Ino blows smoke in your face, laughing as he sees you cough and waft the smoke away. “What? Lil’ mama can’t handle smoke?” He offers you the lit blunt, snatching it away as you reach for it.

“Nuh uh, your pretty lungs can’t handle this.” He teases, smirking at you.

Ino had came back from his long mission and what more could a working man want than to visit his favorite fling. “Did you miss me? I thought about you when I was gone.” he takes another puff, lifting his ski mask just above his nose.

“Musta been bored without me. Had nothing to keep you occupied.” he laughs, heavy eyes staring into yours.