease it quickly before he takes that out on the guest you’ve decided to have over tonight.

The sound of his careful, yet heavy footsteps fill the tense air as Nanami paces toward the dining room and heads straight for you. As soon as he’s close enough, your eyes are lifting to his face and you’ve still got a frown on yours, “You told me you were gonna be late and yet you’re-, mmh!” You’re swiftly cut off as your husband’s hand reaches your jaw and tugs your face upwards so that he can bend down and kiss you deeply as if he hadn’t done so in ages.

Swallowing up the sound of your surprised hums like a man starved and kissing you greedily like Ino wasn’t sitting just a few inches away from you, your hand eventually meets his chest and you give him a lighthearted push of protest.

Mumbling, “K-Kento!” between his constant kisses that leave your lips wet with affection and your mind temporarily dazed from how weighty his need seemed to exude off of him, “We have company…”

A low grunt rustles against his throat before he tilts his head and keeps your jaw tight within his grasp, searing into your mouth with a husky, “I know.”

Only a few seconds had passed since your husband had gotten home and yet your thighs were clamping together desperately already. You had no idea why he was acting this way but, you weren't exactly complaining. You never minded the way Nanami shows off how much he loves you in front of someone else but it did feel a little awkward considering Ino was left to watch.

Well, at any point he could’ve looked away and returned to his food but, he physically couldn’t tear his gaze away. Not with the way nanami was sucking your lips in between his teeth, nibbling over them for a moment before skillfully swatting his tongue into your mouth and shamelessly moaning into the connection.

Just as you were squeezing your thighs together to stifle your arousal, Ino found his hips shifting helplessly against his seat. This was by far the hottest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of looking at and it was just two people kissing in front of him. Part of him felt like a creep for sitting there and watching but it wasn’t until he felt his cock begin to swell up against his sweats that he snatched his gaze away.

Did that help? No, not at all.

The sounds of Nanami possessively making out with you were almost more erotic than the sight of it had been. Wet smacks and hungry grunts spilled out into the air and there was no other noise to distract him or his cock from it.

It doesn’t take much more for him to have to sneak a hand down and readjust his sweats given the way he’s started to stick against his boxers. God, this was embarrassing for him. A married couple couldn’t even kiss normally in front of him without him getting turned on? What kinda person was he becoming?

When Nanami finally pries away, he’s whispering, “You should really check your phone, my love.”

Your eyes are left all low and dazed, lips left kiss-bitten and slightly slicked with saliva before you hurriedly wipe them off and shake yourself out of it. “Oh, did you text me?” You ask.

Nanami’s got his thumb playing with your bottom lip as he stares at it, “Multiple times, yes.” Then he stands up straight and looks at Ino, who flinches from the sudden attention. Cracking the same warm smile you usually give him, Nanami tilts his head a little, “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

Caught off guard by the question, Ino’s brows furrow for the nth time today and he’s speaking without thinking. “Very,” He answered with a quick glance to the thumb at your lips. Everything the two of you did was so unbelievably hot that it had Ino wondering if the two of you would maybe let him sit and just watc–

Your husband cocks a brow at Ino’s answer and he’s quick to clarify, “W-With all due respect, of course.” Ino appends.

To which the older man laughs and shakes his head before letting go of your chin, stepping away, and then disappearing off around the corner.

You wave your hand, “Don’t mind him,” You tell Ino, “He may seem like a big scary guy sometimes but I promise you, beneath all that is a big ole softie.”

“Right…” The brunet replies steadily.

Then he watches you fish for your phone and scroll through something on the screen that has your expression twitching. He doesn’t know what you were looking at but based on the way Nanami just made out with you and told you that you should’ve checked your phone, Ino can only assume there’s something rather explicit on the device.

With a clearing of your throat, “Well, that, amongst other things….” you add after going through your phone and flipping it upside down as you place it onto the table. You hoped it wasn’t obvious but, your face was beyond flushed after the many messages of pure need your husband had been sending you within the past hour.

If you weren’t soaked from the kiss he just gave you then you damn sure are now after opening the picture of the stout tent in his slacks he’d sent you—telling you how he needed you to take care of him once he got home, no matter who you had over.

“What?” Ino expels, trying to figure out whether or not he’d heard you correctly.

Ignoring him, you reach over the table for a tray of food that hasn’t been touched yet, “Oh, here,” You redirect, “Try this next!”

And with that, the two of you resume dinner together.

——

Despite Nanami being home now, he doesn’t accompany the two of you at the table for a long while. Even though you have an inkling as to why that is, Ino’s still sitting there with an annoying boner and a lot of confusion.

Was Nanami not going to join the two of you after all? Had Ino interrupted something between the two of you by being here? Should he be leaving soon to give you guys some privacy or–

As always, his train of thought gets disrupted.

This time it’s by the sound of approaching footsteps. You’re in the middle of talking about your daughters and something about how weekends like this are rare for you and Nanami but Ino can hardly focus on what you’re saying when his peripherals pick up on the man passing through the dining room to enter the kitchen.

He seems to be a bit more refreshed now but, he’s still not out of his work clothes and an expression of frustration is still tightly knit into his sharp features. While Ino’s distracted and you’re busy yapping away, you catch the lack of his focus on you mid-sentence and just stop talking.

As you go nonverbal, Ino brings his gaze onto you again and his heart sinks into his ass.

You don’t look upset at the fact that he was lowkey ogling your husband but, you look intrigued by it. No, not even-, this was something more than that. Something deep and longing like a strong rush of desire had coursed throughout your eyes and was now being directed onto him. 

Ino’s gulp is loud enough for Nanami to hear from the kitchen. He doesn’t get to break the momentary silence though.

“Ken’,” You call out in a sweet drawl, eyes low-set onto Ino’s nervous frame.

Appearing from the kitchen now as if he’d been anticipating the sound of your voice, “Yes, my love?” Nanami answers.

You tilt your head and the man beside you is sweating as your question enters the air, “What’s your company’s stance on workplace relationships, again?”

Ino chokes.

“Hm?” Nanami hums, pacing over to the table and standing on the other side of Ino but looking at you, “Why do you ask?” Your eyes break away from the anxious male trying not to squirm where he sits for a moment to send your husband a telling glance. Understanding immediately, he nods, “Ah, I see. There is nothing set in place against…” He glances down at Ino and then back to you, lips twitching, “That.”

“Hmm, perfect!” You say all cheerfully before sitting up and clasping your hands together excitedly. Then you lean over and your arm brushes up against Ino’s, “…Takuma,” You begin in the same voice that’s constantly making it hard for him to function—in every sense.

Struggling to clear his throat and collect himself, his tone comes out in an unintentional squeak, “M-Ma’am?”

You’ve got the most innocent look in your eyes as if what you were about to do wasn’t everything but, “Would you mind staying for a few hours more to help us with something?”

“Uh, sure.” Leaves his lips before he even thinks about it. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into and he’s not sure he cares. Ino is more than willing to help you and Nanami with anything—in spite of him having no clue as to what’s in store for him now. “What… What did you two need help with?” He questions gradually. 

“Well, you see…”

——

Ino doesn’t know how the fuck he got here. He’d only come over for dinner with you, so if anyone expected him to explain how the hell he ended up in between your spread legs with his leaking dick out, he’d be at a loss for words.

He’s confused, flustered, and drooling from multiple areas of his body—the most profound area being the blushing crown of his cock.

You’re leaning back against Nanami—who’s the only one fully dressed in all this—and your legs are spread out for him with the sozzled display of your panties presented to him like some kinda reward. Humming, “Awh, Takumaa, you look so shy,” You point out softly.

His cock flinches before the rest of his body and then he snatches his gaze up toward your face, “Huh?” He breathes, “I’m not shy, I just…” Fuck, he could hardly finish his sentance here.

How could he possibly explain why his body was a mix of pink and red hues all over? Of course he’s flustered! One moment you were asking him to help you and Nanami with something and now he’s in your bedroom helping you two with… sex?

“C’mere,” You direct.

Nanami’s silent behind you, fully erect and twitching against the curve of your ass whilst you both carefully watch Ino draw himself nearer. When he gets close enough for you to reach, your fingers graze the tip of his cock, slide over it, and then wrap around his not-so-neglected shaft—giving it a gentle tug that has his body lulling forwards.

Breath heavy and noticeably uneven, Ino peers down at the hand you’ve got wrapped around him. He fights a whine against his throat when one of your fingers glides against the tender vein he’s got trailing the left side of his dick in a jagged pattern.

“Oh shit,” Ino breathes heavily the moment you guide him up against your panties, which were clung stupidly saturated against the puff of your folds—obstructing his view of the delicacy that lay beneath.

Not that this wasn’t just as stimulating. Especially as he brings a hand down to accompany yours and you both push on his cock a little to make it press, sandwich, and then spread the glossy slicks of your cunt out against his welting mushroomy tip.

You give out an aroused giggle and Nanami behind you seems everything but amused, scoffing a mean, “You can use your cock better than that, can’t you?” towards Ino as he watches his every move like a hawk.

Ino snaps out of the tantalizing little drag of his tip against you and swallows down another whine, “What-, sorry… What?” He asks, brain a mushy mess already.

The room was hot with a dizzying coat of thick lust that infiltrated his lungs and made it overly hard for him to breathe, much less think straight. Whenever Nanami opened his mouth it made something utterly errotic inside Ino ooze and that feeling only got worse whenever your voice followed quickly after.

Eager to play the nice role in all this, “Kento, go easy on him,” You chime in with a sugary scolding edge.

“If he’s going to fuck my wife then he’s going to do it properly,” Nanami says sternly, sending his brooding brown eyes over to the florid male in front of you, “Right?”

Ino quaffs a thick sum of saliva and nerves down his throat before his voice exits him gingerly, “...Yes, sir.”

“Your manners are so pleasant,” You talk as if you weren’t dragging the ending weight of his cock against your slippery folds, providing stimulation only through how wet the two of you were and the sticky mess of fabric that lay in between your skin and his.

Something breathy and soft ghosts out of him, “Miss.. please stop talking like that,” Ino requests politely.

If there was one thing you adored about the man so far, it was definitely how nicely he spoke to you. He harbored nothing but respect when speaking to you and fuck if it wasn’t driving you just as insane as he’d been driven from the moment he saw you.

“Like what?” You tried to tease.

Before he can quite reply, Nanami is slipping two fingers past your lips, “She tends to do that, don’t worry. I know how distracting it can be. But look, a couple fingers in her mouth and she’s rendered eager,” He explains, moving his other hand down to your cunt, swatting your fingers out of the way, and then gently parting your folds against the fabric of your panties to let them bundle up in between your slit, “See?”

Ino looks down and his breath chokes up in his throat at the gorgeous spread of your lustrous pussy against Nanami’s merciful fingers. Liquid arousal was leaking steadily out of your hole and everything it touched was left graciously soaking. 

Your husband—sensual, slow, and meticulous with everything he does—lazily hooks a single digit around the fabric of your panties and then tugs it over to the side, letting it snuggle itself against one of your spread lips. The sight was absolutely filthy. Ino had never seen a woman so wet from just a few touches and it seemed as though the fingers stuffed into your pretty mouth really did contribute to your sousing.

“Now, before you give in to your own needs, you must make sure she’s taken care of. Understood?” Nanami continues on with his instructions as he then slots one finger into you and gently curls it up to earn the first luscious moan from you. “If you skip this step, you’ll finish within the first few minutes, trust me.”

Ino’s nodding along at his every word, making his own mess of precum against the silken sheets below and itching to press forward. 

Nanami’s single finger inside you has your arms wrapping around his bulkier one and your hips inching upwards every time he strikes that spot he, obviously, knows your body adores. And the squelches that draft out into the air with a slow ring of sound—knocking against Ino’s eardrums persistently enough to make his head spin—are nearly more debauched than what was occurring.

Each time Nanami’s finger exits your cunt, Ino catches the whine dancing on your tongue. You were such a needy woman that it had him going insane. 

Sluggishly, Ino soon moves himself and a hand down, meeting eyes with Nanami, “May I?”

Nanami slips his finger out of you with one pluckful pop! of wetness echoing out into the air before using two digits to keep your folds open, “Be my guest. Show me how good you are at playing with my wife.”

Eager to please, Ino starts out with one long finger that glides into your warm hole seamlessly. A few experimental thrusts are made at first, and then he adds a second and then looks up to catch your expression and the way you’re writhing around what’s currently pressing lightly against your tongue.

Instinctively letting his touch curve upwards inside you, Ino can’t help but smile as his confidence grows. Whispering a breathy, “Cuute..” that tickles hotly against your stretching walls.

“Isn’t she?” Nanami agrees, voice near your ear.

When you start sucking on the fingers in your mouth and moaning against them for more, Ino takes that as a sign to slot in a second digit to satisfy the greediness you were displaying. Your insides were sucking him in deep and all he could picture was how prettily your cunt would look with his cock inside.

Ino knows he could stretch you out real good ‘n earn even sexier moans from you than what he was receiving now.

“Add a thumb to her clit,” Nanami coos, watching the way your neighbor does exactly that without hesitation. Your pussy twitches around every touch you were receiving and Ino ends up grinding down against the bed when your husband adds an easy, “There you go, atta’ boy…”

As if suddenly motivated, his thick thumb swats and toys with the budding bundle of nerves a little faster whilst his fingertips caress the sappiest spot inside you, causing your syrupy slick to gloop out around the skin of his hand and trickle downwards. His fingering progressively increases in pace before he tips his head to the side and licks your taste off of his hand and arm.

The moment it hits his tongue, Ino’s drunk. Sliding his fingers out of you completely driven by the taste he just got into his mouth and before you can whine at the loss of something being inside you, there’s a searing tongue slithering between your weepy folds and his lips are cupping the spread of your cunt.

The fingers Nanami’s using to keep you open for Ino twitch as the man’s tongue laps over them accidentally but neither of them seem to mind the sensation much. With his hips jerking upward against the plush of your ass, Nanami sucks in a sharp breath of air before smiling at the brunet in between your legs, “Ohh, someone was eager for a taste, huh?” He teases before emptying your mouth and turning to whisper into your ear, “How’s his tongue feel down there, honey?”

“S’good,” The response comes out as a mix of a gasp and a moan, relief breaking out in between the pleasured smile you reveal. “He-, ah… I like how hesitant he is as if he-, mmgh.. D-Doesn’t know what he’s doing,” You narrate as if you couldn’t feel the swabbing tip of his tongue swirling against the same spot his fingers had been hitting before. 

“Oh yeah?” Nanami huffs, glancing down to Ino as he presses a chaste kiss against your shoulder, “C’mon now, Takuma. Eat properly, won’t you?”

At that, Ino instantly sucks on your cunt and his mouth becomes sloppy against you. His jaw quickly slacks and those hungry brown eyes of his blow into the back of his head as he moans into you.

All whilst his hips are rutting into the bed, cock desperate for some type of stimulation as it dribbles a light mess of pre against your sheets.

You’re gasping after a few minutes, having moved a hand down to his hair and used your grip for better control, “Right there..” then your back is arching away from Nanami’s beefy chest, your nails are scraping against Ino’s scalp with desperation, and your hips are bucking, “Yes, jus’ like that… fuuck-, m’gonna–”

“Shh, shhh, my love,” Nanami interrupts, though his two fingers are lightly pinching your clit as Ino operates his mouth into you, “We’re not done with you yet, you can’t go making messes on our guests’ tongue before he’s ready.” Your husband scolds before grabbing your wrist and forcing you to tug the man’s head up, “Tell me,” He begins, noticing how lathered and pussydrunk Ino is already. Chuckling faintly, “Do you think you’re ready for what she’s about to give you?”

Ino nods, completely intoxicated with need, “Uhuh..”

And with that, Nanami lets go and allows Ino to do as he pleases for a moment. You feel his hands come over your thighs and grip tightly as his tongue laps through your constantly gushing slick, groaning at every swallow of the taste and literally feasting on you as if you were his final meal.

His tongue is gooey and hauling against your inner walls, saturating you even more with his own slop of saliva, and only ever pulling away to suckle the flavor out of you until you’re whining his name out—all as your orgasm washes over your body.

Does he give you time to recuperate? Not really.

You are only given a few seconds to blink your vision clear from the white sparks that’d just flashed over your gaze before Ino’s trailing wet kisses up along your body and then stops when he’s eye to eye with you.

His entire face looks different as if something feral had possesed him and when Nanami’s question hits his ears from the right, his eyes only flock over to the man for half a second as he asks, “How do you want to fuck her, hm?”

To which you feel Ino’s lengthy cock slot upwards against your sopping slit, “Like this.” He says shortly, only looking at your face again to see the way your mouth falls open.

It’s like you were inviting him in so, naturally, Ino leans down and shoves his tongue right into your pliantly parted lips. After which his arm snakes under your body and he tugs you away from Nanami to reposition the two of you as he wishes.

This was the first surprise of many for your husband who leans back and watches the way Ino handles you as if you were his.

The last slither of his attention Nanami receives is after Ino’s got you laid out under him and he stops kissing you just to ask, “Is this okay?”

Your husband is a bit too baffled by the fact that Ino quickly gained some confidence and is left with little nods of his head in response.

Then, Ino begins to act like the man is hardly there. Tugging your legs over his own while placing his hands onto your hips, he makes sure you're nice 'n spread for him before his tip begins to lick in between your folds with a teasing graze. The moment his head catches against your entrance, he grinds forward and quickly finds his jaw gaping.

Having you on his fingers and mouth was one thing but the moment he pushes inside you, he begins to heed Nanami’s words from earlier about how he would cum too quickly. But he couldn’t do that, not when he had your eyes erotically rolling into the back of your skull from just the first couple of inches—making him wonder if Nanami ever even fucked you at all (though, he definitely knew the answer to this).

“Ohh f-fuuuck…” Ino chokes, looking down at you and feeling his chest tighten at the way you were clinging to the silks below, “You’re so… agh-, you feel so fucking good…”

Between taking his lengthy girth into your snugging pussy that greeted him in with sappy hugs of wetness, you still manage out a playfully breathless, “Language..” since this was the first time you’d heard the word on his tongue like that.

A pussydrunken smile spreads across his lips, “M’sorry, I can’t help it… You’re so wet around my cock,” Ino utters filthily, “A-And you suck me in so deep, godd…”

“He’s right, sweetheart.” Nanami's adding in. Fuck, you’d almost forgot your husband was here for a moment before you saw an arm slithering in between you and Ino’s body. Then familiar fingertips are rolling around your clit in rhythmic motions that has your cunt sucking Ino in more. “Look, you’re taking him so well...”

Choking a cute, “K-Kento! You’re supposed to be-, fuck... watching, n-not touching…” You remind the man.

His hand goes from toying with your clit to palming your lower abdomen when Ino was currently bulging in, and then he applies pressure that has your walls clamping around Ino’s cock and him gasping at the feeling. 

Your arms wrap around Nanami’s again and he chortles, “How can I help myself when you cling to me so cutely, hm?” He asks, feeling your nails claw against the fabric of his long-sleeve work shirt, “With this, you’re bound to leave more marks on my arms. Does he feel that good inside you?” He asks.

Ino’s trying so hard not to give into the achy feeling in his heavy balls that press against your skin as he bottoms out inside you. But it feels impossible when you’re agreeing with Nanami’s honeyed words and moan a gentle, “Yes, he feels s-soo fuckin’ good-, mmgh!”

“Better than me?” Your husband challenges.

“Kento,” You’re gasping as you feel yet another orgasm building up and blooming deep within you.

He only smiles, “Be honest, honey. You know what I want to hear.”

Your head angles back and the two of you meet eyes as you finally nod. 

Before Nanami can do anything more, he watches a hand wrap around your throat and the way your gaze widens as Ino snaps his hips forward with a rougher, more impatient thrust. Then he’s huffing, “C’mon-, hahh.. Tell him. Tell your husband I’m fucking you better than he does.” Ino demands.

Nanami’s gaze lifts to the man slowly and his face blushes over from hearing that. Ears pinkened and throat running dry, the swelling of his cock is starting to hurt after those words. Nothing turned him on more than seeing another man fuck you to tears and be cocky about it. And the last thing he expected was for Ino to fit into this criteria perfectly.

Perhaps being inside you was slowly changing the very chemistry of his brain. Now his face was doused in confidence and Nanami’s struggling to hold himself back as he watches Ino move his arm out of the way to replace it with his own thumb to your clit—rubbing his name into it (not that Nanami could tell, of course).

Swirling perfectly over the bud and angling his thrusts slightly enough to hit that sweet spot of yours again, Ino glances up at Nanami—desperate for his approval, even if it meant feeding into his cuckolding kink—and then cocks his head to the side, “S’like the missus said, you’re supposed to be watching anyway, not touching. So do that, yeah? Sit back ‘n watch.”

Your husband nearly cums right then and there while still being fully clothed. He’s let plenty of men fuck you for the sake of satisfying this shameful side of him but no one has ever spoken to him in such a way.

With a short scoff, Nanami smiles slightly, “Alright, you wanna be in control?”

Ino’s got something downright sinful strained out against his slightly drooling lips, “I already am, aren’t I? You-,” He moans and flashes a smile down to you for just a second, “Fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that,” Then he’s looking at Nanami again, “You both asked for my help with this little problem,” He emphasizes with another blunt thrust that has you crying out his name. “So let me do that properly.”

Nanami doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on while watching someone else fuck you before. He no longer hesitates to work his thick belt through their loops and tug the damn thing off with a loud clack to the floor, quickly shuffling a hand down to pull his cock out and soothe the throbbing ache he feels thumping all throughout its hefty size.

He’s so aroused that his brain feels grogged with nothing but pure sin, especially with the way Ino rips all of his attention away from him and focuses back on you. 

One hand still focused on your clit, the other moving to weave his fingers in between yours as if you were his woman, and hips rolling his long cock in and out of your saccharine walls—drawing the prettiest of sounds out of your throat all for him and no longer your husband.

“You like this just as much as he does, don’t you, pretty girl?” Ino asks you breathlessly, eyes low with a glint of demand in them as if you had no room to refute his words. When you answer with nothing more than a mere whine, he cracks a handsomely fucked-out smile, “Yeahh? Y’like having someone else fuck you in front of your husband? ‘Like feelin’ a different cock inside you, huh?”

Your cunt is soaking the entirety of his veiny shaft, dousing him in thick liquids of your release, and squelching around him louder than you were moaning. “Uhuh, love it,” You gasped, “Love havin’ you inside me, Takuma… aah-, you fuck me s’good..”

Ino’s nodding with you now, “Mhm, I knoww. And look at him, jus’ watching it all happen and getting off to it. Isn’t that so filthy of him?”

“Mmgh! Y-Yes,” Then your head angles back enough to glance at your husband and your pupils all but dilate at the mess he’s made of himself.

Ropes and ropes of gooey white cum smothering his cock as his lathered hand remains wrapped around it—tugging with jerky motions and driving himself far into overstimulation. All as he’s muttering a flushed vocalization of nasty curses, his groans and grunts reverberating throughout the room and clashing with the sound of Ino fucking you into the mattress. 

Then you’re cumming again and In’s pounding you through it, using your body on the length of his cock, dragging you along his every thrust whilst your free hand comes out and pushes at his chest as if to steady yourself, and hardly allowing you a second to catch your breath.

You had no idea your cute neighbor had all this in him. His hips are brutal against yours and you don’t even think anything of it by the time he’s spilling his seed into you in thick ribbony ropes.

The only thing you’re crying out is a cockdrunken babble of more as if you could handle that at the point of which you were reaching.

Maybe it was the few years of age that differed between you and Ino but he definitely had a lot more stamina than you were expecting from him. And while Nanami does keep up with you for hours, it was definitely hard to compare to this.

You’re still clueless about the fact that Ino’s first impression of you was completely naked, but now his last impression of you was going to be stuffed full of cum and fucked dumb on his cock.

How embarrassing!

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